Chapter 108
But below, the ticklish stimulation stiffened her waist.
“Ugh!”
“Looks like you still have the energy to care about what’s above.”
“Hah, Napier…!”
He had already pulled his hand out of the crack and was now thrusting his hard and veiny pillar, deep inside her.
“Ha, ugh!”
He too had long passed the edge of reason.
Her waist, precariously balanced on the table, writhed wildly. Unlike when Carter was pressing from behind, this time the spots being stimulated were completely different, causing a chilling squeeze in her lower belly.
She desperately clutched the table with her fingertips but kept slipping as her strength drained. Eventually, Magnus grabbed both her wrists and pinned them down.
Her b*****s were trapped within his arms, and moisture trickled down the cleft pressed tightly between them.
The movements from deep inside that stirred her hidden pleasure made Eugenie’s toes flail helplessly in midair.
“Hik, d-deep, ah!”
“Stop exaggerating.”
Magnus scolded with a frown, looking clearly annoyed.
Yes, it was maddening, but now it was finally sinking in. He had to satisfy Eugenie Norton to stay by her side.
Even if he was only one of five men, not the only one. Though he hated to admit it, the grinding hatred made the movements all the more intense.
Breathing heavily, Carter looked down at Eugenie’s flushed face.
His cold, ice-like expression was now openly greedy from excitement. He firmly held Eugenie’s head and commanded,
“Suck it, Eugenie.”
“Uuu…!”
“I fed you.”
Eugenie understood without explanation. Though it was unbelievable that the thing that had been inside her earlier was already standing stiff above her abdomen.
A savage flesh, far from the solemnity of a pious priest.
Half-dazed from the continuous thrusting, Eugenie stuck out her tongue.
“Ugh, mm…”
She licked the fluid gathered at the tip, like savoring honey melting under a hot summer sun. Yet inwardly, she felt self-disgust for having such thoughts.
Below, the loud slapping of water echoed unabashedly, while above, the sound of her clumsy sucking was overly provocative.
Vitality flowed through her veins as an unbearable ecstasy rapidly climbed from her toes upward.
“Ugh!”
The leg resting on Magnus’s shoulder twitched a few times before the toes stretched rigidly and froze. Her insides were filled with the taste of her most irritating husband, and white fireworks exploded before her eyes.
“Ha, Napier, ah…”
The flavor was intoxicating, like a rich, dark red fruit. As she pulled her lips away from Carter’s pillar, the overflowing traces of pleasure dripped inside her mouth.
Even knowing that her advisor waited in the next room, or that greater dangers awaited, all of it felt powerless before this sweetness.
‘You’re really afraid of men. Because you already know a man’s love is not eternal.’
Yet the words of that damned perverted long-haired man came to mind, as emotions other than sweetness began to rise.
Guilt and the anxiety of betrayal knocked on her heart like shadows.
Whether she deserved to feel such emotions was another matter.
* * *
Surprisingly, the time she struggled trapped in the dark space was quite different from outside.
Fortunately, Professor Racquet had managed to enjoy a short nap before greeting his former students.
“Miss Norton. It seems your clothes have changed…”
“That’s because it’s a blouse that changes color every hour.”
“…”
Professor Racquet slowly scanned the three from left to right.
Magnus Napier, whose lips were chapped from how long he’d been doing something; his lab slave with her blouse changed and cheeks still flushed; Carter Livingston, with his normally crisp shirt collar now rumpled.
The old professor, recalling their student days in uniform, glanced up at the ceiling for a moment before nodding.
‘Right, they’re newlyweds.’
It was common knowledge, even among aging professors like Racquet, that these two male students had long been watching Eugenie Norton. Around graduation, the professors even joked about when they might formally propose.
…Of course, no one had ever imagined that Eugenie would end up marrying both of them.
“Well then, Miss Norton. Have you thought more about what I said earlier? About your thesis topic.”
“…Yes.”
“Are you thinking of changing the topic and rewriting it?”
“No, professor. I intend to keep the thesis topic as it is.”
“Miss Norton, are you ignoring what I said?”
“Absolutely not. And don’t worry.”
Eugenie lifted the teacup from the stand. Though her fingers still trembled slightly, her voice was resolute.
“I’ll take care of all the obstacles before the semester begins.”
This time, she would earn her doctorate and finally settle the long-standing grudges that had followed her since her teenage years.
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