Taming The Villainesses novel Chapter 382

How much time had passed?

Everything around me felt sticky and drawn out.

That included time itself. Everything was dim and blurry—within the dark room, the only thing that felt vivid was my own sense of touch.

It felt like my body was floating lightly on the bed. At the same time, I was wrapped in something warm and moist, as though being sucked into a hole that had opened somewhere in the world.

Slide—

I raised my head and glanced slightly toward my lower body. There, I saw Ayra with her head bowed down at my hips, my shaft in her mouth.

“Slrp, slrrp.”

Her technique was clumsy, but a truly captivating woman could arouse a man with her face alone. Seeing Ayra holding me in her mouth, I couldn’t help but grow deeply aroused.

That queen of mine, licking and sucking me with her mouth—it felt like I was placing her beneath me, as though I were dominating her.

But because we hadn’t exchanged a word, and only silence passed between us, I felt not just arousal, but also a strong sense of awkwardness.

“...Slrp.”

“......”

Now and then, Ayra would glance up at me with those eyes. I didn’t know whether I was supposed to react to that.

Should I force myself to moan or something?

To slightly change the mood of this awkward situation, I said,

“Ayra-nim, please let me touch you too.”

I didn’t mind being the only one receiving pleasure, but I desired a relationship where things flowed both ways. However, Ayra simply glanced up at me, then tucked her fallen hair behind her ear.

“No.”

“...Why not?”

“If I say no, it means no. Even while the queen is licking you with her mouth, you want something more? A greedy little half-fairy like you needs to be punished.”

Clench—

Ayra gripped the head of my shaft firmly in her hand. The pain mixed with pleasure hit me like a thunderbolt crashing through my skull.

“Ugh...!”

At that moment, I realized something.

Fellatio wasn’t simply a service a woman provided to a man—it could also be an act of one-sided exploitation by a woman in a dominant position, taking advantage of a man laid ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) beneath her.

“It’s my first time, but I think I get it. This is the most sensitive spot, right?”

Rub, rub—

Ayra began to stroke the glistening tip of my shaft, slick with her saliva, using her palm.

“Does it feel even better when I do this?”

That merciless hand conveyed both punishment and reward at the same time.

Thanks to that, my mind felt like it was crumpling in agony, while bursts of lightning sparked before my eyes with waves of overwhelming pleasure.

“Men really are simple creatures. Even when they’re being tormented like this, they can’t help but enjoy it. It’s almost pitiful.”

Squish, squelch—

Ayra’s curled fingers kept rubbing up and down my smooth, sensitive tip.

The sensation felt like something narrow was sliding in, stirring me up from the inside. A tidal wave of climax began to surge through me. So all that clumsy fumbling earlier... was just practice?

“Now, hurry up and cum. Then the heat that’s built all the way up to your head, and those insolent horns you dared to raise against your queen, will melt away. That’s what men are like, right?”

The tip grazing against her smooth palm was starting to burn as though it touched fire.

I instinctively knew—if she kept stimulating me like this, I was going to climax harder than I ever had in my life.

If that happened, the emotions that had boiled up inside me would, just as Ayra said, be washed away like they were never there. That must’ve been how she intended to calm me down.

Strangely, I felt defiant.

“Ayra-nim, you really don’t understand men.”

“Oh? Is that so?”

Just as I twisted my body, trying to suppress the pleasure, something began to gently coil around my arms and legs. It was the tattered bandages that had been lying in a tangled heap on the floor.

Twist—

They wrapped around me like spider silk, pinning my limbs down so I couldn’t move an inch. My arms and legs were spread wide open in an X shape at the corner of the bed.

“You’re desperately trying to endure, aren’t you? Do you think you can hold out?”

“...Ugh.”

“Very well, then. If you, Teo, can last five minutes—I’ll grant you one wish.”

Five minutes?

It was right then.

Ayra slowly released her grip on the head of my shaft. I let out a small sigh of relief, thinking I might get a short break.

But then Ayra reached out and clenched the air. In that moment, I felt something unexpected tighten around my shaft. It was a sensation completely different from a hand, a mouth, or the inside of a woman.

I knew instantly what it was.

“Wait, wait a second—”

“Shhh. Quiet now. I’m not going to let you speak, Teo. Bite down on this. If you spit it out, I’ll crush your precious little thing.”

Slide—

Ayra pulled something from around her waist. It was the string of her underwear. In her hand was a small piece of lace lingerie, which she then stuffed into my mouth.

“Mmgh—!”

Then, like zipping a zipper, Ayra gently ran her fingers across my lips from left to right. My lips sealed together, and I couldn’t utter a single word.

“......”

“There. Now you’re quiet.”

With my arms and legs bound, and even my mouth sealed, the only part of my body still free was my eyes. Ayra’s face loomed over me, darkened and eerie in expression.

I got it. Right now, Ayra was in her tyrant mode—just like when she reigned as a villainess. Her inner sadistic switch had been flipped by the act of tormenting me.

“All right. Try to last five minutes. If you can’t hold out and explode... then, Teo, instead of a reward, I’ll give you punishment.”