Chapter 131
Eugenie understood why Percival was apologizing.
But who could have expected someone to come here and suddenly lose control like that?
If it had been another husband rolling around with her at the bottom of the mine… she might have thrown some biting jokes and jabs. But somehow, Percival seemed like he might cry if she did that, so she held back.
Instead, Eugenie gently patted his back and murmured,
“It’s okay… if you can control it yourself, then it’s not really a matter of your constitution.”
“…”
“As long as Percival didn’t get hurt, and nobody else got hurt either, that’s what matters.”
Percival still buried his face in Eugenie’s pale neck. Honestly, he had felt ashamed ever since their first night together.
He was glad to have given her pleasure, but compared to other men, he was undeniably awkward…
‘Maybe Madam is already tired of that side of me.’
Maybe his extra politeness toward her was his way of keeping a subtle distance.
Wilberforce, Livingston, and Napier had all been acquainted with her from the start. He wished he could say the same, but no proper opportunity had come his way.
Still, even Cassius Lysander—who wasn’t even close to familiar with her—mingled warmly with Eugenie, which made Percival feel a bit lonely. He had secretly hoped to make a better impression since they had come to the Troys territory after all…
“Thank you, Madam.”
Percival muttered softly. He hadn’t expected her to accept his embarrassing side and gently pat him like this. Feeling both ashamed and comforted, a warm emotion blossomed inside his chest.
Eugenie couldn’t help but smile faintly at his embarrassed gratitude.
“…Percival, though.”
“Hm?”
Eugenie bit her lip with some difficulty. She felt guilty having to bring this up in such a tender moment.
She had broken the seal, even conjured chains with magic.
Thanks to that, the muscle pain that should have ended like after riding a bike for two hours was gradually turning into something like altitude sickness—a dreadful pain caused by her magic running low.
But wasn’t she the one who had just scolded himself with “Remember where you are!”?
Isn’t that a bit hypocritical?
“Ugh…!”
Yes, it was.
‘If I don’t change my mind now, I might not leave this place alive.’
She had to do it now. She hadn’t officially escaped graduate school yet. She couldn’t have a tombstone reading, ‘Eugenie Norton, wife of five husbands, failed to earn a doctorate’.
So, swallowing her embarrassment, she pressed her legs together where the still-heated pillar remained. When she clung to him first, Percival’s muscular upper body flinched.
“Could you just help me with this one thing…?”
“M-Madam, but—”
“Before anyone else comes, hurry…”
“Madam, but if we do it here—”
He had been the one to flirt and suggest mating first, after all.
Trying to reason with the restless Percival, Eugenie grimaced in pain and slumped.
“I think I’m going to pass out like last time…”
“Madam…!”
“Really, I’m… going to die…”
Before Eugenie’s consciousness faded, the arms holding her tightened firmly. How terrified had he been when she had fallen ill after the hunting festival?
Just like when his family had died helplessly long ago.
“…I can’t leave you like this.”
Percival’s touch became urgent. He pulled down her pants to her thighs, trembling legs exposed. Luckily, the earlier friction had left some moisture—the white underwear was semi-transparent enough to reveal her pubic hair.
Before, he had started with his tongue and hands, but there was no time for that now. He grasped the shrinking pillar, barely reduced after his transformation, and pulled it out from his waistband.
Though part of his own body, the coarse, swollen flesh was grotesque. Yet the p***s, oblivious to its ugliness, eagerly quivered at the sight of his mate.
“Huff, forgive me… for starting without properly preparing.”
“Ah, uh—!”
Eugenie swallowed a groan as her tongue stiffened in pain.
The blunt, large tip pushed boldly inside her. The position shifted instantly from lying down to her sitting atop him by his hands.
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