For My Birthday, I Was Gifted Five Husbands - Chapter 188

‘I’d rather keep this to myself forever than be rejected by Norton.’

When did that feeling start—the desire to be remembered as perfect in front of the person he liked?

‘All we ever did at the academy was get on each other’s nerves.’

The thought was absurd… and yet had a bit of choked up emotions. But that could wait.

The moment the strength finally drained from his grip, Eugenie didn’t hesitate. She placed her hand against his chest.

‘It’s working…’

A warm haze rippled from her palm, struggling to restore his body to a state untouched by damage. Her vision blurred as if all the moisture in her body were being drained, everything around her sharpening too intensely until dizziness set in.

Even so, Eugenie forced herself to speak through ragged breaths.

“Were you scared of this?”

“……”

“You’ve always underestimated me. Back then and now.”

She frowned as she looked down at him. After the teleportation to Corbenic and using her power to suppress his curse, her mana was completely depleted.

‘Damn… I can barely breathe.’

It felt like she was standing at a high altitude again, her lungs straining as if they couldn’t get enough air.

But before she lost consciousness, there was something she wanted to say to Magnus Napier.

“With this… I win.”

She wasn’t even sure what she had won. But for some reason, she wanted to say it, just once, with that same arrogance.

“…Yeah. You’re right.”

Magnus muttered, watching the woman straddling him, gasping for breath.

Grades at the academy… he couldn’t even remember them anymore. But from the moment he had first spoken to Eugenie Norton, he had known.

‘Ah… there’s no way I’ll ever beat this girl.’

Because of his pride and his family name, he had never admitted it out loud. Nut the truth was, he had never really wanted to defeat her.

From the very beginning…

“—ngh.”

Magnus bit his lip, a faint flush rising on his pale face. At some point, Eugenie had ended up seated on his lap.

The feeling of her rubbing against him, sliding back and forth with subtle pressure, sent a thin current of electricity through him.

The touch he felt the moment the petrification faded was raw—like the first time he’d ever felt desire. And when he realized it wasn’t just his own fluid wetting his trousers, but hers as well, his vision burned.

“Norton, you—”

“Hngh, Napier.”

The words came out mangled from Eugenie’s mouth. Her face was pale, drained of blood—yet her hips didn’t stop grinding against him.

When he bucked his hips reflexively, her c**t was pressed hard, and a sweet moan escaped.

“Nngh…!”

“Norton…”

“Haah… Napier… I…”

Eugenie slowly spread her knees and whispered. Her mind wandered to what he must be seeing and shame made her lower belly feel like a heated brand.

He would see her underwear, already soaked with liquid, and the inner skin of her thighs. And because she was wearing pale gray, the wet patches would look even more obscene than if she’d worn black or white.

But she wasn’t ashamed of that anymore.

Eugenie traced her fingers gently from his now flawless pectorals down to his abs. She remembered how she used to burn with frustration when she was naked and he was still irritatingly clothed.

Now the roles were reversed. She was the one dressed. Magnus was the one flushed and panting, his clothes loosened by her touch.

“Mmh.”

Her fine hairs rose with pleasure. Her arousal, which had only trickled slowly before, now gushed with each flutter of her entrance. Enough to soak not only her underwear but his trousers as well.

With trembling, straining hands, she gripped the waistband of his trousers. At her touch, a groan of boiling desire escaped him—and the mass in her hand grew heavy instantly. The thought of how far it might reach if she took it now made her spine tingle.

“I’m… too desperate right now…”

She knew it wasn’t ethical to do this to someone who’d just come back from the brink of death. But now their positions had reversed—she was the one about to die.

“Don’t you think it’s time your wife collected her caregiving fee?”

And maybe, after this, she’d finally understand.

Why the tree pervert had said that Napier had betrayed her too.