Stigma Effect

Raphlet stared blankly into the air. Another fantasy was beginning.

Yuriel slapped her own check and curled her body. In the bathroom filled with steamy water, the hallucinations that followed the sound that came from the palms that touched the cheeks continued.

It was a sound so sharp that her back popped.

Raphlet watched as Yuriel hit her cheeks one after another.

It's mine.

He didn't want to hurt her, so he left her in the Mogris estate, but Yuriel was his.

Now, if it was a fantasy, the desire to indulge in Yuriel soared to the fullest.

Yuriel bowed deeply and said.

“I’m sorry, Lord Raphlet. If you call me later, I will come to attend.”

Right, doesn't she tell him that she’ll attend him?

Feel free to ravage her, eat her. Something instigated Raphlet in his ear.

Swallow her so that you can be complete.

He doesn't know what could be complete. The monster core embedded in his chest shook like crazy, but Raphlet was more concerned about his erect manhood than that.

Since when did the impulse become stronger? Every time he sees Yuriel, he wants to swallow her all.

It all felt acceptable in this fantasy.

Yuriel turned her body in front of him and walked slowly towards the door. Raphlet's body, finding his prey turning around, moved instinctively.

He silenced his footsteps and clung to the body of his prey. Their distance was so close, he could bite the nape of her neck at any time.

The core in his chest pounded loudly once again.

His prey, who put her hand on the door, swallowed a gulp and turned around. And his prey was perplexed.

“Lord, Raph, let…..”

“Where are you going?”

“I’m, I’m waiting outside… .”

"Why?"

The moment Raphlet looked into the eyes of his prey, he remembered that it was Yuriel. The desire that was close to a desire for destruction became closer to a desire for something sexual.

Raphlet said as he rummaged through Yuriel's clothes.

“You can’t go. Yuriel. You should cry in front of me.”

Even if she was not his prey, Raphlet will devour Yuriel.

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Yuriel's clothes were simply stripped off by Raphlet. With Raphlet who was still dressed and Yuriel, completely undressed, she covered her face and groaned.

“Raphlet, Master.”

No matter how many times she called, Raphlet was burying his face in Yuriel's private place as if possessed by something. Yuriel's legs, leaning against the wall, were draped over his wide shoulders, and his ascetic face was pressed against her entrance.

Every time the straight bridge of his nose brushed against her bud, Yuriel shivered with guilt and pleasure.

The hot, thick tongue brushed against her bud and licked up her entrance. As the movement penetrated through the folds, Yuriel groaned as she scratched the smooth walls of the bathroom.

“Ah, uhh, no, no....”

She tried to push Raphlet's shoulder, but it was not enough. He wasn’t pushed back at all. Her fingers trembling with excitement gripped his hair, and then she came to her senses and relaxed her fingers.

She clearly remembered to not dare grab her master’s hair even in the midst of a rush of pleasure.

"Ah, aahh…!”

Instead of grabbing Raphlet's hair, Yuriel hugged her body and tilted her head. Her body melted with the tongue pressing against her bud.

Her cave through which the love liquid was flowing, trembled, in hopes of another person’s intrusion. Raphlet, watching her excited entrance tremble, slowly licked his tongue on the entrance and opened it with both hands as if he was parting Yuriel's folds.

The small, excited bud protruded between the folds opened with his thumb. Raphlet opened Yuriel's folds and moved his tongue.

The bud exposed to the air was crushed with Raplet's tongue. The more he rubbed the bud that was weak for pleasure, a shrill scream erupted from Yuriel's mouth.

“N, no, please stop. Uhhh, Master!”

Yuriel let out a scream close to crying. It felt like something was about to pour from below.

Raphlet didn't care about Yuriel's situation, but pressed his tongue down harder and rubbed the bud.

“Ah, ahk!”

Yuriel eventually grabbed his hair.

Raphlet raised the corners of his mouth as the fingers grabbed his hair. When the bud, which had been licked and swollen, was placed between his teeth and crushed, a pleasure-soaked liquid burst out of Yuriel's cave.

“Noo…. Ooh, huh.... Lord Raphlet, I'm, I'm sorry... .”

Raphlet's ascetic face was all messed up. Yuriel barely stood up with her trembling legs and apologized.

The fingers holding his hair lifted and released, and finally let go. Raphlet liked her slender fingers scrambling his hair, so he gently rubbed his hair in Yuriel's hand, and tilted his head.

"N,no… ! Plea,se....”

Raphlet began to slowly wipe away the liquid that had flowed. Her legs, which had been trembling, couldn't stand it anymore and eventually sank to the floor.

Yuriel stretched her hands back to grab the wall, but only Yuriel's finger marks were left on the gripless wall. As Yuriel leaned on it, a wet mark remained.

Raphlet supported Yuriel’s falling body and waited for her to completely fall to the floor. Raphlet's tongue didn't come off Yuriel's private place until her lower body completely touched the bathroom floor.

Yuriel sat on the floor with her legs wide open. The large body lay prostrated beneath Yuriel.

Seeing Raphlet's posture, Yuriel felt like crying again.

It was Yuriel, not Raphlet, who had to do that stance.

“I, I’d rather…. do it for you, please. Haahh, Lord Raphlet....”

Raphlet was concentrating on Yuriel's lower lips, as if he couldn't feel his manhood twitching.

Her upper body, leaning against the wall, continued to slide down. Yuriel lay in the bathroom and stared blankly at the ceiling. Raphlet's hand gripping her thigh made her unable to move.

With his two arms tightly wrapped around Yuriel's thigh, he pressed her bud once more and pulled her lower lips apart.

The liquid he had wiped off was running down between her legs again.

Raphlet wiped his lips with his fingers and raised his body.

Yuriel sighed in relief when she saw Raphlet, who had finally removed his face from her private parts.

He slowly climbed up and examined Yuriel's body.

Raphlet smiled wildly as he looked at her reddened body with excitement, and placed his hand on her chest, which had not yet turned red, and rubbed it roughly.

The white chest quickly turned red when Raphet touched it a few times.

Seeing that her chest was red, Raphlet leaned his body down on Yuriel's waist and smiled contentedly.

“It looks good.”

Raphlet leaned over and kissed Yuriel's lips briefly, whispering as he kissed along her cheek.

“I want you to cry for me now.”

He had a slightly confused voice.

“I don’t want to hurt you. No, I think it should be right.”

Yuriel watched Raphlet muttering annoyedly. Although she had never experienced the union between a man and a woman, she did attend the sex education of nobles on several occasions.

None of them radiated a bizarre longing like Raphlet.

They would all undress the woman and straighten up their member and insert it into the woman’s private place. Then the woman under the man cried in pain.

One of the maids standing next to Yuriel whispered into her ear.

‘The reason she cries like that is because the man is only trying to take care of his greed. Yuriel, you should meet a man who works hard on foreplay.’

The maid, who was more experienced than Yuriel, said so, but during all the sex education visits, Yuriel had never seen a man who worked hard on foreplay.

However, Raphlet had not been satisfied with the foreplay so far, even though he had put so much effort into it.

If he wanted to make it hurt, he should have inserted it at once from the beginning. If that had been the case, Yuriel, experiencing her first experience, would have shed tears and bend her neck in pain as Raphlet wanted.

But Raphlet didn't do that.

Yuriel stared blankly at Raphlet's face, trying not to move her waist, which was still twitching.

It was hard to figure out what he wanted to do with her.

Does Raphlet want her to cry?

Pain or pleasure?

Yuriel lowered her gaze and pondered. Suddenly, her gaze rested on the monster core embedded in Raplet's chest.

She felt like there was a faint golden glow in the all-black core.

“Yuriel.”

As Yuriel stared blankly at his chest, a voice of dissatisfaction fell in her ear.

Raphlet looked down at Yuriel, who took her eyes off, and he smiled rather keenly.

The core embedded in his chest glistened completely black.

"Yes, I'd love for you to cry."

The faint golden light disappeared as if it was just Yuriel’s illusion.