Stigma Effect

Chapter 15 – Dacryphilia

Translator: Skye Editor: thursdays PR: sj_myself

“‘Touch me,’ you say…” Raphlet muttered as he stared at Yuriel. She had fallen asleep in front of him, utterly defenseless.

Her shy request to him before she fell asleep gnawed away at his mind. He didn’t know it could be this difficult to stay rational while staring at her slumbering form on the bed, which tilted slightly with the addition of his weight.

“Did you say if I touch you, monsters won’t scare you?” he asked in a low voice.

But having entered into a deep sleep after taking the sleeping pills, Yuriel did not respond to any of his questions.

Two hours.

For the next two hours, no matter what Raphlet chose to do, Yuriel would remain asleep. Moreover, she had requested that he please touch her during those two hours.

She had essentially revealed her neck to the fangs of a predatory beast.

“I’m the one you should be afraid of, not the monsters.”

Even a monster would be better than Raphlet, who was overwhelmed with a desire to bite and swallow her up every time he saw her.

He wanted to see her crying while pressed under him; he wanted to grab her slender waist, open her up, and penetrate her.

It was a dirty, filthy desire.

He knew that her interior would satisfy him like no other.

His hand, which was large enough to easily strangle her if he wished, moved carefully. Raphlet tentatively undid her buttons as if he thought he might tear her clothes if he didn’t act with care.

“I don’t think this is what you meant when you asked me to touch you,” he muttered, self-mocking in his voice as he finished unbuttoning her shirt.

Round shoulders, soft skin, and an alluring body that seemed like sweet juice would flow out of if he sunk his teeth in.

Raphlet took off the upper undergarment that covered her chest and stared at her body for a long time. When he brushed aside the braided hair that was spread out across her chest, her bosom was completely exposed, from the curve of her breasts to their peaks.

Raphlet placed a hand on her body like he was possessed.

Yuriel let out a small groan when he pressed on her flat stomach. A red imprint remained on her skin, as if he put in a little too much strength.

As soon as he released his hand, Yuriel’s stomach steadily rose up and down with her breathing. The same was true for her chest.

With each inhale, her breasts rose up for a moment before sinking back down.

Leaning over her with a hand on her waist, Raphlet quietly observed her sleeping figure.

“Ungh…”

A low moan escaped from her mouth as if the fingers stroking her stomach tickled her. The sweet sound of her voice prompted him to bend and lower his body.

“Aaaahh, ngh…”

Raphlet clung to Yuriel’s chest, not caring how his position looked–his upper body was bent over dramatically.

Massaging the soft skin of her breast with the palm of his hand and pinching the towering peak with his fingers, the skin glowed red from his ministrations.

But its twin was in a more serious situation. After being sucked on heavily by his mouth, the nub glistened with his saliva.

He fondled her breasts to his heart’s content, gathering them in his hands, pinching them with his fingers, and grazing them with his teeth.

A sense of satisfaction that he had never experienced until now settled in his stomach. He drank in her body like a man possessed, ignoring his twitching member.

Her breasts, stomach, and beautiful curves. He liked everything about her too much.

He lifted one of her legs and fought back a groan.

“Damn it.”

He could see her soaked underwear. Her body had reacted to his suckling.

Trembling with excitement, he stroked her underwear, which was no bigger than his hand. Placing her leg back down, he stripped her of the obtrusive fabric in one swift movement.

“Shit…” he cursed as he rolled her skirt up to her waist before lowering his head.

As soon as he placed her slender thighs over his shoulder, the apex of her thighs was revealed. The movement caused her most private place to open up slightly, which he placed his lips on.

“Haaa…”

When he swiped his tongue over her moist folds and pressed on her protruding nub, a sweet moan spilled from her lips.

Holding her trembling thigh with one hand and keeping it secure on his shoulder, Raphlet began to move his tongue impatiently. Every time he pressed down and brushed against her sensitive bud, more juices dripped from her lower entrance.

Giving the nub another lick, he then used his teeth to nibble on it gently, careful not to make it painful.

“Aahhh–!”

Though she was still fast asleep, her entrance, as well as her thighs, trembled violently while still pressed against his tongue.

She had climaxed.

He lowered her legs back onto the mattress and wiped them with a towel. Though the sheets had been spared, the skirt she was laying on had gotten a little soiled from her release.

He lifted her lower body slightly and laid a towel underneath.

When she had reached her peak just a few moments ago, he had pushed a finger into her parted lips and pressed on her tongue. Pulling it out now, he found it completely coated with her saliva.

After rubbing her lips with the thumb on his other hand, he took the wet finger he had taken out from her mouth and placed them over her lower entrance.

“Aaah, ngh…”

“I’ll touch you as you requested.”

He parted her folds with his fingers and then gently inserted one, letting out a sigh of content.

The inner walls squeezing his finger were hot. Though he had only inserted his middle finger, her walls quivered and clenched around it so tightly.

When he pressed down on her sensitive bud with his other hand, they tightened around his finger even more, releasing it for a moment before tightening over and over again.

Raphlet’s attention was concentrated on her entrance, where the tightening and loosening motions were repeated whenever the stimulus on her bud was applied.

When he slowly pulled out his finger and tried inserting another finger with it, it elicited a groan from Yuriel’s mouth.

At the sound that seemed to signal pain, Raphlet lowered his head and sucked on her breast again. With double the stimulation, her tense entrance loosened automatically.

Confirming that her body had relaxed, he rubbed her inner walls with his fingers, stretching her out a little before calmly pulling out.

“Ahhh, hngh…ngh!”

As he began pumping his fingers, it evoked louder noises from Yuriel. Sloshing sounds from his fingers moving against her slick folds filled the room. The noise of wet flesh slapping as they met sounded overly salacious.

When he raised his head from her chest, he saw tears spilling from the corner of her eyes.

He found the sight of her slightly scrunched eyelids and nose to be beautiful.

When he saw her back arch, he pressed her back down with one hand, and moved the other hand with his fingers inside her even faster.

“Aah, ahhhh–!”

As her body was held down by Raphlet’s palm and unable to move, it was pathetically stretched out on the bed. Her legs became tense, and her toes stretched out as she rode the waves of ecstasy while letting out suppressed moans.

“Hnghh.”

The muscles of her inner walls convulsed, clamping down on Raphlet’s fingers. Feeling her tremors, Raphlet paused his fingers and observed her attentively.

He slowly pulled his fingers out once her inner walls stopped twitching, confirming that she had calmed down.

His entire hand and wrist were completely drenched in her fluids.

Raphlet climbed on top of her and took out his stiff and neglected member. Gripping himself with the hand that was wet with her juices, he began pumping himself roughly as he stared down at her face, which was still flushed from her climax.

Not long after, he reached his own high and spilled his release over her stomach.

Yuriel awoke from her dream feeling refreshed.

A monster had definitely appeared in her dream, yet she hadn’t felt afraid at all.

“Raphlet, I think it really was effective! I’m not scared at all.”

“…That’s a relief.”

“As expected, nothing can scare me when you touch me. I liked it, but it was probably bothersome for you, right?” she said, starting off lively and bright before dampening.

She glanced warily at Raphlet, twitching her lips, before adding in a listless voice, “I’ll do my best to hurry and get adjusted so that I won’t get scared even without your touch, so please help me just until then.”

“It’s not a bother.”

“Really?”

“It’s not a difficult task either, so you don’t have to be so sorry.”

Hearing his answer, a broad smile settled over her features and she made to get up, moving her legs to the edge of the bed.

But her face grew red when she felt something wet between her legs and stuttered, “R-Raphlet, um. I’m sorry, but could you go out, first? I’ll be o-out in a second, just need to straighten my clothes.”

Did my menstruation cycle start? It’ll be troublesome if it leaked and stained Raphlet’s sheets.

Raphlet nodded quietly after scanning her face for a moment. He didn’t press her with any questions and left the tent wordlessly. Yuriel watched the figure of his leaving back, waiting until he completely left before jumping out of the bed.

“Huh?”

It wasn’t blood. Her underwear was damp with the wetness that came as a result of excitement.

“I m-must be crazy…”

Yuriel held her cheeks and released a long groan.

“Why am I like this all of a sudden, in the middle of a monster subjugation no less?”

Patting her hot, reddening cheeks, she quickly changed into a new set of underwear and exited the tent.

Raphlet was waiting for her right outside the tent with his arms crossed. Bumping into his wide back as soon as she came out, she looked up at him and gave him a sheepish smile.

T/N: Dacryphilia – aroused by tears or sobbing