89 - Hey, Tell Me. How to End All of This.

Inappropriate and humiliating items were crammed into my body by him. Something in my heart rebelled furiously against it, this was my first sex with him.

Or, more appropriately, rape.

"You ... are amonster," I said in a trembling voice. There was no pain that I felt after the various foreplay that he directed, but it was my heart that seemed to be torn apart so sadistically.

"If you know you're a monster in angelic robes, I'd rather use these legs to reach the real monster," I moaned, holding back tears. On top of me, he who had remained with his cold face just stared at me silently.

But not with his erect penis, showering me with lustful thrusts.

Our intercourse was like two different sides of a coin.

The full consciousness in my head clearly rejects whatever is happening now. In contrast to my consciousness, the touch after touch Frederick gives is like a drug that fools the brain.

His caresses pamper my body, the scent of his pheromones binds my neck. Maybe he's deliberately