QT: I hijacked a harem system and now I'm ruining every plot(GL) Chapter 186: Punishment 2 [M]

186 – Estela POV

"Daphne." I beg again, breathless. My voice trembles.

Sowhere to my left, she laughs softly — low, wicked, absolutely entertained by my state. I try to glare at her, but blindfolded and tied like this? Not much impact.

Then suddenly — my legs are spread. Wide. Firm hands grip behind my knees, pressing open with no sha.

"For all your complaining," her voice purrs, closer now, "you’re awfully eager, sweetheart."

Her fingers glide along sensitive skin. A teasing stroke. Then one finger slides in. Then two — slow, deliberate.

"Hmmmnn... but not wet enough. I want you soaking," she says, and I hear movent—and anticipation hums through , nerves buzzing with the unknown.

The bed shifts. Her warmth moves between my thighs.

Then her hands.

One sliding under to lift my hips slightly. The other pushing my legs wider—her grip firm, possessive. I hear her breath... soft, steady. Focused.

Her lips brush against my inner thigh.

A gasp slips from .

Then—her mouth.

Hot. Wet. Just a slow, deliberate kiss right above where I want her. She lingers there, teasing, mouth barely moving. Then she trails lower, her tongue dragging along my skin.

I shiver, biting my lip.

"Such beautiful thighs," she murmurs, voice low, breath ghosting over .

"I could stay here forever."

Her mouth moves again. Higher. Closer.

I arch, the restraints pulling at my wrists.

"Daphne..." I gasp, frustration and need thick in my voice.

A wicked little chuckle escapes her.

Then finally—finally—her tongue flicks across . One slow, sinful stroke.

I moan aloud, hips jerking.

She hums against , pleased. Her hands tighten on my hips, holding steady as her mouth goes to work—slow at first. Lapping. Circling. Just barely dipping where I need her most, driving insane.

I can’t see her. I can’t move. All I can do is feel. Every stroke, every flick of her tongue is magnified. My whole world narrows down to this mont, this pleasure.

She speeds up—just a little. Sucking gently. Then pulling back, teasing again. Her mouth is hot, her tongue insistent. My thighs tremble under her grip.

"Ah—Daphne!" I cry out.

But she doesn’t stop. If anything, she gets hungrier. Her lips seal over , her tongue moving faster, deeper, more determined.

My breath cos in ragged gasps now. Heat coils low in my belly, winding tighter and tighter with every stroke of her tongue.

So close.

So close—

And then—

She stops.

I nearly sob, arching against the restraints.

"No—don’t—!" I gasp.

A warm breath against my inner thigh. A satisfied hum.

"You sound so good when you beg," she murmurs, voice thick with hunger and amusent.

I’m still panting, body trembling from the edge she dragged to and then abandoned.

"But I’m not falling for it," she continues, her tone turning wicked. "I’m conducting an experint tonight."

Her fingers trail slow patterns on my thigh.

"How many tis can you cum before your body can’t handle it anymore."

...What.

WHAT?!

The most diabolical thing I’ve ever heard in my life. My heart leaps in panic, and dread coils through . I tug at the restraints—futile.

"D-Daphne—!" I gasp, voice wobbling.

She just laughs softly. "Mmm... don’t be scared, cariño. You’ll enjoy it. I promise."

I hear the faint sound of a cap opening. The scent of sothing sweet, slick. Her fingers—slick now—return to , teasing, circling.

Then sothing cold. Smooth.

Round.

The cool surface makes shiver as she pushes it in slowly with two fingers. The egg toy slides inside —my walls clenching automatically, still trembling from the earlier edging.

I whimper aloud. The sensation of fullness, of being stretched while I’m already so sensitive... my body can barely keep up.

Daphne chuckles, clearly hearing every breath I take.

"Such a good girl," she purrs.

A mont of rustling—clothes, maybe. Then her voice:

"Dammit, where’s my phone..."

She shuffles off the bed, bare feet padding on the floor, fabric swishing. My heart is hamring. I know what’s coming and I can’t see a thing, can’t prepare—blindfolded, tied up, at her rcy.

Then— BZZZZZT.

"AHHH—!!" I scream, back arching violently.

It hits like a lightning bolt. The vibration—intense, deep, relentless—fills to the core, almost too much to handle.

My body jerks, breath ragged.

It’s too much.

Way too much.

"Ah—ahhh, D-Daphne—!"

She giggles softly.

"I was supposed to start from the lowest setting," she says, voice completely unrepentant, a smile I can hear. "Guess I made a mistake."

She absolutely did not make a mistake.

Not. A. Chance.

She did this on purpose.

I tug uselessly against the restraints, gasping as the toy thrums inside , sending constant waves of pleasure up my spine.

"P-please," I gasp, already shaking. "Please—Daphne—!"

*

The tie across my eyes is damp from my tears.

My wrists ache, sore from tugging at the restraints. Every muscle in my body is trembling now—hips twitching, back arching, skin hot and oversensitive.

And my chest... stars, my nipples are raw. So tender. They feel swollen and achy from how long she’s been playing with them—pinching, rolling, tugging just enough to make whimper and cry.

Her hands finally leave my chest.

My heart pounds harder, breath quickening. I can feel the egg still inside —buzzing low, steady, relentless—keeping on edge. It’s almost too much. My walls flutter helplessly around it, every vibration sending another wave through my core.

Then—her hand slides lower.

From my chest, over my ribs, down my quivering stomach.

Lower.

The heel of her palm presses down firmly—just above where I need her most.

I let out a helpless moan.

She doesn’t move faster. No relief. Just slow, deliberate circles of her palm against my pelvis. Teasing. Torturing.

Her lips brush my ear, her breath warm.

"Ti for the third ti tonight," she purrs, voice like silk and smoke. "Cum for again."

I barely have a second to gasp, to brace—

Then her fingers trail lower. So slow. Too slow. They glide down my pelvis, teasing the hypersensitive skin there, the nerves raw from everything she’s already done.

And then—just when I think I can’t take anymore—her fingers slip between my thighs, parting , finding that one spot—

A light, deft flick against my clit.

"A-ah—!" My whole body jolts—my hips buck helplessly.

The toy is still pulsing inside —deep and rciless—and with that one sharp flick, sothing inside breaks.

The release crashes into like a wave, dragging under, wringing every last drop of strength from my shaking body.

I sob out a broken sound, chest heaving, whole body limp. My skin’s on fire, trembling, slick with sweat and tears. My arms ache from pulling against the restraints. My thighs are sore from how hard they’ve been shaking.

Finally—rcifully—I feel her fingers return. Gentle now. She strokes my hip, grounding . I whimper softly.

Then—slow—she slides the toy out of .

"Ah—!" I cry out, thighs instinctively trying to close, body twitching from the sheer sensitivity.

I tremble at her touch. Even that little movent is too much. My body’s a live wire, nerves shot through with pleasure and exhaustion.

For a mont... I think I can relax. My breathing starts to slow, my head lolls to the side against the pillow.

But then—

I feel it.

A chill across my damp back.

The subtle shift of air as she moves.

That eerie, amused hum under her breath.

I swear—I can sense it.

Her evil intentions.

"D-Daphne..." I manage weakly, voice hoarse.

I can almost hear her smirk.