'It's tasteless', Damien, even though hearing her cry, ignored it as focused on the softness inside his mouth, which in itself appeared far softer than cotton candy, jelly, or everything combined—Yet, of all things, he felt that even though with this much softness and smoothness, it wasn't giving him any taste.
Realizing that his own taste buds might be the problem, he found it hard to believe that something so lovely, aromatic, and tender could lack flavor. As he sucked more fiercely on her breast and released a warm breath, he let his tongue glide over her cherry, feeling the gentle curve of her bosoms as he attempted to press the tip of his tongue against them.
"HNGH! It hurts! You are rough Damien! Ahng...♡?!" In contrast, Emilia attempts to fight back by yanking her hand or thrashing her leg, but as always, it proves to be in vain, while her mind is bombarded with a confusing mix of pleasure and pain signals as he latched on to her breast.
