For My Birthday, I Was Gifted Five Husbands - Chapter 120

“Ha, I told you not to squeeze so hard.”

“Uuugh!”

“Stay still.”

Along with his commanding tone, a firm pressure rolled her c**t beneath his palm. A dizzying sensation hit her like a kick from the sky.

Her vision spun wildly from overwhelming pleasure, and her tongue trembled as if numb at the root. Her naked body was licked all over, while both b*****s were drawn into different mouths. One side wrapped with a sticky tongue, while the other persistently sucked as if trying to pull something out.

“Hng, ah! Ahh!”

Even as her upper area was tormented, the slow pounding didn’t stop. Her senses were heightened so much she could feel even the tiniest particles on her skin.

When Percival bit her neck from behind, she could no longer endure and shook her head, sobbing.

“I feel like I’m dying, ah, ah!”

At this rate, she’d be recorded as the Empire’s first woman to die from excessive pleasure despite being a wife of multiple husbands.

But in broad daylight, those who usually respected her words acted deaf to her pleas. All of them pressed their desires against her body, blatantly displaying possessiveness.

“Madam isn’t going to die, ugh.”

“Gah…!”

Even Percival harshly chastised her before finally filling her completely. It was like pouring a bottle of sweet fruit wine down her throat, making her head spin.

“Hrr… uuugh… ung!”

Her body softened, and Percival withdrew with a quiet, animal-like sigh. Despite being so roughly handled, she gave a moan when his swollen tip slipped free and scratched inside.

“You really don’t listen, Eugenie.”

Then Carter, panting with heated breaths, gripped her waist with both hands.

Hopefully, she wouldn’t be bruised tomorrow. Wishing so, he stirred deeply into her sticky, teasing walls.

“Carter, I’m… cumming…!”

Her vaginal muscles convulsed from yet another climax whose count she’d long lost track of. She tried to protest more stimulation, but immediately her tearful cries followed, her jaw trembling as her eyes shot upward.

“Hng, uugh…!”

The flesh that had filled her gradually withdrew, along with the vital energy pooling inside that was evenly absorbed. Even considering how soaked everything between her legs was, it was as if they’re all in the wrong place.

“Ah… ahh.”

After such an intense encounter, one might expect fainting or complete ruin underneath there. But though her mind melted in pleasure, her body revived at last. The hole that had taken two husbands already gleamed seductively in the lamplight as it writhed in longing.

“Eugenie, get on your stomach.”

“Hng, Alfred, ah, mm!”

This time, the shaft warmed by her hand slid inside suddenly from behind. The emptiness that momentarily bothered her was instantly replaced by burning pleasure. Each time the man’s muscular waist collided with her, untouched spots awakened.

“Mm, ah, ahh, ah…”

It was madness. Her vision flickered wildly, her mind hazy as if rolling in mud, yet her body improved, driving her crazy.

“Hng, uh, hng.”

“Eugenie Norton.”

A voice filled with desire and bitterness called her. Following it, Eugenie frantically stuck out her tongue, saliva dripping from the heavy fullness wrapped around her tongue.

Fingers loosely stroked her head while sticky wetness spread between her legs. Soft moans slipped through parted lips, soon joined by a man’s escalating groans above her head…

Warm fluids filled the delicate inner membranes of her mouth.

‘Tastes like cherry.’

Wondering what fruit it was, she realized it was this taste.

But that dreamy thought was soon drowned out by the squelching sounds that followed.

‘Oh, mother…’

Again, Eugenie lamented silently for the hundredth time or more, twisting her pelvis as she sobbed in embarrassment.

And she truly hoped never to have to reverse someone’s time again.

* * *

As they secretly left their capital honeymoon home late at night, Eugenie, asleep beside Carter in the automobile, nodded off. After the noisy six-person s*x, she had cried out, “If this goes on, my brain will really melt,” then passed out completely.

Thanks to that, her condition was now perfect.

‘Can I say she’s fully awakened now?’

Carter lowered his eyes while resting her trembling head on his shoulder.

‘What if you had accepted my confession?’

She might have spent her days studying what she loved, rolling on the floor asleep, while he took care of her…

In a quiet but proper town with bookstores. Escaping the plan set by Richard and the temple.

‘But now, it’s too late.’

Tristan had collapsed, and Eugenie’s powers had been confirmed. The time was coming when even the “other husbands” would be less necessary. Eugenie seemed to have grown fond of living with everyone, but Carter had no intention of dragging this moment out.

Yet as night deepened and the automobile’s interior grew dark, Carter interlaced his fingers with Eugenie’s.

Perhaps he’d wanted to hold her hand like this at least once.