Taming The Villainesses novel Chapter 384

Ayra cried for a long time, like the sky after it had been torn open.

At first, I thought she was just crying from the pain of losing her virginity.

But even as I stopped moving and simply held her close, Ayra did not stop crying.

Sniff.

That sound of her crying didn’t just carry sadness or pain—it felt like a mixture of many emotions all entwined together. Was this the kind of crying newborns did?

“Ayra-nim, are you all right?”

No matter how aroused I was, I wasn’t savage enough to keep moving my hips for my own satisfaction while Ayra was crying so hard.

“......”

I held Ayra’s small head close. She buried her face in my chest and soaked me with her tears.

Ayra, who had always seemed so cold and proud to the point of unknowability—who would’ve thought a day would come when she wept like this?

Maybe it meant that, in her mind, my chest was worth crying into. If so, then these tears were something of an honor.

At the same time, guilt began piling up inside me like I’d committed an unforgivable mistake.

A woman’s tears, even against a well-prepared man’s heart, crash down like cannons at the walls of a fortress.

And especially when the situation comes so suddenly...

If that woman is also beautiful, then it’s even more overwhelming.

I felt terribly sorry.

Even though Ayra never blamed me, never spoke a word of reproach.

Now, the only thought in my head was that I had to get her to stop crying somehow. So I gently stroked her head and back with the palm of my hand.

Swish, swish.

“Ayra-nim, please... calm down now.”

Of course, once the dam of tears had burst, there was no stopping them. It was like she was paying back a debt that had piled up all at once—a flood of tears that wouldn’t end.

At this point, I had no choice but to use a secret technique.

A fairy’s secret art.

Nymph–Rapid Petting.

Swishswishswishswish.

I rapidly stroked Ayra’s back and head with my palm.

According to my own personal headcanon, anyone who received the Nymph–Rapid Petting would quickly calm down and feel better.

And sure enough, Ayra’s sobs and sniffles gradually began to subside.

The downpour that had beaten down like a thunderstorm faded into a gentle drizzle, and then, finally, the skies cleared completely.

“......”

After Ayra had stopped crying, only a stillness remained between us, as fresh and silent as dawn covered in dew. A terribly awkward silence.

I said,

“Are you feeling a little better now?”

“......”

Ayra didn’t answer. She simply kept her face buried in my chest, motionless as if she had fallen asleep. But I knew she hadn’t actually fallen asleep.

She was probably too embarrassed to lift her head after crying so much. Maybe this was her first time being swept away by her emotions like that, and she didn’t know how to face it.

“I didn’t know it hurt that much for you.”

“......”

Ayra didn’t respond, nor did she budge. Just in case, I reached for a few strands of her round, soft hair and lifted them gently.

“......”

Even though it must’ve tickled, she didn’t react at all. After crying so hard, had she shut herself up like a clam clamping down tight? Her emotional swings were too extreme.

Then again, it’s pretty common for people—especially kids—to suddenly clam up after crying a lot.

They cry because something upsets them, and then when they realize crying won’t get them what they want, they shut their mouths and sulk in protest.

Or maybe she was just embarrassed and flustered. Maybe she didn’t know what kind of expression to make at me right now and decided to stay silent.

“......”

“......”

Should I just leave her be for a while?

***

How much time had passed? Ten minutes? Twenty? I wasn’t sure. Ayra still hadn’t said a word.

The tears that had soaked my chest had dried. The arousal that had boiled up to the top of my head had also cooled to a manageable level. And ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) yet Ayra said nothing.

I felt like a stone.

But I didn’t have the courage to push Ayra off of me or move away, even though she was lying on top of me with her face buried in my chest.

How long would this last?

Feeling the urge to shift positions, I decided to finally use another secret art I’d been saving. I raised my hand and gently brushed Ayra’s side.

“......”

She said nothing, but I could feel her smooth, warm skin flinch beneath my touch.

So she was ticklish after all.

Should I tickle her a bit more? With that thought, I lightly fluttered my fingers like feathers across Ayra’s side and armpit.

“......!”

Maybe she couldn’t take it anymore—she suddenly grabbed my hand and bit it hard. The pain made my eyes well up.

“Hiiiehk...!”

Clench—

But even though my pitiful scream echoed through the room, she didn’t let go. She bit down even harder, so hard I wondered if she was about to tear through my bone.