In the cult, every mber had to live by the law of the jungle—fight, betray, and do whatever it took to rise above others. Otherwise, they risked falling into slavery... or worse, becoming a test subject for the higher-ups’ experints.
That kind of environnt shaped people into bold and cunning individuals—but also morally grey. They indulged in whatever pleasures they could find, and by normal world standards, most cultists would co off as thugs, beggars, shaless, or whores.
But she had never felt this exposed doing such things before. Now, Cassian had pinned her arms up, leaving her armpits and bare chest fully exposed. She could have fought him off—despite him being stronger, she still had ways to break free from his grip.
But she didn’t.
Because she had to endure this... to protect her sister.
What more could she even do? She showed enough struggle, enough resistance, enough hatred for it—hoping, even a little, that it might make Cassian feel so guilt and stop.
But he didn’t.
She watched as he licked along her armpits, the sensation making her skin tingle. He sucked on them a bit harder, leaving them slightly pink and glistening with his saliva. To him, they looked almost enticing, and for a mont he wanted to keep going—but there were other parts of her he hadn’t explored yet.
His gaze shifted to her chest.
As he looked at her chest—full and well-shaped, with no sag—there were faint freckles scattered across her skin, adding a slight reddish hue to the upper part. Her breasts themselves were smooth and clear, her nipples small and neat, with softly puffy areolas. They stood out now, slightly hardened, their light pink shade making them even more noticeable.
"You have really pretty nipples..." Cassian said, the complint sounding genuine, a faint, real smile on his face. He let go of her hands and grabbed her breasts, squeezing them so her nipples stood out more before leaning in to suck on them.
As he moved between both, his hands still fondling her, Kirja complained, "You’re getting so much saliva on them... it’s disgusting..."
"It’s just a bit of fluid, nothing disgusting..." Cassian said as he moved from her chest to her neck, then back to her lips, kissing her again.
Her expression still showed disgust, but she responded anyway—letting his tongue in, even sucking on it while he did the sa to hers.
His hands stayed on her chest, still fondling, while she pressed her lips harder against his. Cassian didn’t mind the saliva spreading around his mouth—in fact, he found it amusing, especially seeing her try to make it unpleasant for him.
Instead, he only responded by deepening the kiss further, matching her ssy intensity without hesitation.
Finally, she broke the kiss, clearly annoyed, seeing both his mouth and hers sared with saliva. "Nasty bastard..."
Cassian smirked but casually wiped her face with the blanket beneath them, then his own. "There’s nothing nasty about showing affection a bit more deeply..." he said, pulling off his shirt.
Kirja’s eyes instinctively shifted to his body. His fra was well-built, defined and toned. She herself had a fit, muscular figure, but it wasn’t the sa—people rarely found their own bodies appealing like that unless they were narcissistic. So, naturally, her gaze lingered on his chest and the lines of his stomach, unable to ignore how striking it looked.
Her hand moved toward him, as if to trace his chest, but halfway she changed direction and went to his pants instead, unbuttoning them.
"Let’s just get this over with quickly... if this goes on any longer, I’m gonna throw up," she said, then started unbuttoning her own pants.
"Don’t be so harsh... it’s not that bad," Cassian replied as he leaned in to help her pull them off, his hands guiding the fabric down as it caught slightly against her hips.
He smiled as he pulled them off. Her figure stood out—her curves well-shaped and defined, the result of constant training. Her hips, thighs, and overall form had a natural balance, strong yet appealing.
As she lifted her legs to help him, Cassian’s gaze followed the movent. The back of her thighs stretched as she raised them, the muscles forming clean, defined lines that ran down toward her knees, giving her an athletic yet striking look.
Cassian didn’t even glance lower at first—he was already fully aroused just from the thought of touching her bare thighs. When he finally did, even using both hands, he couldn’t fully grasp them. He had to use both hands just to hold one, and even then, it was only half.
Then his gaze dropped.
Her blonde bush was a bit unruly, not too dense—just a soft patch above, with so strands partly covering her pink, damp folds. Cassian smirked slightly.
"You’re already wet... good for . I’m parched after all that intense kissing..."
He spread her thighs apart and leaned in without hesitation.
"Mmhh..." Kirja let out a soft moan but didn’t stop him—she couldn’t. Embarrassed, she tried to close her thighs, squeezing his head between them as she muttered, "Stop with these freaky things..."
Cassian didn’t stop. He kept going, his lips moving against her as he took in her warmth, clearly enjoying the moisture. There was a faint, unfamiliar taste to it, but to him, it felt intoxicating—sothing that only fueled his desire more.
Her thighs, tense at first, slowly loosened, giving him more space as he continued. Kirja looked down at him, catching sight of his sharp, focused gaze as he watched her reactions closely, trying to read every subtle change in her expression.
But there was no change in her expression—only that sa look of disgust. She kept her thighs held open, though inside she couldn’t have been more unsettled.
’Nggh... how can his tongue even reach there?’ she wondered in surprise as he moved against her, pushing further, tracing slow, deliberate motions that made her body tense in ways she didn’t want to acknowledge. It didn’t overwhelm her, but it left a strange, lingering pull she couldn’t ignore.
Still, she refused to show it—neither on her face nor through her body. She forced her trembling thighs to stay open and said, "Just... get it over with already. I’m not even feeling anything..."
Cassian smirked slightly. He almost pointed out the obvious, but decided against it—for now, he’d let his actions speak instead.
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