The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 409

Chapter 409: Chapter 409 I Want You, But I Want You To Be Onboard
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WARNING!!!

A little [MATURE CONTENT] in this chapter!!!

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Upon hearing Hera’s pleading voice, Zhane felt a surge of desire that struck him deeply. His cock twitched with intensity as he crushed his mouth against hers, increasing the force of his kisses. He resumed pumping his fingers in and out of her, now with a heightened vigor, making her writhe in his arms.

“Zhane…” Hera moaned his name, each utterance only stoking the flames of his desire. His fingers pumped with increasing intensity, and before long, Hera felt a familiar sensation building in her core. Her head buzzed and her body convulsed as euphoria hit her with full force.

Zhane felt Hera’s inner walls tighten around his fingers, knowing she was on the brink of climax. “That’s right, just let it all out,” he urged, pressing his tongue into her mouth to swallow her loud moan. With his other hand, he pinched her nipples, sending electrifying sensations throughout her body and making her skin tingle with pleasure.

Hera tangled her fingers in Zhane’s soft hair, tugging it sharply as she climaxed, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy. Once she finished, her strength seemed to drain away, leaving her limply in Zhane’s arms. Zhane paused his kisses, allowing her to catch her breath. Hera gasped and panted heavily, struggling to steady her breathing and calm her racing heart.

Zhane lifted her and moved to the bench, settling himself down and guiding her to sit on his lap. He gently rubbed her back, adjusting her position with a satisfied grin as he gazed at her. He then took out his handkerchief and carefully wiped the sweat from her forehead, a gesture of tenderness following their intense moment.

Zhane’s eyes softened with a loving gaze as he continued to look at Hera. As her eyelashes fluttered open, she met his emerald eyes, which twinkled with affection. “How are you feeling?” he asked, his concern evident. Despite his gentle words, she could still feel his hard cock pressing against her, throbbing with a restless intensity.

Hera pursed her lips, her embarrassment catching up with her as her face flushed a deep red, extending to her neck and ears. “Ho-how about you? Aren’t you uncomfortable?” she croaked, managing to ask despite her flustered state.

Zhane offered a gentle smile and kissed her forehead. “Don’t worry about me,’ he said softly. ‘It was my own selfishness that brought us here. If I had managed my feelings better, I wouldn’t have lost control or acted so recklessly in public.” He looked at her with a pleading expression, his voice dropping to a low, apologetic tone. “Please don’t be angry with me.”

His grip on her arm tightened slightly, revealing his nervousness as he braced himself for Hera’s reprimand. But it never came. Instead, Hera chuckled, reaching up to coax his cheeks. ‘I’m not angry. Didn’t you just help me feel good?’ she teased, though inside she was a mix of bashfulness and complex emotions. Her words held a grain of truth, she understood how his character was made.

As she felt the throbbing pressure beneath her, Hera glanced at Zhane with a hint of hesitation. He recognized the unspoken question in her eyes and responded with a teasing smile, his eyes crinkling with amusement. “You don’t need to worry about that,” he said softly, his voice a soothing melody to Hera’s ears.

“You’ll only get dirty. Besides, this is my doing. Just give me a moment to calm down.” He then leaned in for a quick, tender peck on her lips before resting his forehead on her shoulder, trying to steady his intense desire.

Hera initially didn’t understand what he meant by her getting ‘dirty,’ and it took a few moments for the realization to sink in. When it finally did, she felt her face flush with heat once more.

Then it dawned on her. She took the handkerchief from Zhane and, with a flushed face, gently wiped his middle and ring fingers. Zhane was momentarily taken aback, but once he collected himself, he burst into laughter at how endearingly cute Hera was behaving.

She wiped his fingers as though trying to erase any trace of what had happened. Zhane sat upright, watching with amusement as Hera struggled to contain her embarrassment. Feeling playful, he decided to tease her further, bringing the very fingers she had been wiping to his mouth and sensually licking them.

Hera’s breath hitched as she watched Zhane clean his fingers with his tongue, his gaze locked on hers. He grinned mischievously, like a fox, but with a hint of tenderness in his expression.

“Don’t! That’s dirty!” Hera exclaimed, reaching out to cover his fingers with the handkerchief.

“Says who? Are you talking about my fingers or something else?” Zhane drawled suggestively, his eyes locked onto hers with a fierce hunger.

“I-I’m not talking about your fingers…” Hera stammered. It might have been better if she hadn’t answered, but Zhane’s gaze only deepened, darkening with intensified desire as he looked at her.

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear as he whispered in a low, seductive voice. “No, I could even eat and lick your pussy right now and no one would say it is dirty. I wanna have a taste of your love juice, not unless you let me do that, then, I’ll just settle at the second best, tasting the remnants of your juice from my fingers.”

Hera’s voice caught in her throat, leaving her at a loss for words. She was witnessing a side of Zhane she had never seen before, it wasn’t even mentioned in the novel. ‘He’s so damn seductive’, she thought, feeling her core throb with desire. Her mind was in overdrive, unable to keep up with the intensity of the moment.

For Zhane, his words and actions only heightened the throbbing of his cock, excitement surging through him. He bit his lower lip as he gazed at Hera, torn between desire and control.

Despite his intense feelings, he still retained some rationality. Unless Hera offered herself willingly, he wouldn’t push further. He didn’t want to be driven solely by lust and risk having her regret it later.

He leaned in against Hera’s shoulder, his breath coming in ragged pants as he fought to control his urges. “Don’t worry, I won’t go any further unless you give me permission,” he said, his voice filled with a mixture of helplessness and pain. “I want you, but I also want you to be completely onboard.”

Hera was deeply touched by Zhane’s words. While she knew that playing hard to get and not pushing too much might make them temper their desires, hearing him explicitly state that he wouldn’t force her was profoundly meaningful.

She understood that she would eventually need to be intimate with them, but Zhane’s restraint and genuine care showed her that he sought more than just physical connection—he was interested in building a deeper, more meaningful relationship.

She wasn’t sure about the other male leads, but they had all demonstrated restraint by limiting their actions to kissing and touching. In the novel, they showed similar restraint, though they occasionally gave in to their desires.

However, when an opportunity like earlier presented itself, they wouldn’t hold back, even if Alice appeared frail and on the brink of tears.

This indicated that she had managed to forge a genuine connection with the male leads, one that made them consider her feelings rather than pursuing her out of mere lust or interest.

This realization meant a great deal to her, as it allowed her to view her relationships with them with more respect and depth, moving beyond seeing them as just characters in the novel.