When the Villains Unite - Chapter 14. The Golden ○○ (2) (M)

He seemed to be trying to ease the awkward atmosphere, but as he skimmed the book’s content, his expression froze again.

Wait, Belhark can read Krivat Empire’s common language?!

Why did his intellect suddenly feel like a curse?

He calmly set the book down on the desk and fixed me with an unreadable expression. It wasn’t outright anger, but he definitely didn’t look pleased.

“O-Brother, why don’t we just… put that down and talk?”

But instead of replying, Belhark reached into the drawer, casually pulling out the golden replica. Sitting on the edge of the desk, he stared at it with a contemplative look.

The golden aura emanating from Damian’s energy gave his already striking face an almost divine glow. Unfortunately, the object in his hand was the furthest thing from divine.

“…You were using this while reading that book?”

“No! I-I was just reading the book to study…!”

His piercing gaze made me falter. Feeling accused, I put on the most indignant face I could muster and stared back at him.

Belhark sighed softly, placing the replica on the desk, before standing and lifting me up from the chair effortlessly. His long strides carried us to the bed, where he gently laid me down before sitting beside me.

“Studying? That thing?”

“No! Not that kind of studying!”

I was studying the Krivat Empire’s language, for goodness’ sake, not… whatever he was thinking!

I had already learned plenty about that kind of “study” through… well, practical lessons with him. Why would I need to read someone else’s diary about their escapades?!

Of course, I couldn’t say that outright, but the misunderstanding was driving me crazy.

For some reason, Belhark’s expression had grown colder. His usual warmth was replaced by a sharp edge, and when a faint, icy chuckle escaped his lips, I realized the situation was taking a dangerous turn.

“Why are you looking at me like that…?”

“I should’ve realized earlier how greedy you really are.”

“What’s that supposed to mean? Speak clearly! Wait, brother—!”

Belhark’s sudden, forceful motion startled me as he yanked up the hem of my thin indoor dress. Panicking, I scrambled to pull it back down, but his firm grip made it impossible.

Before I could protest further, I felt the thick, soft object press against me through the thin fabric of my underwear. Alarmed, I wriggled desperately, trying to escape, but he effortlessly pinned me in place.

Using the replica, he pushed down firmly between the split of the fabric, applying pressure in a way that made my entire body tense.

“I already knew,” he murmured darkly, “but somehow, this feels filthier than I expected.”

“Haah… What are you even trying to—mmph!”

Suddenly, he kissed me. It was rougher, more fervent than usual, as his hot tongue traced along my teeth with an intensity that sent a dizzying wave through me.

Overwhelmed by the relentless invasion of my mouth, I felt my strength draining, leaving me no choice but to accept him. Before I knew it, my body had been pushed back completely, my back sinking into the soft embrace of the bed.

Each time I tried to push against his chest to catch my breath, Belhark allowed me brief moments to gasp for air—only to dive back in, even more relentless, as if determined to consume every trace of me.

“Haah…”

I don’t know how long we stayed locked like that, devouring each other’s lips. Eventually, his lips began to trail downward, leaving slow, deliberate kisses on the sensitive skin below.

Belhark lingered on my neck, his lips and tongue repeatedly sucking and licking my tender skin. He left kiss marks in places clearly visible even through a dress—an unusually possessive gesture that felt so unlike his usual self.

But before I could even process that thought, he suddenly grabbed my dress, as if it were an annoyance, and tore it apart in one swift motion.

I froze in shock, unable to hide my surprise.

“Brother, just slow down a little… ah…!”

He showed no intention of slowing down. Instead, he immediately leaned down further. My shredded undergarments quickly followed the fate of my dress, discarded far out of reach, and his lips found their way to my now-exposed chest.

As his mouth engulfed both my areola and nipple, sucking them in deeply, I could already feel myself growing wet below.

Belhark’s hands were firmly gripping both of my breasts, kneading them roughly. Meanwhile, the mock cock he had been playing with just moments ago was still twitching near my entrance, teasing me unbearably.

“Hah… it feels strange down there… take it out… hngh!”

In response to my words, he persistently continued tormenting my chest. Every part of my body that his hot hands touched felt like it was burning, as if scorched by fire.

Even as he sloppily teased and licked various spots, he showed no intention of touching the drenched, aching place between my legs, leaving me feeling frustrated. Unable to hold back any longer, I reached out and stroked his navy-blue hair as he left kiss marks on my pale stomach.

Through his disheveled bangs, he lifted his head and met my gaze. His crimson lips, glistening against his flushed skin, caught and held my attention.

“Nngh…!”

While I was distracted by his lips, Belhark suddenly bit down on a tender spot, making me gasp sharply as I inhaled.

Meeting my startled gaze, he licked the area a few times while maintaining eye contact, then slowly lowered his eyes back down.

When his hand finally moved toward my drenched entrance, slick with arousal, a strange sense of relief and anticipation washed over me. As if urging him to torment me further, I shamelessly spread my legs wide for him.

“Haa… hurry….”

“Hah…”

Belhark let out a chuckle at the sight of me, entirely consumed by a blind pursuit of pleasure.

How he saw me didn’t matter at all right now. What mattered was that he used something—whether it was his hand or that massive mock cock he held—to torment me.

My desperate, yearning gaze seemed to amuse him as he gracefully parted my dripping folds, teasing the sensitive flesh with his fingertips. His fingers were soon slick with the sticky fluids, gliding effortlessly over me.

“If you’re already this wet, what are we supposed to do?”

“Nngh! W-wait, that’s too fast! Haaah…!”

He pressed his hand against my soaked entrance and began moving it rapidly. The sound of wet, slick movements filled the quiet space as his hand glided over me, the lewd squelching noises echoing in the room.

With his relentless motions, every nerve in my body focused on that one point, and I felt like I would reach my climax at any moment.

Soon enough, the intense wave of release hit me, causing my hips to jerk several times and my legs to instinctively close.

But Belhark, seemingly unsatisfied, spread my legs apart again and resumed his movements. Only after I reached a second shattering climax did his hand finally pull away.

“Haaah…”

My trembling legs remained spread wide, quivering faintly. My entrance, glistening and dripping, pulsed as if begging for even more stimulation.

But Belhark, having already pulled away, stopped his teasing and picked up a handkerchief to wipe his hands, now messy with my fluids.

“O-brother…?”

“From now on, do it yourself.”

Do what? Was he seriously telling me to masturbate in front of him?

I looked up at him with a bewildered expression, but Belhark’s face remained impassive as he reached out to stroke my smooth thigh. My overly sensitized body shivered at the slightest touch.

Then, he placed the mock cock, crafted by Damian, into my hand.

“Hngh… I can’t…”

“Do you want me to fuck you with it instead?”

Instead of answering, I nodded and reached for the front of Belhark’s pants. My hand brushed against his stiff length beneath the fabric as I locked eyes with his deep navy-blue gaze. While his member was swollen and fully erect, his demeanor remained unsettlingly calm.

Belhark gently removed my hand from his shaft, then placed his own hand over mine, guiding the twitching mock cock I was holding toward my aching entrance.

As he began to slowly push the mock cock into my entrance, the unfamiliar sensation made my brows furrow, and a strained moan escaped my lips.

Though my entrance was already thoroughly soaked and didn’t seem to require any further preparation, its sheer size—modeled after Damian’s—was enough to make me feel stretched and achingly full, even with just the tip inserted.

My walls clenched and fluttered, struggling to adjust to its size, and before I realized it, tears began welling up in my eyes.

“Haaah… ngh…!”

Before I knew it, the mock cock was fully inserted, leaving me gasping for air. But suddenly, he pulled it out in one swift motion, leaving my walls scraping against its surface. The sensation sent sparks of sharp pleasure through me, making my mind go blank as the intense stimulation caused my legs to tremble uncontrollably.

“Haaahng…!”

“You’re practically losing your mind over something like this, and yet you say you can’t do it yourself?”

“Hnn… ah… Brother…”

“Time to review what you’ve learned, Rose. I’ve been kind enough to teach you, so it’s about time you get into the habit of solving things on your own.”

He withdrew his hand from where it had been guiding mine, his cold gaze locking onto me.

Though he’d maintained a distant demeanor ever since discovering the erotic stories, the stark difference in his usual behavior was still something I couldn’t get used to.

My body tensed in response, and noticing this, Belhark reached out with his large hand to gently wipe away the tears welling in my eyes.

“If you do well, I’ll give you a reward. Of course, if you don’t want to, we can stop here.”

His deliberately harsh words stung, making me feel both frustrated and hurt. But I knew better than to complain—whining wouldn’t get me anywhere with him.

Stop here?

How could I stop now? My body, already flushed with heat, was demanding I act on instinct.

Though I couldn’t pinpoint exactly why he was angry, it seemed clear he was upset about me turning to erotic stories instead of him.

Can’t I even read a bit of erotica?

A surge of indignation swelled inside me, but I didn’t have the mental space to dwell on it or argue.

When I shook my head, he sighed, stroking my hair as if praising me for being good, before moving behind me.

“Haa… then at least kiss me… please?”

I thought that maybe a kiss would help ease my shame.

With tearful eyes, I turned to him, looking at him pleadingly. Without hesitation, Belhark captured my lips, devouring them. His action gave me the courage to follow his earlier command. Wrapping my hand around the mock cock, I began to move it slowly.

As the slick, rigid surface of the toy brushed against my sensitive flesh, I couldn’t help but let out a faint moan into Belhark’s mouth.

Overwhelmed by a rush of shame, I squeezed my eyes shut and pressed the mock cock closer to my entrance. At that moment, the toy twitched noticeably, eliciting a louder moan that spilled from my lips, still captured by his.

“Hngh…!”

The mock cock twitched violently inside me, and soon, it began to vibrate. I had only inserted the tip, yet it reacted immediately upon entering, as if it were equipped with some kind of sensor.

When Belhark had used it earlier, it had only twitched… so why was it responding differently now?

“Haa… ngh…”

Still, the tingling sensation of my tender flesh trembling against the vibrating mock cock wasn’t unpleasant. Even as my legs quivered involuntarily, I didn’t pull it out.

His relentless tongue overwhelmed me, leaving my mind hazy. Belhark held the back of my head firmly, his tongue curling around mine with a ferocity as though he intended to consume me whole.

Lost in the intensity of his kiss, I didn’t even think about pushing the toy further inside. I simply writhed as the vibrations against my inner walls sent shivers through my body.

At some point, Belhark had wrapped his arms around my waist. Breaking the kiss, he licked my lips once more before pulling away, his gaze falling on me with a slight frown.

Startled by the displeasure on his face, I froze for a moment. Before he could utter another one of his cold remarks, I quickly began to move my hand again.

“Hngh… ahh…”

“Rose.”

As I hastily pushed the mock cock all the way in, the sensation wasn’t one of excitement but of an unfamiliar tightness that left me breathless.

Despite my bold action, I found myself stuck, unable to move forward or back, letting out ragged breaths as I whimpered in discomfort. Belhark, watching me, frowned even more deeply.

However, unlike before, his expression wasn’t cold—it carried a hint of concern. Seeing that softened my anxiety, and I found myself relaxing.

As my body loosened, the once-unyielding mock cock became easier to handle. With careful, tentative thrusts, it began to glide more smoothly, now slick with my arousal.

“Haa… ngh… hnn…”

The silence of the room, punctuated only by my breathy moans and the wet, squelching sounds of the mock cock moving in and out of me, was almost deafening. Belhark remained wordless, his steady gaze on me adding to the charged atmosphere.

With every motion of my hand, the large, thick object slid back and forth between my folds. I marveled at how something so massive could fit inside me, feeling both astonished and embarrassed. Unable to bear the sight of what I was doing, I turned my head away completely.

“…Ngh… Brother…”

As the mock cock thrust deeply inside me again, violently quivering, I instinctively squeezed my legs together and whimpered. Though I thought I was moving my hand quickly enough, the sensations only left me frustrated, unable to reach the peak I so desperately sought.

Meanwhile, Belhark simply observed, maintaining a detached demeanor without taking any action.

The increasingly intense vibrations and the fullness inside me brought waves of arousal, yet something still felt incomplete. And I knew all too well that Belhark was the only one who could fill that void.

Trying to meet his gaze, I continued to move my hand frantically, all the while repeatedly calling his name.

“Bel… Bel brother… ngh… please, enough… haaah…”

Belhark remained motionless, quietly staring at me as though deep in thought, his stillness only adding to my frustration. Feeling both desperate and mischievous, I pressed my lips to his neck and began gently licking it.

Just as he had done to me earlier, I left visible kiss marks on his skin, purely out of spite.

“Aah…”

Eventually, I started lightly nibbling on the skin of his neck. Even when I went this far, Belhark stayed still, his lack of reaction filling me with a sense of resentment. Acting on impulse, I bit down harder, sinking my teeth into his neck. A low groan escaped his lips.

Startled, I quickly looked up at him, only to notice his skin had turned red where my teeth had left marks.