Stigma Effect

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Yuriel, who was taking off Raphlet's robe, stopped moving.

It was difficult to guess what Baraha was thinking. Yuriel thinks he was a living corpse. It was only natural that he didn't want anything, and he said he didn't like it when asked to do this and that.

Such a person was so angry today that he poured out swear words. She doesn't understand why he was so agitated about having her blood drawn, but Baraha obviously stepped forward to protect Yuriel.

Even if she agrees with Raphlet's question, it seems that their relationship was good enough.

She wasn't as happy as when Raphlet saved her a long time ago, but it was good that she still has someone who cares about her.

Yuriel smiled softly as she put on Raphlet's robe.

"Is that so? Still, I think he cares about me as a friend. Even when he was at Mogris, he sometimes helped with work and then disappeared, so maybe that was his own way of expressing his closeness ....”

As she recalled the events from a long time ago, her emotion-soaked face was relaxed. Raphlet thought as he heard Yuriel's voice smiling as she talked about moments he didn't know.

'If I had been monitoring her so that she wouldn't meet other people while I was away....'

An indescribable desire swelled in his stomach.

It was a low desire to keep people from meeting her and watch her wait for him.

When dealing with Yuriel, it was a problem because he always had such immoral feelings. Even if he did, Raphlet knew he would not be satisfied with the situation.

His desire knew no end. If Yuriel was imprisoned, he would inevitably want more intense stimulation.

Taking a short deep breath, Raphlet calmly hid his desires, as always.

But his desire, which he thought had been completely hidden, leaked out a little bit. Raphlet's hand, which grabbed Yuriel's wrist, gained strength.

He had no intention of imprisoning Yuriel, who was active and liked people. Raphlet has now learned how to suppress that desire.

After mixing their bodies enough, this tedious possessiveness should subside a bit.

In their relationships, Yuriel has always been cooperative. Ever since they started sleeping together, he has never been afraid of being rejected.

Raphlet comfortably revealed his lust.

“… Lord Raphlet?”

Yuriel, who felt the power tightening on her wrists, looked carefully at his face.

Raphlet was holding Yuriel's wrist with an expressionless expression that made it difficult for her to understand his thoughts. Her clenched hand was slightly hurting.

Raphlet relaxed his hand and gently rubbed the tender flesh on the inside of her wrist.

Yuriel, who was staring blankly at the fingers rubbing her soft flesh, suddenly came to her senses. The fingers that pressed her arm tight glided toward her elbow and then her back.

Her back twitched at the tickling stimulation.

Raphlet wanted her.

As soon as she realized this, Yuriel immediately put her arms around his neck. Raphlet's robe fell to the floor, but no one could scold Yuriel's careless act.

Raphlet would not be angry even if Yuriel trampled his robe with her dirt-dusted feet.

Tossing his clothes aside, Yuriel playfully bit Raphlet's lips as she bowed her head toward him. It was good to bite Raphlet's lips, but she prefered to swallow his lips herself.

It was impossible to move freely once their act began in earnest, so even during foreplay she wanted to touch Raphlet according to her thoughts.

Their frequent kisses made her movements skillful, stimulating Raphlet's lips. Yuriel was a good student who learned anything quickly and developed her own methods on her own.

Yuriel looked straight at Raphlet's face without closing her eyes. Raphlet would slightly narrow his forehead and blink his eyes slowly when he feels pleasure.

It was a face seldom seen during kissing, but Raphlet showed such a face every now and then when she moved herself well.

“Ummm….”

That was the expression Yuriel was trying to bring out now. The face where Raphlet felt it was always something she was happy to see, and if the person who created the expression was her, the joy was indescribable. Looking into his face, she pushed her tongue in, and Raphlet didn't hesitate to open his lips.

There was little joy in her gaze looking down as if he wanted to do what she wanted.

Yuriel twisted her head and let out a shallow breath. Their hot breaths mixed in. Even as their straight noses met and moved away from each other, Raphlet did not take his eyes off Yuriel's eyes.

It was the same with Yuriel. She moved with satisfaction as she looked at the eyes that glowed like golden flashes.

She intertwined and untangled her tongue and gently rubbed the sensitive inner flesh. Raphlet's body, who was bending over and matching Yuriel's height, trembled.

Yuriel, who was covering the nape of his neck with both hands, blinked her eyes without missing a glimpse of his slight twitch. Raphlet stopped his breath and narrowed his brow as she dug into his inner thigh, rubbing the area he felt irritated.

Continuing the kiss, Yuriel raised her leg. Raphlet completely wrinkled his brow as she dug between his legs and pressed on his center.

The manhood under the pants slowly erected. Unable to come out, it was voluminous enough to assert itself taut under his pants. Yuriel smiled as she pressed Raphlet's left thigh with her leg.

Raphlet groaned low with a wrinkled brow as she gently bent her eyes while pressing the part that revealed his bulkiness. After groaning for a moment, he grabbed Yuriel's waist with both hands.

Raphlet's eyes quickly scanned the surroundings. Eyes gleaming like a wild beast searched the room. Raphlet's gaze stopped at the desk, as he was alternately looking at the far-off bed and the nearby desk.

He took Yuriel and went to the desk a few steps away. As Raphlet was walking, Yuriel was promiscuously intertwining her tongue.

Raphlet arrived at the desk and put Yuriel down on the desk. There was still a difference because of the height difference, but the view was somewhat good.

Even if he didn't bend his body, when their gaze met, Yuriel loosened her hand that was wrapped around his neck. The palm of the hand that brushed the hard neck full of heat passed through Raflet’s chin and touched his cheek.

Yuriel clutched his cheeks, intertwined his tongue for a moment more, then parted his lips.

Raphlet's cheeks were nicely blushed. It was the same with Yuriel.

Yuriel smiled softly, touching her lips lightly to the bridge of his nose and around his eyes. The moment when the green eyes, which were always wet with water, disappeared and reappeared, it was vividly etched into Raplet's eyes.

Seeing Yuriel smiling silently, Raphlet's hand moved hastily.

Raphlet, who pulled her thin pajamas aside at once, came close to her body. Yuriel, who had her chest pushed on his shoulder as he leaned forward, lost her balance and fell backwards.

"Ack."

Just before going over completely, Yuriel reached back and managed to balance.

Her pounding heart pounded harder with a deep kiss. Raphlet moved his hand before Yuriel, who blinked blankly in shock as she lost her balance, and could not stand up properly.

With one arm wrapped around her waist, he lifted Yuriel's body slightly upward, and put his hand down. Her hips lifted slightly, and the underwear under her pajamas was pulled down to her thighs with a single gesture of his.

"Ah… !”

“Yuriel, relax your legs.”

“Yes, I am sorry. I'm a little surprised....”

"It's okay."

Yuriel, who had instinctively gathered her legs, released the strength right away at Raphlet's command. As he lifted one of her legs to make it easier to take off her underwear, Raphlet whispered, pressing his lips to her forehead as if she had done well.

His fingers, moving past her thighs, moving closer to the exposed entrance, suddenly stopped moving.

Raphlet raised his hand and stroked Yuriel's head.

Yuriel, who was anticipating the pleasure to come, muttered blankly.

“Lord Raphlet, why are you stopping?”

The place where the fingers digging into her hair stopped was where Yuriel had been beaten. Raphlet, who touched the wound still with a gauze, asked with a heavy sigh.

“It still hurts doesn’t it?”

“Ah, this. It doesn't hurt much anymore."

“Even if it doesn’t hurt…. It would be bad if you move a lot.”

“Um, I don’t move much, so wouldn’t it be okay? The person who moves a lot is Lord Raphlet.”

Yuriel waved her legs and answered.

Raphlet was more excited, but Yuriel, too, was scorching hot from the heat rising from below.

She even took off her underwear, but it was obvious that if they stopped here, she would not be able to sleep properly all night and toss and turn to cool off her body full of heat.

Yuriel, who had been fiddling with the ends of her pajamas rolled up over her thighs, stopped worrying. The moment Raphlet grabbed her calf as if to put her underwear back on, she lost her reason for a moment.

Yuriel pulled up her pajamas even higher and said.

“I’ll stay still, okay?”

Seeing Yuriel whispering with her legs wide open, Raphlet bit his lip hard.

The underwear hanging from her slender calf fell down.