Charlotte - Chapter 9 (M)

Knock, knock, knock.

It was already the fourth time.

The maids, following Leo’s orders, had come to deliver Charlotte’s meal.

Their polite inquiry—whether they could bring the food in—was spoken as if it were the first time, despite having gone unanswered each time before. Once again, they received no response.

Yet, having been instructed by their master, they couldn’t simply leave, nor did they know what else to do. The faint sound of their anxious shuffling reached past the door, betraying their hesitation.

Normally, a room’s door would never be opened without the owner’s explicit permission. But given the circumstances, it was difficult to ignore the possibility.

If they continued receiving no answer, the maids might start worrying that something had happened inside. They might even work up the nerve to open the door and check for themselves.

That possibility gnawed at Charlotte’s mind.

Knock, knock, knock.

Knock, knock, knock.

The fifth knock came, more insistent than before.

Charlotte’s uneasy gaze fixated on the door handle, unable to look away.

“If you’re that concerned,” Leo murmured, somehow aware of her distraction, “why don’t you moan like before?”

His grip tightened on the back of her head, pulling her face closer to his.

“If you let them hear what’s happening inside, they’ll leave on their own.”

A lump of flesh, so viciously swollen she couldn’t remember its original form, pierced the back of her uvula.

“Ugh, ugh!”

Her stomach churned in response to the unbearable penetration, a filthy gagging sound rising, but there was no room for a single breath to escape, let alone vomit.

Leo blocked the front, the sofa’s backrest blocked the rear—there was nowhere to escape.

Even if Charlotte wanted to make room to breathe, she couldn’t move an inch.

As the sixth knock echoed through the room, she squeezed her eyes shut. It was an act of resignation, accepting the helplessness of the situation.

“If I need anything, I’ll call for you again! Now leave!”

Leo’s voice suddenly boomed toward the door, loud enough to make her eardrums ring.

From outside, the maids hesitated before responding—awkward, yet unfailingly polite. “Understood, sir.”

Charlotte’s tightly shut eyelids slowly lifted.

But before her gaze could fully settle on Leo—before she could even process what had just happened—his hips moved.

Rough. Unhesitant. And utterly merciless.

Charlotte’s already strained lips finally gave way, splitting at the corner. Given the overwhelming size that still filled her mouth completely, it was almost a wonder she had lasted this long.

Her limbs grew weak as the relentless movement continued, with no clear end in sight.

Each time she seemed on the verge of breaking, gasping for air as if she might truly suffocate, Leo would momentarily pull back—only to press forward again before she could fully recover.

“Mmph…! Guh…! Cough…!”

As time passed, the intrusion grew deeper, pushing her limits further. It felt as though her throat had been stretched to its very brink.

Charlotte wasn’t sure how long she endured it. At some point, without realizing it, she found herself gripping Leo’s thigh, instinctively trying to push him away.

But his solid, immovable frame didn’t budge. Instead, as if punishing her resistance, he only pressed forward with more intensity—a movement that felt almost possessive.

Her nose brushed against the firm planes of his body over and over, each time briefly overwhelmed by his scent, before pulling away again, only for the cycle to repeat.

Each time she was pressed down by his unyielding grip, forced to take him to the very root, a terrible nausea and an inexplicable, dizzying sensation struck her all at once.

It felt as if she were being lifted to the highest peak, only to be thrown into a bottomless abyss moments later. The relentless motion left a deep, aching soreness in her lower body.

Unswallowed saliva trickled down the corners of her parted lips, but she was too dazed to even think about wiping it away.

It felt as though she were drowning—despite not being submerged in water. Every time the heated flesh dragged against the roof of her mouth and pressed deep into her throat, it was like sinking beneath the surface, her head slipping further into the depths.

Her weakened limbs trembled, unable to hold steady.

“Don’t spill. Take it properly.”

Leo ran a rough hand through her dark, curtain-like hair, his voice unreadable.

“Since your meal has been delayed, I figured I’d let you fill yourself with something else instead.”

Before she could even process the meaning behind his words, the pace inside her mouth grew more relentless.

What had already felt like her limit swelled even further.

“Mmgh… ugh…!”

The forceful movements continued, harsh enough to create an audible sound with each thrust.

Pushed when he pushed, pulled when he pulled—Charlotte was tossed helplessly along with Leo’s movements, with no control of her own.

Then, with a quick, teeth-grinding thrust of his masticatory muscles, Leo sank his cock into the deepest part of Charlotte’s mouth he could reach. Somewhere just past the uvula.

Charlotte bucked and twisted her hips, and the next thing she knew, a guttural explosion exploded in her stretched throat.

“Ugh!”

Leo, who was almost cradling Charlotte’s head, shuddered intermittently and let out a suppressed moan. It was a real ejaculation.

The spurt of semen slid down her esophagus without stopping. Charlotte suddenly realised what Leo had offered to fill her belly with.

The lukewarm ejaculate, slowly sliding across her mucous membranes, felt as hot as freshly erupted lava. Her oesophagus felt like it was melting.

Unable to bear the heat, which was nothing more than an illusion, Charlotte strained her throat to swallow Leo’s traces in a hurry.

Gulp.

Her throat swelled and sank. Charlotte had not expected that the sound would resonate so clearly.

Separated from Charlotte with a cold gesture that belied his hot, insistent ejaculation, Leo glared down at her, following the sound of her racking cough.

Without waiting for her to catch her breath, he fumbled for the mouth he’d made a mess of and shoved his fingers in.

“Hmph……!”

After groping around and finding it empty, Leo let out a guttural laugh of disbelief.

“I’m glad to hear you liked the flavour, though I’m sure you’re used to it already.”

His grip on Charlotte was a little more rough than it had been a moment ago, as he grabbed her roughly and flung her down onto the couch.

In an instant, her dress was flipped up, the delicate fabric cascading backward.

Her undergarments were swiftly removed, leaving her lower half exposed beneath Leo’s unyielding gaze.

Though her frame was thin, her hips carried the only trace of softness on her otherwise frail body—a stark contrast against the rest of her form.

Charlotte instinctively tried to lift herself, overwhelmed by a sudden wave of embarrassment. The position she had been forced into only emphasized the contrast in her form, making her acutely aware of her own vulnerability.

“W-Wait…!”

It didn’t matter that Leo couldn’t see. That did nothing to lessen her shame.

“Stay still.”

But the firm weight pressing down between her shoulder blades left her powerless to resist. Any attempt to rise crumbled instantly beneath his unyielding grip.

“I haven’t shown you yet, have I?”

“…?”

“That no matter what I think of you, it won’t be a problem when it comes to having a child.”

Charlotte almost argued that she had already understood that much—but she pressed her lips together instead. There was no reason to stop him. This was Leo’s touch. Leo’s hands. The things he gave to her.

It was him. The one she had been grateful for, even when he only appeared in her dreams. If there was something he wished to take from her, he could have it. As much as he wanted. Until there was nothing left.

Unable to change her animalistic stance, Charlotte pressed her forehead against her crossed arms, just in time to feel Leo’s hand slip between her legs.

“Ugh!”

The fingers that had been teasing her mouth touched a place she had never imagined. A crack that was red and split like a ripe fruit.

There, a sticky mucus tangled and squelched loudly. It was the aftereffect of having Leo in her mouth.

“Did you like it that much?”

“Ugh!”

Leo asked, thrusting an upright hand into the drenched opening. He didn’t expect an answer, but he made a gesture that left her speechless.

“Hmph, ah, ah!”

The extended fingers buried themselves deeply, pushing the red mucous membrane in all directions. As she was stirred without ejaculation, it felt like a new pathway was being opened inside her.

The unfamiliar sensation made the already damp area between her legs even wetter. Her entire pussy was slippery. She could feel her inner thighs getting wet.

“Tsk.”

Leo withdrew his hand, scratching relentlessly at her inner walls as if he didn’t like something about it.

There was no time to ask why. The solid pillar that had stood upright had quickly filled the void beneath.