I Only Summon Villainesses

As I pushed myself deeper into her, Lady Yuan gripped me like a creature sensing something immense and unknown. Her body had to have recognized the intrusion for what it was — something foreign claiming territory inside her, bringing sensations she’d never experienced. And yet there was no hostility in that grip. No resistance.

Quite the opposite.

“L—Lor—Lorddd…”

My name seized in her mouth as I pushed further in, the syllables fracturing against waves of sensation she couldn’t contain.

She was warm and impossibly tight, clenching around me in waves that made my vision blur at the edges. But she was also slick, practically dripping, so even with that tightness I could pull back and ease forward again, giving her body time to expand and adjust before pressing deeper.

What I hadn’t expected was my own body responding in kind.

I felt myself changing shape inside her — growing shorter but thicker, stretching against her walls as if trying to claim every inch of space she could offer. The sensation pulled a gasp from my throat before I could stop it, sharp and involuntary.

’Gods above.’

She was right. Lady Yuan’s body was simply too good.

I stopped, hovering on the edge of release, every muscle locked tight against the tide threatening to break.

’This is wrong… this is insane!’

I clenched everything — jaw, fists, every muscle from my cock down — trying to hold it back. It wasn’t working. And Lady Yuan’s face certainly wasn’t helping matters.

Her brows tilted upward in something between pain and desperate need, glistening eyes searching my face. She looked like she might shatter if I moved wrong — or if I didn’t move at all. Then her fingers found my shirt, twisted the fabric, and pulled me down into a kiss that trembled against my lips, her whole body quivering beneath me.

“Can—can you… move again, Lord Cade?”

That voice. That level of vulnerable, trembling need should be illegal.

I swallowed hard and managed a smile despite the war raging through my lower body.

“Of course…”

’Looks like I’m cooked.’

I pushed forward again, rolling my hips back and forth in a rhythm I fought desperately to keep controlled. Lady Yuan was a virgin — I had to be mindful of that. But I was also fighting my own battle here, and I was losing ground with every stroke.

She was impossibly wet. Creamy white slicked my entire length, and each time I thrust forward, I could feel it being squeezed out of her, pooling on the sheets beneath us in a spreading stain.

And with each thrust, she only got wetter.

Her moans climbed higher, louder, stripped of any self-awareness. Her eyes stayed closed more than open now, her hands drifting to her own chest as if by instinct. Fingers found nipples and squeezed. Each soft, quirky sound that escaped her lips synchronized perfectly with the impact of my hips against her pelvis.

She wasn’t here anymore. She’d gone somewhere else entirely — some place where only sensation existed and thought had been left behind.

Her legs lifted slightly, spreading wider, offering me silent permission to go as deep and fast as I wanted.

And deep I went.

I could feel myself hitting something at the end of her — a barrier, a limit — and each time I crashed against it, her whole body would convulse beneath me. Her moan would spike an octave higher. And then I’d feel it: a fresh wave of heat and slickness, warmer and more slippery than before, flooding around me like her body was rewarding me for the impact.

Her breasts moved with every thrust, ethereal and hypnotic, rippling in response to my rhythm. Another gift for my eyes while I worked.

Slowly, recklessly, I increased my pace.

’Let’s see if I can outlast her.’

I moved faster. Lady Yuan’s response was immediate — her legs curled around my waist, locking me in place like she was afraid I might escape. Her hands shot up to grip the iron frame of the bunk bed above us, knuckles white against the metal, and her voice became a stream of consciousness I wasn’t sure she even knew she was producing.

“Oh goodness, goodness, this — good — so good. Lord Cade. Thank you. Thank you so much. Ahn, yes, yes. Thank you… ahnnnnnn, too gooooooddd.”

As her legs tightened, I gained confidence and drove harder still. Then I felt it — a sweet, dangerous pressure building at my tip. Electric and inevitable, coiling tighter with every thrust.

’Oh no. Not now!’

It was too late.

The sensation crested before I could mount any defense, overwhelming my willpower like a wave smashing a sandcastle flat. I found myself surrendering to it instead of fighting, hips moving faster still, groans tearing free from my throat as I chased the feeling to its end.

She was louder now too, matching my intensity. Her brows furrowed tight, eyes squeezed shut as she took everything I gave her. The bunk frame rattled dangerously under her grip. Her breasts bounced with the force of our movement, and somewhere in the back of my mind I noted that the entire bed was shaking.

And then I broke.

I pulled out just in time, trembling violently as thick ropes of white painted across Lady Yuan’s stomach and chest. The pleasure was blinding — like drowning in something warm and golden, like every nerve in my body had been lit on fire simultaneously. My whole frame shook with the force of it.

“Lord Cade, Lord Cade, are you okay…”

Her moaning had stopped the instant I withdrew. She was looking up at me now with genuine concern in her eyes, as if my pleasure had somehow worried her more than her own.

Finally my body stilled. The trembling subsided. The golden fire faded to a pleasant warmth that spread through my limbs.

But my cock hadn’t gotten the message. It stood at full attention, utterly unrepentant.

More than that — something else had changed. A wave of refreshment washed through me, wiping away every trace of exhaustion from the earlier battle. It felt like I’d been sleeping for ten days straight. Every muscle hummed with renewed energy, ready for more.

I rose again, and this time I knew I looked different. Something in my expression had shifted.

A grin split my face — the kind of grin that probably shouldn’t be trusted.

“I am completely fine, Lady Yuan… shall we pick up where we left off?”

I stood and lifted her carefully with me, guiding her toward the wall. She turned at my direction, pressing her back against my chest, her breathing already quickening in anticipation.

I took hold of her tail.

She jerked at the touch, a small gasp escaping her. I pulled gently, and she arched her back on instinct, presenting herself to me. Without warning, I drove into her from behind.

Her moan this time was almost a scream, ringing off the walls of the small room.

“Ah right…” I leaned close to her ear, my voice dropping low enough that only she could hear. “I forgot to say. This time, I won’t be going easy on you.”