Chapter 58

She finally understood why Espers and Guides were so obsessed with guiding. This felt just as intense and consuming as imprinting. Without fully knowing her own feelings, Bianca squeezed her eyes shut as her entrance twitched.

“Ah, Bianca.”

He groaned her name as he pulled away. Before she could react, thick, white fluid splattered across her face.

Startled, Dexter quickly reached out and wiped it away.

“I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

The musky scent filled the air, making her body flush with heat. The pheromones were even thicker now, dulling her senses. However, his member still stood firm, twitching hungrily. His penis twitched ferociously, standing proudly before her.

Bianca’s eyes slowly drifted upward to meet his gaze.

“Don’t worry. I’m not going to put it inside.”

Bianca slowly sat up, pressing her legs together. She expected him to do what he usually did, slide himself between her thighs and thrust. But instead, he lay back in the bathtub and pulled her down, positioning her to lean over him. Water droplets rolled down her skin, soaking her all over again.

As she propped herself up slightly, his hands came up to seize her breasts.

“Hngnh!”

His member slipped between her breasts as he pushed them together. While the sudden move startled her, the surprise quickly melted away as he began moving her breasts up and down with his hands.

“Ahhn!”

The friction of her soft skin against him sent jolts of heat through her, and his length kept bobbing up between her breasts before sinking back down.

“This… feels—nngh!”

Bianca reached out and gripped the edge of the tub. His thighs locked around her waist, holding her in place and preventing her from getting up.

Her breasts, pinned against his penis, moved in slow, deliberate motions as he guided her.

Dexter pressed her breasts together, slipping himself between them as he began to thrust, the wet, sticky sounds filling the room. The tip of his length kept brushing against her lips, over and over. It had to be the pheromones clouding her mind, making her feel so strange.

“…Damn it.”

A low curse slipped from his lips as he squeezed his eyes shut, his body shuddering with a deep groan.

The sound only seemed to spur him on, and his hips snapped forward, thrusting faster. Her breasts bounced helplessly as he moved, his member sliding in and out rapidly between them like a piston. Each movement was intense, his breath heavy as if he was trying to imprint her, to make her his.

Bianca’s gaze dropped to the sight of his penis sliding between her breasts.

The wetness made every movement more intense, the slick friction sending sharp jolts through her body. Each thrust sent water splashing against her chest and his length, droplets scattering. But despite the heat, a sense of humiliation crept over her, making her feel like she was just a toy for his pleasure.

“Hngh, this… it feels, aahhh!”

Bianca tried to pull back, cheeks burning with embarrassment, but he held her in place.

“Bianca, if you keep your mouth open like that, you might end up swallowing something you don’t want to.”

His large hands continued moving her breasts, warmth spreading through her chest. His thumbs traced over her sensitive nipples, sending shivers down her spine.

“Hngh, uhh!”

Water splashed against her face with every movement, droplets spraying across her skin. Each time he guided her wet body, a tingling sensation spread between her thighs, and every heavy breath he took seemed to make the air in the bathroom hotter, heavier.

His muscles tensed and flexed with each shuddering breath, the definition in his body becoming even more pronounced. Water splashed and trickled down, pooling between them before dripping away.

The sight alone made Bianca’s mouth go dry.

She swallowed hard, her eyes locked on the way his length moved between her breasts. Every time her chest bounced, a shiver shot down her spine. The throbbing pleasure coursed through her body, and she felt herself growing wetter by the second.

His crimson eyes, gazing down at her, were unusually gentle. His lips, parted as he breathed heavily, seemed impossibly red. They looked dangerously tempting—like a ripe pomegranate ready to burst with sweet nectar if she bit down, making her want to suck on them.

The steamy bathroom was heavy with his scent, making her feel lightheaded and dazed. She couldn’t shake the overwhelming, growing desire to make him imprint her.

What if he didn’t see her as just a Guide? Would that make it okay?

Those absurd thoughts kept circling in her mind. As the pleasure reached its peak, Bianca’s hand, gripping the edge of the tub, began to shake uncontrollably.

“Haa. Bianca.”

“Mm—haahng!”

“Ugh.”

A thick spurt of white fluid splashed onto her chest and face. Only then did he let go of her breasts and reach out to wipe the fluid from her face.