For My Birthday, I Was Gifted Five Husbands - Chapter 105

“From the nonsense you’re spouting, it looks like you’re fine, Norton.”

Magnus coldly said as he swept his bangs back. However, he froze when he saw the trembling woman.

“Norton, what’s wrong with you?”

“H-huh, w-what’s wrong with me?”

“Why is your skin so cold and sweaty?”

Eugenie wiped her face with her trembling hand at Napier’s words. As he had said, sweat was beading and dripping down from her forehead.

Once she became aware of her physical condition, she felt a wave of nausea, as if she was seasick, and her blood pressure dropped sharply.

“Ugh. T-this condition…”

She had experienced something like this recently. After resurrecting Tristan during the hunting festival, her body had suddenly deteriorated like this.

The reason she had been able to use magic just now was definitely…

‘It must be because of the last time with Alfred, right?’

But after barely recovering from that, she hadn’t been with any other husbands. The thought of Napier looking at her with a stiff, shocked expression came to mind, and now, she was with him again…

“I-I’m fine, ugh.”

She wanted to say she was fine, but cold sweat ran down her cheeks. A faint ringing sound echoed in her head, and dizziness made her instinctively close her eyes.

However, as soon as she heard the door lock, her eyes snapped open automatically.

“C-Carter. Why are you locking the door?”

“Why?”

Carter, who had moved to the door without her noticing, answered nonchalantly. He quickly dropped his shirt that was stained with dirt and blood, onto the floor and approached Eugenie, who was struggling to lift her upper body from the rug.

“You need our help right now.”

“D-Do you remember where this is?”

This was the sitting room adjacent to the professor’s office.

“Professor Racquet’s ears are getting worse, Eugenie. You just need to hold back your moans.”

“Youuu…!”

This bastard, was he addicted to what he did outside and in the temple too?

But just then, a sound came from the other side, the rustling of clothing loosening.

Magnus was pulling down the tie he had tightly fastened.

Though his anger was calm, it was full to the brim, and he was agitated enough to curse.

“Lie down, Norton.”

It was time for the husbands to fulfill their duties.

Eugenie alternated her gaze between the two men holding her and exhaled sharply.

In the next room, her professor was still alive… and this place, of all places, was the academy where they had all spent their teenage years.

No matter how weak she was, feeling like she had the flu, she couldn’t let herself become the kind of alumnus who engaged in dirty acts in this building.

“Hah… w-wait…”

But her feeble protest melted into a shuddering moan as Magnus’ fingers began undoing the buttons of her blouse.

Meanwhile, Carter yanked down the pants tangled around her thrashing legs. The pale skin of her thighs—untouched by sunlight—was already glistening wet.

The wet love juice soaking through her underwear trembled in the cool air. Even though this was technically a reception room, it had the same hushed, scholarly atmosphere as the academy’s lecture halls.

Here, of all places? And … all of them at once?

“L-Let’s go back… to the mansion… ngh…!”

“You’re holding up surprisingly well in this state.”

“Ah—ah, ahh!”

His fingertips dragged idly over her damp underwear. He was barely even stroking, yet her oversensitive flesh quivered.

The soaked fabric exposed her slit. Her body was screaming its need. You’re exhausted. Take what’s right in front of you. Why starve yourself when a feast is right here?

Maybe it was the hunger after so long holding back. She couldn’t resist anymore.

“H-Hurry… please.”

Carter stared down at Eugenie, who was writhing form with icy eyes. A strange feeling settled over him.

How fortunate for Eugenie that she’s with him right now. How fortunate that he was the one who gets to help her first.

All of this… meant the plan was progressing perfectly.

Here, all he had to do was play the role of the doting childhood friend—giving her exactly what she craved.

“C-Carter… Napier… ah—ngh!”

Magnus chose that moment to slip his hand into her half-unbuttoned blouse, twisting a n****e between rough fingers. A sweet, broken moan spilled from her lips as her back arched off the rug, her body seizing.

“Ahn—not there…!”

“It’s where you like it most, Norton.”