Chapter 359 - 120



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"Eat."

Compelled by his gentle but insistent tone, Maxi began to chew dryly. As soon as she managed to swallow, he hovered a small slice of tart in front of her. Maxi kept her lips firmly sealed, but when he began to stroke her chin coaxingly, she forced herself to take a bite. The cream was rich and sweet, but she did not savor it as she would have normally.

Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined she would ever be in such a bizarrely lewd position. He filled her completely while she sat atop his bare, sculpted body, allowing herself to be fed mouthful by mouthful. The strangeness of it addled her mind. Riftan, on the other hand, looked unperturbed as he occupied himself with being her personal attendant.

Trepidation slowly stirred in her. Her body seemed to have a mind of its own, the place where they were joined twitching and clamping around him. The burning in her abdomen began to rise.

Riftan did not react. He simply restrained her wriggling hips and growled, "Stop your whining. We're not doing it until you've finished all of this."

Growing beet red, Maxi shrilled, "W-Whining-?!"

She could not believe he was admonishing her like a governess. Paying no heed to her protests, Riftan resumed feeding her. Maxi feared he truly would keep her here until she had finished the entire platter.

After anxiously glancing back and forth between his impassive face and the laden tray, Maxi obediently continued chewing. This mortifying situation would never end if she did not.

By the time she had taken numerous bites of bread and fruit, the heat in her stomach was unbearable. Squeezing her eves shut, Maxi tried to quell the sizzling, to no avail. In fact, she felt herself reaching her limit as she rocked her hips against him. The fire within her grew to a blaze.

All concern for decorum burning away, she placed her hands on his sculpted waist for support and began to writhe. It was not enough, however. Her modest movements fell short of drawing out the intense pleasure she was seeking.

She looked up at him imploringly. "I-I would like... t-to stop eating now."

Riftan wordlessly regarded her flushed face for a moment, then picked a small strawberry off the plate. "You've barely had anything. Have this."

"I-I've had enough, so will you...?"

Unable to ask him to take over, Maxi bit her lip. A hot shame suddenly overcame her. Here she was, writhing with desire, while Riftan seemed hardly affected. She glowered at his stony face before shifting her weight to her trembling thighs, willing herself to sit up. When she slowly raised her hips to free herself, Riftan clicked his tongue and grabbed her, thrusting upward.

Maxi threw her head back, mouth wide open in a silent cry. It felt like a spear to the stomach. She shuddered, the hairs on her body standing on end.

After pouring the perfumed oil into the tub, he scooped palmfuls of hot water onto her shoulder. Maxi looked up at him in confusion.

"H-How long was I asleep?"

"About two hours," he answered, gently rubbing her shoulder.

Maxi instinctively moved to the edge of the tub to avoid his hand. Narrowing his eyes, Riftan slipped out of his loosely fastened trousers and stepped in after her. The water overflowed, soaking the expensive carpet, to which he paid no mind.

Once comfortably leaning against the tub's side, he pulled her onto his lap. Alarm rose on Maxi's face when she felt his hard rod prodding her buttocks.



Her face flushing, she said frantically, "N-no more. I-I really... can't take any more."

"Don't worry. I don't intend on doing anything"

Riftan let out a small sigh at her dubious look and gently massaged her tense waist. Slowly, her sore muscles eased as he kneaded them with just the right amount of pressure. A drowsy moan escaped her lips.

Even as she lay back, thoroughly spent and enjoying the respite he was giving her, she still felt strangely awkward.

After glancing at the candle-lit table and the gloom outside the window, she asked in a cracked voice, "I-Is it all right for us to be here? I-Is the room not occupied?"

"This is reserved for guests attending the banquets," Riftan replied smoothly as though he had been expecting the question.

He began to wash her chapped face as if she were a helpless babe. It was the tenderness she had long been yearning for.

And yet, it filled her with unease.

She looked up at him with misty eyes. "A-Are you... s-still angry with me?"

"What do you think?" he asked, gazing down at her.

Maxi bit her lip. "D-Don't be so tart. I-I merely—"

"You merely put on that ridiculous show to infuriate me."

His words struck like a whip. Maxi hunched her shoulders, turtle- like, and furtively studied his face. He did not appear angry as he regarded her, only deep in thought.

Rubbing his lips on hers, he murmured, "Why are you looking at me like that? You got what you wanted." TDG