Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re) - Chapter 417

417: A Beautiful Sight** 417: A Beautiful Sight** Third Person’s POV His eyes locked onto the sight of her glistening pink pussy that was still veiled by the drenched, dark red silk of her panties, which were soaked through and clung transparently to her swollen folds.

No longer willing to endure the agonizing wait, Ethan’s fingers, which had been tracing patterns on her hip, finally moved with a lewd purpose.

He hooked his thumbs into the delicate, lace-trimmed band of her dark red panties.

Feeling the damp texture of the silk, which he could also see, he was amazed by the degree of its wetness, and it sent a fresh jolt of possessive heat through him.

As for Lucy, who was supporting her upper body with her elbows planted deep in the mattress, she felt a jolt of pure panic.

Her ocean-blue eyes, which had been hazy with a growing level of anticipation and newfound desire, widened suddenly.

A war raged within them, and a desperate, ingrained need to protect the final barrier of her chastity started to clash violently against a darker, more compelling urge to simply give in to his ministerations.

The thought of revealing her most forbidden, intimate self to him was terrifying, yet the anticipation was a throbbing, addictive pulse between her legs.

This was her secret, debauched secret, and was far removed from the pristine world her family and its noble circles knew.

Oblivious to the internal conflict tearing her apart, Ethan began to tug the panties downward.

In response, a soft and distressed sound, a mix between a whimper and a sigh, escaped her lips.

“Nnnghh~~” Yet, her body betrayed her mind.

Whether willingly or unwillingly, she cooperated as she shifted her weight and straightened her long, pale legs to allow him to slide the soaked garment down her thighs, over her knees, and past her slender white ankles.

With a flick of his wrist, he tossed the wet, sinful scrap of silk onto the floor.

His crimson eyes seemed to have been clouded by a dark shadow as they returned to the girl and then drifted lower, and finally, seeing the way she had instantly clamped her smooth thighs tightly together, a last-ditch effort to preserve her chastity that she had been taught to protect from her childhood.

“Shhh, my lovely girl,” he murmured, his voice a low rasp.

Seeing her in a state of anxiety, he didn’t force her.

Instead, he began to calm her with slow, deliberate strokes along the inside of her milky-white thighs.

His fingers seemed to glow with a soft silver, soulful light, as he used his bloodline talent, gradually soothing her heart and making her focus on the pleasurable feeling she had now come to enjoy.

Gradually, the rigid tension in her legs began to ease.

Her eyelashes fluttered like trapped butterflies against her flushed cheeks as, with a shuddering breath that sounded lovely in his ear, she slowly parted her legs for him.

The sinful scenery she unveiled suddenly made the air catch in his throat.

There, nestled at the junction of her slender, trembling legs, was the innocence she carried but didn’t know the value of.

A perfectly shaped triangular mound that was small enough to fit neatly in his palm was revealed to him.

The lustful sight sent a rush of blood so violent that it made his head spin, his face flush, and his cock twitch painfully hard in the air.

But what truly surprised him, however, was the nature of that triangular region.

It wasn’t a dense, dark thicket that mature women had; instead, it was a delicate, sparse garden of wet, honey-gold curls that glistened even under the dim light.

The fine pubic hairs of hers lay flat against her pale skin as they had become dewy with her arousal.

Just the sight of it made his heart hammer against his ribs, his breathing turning shallow and erratic.

As his gaze sharpened, he could finally see the treasure it guarded, a delicate and perfectly smooth pink slit.

Her mound was plump and full as it protected her pink slit nestled in its center.

As his eyes zeroed down on it, he could observe that there were no prominent, hanging lips on it, and the fine and nearly invisible blonde hairs that surrounded it only served to highlight its exquisite, rosy hue.  Ethan couldn’t help but feel that her sealed tender slit seemed to whisper and promise untold and pleasureful secrets hidden within to him.

Seeing this untouched spring scene, Ethan couldn’t help but think that her pussy was a fully-formed bud, being so pristine and tightly closed, waiting for so many years for him, and only him, so that he could finally help her to burst into the most beautiful, blooming pink flower.

And what made a slow, possessive smile curl on his lips was the undeniable proof of her desire, especially the way her adorable, pink bud was glistening after being stained with a sparkling, translucent nectar that she had secreted because of him.

Finally, unable to resist a moment longer, Ethan reached out his hand as his slightly calloused fingertips made first contact with the trembling softness of her pussy.

He felt the slightly rough, intriguing texture of her damp pubic hairs against his skin and couldn’t help but feel that it presented such a strong contrast to the unbelievable softness beneath.

A pleasure he couldn’t describe, a mix of amazement at such a beautiful thing and the raw lust it brought, flooded his system.

He was mesmerized when he saw that her smooth, shiny belly quivered with each breathy gasp of hers while her chest rose and fell rapidly due to his actions.

Her wide and vulnerable eyes were locked on his, and she watched his every move as he defiled her sacred space.

Refocusing, he pressed his palm fully against her and cupped her entire, slightly hairy mound in a warm, loving hold.

The sudden pressure and the intimate contact between his hot palm and her glistening pussy drew a sharp, melodic sound from her mixed with a gasping squeal that melted into a shuddering moan.

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