After I Stopped Sponsoring, the Female Leads Began Obsessing Over Me

303 – Side Story: Lina’s Wish (3) [Read Caution]

* There are situational and psychological descriptions of 〈 suffocation 〉, 〈 sadism 〉, 〈 masochism 〉, etc.

There are many different ways in which humans feel pleasure.

Sadism and masochism.

A taste that is not easily understood.

Of course, I could understand that, but…

‘Doing it with my own hands is a different story.’

Ian quietly looked down at Lina.

Lina is blinking her bright eyes like a puppy wanting a snack.

Of course, if Lina is a real puppy, she can make do with treats. No, even if it’s just Elena, she can solve it with just a snowflake tomato.

But Lina is not a puppy or Elena.

‘Phew.’

This is why people should be careful with their mouths.

I regretted comforting Lina by saying I would do anything for her and prepared to take responsibility again.

“But I can’t just scold you.”

“What should I do to punish you?”

“Try something naughty.”

“Eh~ That’s shameful!”

Lina, who is always smiling, is rarely seen pouting her lips. Nevertheless, her her her her her Ian her her her spoke firmly.

“You have to do something bad to scold me. There’s no way I can scold you for no reason.”

“I can just scold them! Why doesn’t it work?”

“That’s right, Lina, you are precious and grateful to me.”

“…Ugh.”

Lina pauses for a moment as if trying to understand Ian’s words.

Her face turned bright red.

“… It’s a foul, something like that.”

“…?”

“It’s no use making such a dismissive face, Ian. You’re not Casanova, so why are you so skilled?”

Ian felt unfair.

I am Casanova. I just said what I wanted to say. Still, it was a ridiculous situation to make any excuses for, so I just looked at Rina quietly.

The gazes of the two people become intertwined.

“”…””

We look at each other like that.

This kind of silence is difficult to break.

When it was time to say something important, it was Rina’s mouth that opened her first.

“Sloppy.”

“Huh?”

Did I hear wrong? Lina spoke clearly to Ian, who was doubting his own hearing of her.

“Huh. That’s you, Ian.”

Why all of a sudden?

Ian looked blankly at Lina’s face.

The corners of Lina’s eyes were curved like her crescent moon.

“Even though he’s become so strong, he can’t scold a girl who’s even weaker than him.”

“That’s…”

“What excuse can I make? I’m too timid? Is that what you mean when you say that? Eh… I’m completely disappointed?”

“…”

I was speechless.

Rina, who has always been kind and gentle, suddenly feels like a bad girl?

It was infinitely provocative.

“Hehe. Are you going to keep your mouth shut even though I’ve come this far?”

Lina’s provocation made something of her instincts that were sleeping deep within Ian flinch.

But that’s it.

Ian’s expression was still grave.

Ian was quite immune to provocation.

“You still don’t want to scold me like this, do you?”

“Okay. I’m sorry.”

“Fool.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Stupid.”

“… Are you serious about that?”

“If you’re serious, what are you going to do?”

“…?”

“Even if I really make fun of you, Ian, what can you do? You’re so timid that you can’t do anything.”

“…”

“A pretty girl like me invites me to her her room her her alone her and we sit close to her on the bed, but I’m such a brat that I can’t do anything. Idiot. Idiot .”

Ian had nothing to say.

“Beeh.”

Lina stuck out her tongue and quickly got up from her seat.

Luckily, I didn’t mean to leave her.

She looked through her shelves and took out one of her books.

「How to educate your master」

The title is the title, but the cover was unusual.

A woman wearing a collar on her dog and wrapping the leash around her owner.

Chola Rock.

Lina opened one of the pages and sat down again next to Ian.

Then she hesitated a few times and put it on with difficulty.

“Now… Let’s go.”

“…?”

“I learned a lot of these words. Only because of you, Ian.”

Should I say thank you?

Ian thought about the answer.

“You don’t mind me using these words?”

“No… That…”

“Is Ian by any chance a eunuch? Does he not have a cock? Or can’t he get an erection?”

Ian flinched at her for a moment.

Deep in my heart.

Because some dark instinct stirred.

Was that revealed in the expression?

Lina’s eyes suddenly brightened.

“Heh? “You react to things like this?”

“I didn’t react-“

“What should I do?

“What? Listen to me, Rina-“

“Can’t you hear? “What are the words of an eunuch worse than a five-year-old girl?”

Go…Goja.

Ian, shocked for various reasons, froze.

Without missing the gap, Lina put her index fingers and thumbs together very thinly and looked at Ian through them.

“You know, Ian. I realized. Maybe Ian’s flimsy dick is smaller than this.”

“Those fingers are dangerous, Lina.”

“What? Or is Ian a lolicon?”

“What is that -“

“I heard you fucked Danya so hard because you liked it?”

“Danya is clearly an adult… Anyway, when did you say something like that -“

“Oh, that’s right. I said I did it with my teacher too. Then it’s not lolicon. Do you have a taste for married women? But it would have been difficult to satisfy a married woman with such a shabby dick.”

Lina’s attacks poured out without stopping.

‘I can’t come to my senses.’

The opposite s*x falls into a groggy state. This means that the instincts hidden deep inside are gradually starting to take over. We need to educate the child who is spewing out those bad words. The devil’s voice in my head started to get louder.

Whether she knew it or not, Lina’s attacks continued.

“Ian is a pervert. He’s a sloppy dick that doesn’t even stand up unless he’s full of stimulation like Lori or a married woman. He’s a complete slouch who can’t even stand up because he’s scared of a popular woman like me&︎ “

“…”

“Ahaha! Look how you can’t refute anything. You’re such a b*stard that you can’t even leave behind proper genes&︎.”

Ian stops to fight his instincts

Into his ear her her her, Lina struck the final blow.

“Male. Self. Real. Real. &︎”

Delongderong.

The strings of Ian’s reason that were barely hanging on are suddenly snapped.

Lina quickly captured the gap without missing it.

“Hey Ian.”

“Huh?”

“Are you angry?”

“A little.”

“Then try this.”

Lina and Ian stand up.

Lina squeezed Ian’s hand.

Then I put it on my thin neck.

I can feel the warmth of the flesh and the rustling of the black handkerchief at the same time.

Lina faintly and placed her hand on the back of Ian’s hand.

“Now, like this.”

Then she slowly closes her hands.

Along with Ian’s hand that was lying underneath it.

“You strengthen your hands and scold me for saying mean things.”

Ian felt it.

Beyond the white and pretty neck.

I can feel the passage through which a person’s breath passes.

I can feel the saliva gulping from the pressure.

The more you tighten, the more you feel your muscles trembling in pain.

Prayer.

A small pipe less than 1.5 cm in diameter determines a person’s life.

‘If you grab this place…’

People cannot live.

In fact, the person in question speaks with a smile.

“If I tighten it just that much, I can still say this much? Isn’t the strength too weak? My pores aren’t satisfied with this much?”

“…”

“I’m so scared that I can’t even use my strength&︎”

Clearly, even under a little pressure, Lina’s voice became more provocative. She was a bit out of breath, which made her look even more s*xy.

Yes.

Ian had no choice but to admit it.

I was so divided.

This is the situation right now where Lina is holding on for dear life.

It is difficult to define her sadistic excitement.

However.

I wanted to press it.

A little more.

Just enough so that Lina doesn’t break completely.

Her black handkerchief which she always wore with great care, was thrown away just because it was a nuisance.

— Kuuk

Her her fingers her her her her dig into the flesh her her her.

Red blood is pouring onto the pure white nape of my neck.

Ian gazed closely at the beautiful nape of her neck.

Gulung, Gulung.

Do you want to live in a subject that has been so provocative in words?

The air that would have passed smoothly originally became difficult.

Only when you swallow with all your might does it pass by with a lump in your throat.

Looking at things like this, the body is more honest than the words.

For some reason, Lina’s legs are entangled as if they are hanging.

Below her, there was already a lot of wet, hot liquid.

“Off… Hehe.”

Very thin, full of labored breathing.

Ian listened to Lina’s breathing her

So that it doesn’t break in any case.

Still, her her eyes her her her turn to her her neck her her her.

I thought it might be okay to press a little more.

“Off… Black…”

I like this rumbling.

I like the scream that my lungs emit to survive.

Why is this good?

Have I become a pervert too?

If so, it’s all Lina’s fault.

Because she didn’t before falling for her provocation.

So, we should punish them even more.

“This…This…”

How many minutes have passed?

Ian suddenly checked his watch.

At night, 11:53.

It’s been 15 minutes since I grabbed Lina’s neck

“Ian…”

A sound of breathing that seemed to break was heard.

Ian’s vision, which had been narrowed by excitement, returns.

A meditative Lina clings to Ian’s arm.

Both of her hands were grasping Ian’s thick arms as if she was trying to force him away.

Ian quietly looked at Lina’s face

Pale skin.

Eyes out of focus.

— Grumbling

The nosebleed that flowed from her nose and dripped onto Ian’s wrist her.

“Ah.”

I suddenly come to my senses.

Ian hurriedly removed Lina’s hand her from her her neck her her her her.

Shake it up!

Lina almost collapses on her floor.

“Haaah. Haaah… Hieeeeek.”

Her whole body shaking to catch the air.

Lina gasped as if she was out of breath.

“Hogoook…”

With that shallow breathing sound, I started breathing again.

Drop, drop.

Saliva flowing from her mouth

Ian squatted down in front of her.

“Lina.”

“Yes…”

Lina looks up at Ian with half-opened eyes.

Perhaps. Like this.

Could there be a fragile creature?

Ian realized.

Let’s take ‘thrill’ as an example.

We feel the emotion of thrill because we have the fear of death.

Dopamine bursts out in the face of death.

Such a thrill can be enjoyed entirely at one’s own risk, as it guarantees my death.

But what if the target of death is someone else?

What if that other person is more precious than me, someone I love?

Wouldn’t the thrill of her death be greater?

Immoral and immoral.

Therefore, it is already a pleasure that goes beyond thrill.

Ian realized.

A black instinct boiling deep in my heart.

The identity of this devil-like pleasure.

“Hook. Hook.”

And when Lina saw her beautiful and beloved companion lying on the floor, unfocused, drooling and struggling to breathe.

She sensed that the demon sleeping inside her had awakened.

It completely takes over the body.

Before falling into instinct,

Ian gathered the remaining reason and asked.

“Lina.”

A gentle voice whispers into Lina’s ear like a devil.

“Yes.”

Lina looked up to the devil’s whispers as if they were salvation.

“Can I treat you like an object from now on?”

“Please…”

Hood.

Tears fell from Lina’s eyes.

“Please do so.”

They were tears of joy, full of pleasure.