Chapter 513: Turning the Tables

Lilith turned her head toward Adam, her crimson eyes soft and a little dazed from the pleasure. She reached up and lightly touched his cheek.

"Focus on me first..." she murmured, voice quieter than usual, almost shy despite everything they were doing in front of Celine.

Adam’s expression shifted. A faint, genuine smile touched his lips as he looked at this unexpectedly cute side of her. He leaned in closer, his fingers still buried inside her, and spoke low enough that only she could clearly hear, yet loud enough for Celine to catch every word.

"You’re so lewd, Lilith. Getting this wet and worked up just because someone is watching us..."

The teasing words made Lilith’s body tense. A deeper flush spread across her cheeks. Being called out so directly while Celine was forced to look only pushed her further under his control. Her walls clenched tightly around his fingers as her breathing grew short and uneven.

"Aahh... Adam... that’s— nnhh..."

He curled his fingers firmly against the spot that made her shake and kept rubbing her clit with his thumb, not giving her any chance to recover.

"Come for me," he ordered softly. "Right here. While she’s watching."

Lilith’s eyes fluttered. Her free hand gripped his arm tightly as the pleasure finally broke over her. A sharp, high moan escaped her throat as her body arched hard against him, thighs trembling. Her juices spilled messily around his fingers in a clear, wet rush.

*Squish... schlick...*

"Ahhhgn! Cumming!!!!!"

Adam held her through it, slowing his fingers only when the strongest waves had passed. Then, with surprising gentleness, he lifted her and carried her the short distance to the bed, laying her down carefully against the sheets. Lilith’s chest rose and fell rapidly, silver hair spread out around her, the black gown still half-open and damp.

Adam straightened and turned his attention fully to Celine.

The White Demon was staring at them with wide, stunned eyes, her earlier defiance momentarily replaced by pure shock at how openly and completely Lilith had climaxed in front of her.

Adam walked toward the chair without hurry. He stopped in front of Celine, then reached out and placed his hand lightly over one of her bound breasts. His fingers moved slowly, deliberately, until he felt the stiff peak of her nipple pressing against his palm through the torn fabric of her uniform.

A smug, knowing look crossed his face.

"Already hard," he said quietly, rubbing his thumb in a slow circle over the sensitive tip. "And you were trying so hard to pretend none of that affected you."

Celine’s body jerked at the direct touch. Her face burned crimson as she twisted against the ropes.

"I— I’m not—! Don’t touch me! It’s not what you think!" she snapped, voice trembling with denial even as her nipple only grew harder under his fingers.

Adam kept his hand on Celine’s breast, thumb still slowly circling the stiff nipple through the torn fabric. He watched every flicker of reaction on her face, the way her breath hitched, the way she tried to pull away even though the ropes held her completely still.

Then he tilted his head slightly, studying her with a calm, almost curious expression.

"Are you a virgin?" he asked, voice low and deliberately teasing.

Celine’s eyes widened. The question hit her harder than any of the earlier touches. Her face, already flushed, burned an even deeper red. For a moment she could only stare at him in stunned silence before the words burst out in a sharp, flustered denial.

"W-What kind of question is that?!" she snapped, twisting hard against the silk cords. "That’s none of your business! Don’t ask me something so— so shameless!"

Behind them on the bed, Lilith propped herself up on one elbow, still breathing a little heavily from her climax. A small, amused smile curved her lips as she watched the exchange, crimson eyes gleaming with interest.

Adam didn’t remove his hand. If anything, he gave the sensitive peak another slow, deliberate rub, feeling how it remained stiff under his touch despite her protests.

"You’re reacting an awful lot for someone who claims none of this affects them," he said evenly. "And you still haven’t answered the question."

Celine’s face burned as she snapped at him, voice sharp with embarrassment.

"Shut up, you pervert! I won’t answer a lewd question like that— ahn!"

The last sound escaped before she could stop it. Adam had pinched her stiffened nipple firmly between his fingers, rolling it with deliberate pressure. A jolt of unwanted pleasure shot through her bound body, making her hips twitch against the chair. Her thighs pressed together as best they could under the ropes, and a faint, traitorous heat spread lower.

Adam’s smile widened at the reaction. He kept the sensitive peak trapped between his fingers, giving it another slow, firm pinch while his thumb brushed over the tip.

"There it is," he said, voice low and clearly amused. "You can insult me all you want, but your body just answered for you. That little sound... and the way you just tensed up."

He leaned in slightly, still pinching and teasing the hard nipple without mercy.

"You felt that, didn’t you? Even while you’re trying so hard to hate it."

Celine turned her face away as far as the restraints allowed, jaw clenched, but the faint tremor in her body and the way her nipple remained stiff under Adam’s fingers betrayed her completely.

Adam’s hand left Celine’s breast and slowly trailed downward. His fingers brushed over the torn fabric of her uniform, past her stomach, until they reached the junction of her bound thighs. Because of the way the silk cords forced her legs apart, there was almost no barrier left. He pressed his palm lightly against her, feeling the heat radiating from her through the thin cloth.

Celine’s eyes snapped up to his face, wide with shock and rising panic. Her voice came out sharp and unsteady.

"D-Don’t—! Take your hand off me right now!"

Adam didn’t move his hand away. Instead he pressed a little firmer, letting his fingers rest directly over the softest, most sensitive part of her. Even through the fabric he could already feel a faint dampness.

He looked her straight in the eyes, his expression calm but clearly teasing.

"You’re already warm down here," he said quietly. "And a little wet. Still going to pretend none of this is affecting you?"

Celine’s face turned a deeper shade of red. She twisted hard against the ropes, trying to close her thighs, but the bindings held her completely open. A frustrated, flustered sound escaped her throat as she glared up at him.

"I said stop touching me, you bastard...!"