Chapter 172: Seductive Fight~**

Fredrinn swiftly cleared those thoughts off his mind before Rose could catch onto his lecherous, perverted thoughts.

The last thing he needed was for her to find out about his plans about the ’Hot, Cold, Hot.’

It didn’t take a genius to know why.

He placed a wide, easy smile on his lips and slipped a second finger through her tight walls.

He pushed against the natural pressure, piercing deeper, then swayed and curled his fingers inside her cunt with deliberate intent. The wet heat of her closed around him at once.

Rose moaned at the teasing—at the slow, purposeful foreplay. Her heart-shaped pink eyes shimmered slightly, the glow serving as a clear measure of how turned on she was in that moment.

The sound she made was soft but rich, carrying the particular cadence only a succubus seemed able to produce.

But she was not the type to simply lie there and take it like a dead fish. Nor was she a complete masochist ready to surrender every scrap of control to her mast—no, her partner.

She dipped her head into the curve of his neck and took a quick, sharp bite.

The pressure of her teeth was precise enough to leave a clear mark in a single motion.

Fredrinn felt it like the sting of a nasty bug; the spot burned and tingled with sudden pain.

But the discomfort lasted barely two seconds.

Rose immediately began to lick the place she had bitten, consoling the wound with her soft, delicate tongue.

The contrast between the sharp bite and the gentle aftermath sent an involuntary shiver down his spine.

Once she finished, she separated herself just slightly and murmured against his neck. Her voice dipped into a seductive, almost possessive tone.

"Rose saw hubby leaving marks on Andrea while she couldn’t."

Rose grinned against his skin.

"That’s when Rose decided to be the one leaving hickeys all over hubby’s body..."

Saying that, she slid her lips lower—down the side of his neck, across the collarbone, and finally onto the firm plane of his pecs. Fredrinn felt another shiver pass through his body.

He had a faint idea of what she was planning, and it worried him.

In response, his fingers inside her became even more frantic. He wanted to overload her with sensation before she could fully carry out her plan that she was building.

"Hnng~ That’s the spot~ Ahh~ YES~"

She reacted instantly to his touch, moaning softly.

He had targeted the most sensitive areas he already knew, pressing and curling against the places that made her hips twitch.

At least, those were the spots he knew of so far. There might still be a few more hidden deeper within her soft, tight cunt, and he fully intended to explore every one of them sooner rather than later.

However, Rose was no newbie and no ordinary human who would lose herself from simple fingering alone.

Her moans grew sluttier, her voice carrying that unique cadence of seduction while her lips parted. Then, without warning, she enclosed them around one of his pecs, taking the nipple into her mouth.

She flicked it with her tongue from inside, sending another sharp jolt of pure pleasure rolling down Fredrinn’s body. His cock, already hard, twitched noticeably against her thigh, as if declaring a challenge against her to do the same to it.

If she did... Well, it was win. And if she couldn’t, then also it’s his victory.

He remained adamant about not giving her too obvious a positive reaction. Whether she was a switch or not, Fredrinn only considered himself a dom.

He knew, logically, that giving genuine reactions to his lover was not the same as becoming a "submissive little bitch."

It was simply a biological reflex.

But still, he felt reluctant. It might sound stupid, but some part of his male ego insisted that reacting too openly might somehow "lower" his image in her eyes.

Obviously he understood that Rose would not suddenly think less of him for something so natural. The reluctance was his problem, not hers.

And so a quiet, seductive, and entirely silent war began between the two of them.

Rose did not disappoint. She kept licking and lightly sucking on his nipples while letting both of her hands drift downward toward his enlarging, rock-hard cock.

’Let’s see how hubby reacts to this~’

She smirked inwardly, remembering the particular technique of targeting his balls while stroking the shaft at the same time.

One hand curled firmly around his cock, fingers tracing and squeezing along the prominent veins as they pulsed with raw heat and energy.

Her other hand moved lower, cradling and gently rolling his hanging twin balls with careful, expert pressure.

"Fuck..."

A soft groan slipped out of Fredrinn’s lips before he could stop it. The combination of her mouth on his chest and the dual attention lower down was dangerously effective. For a split second his concentration wavered.

But instead of pulling back, using any defensive skill, or trying to protect himself, he decided to double down.

In the space of a breath his third finger forced its way inside her already stretched opening. The sudden fullness made her walls flutter hard around him.

He unleashed a more focused assault on her insides, curling and scissoring his fingers, hunting for every sensitive ridge and spot he could reach.

Like a maestro hitting perfect notes, he kept finding the places that made her breath hitch and her thighs tense.

Rose’s hands faltered for a moment. The stroking of his cock slowed. The careful attention to his balls paused entirely as her body reacted to the intensified fingering.

"Why aren’t you moving your hands anymore, huh?"

He whispered the question against her hair, smirking as he felt her freeze against his chest. She bit down on her lower lip, clearly trying to hold in the more desperate moans that wanted to escape. Her pink eyes had gone a shade brighter, the shimmer stronger than before.

The silent war continued—neither willing to yield first, both determined to be the one who made the other break.