Chapter 181: Venting and Intimacy

The leash pulled tight, jerking me forward before I could react. Evelina’s weight pressed against me, hips locking mine in place. Her skirt rode up my thighs, the thin lace teasing my cock with every deliberate grind.

“Finally,” she murmured, tugging at the collar again, “I get you all to myself.”

Her hand dove under her skirt, fingers dragging over her already wet folds, teasing me mercilessly.

“Ah~ ngh~,” she murmured, her voice low and teasing.

The heat of her skin through my clothes was sharp, intimate, and commanding all at once. I shivered, arching toward her without realizing it.

She smirked, noting every movement. Her thigh pressed firmly between mine, grinding slowly, pressing me down as her hand traced along her own folds, teasing herself while still holding the leash taut.

“You’ve been very obedient today,” she whispered, her lips close to my ear. “So I’ll let you rest for now, while I handle everything myself…”

That was a lie. Me? Resting while she does something like that above me? She’s obviously just toying with me.

Maybe this was the climax and completion of her obedience training?

Her fingers slipped lower, curling inside her panties with practiced ease. The movement was slow, precise, and teasing, making it impossible to look anywhere but her. My hands hovered, wanting to help, but every tug of the leash reminded me that I wasn’t in control.

She leaned closer, pressing her chest to mine, letting her weight rest fully against me while grinding deliberately. Her hand moved with careful pressure, fingering herself over the thin lace as she studied my reactions, smirking at every shiver, every gasp I couldn’t hide.

“You like this, don’t you~? ngh~” she murmured, tugging the leash again and guiding me closer.

“…Yes,” I breathed, caught between anticipation and surrender. “But—”

Her grin widened.

“No buts~ ngh~. This is what you get for straying from my plan and getting stronger~ oh~. I hate being overshadowed, remember~?”

Her skirt rode up further, exposing more skin, while her hand continued its slow, teasing motions. Every tug of the leash, every shift of her weight, every brush of her fingers built tension higher, faster. I was pinned, trapped, completely under her control—and loving every second.

Her lips grazed my neck, brushing against my ear as she whispered, “That’s right… feel everything I want you to feel.”

Evelina laughed, surprised by how dominant she was being. Unlike before, she had no intention of letting me take control halfway through.

Her time in the Cold Iron District had left her frustrated and on edge. Right now, she needed to be the one in control.

And just like that, the rhythm of dominance and tease intensified, every movement deliberate, every shift calculated.

The leash tugged again, sharper this time, pulling me flush against her. Evelina pressed her body fully to mine, and I could feel every deliberate curve, every subtle shiver she let slip.

Her hands moved again, one still gripping the leash, the other slipping beneath the waistband of her skirt. In one fluid motion, she slid it off and tossed it onto the roof tiles, rolling her hips as she moved and leaving her panties exposed, thin lace clinging in a teasing line.

Every movement was unhurried, controlled, and perfectly calculated to keep me on edge.

Her fingers slipped inside her again, slick and hot, dragging me insane as I flinched, desperate to touch her, but trapped under her grip.

“Do you like watching~ ngh~, oh~?” she murmured, tugging the leash to bring my face closer to her. Her red eyes glimmered with amusement and something sharper—predatory, playful, and possessive all at once.

“Y-Yeah… I never thought seeing you like this would be so hot…” I whispered, shivering.

“Well, you’re a masochist after all~ ngh~.” Evelina chuckled.

Her other hand traced over my chest, then down to my hips, grinding her weight against me, teasing and testing how much pressure I could take while still pinned. Her fingers spread the dampness she’d produced, sliding slowly and deliberately.

“This is better~ oh~…” she breathed, leaning down so our lips met briefly before pulling back, letting her hair cascade over us like a shadowed curtain.

[Sense Impairment]

She strengthened her spell, making sure she cloaked us completely. To anyone outside, it would look like nothing but empty air.

“That’s right… take it in~ ngh~. Everything~”

She rolled slightly onto her side, lifting one leg over mine, letting her weight pivot just enough that I could feel the full curve of her body against mine. Her fingers kept teasing herself, now with more insistence, wetness glistening just enough to make it impossible to look away.

“Do you have any idea how annoying pretentious crime bosses can be~? oh~” she whispered again, tugging the leash sharply, making me arch instinctively.

“I swear, every single one of them’s way too overconfident.”

Hearing her complain while she worked herself sent a jolt straight through me. The contrast between her irritation and the way she moved…

Fuck, it was exactly her, and it made every nerve in me spike.

Does this count as gap moe? Probably not. But I didn’t care.

I exhaled, chest tight, every muscle coiling, completely trapped under her weight. Every tug of the leash, every glide of her fingers, every roll of her hips pressed me deeper into the edge, keeping me pinned and aching.

And all I could do was wish I could touch her, just a little, even an inch.

Of course, she noticed. That sharp, knowing grin appeared.

“Bad Cael~ mm~. No touching unless I say so, hm~?”

She sank her teeth into my lip, a playful punishment, while her fingers continued their slow, deliberate tease. I could only shiver beneath her, utterly at her mercy.

“Like… I mean, seriously~ ngh~, oh~. Why can’t everyone be as obedient and interesting as you~?”

I had no idea what she’d gone through during her time in the district, but from her complaints, I could piece together a rough picture.

Her reputation clearly didn’t matter when she was dealing with idiotic wannabe gangsters who thought even a duke’s power couldn’t touch them. So, obviously, Evelina had to beat and blackmail the hell out of them.

No wonder she’s so pent up.

But of course… I’m happy to help her let it all out.

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