Upon awakening from my slumber, I discovered my hips moving on their own accord, compelled by a warm and inviting sensation that urged them forward.
My consciousness was hazy, and my hand had unconsciously found its way to something soft.
Despite my blurred awareness, my thrusting continued, and a euphoric feeling of dominance washed over me, as though I stood atop the world with each thrust.
"Barthomeloi... This is not what we agreed upon... No... I'm cumming!" Her voice trembled with a mix of restraint and surrender, unable to suppress the powerful orgasm that overtook her.
The instant her voice reached my ears, I jolted awake.
Though I wished to pull away from the woman beneath me, my body acted on instinct, driven by an overwhelming urge I couldn't resist.
I couldn't hold back the powerful sensation surging through me as I released my cum inside her.
Even after I climaxed deep within her, my cock remained hard as stone.
I lifted her leg, continuing to thrust in and out, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing through the chamber.
We continued our carnal acts for two hours until my clarity finally returned.
She sat on the sheets, her gaze filled with anger.
"No wonder you said you're not someone who can be trusted."
My focus wasn't on her expression of fury, but on her pussy, which was dripping with the cum I had relentlessly pumped into her.
The sight stirred me once again, and Helena noticed immediately, her eyes narrowing with wary suspicion.
"What do you intend to do?"
"Since we've already done it, let's go again."
Without waiting for her to object, I bound her with chains, and my cock throbbed with the urge to taste her mouth.
I shoved it inside without hesitation, and her protests became meaningless as her mouth was filled with my cock.
My hips moved with a forceful rhythm, pounding her so aggressively that all she could manage were muffled gurgles as I unleashed my cum deep within her throat.
When the act was finally over, I released her from the chains.
She recoiled, moving to the corner of the bed to distance herself from me.
The crimson-stained sheets bore witness to the madness we had indulged in throughout the night.
This situation was undeniably awkward; I never imagined I could be so overcome with lust that I would assault her.
"Helena..."
"Say no more, Barthomeloi. Just leave me alone for now." She hugged the blanket to her chest, covering her body with an instinctive fear.
It's entirely understandable why she reacted that way.
While the right thing to do would be to apologize, I can't deny that I thoroughly enjoyed the intense sex between us, and it would feel hypocritical to offer an apology now.
"Well, if you're considering leaving because of this incident, I won't stand in your way," I suggested, despite the bitter reality of possibly never sharing that rough sex with her again.
However, I realized I needed to find another way to make amends, as offering an apology seemed insincere.
"I'm not as fragile as you think, Barthomeloi," she retorted, rolling her eyes at me.
"Just leave me alone, for now," she added, her voice laced with impatience.
I nodded in agreement, giving her the space to calm down before we could have a proper conversation.
With that, I excused myself and turned on the cold shower, hoping it would help clear my mind.
Being reincarnated into a 18-year-old body has its drawbacks; my hormones are raging and difficult to control. In my past life, I didn't struggle with this, so why in this world am I so easily swayed by temptation?
However, I have to admit, I enjoy the feeling very much, I guessed, I shouldn't let Helena wait so long.
When I saw her at the breakfast table, she was already eating the bacon that had been neatly arranged on the plate.
She took a deliberate sip of the milk in her hand, her eyes seething with anger, likely fueled by my apparent lack of remorse and any proper apology.
"We shouldn't sleep in the same room from now on, Barthomeloi. If you want to have some wench to satiate your lust, you should hire a prostitute or seek another woman. I don't want you to use me for your personal gratification."
Her warning was crystal clear, and I nodded in acknowledgment.
"You're right, we don't need to share the same room. You're too beautiful, too cute—I can't hold myself back when I'm near you, Helena."
When she heard my compliment, her anger eased, though she still snorted grumpily.
"Anyway, don't do that again. If you want to get my approval, you should seek my consent. We should try dating first so we can get to know each other better."
"So, does that mean there's no problem with us having sex again as long as I get your consent?" My expression brightened at her words.
"Pervert, hentai, scum," she cursed at my reply, gritting her teeth in anger. It was certain her blood pressure was rising.
"Anyway, you get the meaning—it means 'yes.' But only with my consent." She gave me a threatening glare.
"Okay..." I nodded, choosing not to say anything more.
I don't know why, but every time I speak, I can't help blurting out my desire to have sex with her. It's clear that I want to do it with her again.
"Good." She nodded, giving me an appreciative gaze.
"I'll take a shower now. Please, don't follow me, pervert."
I was deadpan at her statement.
If you want to shower, just shower.
What's the point of telling me?
Is she signaling for me to follow her, expecting me to assault her again?
I don't know...
So, what decision should I make about this?
Only time will tell, my friend, only time will tell.
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