Chapter 134
Eugenie, witnessing this through Percival’s eyes, was left speechless.
‘No guilt in a relationship… ?’
She had never heard anyone say that about relationships before.
She had always thought relationships were about piling up things left undone to each other, binding one another…
‘Wasn’t it supposed to be a ‘shackle’ ?’
That’s how it had been with her mother, and with some husbands as well.
‘I thought that was what human relationships were.’
Now she felt like the concept she had been memorizing was actually a misconception formed a hundred years ago.
After the funeral ended, the garden vanished again. Eugenie felt her feet disappear and her spirit float weightlessly, melting into darkness.
* * *
“Madam.”
“Ugh, hmm.”
“Haah, Madam.”
Eugenie tilted her head back and took a deep, laborious breath. She had already realized she had returned from the ‘secret.’ The abandoned mine below was still visible before her eyes; she couldn’t not notice.
“Hah…!”
But the pillar thrusting into her made only beastly cries escape. The coarse protrusions on the shaft ruthlessly teased inside her. Her folds, which had already been stretched smooth, leaked tears with each stroke.
It tickled, driving her mad. She should stop and get up, but the urge to be further stroked almost made her lose her mind.
In the worst case, she might even beg to be knotted, so Eugenie clapped a hand over her mouth.
“Hmm, ugh, mm!”
“Have you seen my memory?”
Percival asked in a rough, lustful voice as he twisted and flicked her teeth-marked areola. Even his clumsy touch only sweetly stimulated her in this situation.
“Ah…!”
Percival sat facing Eugenie and thrust relentlessly. Though his pace was short, the wide-open entrance dripped with foamy fluids and squelched with each movement.
“Hah, Percival, ah, mm!”
“Hah, am I filling you properly, Madam?”
Percival arched his slender waist and gently caressed her slightly swollen belly. The thick pillar embedded inside made it feel taut and full.
“I guess no.”
“Huff, uh, uh!”
“Even after two times, it still seems insufficient.”
Each time the grotesque flesh entered or exited, a mixture of fluids leaked out. In truth, Eugenie was filled to the brim.
“Ahhh…!”
Yet Percival awakened her sensitive spots repeatedly. He clutched his heated n*****s against his chest and moved his hips so fiercely she could feel the tip deep in her throat.
“Huff, uh!”
Eugenie dug her nails into Percival’s shoulder and endured. Even in the dark, glossy from the lamp light, her left hand sparkled brilliantly.
From thumb to pinky, each finger adorned a ring that seemed to glow on its own. The violet gemstone ring Percival had given her suited her well, but…
It wasn’t the only wedding ring, but one of five.
His half-closed purple eyes spread a dull light.
“This won’t do after all.”
Even with the magical leash on, his possessiveness burned fiercely.
This wasn’t about constitution, nor the instinct of a monster to reproduce, nor the affectionate duty bound by contract.
“Sharing Madam with other men…”
“Huff, uh, wait…!”
Eugenie bit her lower lip, trying to suppress the pleasure. But Percival grabbed her chin and pressed his lips roughly against hers, making her mouth open involuntarily.
The bestial cries of pleasure she had been letting out were swallowed by his tongue. He explored her thoroughly, and even the only spot she could breathe in was filled entirely with Percival.
“Ah…!”
But when climax overtook her without warning, Eugenie’s body stiffened. Percival watched, intoxicated by her dazed, struggling state.
“…I really want you to be only mine.”
This was precisely what Percival Troys desired.
Looking back later, Eugenie realized their relationship began to change rapidly from the moment he said those words.
Not only with Percival, but with all five husbands as well.
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