Valen met her gaze directly.
Her hand was still held by him.
Argen traced the sharp line of his nose with her eyes, moistening her dry mouth.
“…Do you think I’d keep multiple men?”
“Not impossible.” He answered immediately, his tone calm and clear.
Her expression grew ambiguous.
“I see.” Argen murmured softly, lowering her head.
Valen’s gaze followed the movement of her face, shifting slowly.
When Argen’s eyes no longer held him, a faint ripple began within him.
It felt like a thin, long needle piercing his heart and ribs.
Though not excruciating pain, an irritating discomfort kept rolling around inside his chest.
Had he said too much?
The thought suddenly struck him.
Argen had already stated several times that she had never taken another man besides Valen.
Yet, what was so unreliable, what was so unsettling that Valen constantly demanded confirmation that he was her only one?
He considered mixing with a demon clan the ultimate disgrace, yet forbade Argen from embracing another man.
It was a clumsy and vile contradiction.
Truthfully, their relationship was sustained solely by contract.
Valen was a tool for conception, nothing more, nothing less.
Meddling in her private life was an overreach.
He knew all this, yet the thought of another man lying in Argen’s bed made him furious.
What could he do about it?
“Look at me.” Valen grabbed Argen’s chin and lifted her face.
But Argen stubbornly averted her gaze, then abruptly pushed Valen away.
Her hands didn’t wrap around his neck as usual; they pushed him away, telling him to get lost.
Feeling the faint force against his chest, he felt momentarily dazed.
“We should sleep early tonight.” The voice, completely ignoring Valen, brushed past his chest like a sharp blade.
Valen retreated helplessly before her insignificant strength.
As if falling from a cliff, his heavy body thudded onto the spot beside her.
Argen lay with her back turned to him, hugging the blanket.
Valen stared blankly at the round back of her head.
Sick of me?
She had every right to be.
She risked her life to save him, and all he does is act however he pleases.
Even he knew his personality and way of speaking never earned him a good reputation.
But he felt no need to change.
He didn’t want to either.
Countless people had told Valen to tone down his temper, but he consistently ignored them.
It was only natural that those who fawned over him to curry favour ended up hurt and drifted away.
Valen felt no regret over severed ties, so he remained unaware of the severity of his own nature.
But now.
At this moment, with Argen lying with her back to him.
What he’d never considered a problem suddenly flew at him like an uncontrollable wave of anxiety.
Valen shifted slightly, closing the distance between them.
“…What are you trying to do?” Argen asked cautiously, sensing his movement.
He understood instantly what she meant.
There was only one reason he was in her bedroom.
Yet, for some reason, even that fact felt irritating now, only deepening his unease.
Valen didn’t know how to ease the tight, throbbing desperation in his heart.
No other method came to mind besides forcing things, as he always did.
He wrapped his strong arms around Argen, pulling her close along with the blanket.
“You said it was okay.”
“……”
“You were the one who said it was fine no matter what I did.”
“Mm.
That hasn’t changed.”
Liar.
Then why are you avoiding me?
Why won’t you look at me?
Why didn’t you hold me?
A flood of questions consumed his mind.
As Valen tightened his grip, a shallow moan escaped her lips.
But he had no intention of letting go.
Valen buried his nose in her hair, deeply inhaling her scent.
Staying with the same partner for too long inevitably leads to boredom.
Since Argen was Valen’s first, he didn’t know the sensation of being with another, and damn it, things only got better with each passing day.
But succubi are beings that crave essence.
If someone with a stronger essence than Valen appeared, she could abandon him at any moment.
And taking multiple men would surely be a far more appealing meal and entertainment than just one.
Valen had to admit that his position and Argen’s were different.
Argen must be getting tired of Valen.
His body probably tasted bland, and his unyielding personality would be disgusting.
But you chose me.
“You, just a little… ease up.
I feel like I’m being crushed.”
“So you hate it?
Because I push you around with brute force and only make demands?”
“No, it’s not that I hate it…”
“Then endure it.
I have no intention of changing.” Contrary to his low growl, Valen relaxed his grip.
Instead, he began blatantly kneading the body buried beneath the covers.
His hot hands lifted Argen’s clothes, touching her stomach.
She shuddered and hastily grabbed Valen’s wrist.“…You touching me like this means you want to, right?”
“What do you think?”
Valen pressed his lower body tightly against Argen’s hips and subtly shifted his hips.
She must have felt the half-erect flesh swell up instantly.
Valen bit her earlobe and asked.
“You seem wet too.
Want me to touch you?”
“Ugh…”
Even before he’d properly touched her, Argen’s breathing grew heavier than before.
Proof she was slowly getting aroused.
Just as Valen felt an irresistible urge and tried to pin her beneath him, Argen dodged away like a turtle retreating into its shell.
Again.
Valen froze, half-rising.
“What are you trying to do?”
“Oh, I just want to leave it like this today.”
What kind of nonsense was this?
Just thrust from behind while she was covered in the blanket?
Even if this was a relationship where only semen mattered, this was too much.
In this state, he couldn’t kiss every part of her face, nor could he freely take her soft breasts into his mouth.
“Are you serious?”
Argen nodded immediately.
Faced with her firmness, Valen reluctantly had no choice but to lie back down.
Argen even blocked his subtle attempt to pull back the blanket.
Oblivious to the irritated vein pulsing on Valen’s forehead, she remained stubborn.
The corners of Valen’s mouth twisted dangerously.
“Fine.
If my master desires it, what right does a cum dispenser like me have to refuse?”
“A cum dispenser…?”
“But don’t move a muscle.” He murmured in a sinister tone before slipping under the covers.
He lifted Argen’s skirt, pulled aside her underwear, and thrust his tongue straight into her slit.
When a startled Argen jerked her hips, his large palm pressed firmly against her stomach, pinning her down.
“Huhk!
Ah!
Damn, this is… Ah!”
A terrified voice burst out with a moan.
The more Argen flinched and panicked, the more Valen grabbed her thighs, spread them wide, and buried his face deeper.
He extended his tongue, persistently rubbing around her opening, sucking up every drop of the flowing liquid as if determined not to leave a single drop behind.
If he couldn’t swallow her tears and saliva, he resolved to drink every drop poured out from below.
The more voraciously he worked his lips, the more she writhed, her lower body bucking as if impaled by Valen.
It was a habit ingrained in her body from countless nights together.
It seemed she was instinctively re-enacting how her body had swayed back and forth whenever she felt pleasure.
Regardless, Valen showed no mercy, thrusting his tongue deep inside her opening while simultaneously pushing three fingers in alongside it.
“Ahh!
Stop, I’m going to…”
As Valen flicked his fingers rapidly, stimulating every corner of her inner walls, squelching sounds and his hot breath filled the space beneath the covers.
Argen gasped like someone desperate for air, then began shifting forward, as if trying to escape the rising arousal, avoiding his hand.
But she was gently pulled back again, forced to take his fingers deep inside her with a wet plop.
When he thrust them all the way in at once, as if determined to bury his entire hand, her moans, which had been building to a crescendo, abruptly stopped.
“Ahh…”
Her body convulsed violently as she reached climax.
Her inner walls clenched tightly around his fingers.
Simultaneously, semen oozed from Valen’s penis.
He slowly rubbed her inner walls before withdrawing his hand.
Then, he scooped up the semen dripping down his shaft and shoved it all the way inside Argen’s vaginal opening.