Next Time We Meet, I’ll Let You Kill Me - Chapter 8

When he forced her into a lying position, Hugo climbed over her as if it were the most natural thing in the world. In an instant, Liselotte became a helpless prey placed between his knees.

“Are you seriously trying to look at my underwear?”

“Yes. I’m trying to look.”

“Th-then I’ll go change first.”

Damn it. If there was ever a moment that made her think I really messed up, it was now.

Saying she’d go change panties was no different from confessing she’d already gotten wet before he’d done anything.

Why was she fumbling like this today? She wasn’t some rookie about to start her first mission….

If anyone else at the company saw her right now, they’d surely sneer, ‘That’s the woman with the top success rate?’ That’s how pathetic she felt.

From the way he wore a smile he was trying and failing to hide, she knew Hugo had noticed as well. She wished she could drop dead on the spot.

“You want to change your panties? Why?”

“No, never mind.”

She didn’t even have time to sink into deep despair. His hand suddenly slipped under her skirt, and he yanked her underwear down in one go.

“Hugo!”

The sudden emptiness between her legs made her jolt like a freshly caught fish. Liselotte, now pale, reached out too late; the thin black scrap of fabric had already slid down to her knees.

“I won.”

Hugo blatantly rubbed the center of her panties and burst into a mocking laugh. His glove showed only the faintest trace of wetness.

Liselotte hid her face with her arm in utter humiliation. “Fuck….” A curse she never used slipped out between her teeth.

So now I have to handle three men? And in front of this bastard?

“…What’s your wish?”

Even in a situation like this, she lamented her inability to resist. In a drained, defeated voice, she asked, and he hummed lightly as he tugged her panties the rest of the way off.

“I’ll think about it after watching how you perform.”

“Perform… what?”

Wasn’t the bet over? What more was there to do now?

Oh, since he was hard now, did he mean he was going to start?

As if that were his exact intention, he held the panties that had slipped off her ankle. Watching Hugo tuck them into his pocket, Liselotte almost asked why he was putting them there, but stopped herself. That was a question you’d only ask a pervert.

Feeling strangely blank again, Liselotte waited for the coming touch.

But instead of starting with a kiss like she’d expected, Hugo pushed her skirt up first.

Because she’s a woman who gets wet easily, he must think he doesn’t need any foreplay….

It wasn’t like there were rules about how to insert and finish anyway, so she didn’t think much of accepting his touch. Her already-short skirt rolled all the way up to her waist, leaving everything below completely exposed.

“….”

With a slowed movement, Liselotte lifted her eyelids. Hugo was openly, intensely staring at her exposed lower half.

Even for her, being looked at like that was embarrassing.

When she tried to squirm and close her legs, he immediately grabbed her ankles as if to say there was no chance. Half resigned, Liselotte let her legs relax in the position he spread them into. Her body felt strangely limp.

“Still sleepy?”

She shook her head at his suddenly gentle voice, but in truth, her eyelids had been getting heavier for a while now. She hadn’t even stayed up late last night, so why was sleep hitting her out of nowhere?

“If you’re sleepy, sleep. I’ll play with you right here, baby.”

She hadn’t realized when her knees had lifted, but at some point, he’d settled himself between them. It was obvious what he intended to do.

“Hugo….”

Liselotte lowered her hand and brushed through his white hair. Uselessly soft, of course. Her hand, which had been about to stop him, unconsciously shifted into gently stroking his hair instead.

“….”

Ah, he’s smiling again. She realized it not from a sound, but from the tiny breath brushing against her skin. It tickled enough that she twisted her shoulder.

With his head lowered between her legs, Hugo slipped off his gloves and used his thumb to touch the faint hair there. The way he slowly stroked her felt like he was mimicking how she had touched his own hair.

As a thin thread of pleasure slowly rose, Liselotte let out a soft breath. His fingers, which had been tracing her pubic hair, were moving lower.

“Ah….”

Her waist jerked up when he brushed lightly against a spot. Hugo tapped her clitoris gently, checking her reaction, then dragged his thumb upward from below in a long, slow stroke.

There was no doubt that more moisture than what had been on her panties now coated his fingertips. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter with painful clarity.

After visually confirming the glistening area between her legs, he used both hands to spread her open. The moment she pictured exactly what part of her he was staring at so blatantly, a deep throbbing burst low in her belly.

“Hugo, just….”

She’d been about to tell him to just put it in already when something warm trickled down from below. At the same time, heat flared across her face.

“I can’t tell just from looking.”

‘Tell what?’ Before she could ask, his hand touched her again. He scooped up the liquid that had spilled out and lazily rubbed it around her opening.

The lingering, dull pleasure made her mouth dry. Liselotte instinctively pressed her lips together, then winced at the bitter taste of the ointment from earlier.

Her mouth was bitter, her lower half was sweet. That was exactly how she felt right now.

The blanket curling around her back felt warm, her overheated body felt languid, her lower half tingled, and the sharp little pulses of pleasure that came and went made her dizzy.

Hugo touched her with a steadiness that could even be called diligent. Nothing rough, nothing forceful.

She didn’t even know how many times she’d wet her lips with her tongue. The one feeling teased to death wasn’t him, but her. He only rubbed near the sensitive spot instead of touching it directly, and her hips lifted on their own.

Maybe he realized she was urging him, because Hugo soothed her with a quiet “Alright,” and slowly slid his middle finger into the place where the wetness gathered.

“Ugh….”

It wasn’t a cock, but the foreign intrusion still felt overwhelming after so long. Maybe because his hands were big, even one long finger filled her inner wall completely.

“Does it hurt?”

“It’s not that, just… a little.”

‘I’m out of breath.’ If she said that, would she look clumsy? What if he got disappointed thinking she was pretending to be innocent?

“It feels… good.”

The words had barely left her before his finger slipped out. The sudden pull of the wet flesh made Liselotte gasp sharply.

“You lie out of habit.”

Hugo lifted his head and stretched the corner of his mouth. He even deliberately showed her the sight of him licking his slick finger from base to tip.

“For someone as tight as a virgin, really.”

His expression was completely satisfied despite what he said. Now he looked pleased again. One moment like this, the next like that; he was truly an unpredictable man.

“Sleep comfortably. I’ll make you feel even better.”

Why does he keep telling me to sleep? Something was starting to feel suspicious, yet Hugo’s voice wrapped around her mind like a hypnotic spell.

She forced her eyes open again and again, trying desperately not to fall asleep, when another teasing touch between her legs made her toes curl.

After realizing that penetration was difficult for her, Hugo focused entirely on the entrance. The moment Liselotte showed the strongest reaction was when he covered her whole vulva with his hand and pressed down firmly.

“Ah…!”

The pressure mixed with pleasure made Liselotte’s mouth fall wide open. Noticing instantly, Hugo began moving his hand up and down while still pressing against her.

In an instant, far more arousal spilled out than earlier. Because of it, lewd, squelching sounds filled the bedroom.

“Hh, ah! W-wait!”

Panicking, Liselotte reached down in a fluster, but her wrist was caught far too easily.

Hugo, sitting upright, pinned her down with one hand and used the other to grind against her nonstop. His four fingers pressed firmly between her clitoris and labia minora, keeping up relentless friction.

He was only pressing and rubbing with his hand, yet the force was strong enough to lift her body off the bed. Her head bumped against the headboard from being pushed back, but the intense sensation rising from below was so overpowering she didn’t even notice.

“You like this kind of thing, don’t you, baby?”

Hugo’s gaze deepened as he looked at her flushed cheeks. His chest rose and fell with his own excitement.

The bulge in his pants, which had been swollen for a while, now looked stretched to its limit, as if ready to burst. Continuing his ferocious movements, Hugo licked his dry lips.

He looked just as desperate, yet Liselotte no longer had the ability to form coherent words. Only ragged breaths spilled out of her mouth, and the two hands she’d barely freed could only clench the sheets hard.

A frightening premonition swept over her, the feeling that if he continued any more, something irreversible would happen. But Hugo had no intention of stopping.

“H-Hugo. Ha, s-stop…!”

The broken syllables trembled pathetically. Her lower half felt as if it were burning hot, as if his hand were an iron brand.