For My Birthday, I Was Gifted Five Husbands - Chapter 154

The sweetness she felt chugging down her throat was enough to melt her mind. It was so delicious, so overwhelmingly intense, that it was almost hard to breathe.

‘God, it feels so good. I love it.’

That thick, almost syrupy fruit flavor filled her mouth until drool trickled messily from the corner of her lips. But at this rate, she felt like she might end up leaking something that wasn’t just arousal.

Eugenie forgot entirely who she was with as she pleaded mindlessly. But the more she squirmed, the more her movement only helped him tease her further.

“P-please, pull out, I—I’m about to—ah!”

“Oh, Norton…”

“Please, I’m… aaah!”

Tears pooled in her eyes as she begged, squeezing them shut.

“I—I’m going to come!”

“In that case, I really can’t pull out.”

Magnus shot her a fierce grin, completely disregarding her plea. He could pull out now, sure, but if he did, her cute daisy-embroidered blouse would get absolutely soaked.

“I can’t just let you walk away looking like a mess, can I?”

“Mm—mmph!”

“Isn’t that right?”

There was no answer to his final question. She was far too busy convulsing around him as her body sent every signal of impending climax.

“Ah…!”

Eugenie’s eyes flew open, feeling it coming. She was always sensitive, but now—with this new spot being stimulated—the pleasure was already more than she could handle.

She needed to pause, just for a moment, before she lost herself completely.

“Don’t run from it.”

But even as she shuddered soundlessly in o****m, his thrusts never stopped. This time, he pried her thighs apart even further, pinching her c**t just to push her over the edge.

“You said you wanted to know my secret, didn’t you?”

“Haaah!”

“Then you’ll have to take all of me.”

“Uh…!”

She sobbed, her vision swimming with tears, as if someone was grabbing her shoulders from behind and dragging her down into a sea of pleasure. One of her shoes finally slipped off, clattering loudly to the ground.

But even that noise did nothing to hide the lewd wet sounds between them, the friction of their joining, or the helpless moans echoing through her climax.

* * *

“…Napier.”

When the wild, tangled mess in the gazebo finally ended, Eugenie gritted her teeth in frustration. Her face was a blotchy red mess, and even after wiping herself down with Napier’s expensive handkerchief, she still ached below.

But that wasn’t the reason she glared at his shameless face.

“After all that, I didn’t see anything…!”

“Oh, really now.”

“You—!”

Unlike with Cassius, Alfred, or Percival, she couldn’t see anything—none of the ‘memory sharing’ happened at all.

Did the ‘unlock conditions’ get more complicated depending on how stubborn the partner was? Maybe that was it.

Magnus, too, clicked his tongue as he straightened her clothes. He’d always found it easier to show things than say them out loud.

But if once wasn’t enough…

“I’ll come to you tonight, then.”

“…Tonight?”

“Of course. You asked me to, didn’t you?”

Finally, she dropped her angry look and met his eyes properly.

“If once isn’t enough, we can try again in a proper bed.”

“….”

Eugenie scowled again, but nodded. She was the one who suggested it, after all—there was no point trying to back out now.

“I’m going to check on Elaine. And don’t—don’t follow me.”

If they walked out together, it would be obvious to anyone what they’d just done.

“As you wish, Madam.”

Magnus smiled lopsidedly. What a prickly woman.

He watched as Eugenie hurried past him, heading for the girl peeking from behind the distant shrubs.

‘Tonight, then.’

That was just as well. He hadn’t been able to bring what he wanted on this walk, but he had something to give her, too.

At that moment, he caught sight of a woman with a striking shade of lavender hair—supposedly a relative of that annoyingly cheerful Cassius Lysander.

But her eyes were nothing like his, far less expressive or warm.

‘What on earth is she thinking?’

Those flat, stone-cold eyes made him feel strangely uneasy. Still, it was the first time a girl around Eugenie’s age had stuck around since May Chester, so he let it go for now.

The problem came when their eyes met.

If she’d just stayed blank from start to finish, it wouldn’t have mattered.

But for a split second, he caught the look of a wild animal, just before a hunt.