Chapter 2327 I'M New To This
Chapter 2327 I'M New To This
Date: Unspecified
Time: Unspecified
Location: Lil. Red Storm, Seed World, Devil Merchant Code, Inter-Realm City, Sector WS9909, Infinity Library, Study Room
Wyatt, who had planned to get MayMay addicted by leveraging his Primordial World Calamity Tree's inherent ability to lure prey, understood the delicate balance required to control an addict through their addiction and get them to work for him, he needed to manage the supply and demand of the product carefully. If he provided too much if it, they'd be incapacitated, passed out in some alley instead of working. If he gave too little of it, they'd grow aggressive, lose all sense of reason, and wouldn't hesitate to hurt him.
In essence, Wyatt's plan with MayMay was like playing with fire-one misstep, and he could easily get burned. For instance, as he was awakened from his euphoria by the Hive Spirit, he tried to break away from MayMay's kiss, only to find that his strength was insufficient. It was as if he were trying to move a mountain. Realizing that even his strongest effort was no match for an Elder Pixie, Wyatt stopped adding the Primordial World Calamity Tree's oil to their mingled saliva.
The abrupt cessation of her supply, without warning, made MayMay more aggressive. She kissed Wyatt harder, employing every technique she had learned, but it was futile. The sublime, divine sweetness that had given her unparalleled pleasure and satisfaction was gone. Desperate for that feeling, she continued to kiss him aggressively, hoping it would return.
'Ah, MayMay, stop! You're hurting me, Wyatt telepathically alerted his overly enthusiastic partner, who seemed to have forgotten how fragile he was compared to her. This was one of the many risks Wyatt had anticipated before using himself as bait to manipulate her.
Finally breaking the liplock, MayMay paused, realizing something was wrong. Still clinging to Wyatt, her legs wrapped around his waist, she held his face in her hands and locked eyes with him. "Wyatt, what am I doing wrong? The kissing doesn't feel as good as it did before."
"You're not doing anything wrong. It's just... I'm not feeling it anymore, so it doesn't feel as good," Wyatt replied, pretending to be shy as he broke eye contact.
"What do you mean?" MayMay asked, clearly confused by the meaning behind his words.
"T-that... I'm not in the mood. I'm no longer feeling aroused," Wyatt said, his neck, cheeks, and ears turning red as he looked away, feigning embarrassment.
"You're not in the mood for what? Kissing? But you promised compensation-that I could kiss you as many times as I wanted, anytime, anywhere. You have to be in the mood," MayMay demanded, insisting that Wyatt fulfill the promise he had made to her. "When did I ever stop you from kissing me? Go ahead, kiss me as long as you want-I won't resist. It's just that if I'm not in the mood, it won't feel as good as it did before. And please, control your strength, or you'll end up claiming your compensation from my corpse," Wyatt explained, sharing his dilemma while warning MayMay to be mindful of her strength. At the same time, he rested his head on her soft bosom, using it as a pillow. His warm breath caressed her skin as it traveled through her deep cleavage and down her dress.
MayMay didn't resist or protest as Wyatt used her bosom for comfort, nor did she complain about his wandering hands-one firmly gripping her left ass cheek and the other stroking her right thigh. Instead of feeling repulsed or indifferent, she felt a strange anticipation. Not only did she ignore Wyatt's actions, but she also found herself willing to encourage them if it meant she could taste that sweetness again and experience the pleasure that accompanied it.
Deeply contemplating Wyatt's words, MayMay found them reasonable. After all, many books on kissing emphasized the importance of emotional connection, physical pleasure, and mutual satisfaction to ensure a prolonged and fulfilling experience. Hearing Wyatt say he wasn't in the mood or aroused enough, she realized where she had gone wrong. Taking note of his words, she asked, "Wyatt, tell me what can I do to get you in the mood and arouse you?"
If it had been the MayMay of the past, she couldn't have imagined herself uttering such words, let alone allowing a demon merchant to touch her chest, thighs, or ass. Everything she was doing, enduring, and saying was entirely unlike her. No one, not even she, would have believed it. Yet here she was, encouraging Wyatt to use her body and asking how she could arouse and gratify him.
Lifting his head from her bosom, Wyatt looked at MayMay's flushed face. Pretending to check if she was serious, he raised an eyebrow and asked, "Say what now?"
"I said, what can I do to help you get in the mood and feel aroused so we can continue our passionate kissing," MayMay repeated, irritation creeping into her voice. She was eager to get back to kissing.
"No, I heard you the first time. I just can't believe it's you saying those words. I did not know you thought of in such a way," Wyatt said, reminding MayMay how out of character her actions and words seemed, given her sublime, immortal status. But after a pause, he added with a sheepish grin, "Besides, I wouldn't know what to tell you-I'm new to all this."
MayMay was taken aback by Wyatt's words. She, too, couldn't believe her own actions, despite having done them willingly. She realized she had an unfathomable craving for Wyatt and wondered if this was the passionate love the books described. She wanted
to analyze everything she was feeling, doing, and saying under a microscope, but the craving she had for Wyatt made it impossible to focus. Every few seconds, her mind would wander back to him.
Lost in thought, MayMay unconsciously found herself pecking his lips with her own. Even though she was aware of what she was doing, she couldn't stop herself. She wondered what she hoped to achieve, knowing Wyatt wasn't aroused, which meant she wouldn't feel that profound sweetness until he was. Yet, despite her awareness, she became sidetracked once again.