Trapped as an NPC in a Dating Sim

Chapter 130: Passionate Soren and Elise (18+)

“Elise, you came at the perfect time.”

Soren suddenly smiled and pulled her directly into his arms, her soft body leaning against his chest.

“Soren?”

“Shh… we are outside, aren’t we? Let’s talk inside my tent.”

He did not let her respond. His gaze swept the surroundings once, confirming they were alone, before taking her quickly inside his tent.

Only then did he look at Elise,

“So? What do you want to talk about? Is it about what happened in the dungeon?”

Soren directly asked, to which Elise quickly lowered her head, her cheeks getting red in shame.

For a moment, words stuck in her throat as all the things she planned to tell him disappeared in a poof.

All because she realized that she was alone with Soren in his small tent.

“I-I…S-Soren…about that time, d-do you…”

The more she tried to speak, the more she stuttered as her breathing began to quicken, her heartbeat growing louder and louder.

Her gaze travelled up to Soren’s handsome face, longing for him more and more.

Maybe because they were now in a small enclosed space, Elise suddenly felt hot all over, just like in the dungeon.

Her emotions, which she had kept in check all this time, began to loosen as she squirmed slightly.

She didn’t know why, but she felt Soren was too attractive. Attractive enough to pounce on him with abandon.

The only reason she didn’t do so was that she was afraid he would reject her.

In the dungeon, she had a reason, but now….

Just as Elise was conflicted and unable to talk, Soren suddenly leaned towards her, placed his finger on her chin, lifting her head up.

“Hey, Elise, do you like me?”

It was so obvious that Soren couldn’t help but tease, making her eyes widen before quickly dodging in panic.

Her raw emotions were so obviously naked that Soren realized that he had underestimated the effect of the Twin Ring of Lust.

Look, even without the ring, she was already rubbing her thighs while breathing heavily in his presence.

If she showed such a state to him, how could he control himself?

He was already stressed due to her sister, and now he had to control his urges again?

How was that even possible?

“Does your silence mean you don’t like me?”

Since he was already thinking of getting one heroine today, Soren quickly decided it would be Elise.

There was still a chance of something going wrong with Sylvia and Aria, but with Elise…

“W-what? NO, Soren, of course I like you.”

She was far too gone with her emotions towards him. Rather, she might break down if he didn’t do anything to her.

In such a case, it was only natural for Soren to help her, right?

“Very well…”

Once Soren made a decision, he rarely hesitated.

The moment Elise reflexively bared her feelings, he reached out and seized the dark robe covering her body.

In one swift motion, he pulled it off, exposing her tall, elegant figure clad only in her long gown.

“What…?”

Then, before she could react, he grabbed her by the waist and tossed her onto his soft bed.

Elise let out a startled yelp as she landed roughly.

“S-Soren…?”

But to her surprise, she saw Soren too quickly climb on top of her, his body pressing against her soft curves.

He then leaned in close, face to face, a dangerous smirk playing on his lips. His breathing was heavy as he whispered,

“Then… prove it. If you like me, prove it with your body and mind together, Elise.”

He finally let out his true thoughts bare, making Elise widen her eyes.

But the poor girl had no time to even react, as without waiting for a reply, Soren closed the remaining distance and captured her lips with his own.

There was no hesitation, no request for permission, just raw, impulsive desire.

“~~Mmm~~S-Soren~”

In an instant, Elise found herself pressed firmly against the soft mattress, her body sinking into it as Soren captured her lips in a strong, hungry kiss.

His mouth moved against hers with raw urgency, sucking and claiming her as if he had been starving for her.

Before she could even gasp, his tongue boldly slithered into her mouth, seeking her own and forcing it into a heated, passionate duel.

Their tongues tangled wildly, wet and desperate, each stroke sending sparks of heat through her body.

“~~Mmm~”

“~~Slurp~~Mmph~~”

The entire tent quickly filled with their heavy, ragged breathing and the wet sounds of their deepening kiss.

Soren devoured her lips voraciously, tilting his head to kiss her even harder, deeper, as if he wanted to consume every moan, every breath, every part of her.

His hands roamed possessively over her sides, gripping her waist tightly while his body pressed down against hers, trapping her beneath his heat and weight.

Elise’s fingers instinctively clutched at his shoulders, her heart pounding wildly as the kiss grew more intense, more demanding.

*Riiip!*

However, Soren was far from satisfied. The kiss alone was no longer enough for him.

The moment Elise began to lose herself in the heat, moaning sweetly into his mouth, Soren’s hand moved to the collar of her long gown.

Without hesitation, he tore it open with raw force.

“S-Soren?”

He was so forceful that in one powerful pull, both her gown and bra were ripped down together, instantly baring her breasts to the cool air.

In an instant, Elise felt her nipples tingle as they met the open air, only for that sensation to be replaced by the searing heat of Soren’s large hand as he cupped one breast firmly, his thumb brushing over the sensitive peak.

“~~Mmm… S-Soren… w-what are you doing?”

Even for Elise, this was becoming too much. A wave of shyness washed over her, making her eyes turn moist with embarrassment.

Unfortunately, she was pinned beneath his huge, powerful frame, unable to move even an inch, not that she was resisting strongly in the first place.

Still… wasn’t this all happening too fast?

“Shhh… didn’t I tell you before? You have to prove it.”