I Am The Villainess Who Will Tame Every Yandere Heroine!-Chapter 37: Corruption (NSFW)

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"W-Wha?!" Clara practically short-circuited, her brain scrambling for a response.

She was trembling, not out of fear, but from the unfamiliarity of it all. It was nothing like what she had imagined love would be. It felt impure, unrefined—yet somehow, irresistibly nice.

Serafine, the menace that she was, simply smirked and leaned in for another slow, deliberate kiss along Clara's neck. "Mmm, doesn't this feel good?"

"I-It tickles..." the girl barely managed to whisper, her breath hitching as her fingers instinctively clung to Serafine's arm, desperate for something to ground her.

It was warm, intimate, like a perfectly placed bandage on a wound she didn't even realize she had. It was dangerous, addicting. Everything she never knew she wanted.

"You've never experienced anything like this, don't you?"

"No, never..."

"But are you curious?"

A gulp could be heard. There was a clear and transparent redness on her cheeks. After spending so much time with whores, something that Serafine would never admit, is that there were usual signs of a woman's arousal: their pupils dilate, their breast become fuller, breathing goes labored, and the nipples stick out as it hardens.

All of those signs were on the checklist and it was such a torture for the woman herself. She did not deserve such a thing, but the sight was incredibly erotic that knowing someone as innocent as this girl was experiencing sexual desires and didn't know what to do with it.

Her pussy was incredibly wet underneath her ugly outfit that she gripped her leg to control herself as she became dizzy.

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In her head, she could imagine raising pumping her fingers inside the girl just to see them squirm. 'God, what I am thinking...' she shook her head, but the heat was unbearable. Can't she have some fun with this girl?

"You don't have to be shy," Their faces were merely inches apart, both parties clearly trying to find their bearings. One was inexperienced, one was simply waiting to get all that. "You could start by yourself..."

"Myself?"

"Touching yourself."

"What?!" Clara tried to stand up, but was pushed against the ground.

"God, don't scare me like that. It's normal. I'll teach you, if you allow me to."

Not that permission ever mattered to her, but in this case, there was some taming to do and a brat wasn't in her preference. She's had her fair share of uncontrollable people, especially one that ruined the fun and never allowed her to get her way. Her body was aching and demanded what it wanted.

"Okay..."

As soon as she was given a headsup, her eyes shot open and dipped her fingers through the undergarments by slipping underneath. She halted.

'It's so wet...' There was basically a waterfall down there. It was so slippery that her mind couldn't pinpoint where the spots were and sliding through was just so easy. Clara muffled her moan by biting her lip, thighs open wide and now their under area was in full view. The only barrier left was the underwear and it didn't take a second for it to be gone, simply thrown into the ground.

Serafine felt impatient, but she had to endure this. "If you're scared to go inside, you can start by rubbing." The tip of fingers first poked, then added more pressure, causing Clara to almost moan until she bit down on her lip to muffle it. Of course, Serafine was disappointed because it'd have been like the heaven ringing a bell if she had heard it.

"You don't have to be lower it down, just feel it."

She tried to be gentle in the beginning, simply sliding through from two angles like rubbing against a wooden stick. Liquid was dripping down, their almost bare cunt twitching from the burning horniness. They didn't even need any preparation for what was to come anymore from all the accumulated natural essence that Serafine finally took a step back.

"Try repeating what I did," she said, licking off the fluids that covered her fingers like it was a sweet nectar, even though truly, it tasted like nothing. Clara's heart was beating fast. She didn't know what she just saw.

"I-I'll try..." Gulping, Clara slender fingers delved between her slick folds, stroking and teasing her most intimate flesh with a desperate, almost frantic hunger.

She plunged two fingers deep into her dripping sex, curling them just so, rubbing against that secret spot that made her softly moan. Her breath came in ragged, needy gasps as she touched herself infront of Seraphine, which only added more to her wetness because of the fact that she was being watched.

'This girl is enjoying herself while being watched...'

Leaning back against the tree, she hiked up her skirt and spread her thighs wide, giving herself over completely to the all-consuming need. Her free hand crept beneath her sweater to palm the aching swell of her breasts, pinching and rolling the stiff peaks of her nipples as jolts of electricity shot straight to her core.

She couldn't believe what she was doing to herself, but it just came so naturally to her.

The slick glide of her fingers pumping in and out of her clenching heat, the needy mewls and whimpers spilling from her kiss-swollen lips, the rhythmic slap of the against the wall as she chased her rapidly building climax with single-minded focus.

'Goddamn it,' Serafine was groaning on the inside.

No longer able to resist the intoxicating scent of Clara's arousal, she dove between the girl's thighs, burying her face in the dripping folds of her sex.

She licked a broad stripe from the girl's entrance up to her throbbing clit, relishing the ambrosial taste of her essence. "Mmm, you're positively dripping, my dear," With that, she sealed her lips around Clara's pearl, suckling hard as she plunged two fingers deep into her lover's molten core.

She could feel the girl's walls fluttering, gripping her digits like a velvet vise as her climax rapidly approached. Serafine redoubled her efforts, fucking Clara relentlessly as she flicked her tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves, pushing her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.

With a final, brutal suck and a twist of her wrist, Serafine sent Clara hurtling into oblivion, the girl's sex clamping down on her fingers as wave after wave of rapture crashed over her, drenching Serafine's hand with her sweet, fragrant juices.