RYC 51

The sweet scent I felt inside my throat grew stronger along with him. My mind began to haze over.

…What was I doing?

I couldn’t remember. My entire body felt languid, as if I were completely intoxicated.

“Huuu…”

With a long exhale, a thick scent of pheromones spread throughout my body. My consciousness sank into a blur, as if I had been completely marinated in pheromones.

The member that had filled my throat slid out, and I collapsed helplessly onto the floor. I couldn’t tell exactly what had happened. As I lay there completely limp and panting, the figure of a man standing and looking down at me flickered into my blurred vision.

“Look at this.”

He spoke. Unable to understand what he meant, I only blinked, and Nathaniel continued.

“I knew you’d like it too.”

I sat there for a moment before suddenly realizing that his gaze was fixed not on my face, but somewhere else. Following his line of sight, I soon found myself unable to look away, just as he was. My pants were soaked with bodily fluids. It wasn’t Nathaniel’s. I had swallowed all of his semen. If so, it was all too clear whose it was.

Only then did I realize the meaning of his words. To ejaculate while being shoved into a mouth—this was a first. As I blinked blankly, staring at my wet pants, Nathaniel suddenly leaned over.

“…Gah!”

My arm was grabbed out of nowhere, sending me flying upward, and my face slammed into the wall. Immediately, the man’s body crashed against my back. The hand stripping off my pants while pinning me down with his weight carried a very obvious intention.

“Do… don’t… do it.”

Even though my body felt as heavy as wet cotton, I resisted with all my might. I had no intention of crossing the line into an unnegotiated encounter. No, why did I let this man into my house in the first place? What was I trusting about Nathaniel Miller? No, this man forced his way in. I should have called the police. Why, where did this even start…

I ground my teeth audibly. If I were to be helplessly taken here, I would slit this man’s throat this time. I would, no matter what…

“Calm down.”

He spoke, lightly grabbing my flailing arms to restrain me.

“I’ll make you feel good.”

“Bullshit…!”

I spat out a curse, but it had no effect. My pants, along with my underwear, had been pulled down to my knees, hindering my movement, and both my hands were grabbed at once, leaving me powerless. Nathaniel pinned both my hands above my head against the wall with one hand, then used his remaining hand to freely stroke my body. Burying his nose in my neck, he took a deep breath and pressed his body flush against mine. I could feel it between my thighs. Despite having just ejaculated, his member was still heavy and heated.

“Fuck you, you bastard…!”

As I spat out curses with the only free part of me—my mouth—Nathaniel spoke in a voice laced with laughter.

“The only hole I want to eat is yours.”

“You…!”

The moment I tried to open my mouth again, something heavy entered between my spread thighs. As I froze in surprise, Nathaniel muttered behind me in a tone that wasn’t particularly pleased.

“This hole is too loose.”

That was obvious. Because that wasn’t a hole. The member that had entered between my open thighs rubbed against my perineum.

“Prosecutor.”

He called me mockingly.

“How about trying to tighten up down there?”

My mood soured at his characteristically refined tone, but unfortunately, my crotch was already heating up. As if sensing it, Nathaniel wrapped one arm around my waist and pressed himself against me. The cock that had been in and out of my throat was now sliding between my thighs, rubbing my perineum.

“Ah, ahh.”

Sounds escaped my empty mouth of their own accord. The thick, long shaft passed over my perineum and rubbed against my scrotum. Due to the rough friction, my member, which had been subdued, began to lift its head.

“Ah, haa, ah, nngh.”

I let out a series of moans and tightened my thighs. My stomach tingled as the cock filled the empty space between my legs, sliding in and out. As I twisted my waist in confusion, Nathaniel suddenly scooped me up with one arm.

“Hiek!”

A scream escaped me involuntarily as my feet suddenly left the ground. As I reflexively tensed my entire body, I felt a satisfied sigh behind me.

“Hold on tight.”

Nathaniel commanded in a low voice from behind. He immediately slammed me against the wall, leaving me suspended, sandwiched between the wall and his body.

“Ah, haa, haa, haa, ah!”

Messy breaths burst from my mouth repeatedly. The heavy cock continued to slide between my thighs, rubbing not only the hole hidden between my buttocks but also the perineum, scrotum, and penis. The intense friction felt like it was lighting a fire in my gut. I struggled to hold on as the strength kept leaving my body. Just a little more, a little more, just a little more.

“Ah-eut…!”

With a long cry, I arched my back. While blinking through half-open eyes and trembling all over, the hot thing churning in my gut burst outward and splattered against the wall. It was my second ejaculation.

The faint sound of rain reached my ears. It was only then that I smelled the acrid scent of cigarettes. As I slowly opened my eyes, I saw a familiar ceiling. Blinking in confusion for a moment, I soon noticed a faint sweetness mixed with the smell of tobacco.

…No way.

Half-doubting, I slowly turned my head and saw a man with a broad back sitting with his back to me. Only then did I realize I was lying on the bed and that the man was Nathaniel Miller.

Unbelievably, it seemed I had fainted. As soon as that thought occurred, I immediately denied it. There’s no way I lost consciousness because the sex was too good; that’s absurd. I must have simply fallen asleep because the tension I’d been carrying finally broke. No other reason was possible.

Then, did this man lay me on the bed?

That fact itself was surprising, but the fact that he hadn’t left and was still staying by my side was even more shocking. What on earth is this man thinking?

The sound of rain continued. It was already dark outside, as if the day had ended. Nathaniel Miller sat perched on the edge of the bed with his legs crossed, staring out the window and smoking. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking just by looking at his back as he slowly exhaled smoke.

“Don’t smoke in my bed.”

When I spoke quietly, he slowly turned his head after a pause. As our eyes met, Nathaniel silently brought the cigarette to his lips. The tip of the cigarette glowed red, and a moment later, he exhaled the smoke he had inhaled.

“Because of the ash?”

Nathaniel asked. I thought it was a late question, but I answered bluntly.

“It would be problematic if a fire started.”

Nathaniel merely gave a thin smile. He probably thought I was worrying over nothing. Fortunately, before I could snatch the cigarette and crush it, he stood up, leaned on his cane, and walked to the window. After flicking the ash outside, he leaned against the window frame and brought the cigarette to his lips again. I stared blankly at Nathaniel Miller as he leisurely held and released the smoke. He looked exactly as he did when he first entered the studio. As if nothing had happened.

But we had sex. He had forced his cock into my throat and ejaculated. And he had rubbed his member between my thighs.

As I recalled that, my body suddenly began to ache in various places. The reason everything throbbed like this was likely due to the unexpectedly rough sex. It was the first time my body had felt this languid and heavy. The sensation of the insides of my thighs burning was also a first.

The most painful part was, as expected, my throat. My throat, which had been forcibly gouged, screamed in pain, telling me that I wouldn’t be able to eat a proper meal for at least a few days. Realizing that pain, I suddenly felt a sense of dissonance at the man’s perfect three-piece suit.

To think a man who looks so elegant and cynical on the outside could engage in such barbaric sex.