World After Worlds
Chapter 350 - 350: § LET ME FUCK YOU §

"When you became comfortable with my presence, you would always ask me to play with you. You like flying so we went to so many places. There was no day that you did not seek for me and crave for my attention." Matteo parted his lips and began to tell Yanarym how the original behaved when she was a child. "You played a lot, you like being adored by everyone. You like to have a gathering and picnic in places with beautiful landscapes." There was no recollection of Yanarym's memory of how the original was. Her memories when she was a child were really wiped out, she could not see in her mind anything that he mentioned.

"How did we fall apart? How did I lose my memory of you?" Matteo did not hurry to speak.

"You…never talked to me. After you lose your memory you begin to treat me as a stranger."

"Why did I do that?"

"I don't know." Matteo was wrong, the original did not deliberately ignore him. She was simply unable to recognize anyone, everyone became a stranger to her, and even the original's mother was forgotten. It was a natural reaction to behave warily in an unfamiliar environment, with unfamiliar people. The original was justifiable to her actions.

The ones that were strange were Matteo and Lena. In the original's memory, they were very cautious in interacting with her. They were distant to her, they were awkward talking to her. That made a gap in their relationship. In that case, the original's detachment and the feeling of alienation from everyone were so reasonable.

Not only that.

When she began to bring herself outside, where she had to interact with the people in the town. They gave her an identity as someone who should be avoided and treated coldly. However, based on Matteo's description of the original, she was not a hateful person…

Well, this was a one-sided perspective and subjective opinion of Matteo. Maybe the original was so close to Matteo that she did not consider anyone but Matteo. She could ask Lena about that fact but, Lena might lie. Based on Yanarym's observation, Lena was afraid of Matteo. Guide-sama revealed to her that Matteo was threatening Lena to stay silent about what she knew regarding the past.

This was very strange. There might be a reason why Matteo was so eager to conceal the past from the original. However, why did Matteo not initiate being close to her? If he loved her in the past he should have used the chance to make her become dependent on him. Was he stupid enough not to know the basics of making someone fall in love? He could pretend not to know anything about sex. Nevertheless, what benefits does he earn from distancing himself from the original?

Was he confident that the original would end up with him so he did nothing? If he was confident enough for that ending, why was he behaving and reacting like this right now? He even cried. He even begged. What's wrong with him?

Guide-sama: "You can't forget the fact that in the original novel, Matteo did not approach the original. He maintained the distance he made when he took her memory. It is different in this realm where you took her place. Aren't you a variable to his change?"

Right. Right. I forgot my interjection. I altered the original's personality. The sexual intercourse happened. Since then, he became very involved.

Matteo was silent as he stared at Yanarym's expression. He could not read her thoughts. She was not speaking and he was agitated about what might be running on her mind. He did not want to hear any questions from the past anymore. Although there were warm and delightful memories he shared with her, the images where she was crying would flash on him so vividly.

Without consent, he angled his head to shower kisses on her cheek. He rested his palm on her stomach and felt its every breath. The subtle motion of it as she inhaled and exhaled. His lips began to travel from her face to her neck. She had a natural coming from her body that was intoxicating. It was musky, the fragrance of her sweat was arousing heat from his abdomen. The mixture of her faint perfume that was emitting a floral scent. He wafted her scent like he was consuming her by sniffing her.

He groaned from the undeniable sensation surging from his stomach to his entire nerves. It was churning. All he meant to do was to make her distracted by pecking her face, he did not intend to become engrossed and be haywire.

Her scent was too…

He could not help but part his lips and use his tongue to taste her. There was no flavor, it was tasteless yet it was so delectable. Her skin against his tongue, each lick would leave a trace of his saliva. Because it was so soft, the urge to bite it could not be held. He gathered a small portion of her skin in his teeth and bit them gently. Right after, he licked it and began sucking it.

"Teo, w-what… what are you doing right now?" He heard her weak protest and stopped. With darkened eyes, filled with lust, he gazed intensely at the neck area he tormented. It became red and seemed to become a bruise.

His hand that was resting on her stomach slid on her side waist, he kneaded it gently. He was about to return on his business with her neck when she swiftly avoided him and crossed her brows while she glared at him.

"Aren't we talking about something serious? How could you get turned on with literally nothing!?" He pulled her closer to him and kissed her lips instead.

He did not want to talk anymore. If they talk, she would get angry and then be sad. He rather kissed her mouth all day in order not to hear her voice asking questions he could not answer. It would be delighted to hear her moans as well, rather than her requesting things he could not give.

There was no reciprocation from her no matter how proactive he was in kissing her. "T-teo! Are you serious?"

"Rym," he called her name and shifted his romance on her neck when she kept on avoiding his kisses. "I want you." He felt breathless and pressed his body to her. He made her feel how much he wanted her and she was stiffened. "I want you right now." He sucked her earlobe and she quivered from his action. He wandered his hand around her body and fondled her sensitive area.

"Wait! Wait!" Her hands tried to push him back but it was useless. The more she resists, the more aggressive he gets.

"Matteo! Is this appropriate?! He is having a heart-to-heart talk, you know! Why so suddenly you wanted to fuck me?!" He stopped and raised from laying on the side. He moved on her top, he sat on her stomach and captured her restless hands, and entrapped them above her head.

She was so surprised by his movements.

His sharp eyes stared at her with peril intent. He saw her gulp, she was nervous.

"I told you I don't like that word. But if you like it so much," He paused and stared at her for a second. It made her heart go ballistic, "I will fuck you until you won't be able to think." He said with a low voice but it rang to her ears like it was an eerie sound that made her spine feel the chill and it spread throughout her fingertips. She was left dumbfounded and he proceeded to his objective.

Matteo untangled the strings on her dress and pulled it down. Immediately, her breasts were revealed in his sight. He let go of her hands and brought his palms to her breast, he molded them passionately.

That was when he heard her gasp and woke up from reverie. He stared at her widened eyes and flushed cheeks as he kept on pummeling her. She could feel it against his skin how slowly her nipples hardened. She bit her lips and forced herself not to make a sound, she narrowed her eyes and placed her delicate hands on his wrist. Which only made him ruthless with her breasts. She whimpered as soon as he squeezed her with force.

"Don't try," he uttered. Like giving her a warning. Because of the pleasurable pain, Yanarym's eyes shed tears. While she kept on pushing his wrists away from her body the more brutal he was to her.

"S-stop, now is not the time for this!" She attempts to shoot him with glaring eyes yet they only cause Matteo to get much more allure. "YOU PERVERT! I SAID STOP!"

He really stopped. He did not leave on her top or remove his hands on her chest. He just stopped. "Let me fuck you, Rym."

He doesn't sound asking at all.