For My Birthday, I Was Gifted Five Husbands - Chapter 189

This was the first time Eugenie had ever climbed on top of a partner first.

All five of her previous husbands had preferred to take the lead. She hadn’t minded either, since it saved her the trouble of moving.

‘Come to think of it, I had to save my strength to keep up with their boundless stamina. That was the wise choice.’

So her husbands had usually been the ones to undress her, to devour her with fierce, passionate caresses—like savoring the sweetest thing in the world.

But this time, Eugenie pulled down her own underwear. As the gray fabric slid down her pale thighs, a thin, long trace of her excitement clung to it before breaking. Her hands trembled as she kicked it off her ankles.

“Nngh…”

Her body was already warming up for what was to come. But more than that… the way he stared at her with those pale green eyes sent excitement racing up her spine.

There was something about his gaze that was full of raw, voyeuristic desire, that didn’t make her feel uncomfortable at all. If anything, she found it strangely fascinating.

She used to think that look was just a physical urge born from their magical contract. Even if the marriage had been forced, at least their bodies were compatible…

‘Napier, why did you love me?’

But the Napier in her memories had definitely come to confess. What was it about their academy days that had stirred him?

She parted the fabric revealing his straining e******n and licked her lips.

‘Good grief, he’s energetic.’

His body had been on the verge of death moments ago—but his shaft didn’t care. It was already stiff and swollen. As Eugenie stroked him from base to tip, his whole body shuddered as if he’d come from that alone. Clear fluid leaked from his slit, sticky between her fingers.

Magnus threw his head back, overwhelmed by the sensation pounding through his skull like kneaded clay. The veins in his throat stood out, flushed with arousal.

“Urk.”

Damn it. How did Eugenie Norton manage to undo him with such clumsy touches? She wasn’t skilled—she was usually the one being touched, not the one doing the touching.

But even if she never got any better at this, even just the way she breathed would be enough to push a man over the edge.

Eugenie’s cheeks flushed with curiosity and excitement as she whispered.

“You’re turning bright red.”

From his cheeks to his throat to his abs, Magnus Napier’s skin was red with a slight fever. Of course, the part so red it was almost purple was the one that fit barely in one hand.

At her subtle mockery, Magnus nearly scowled on reflex. The old competitiveness, rooted in him for so long, refused to fade.

But he managed to curl his lips into a smirk.

“Shut that rude mouth and put it in already.”

“Hnngh…”

“You need it too, don’t you?”

Eugenie’s lower belly throbbed hotly at his taunt. Why did humans fall so easily for such provoking words?

“You’re right.”

But the truth was the truth. She planted her knees on his either side and lifted herself slightly. The moment the tip of his rigid shaft pressed against her perineum, a sweet moan escaped her.

“Nngh… hnngh.”

Rubbing her c**t with another man’s shaft—holding it like a brush—felt electric. Even the lightest touch made her sensitive nub stand out, and now, touched by the very thing that would soon bring her greater pleasure, it flushed a deep pink.

No matter how hard she bit her lower lip, those pitiful sounds wouldn’t stop.

“Haah… ah.”

She would have liked to keep teasing like this if she had time, but unfortunately, a chill was already creeping through her. If she didn’t replenish her exhausted mana with a man’s vital energy soon, symptoms like altitude sickness would set in.

‘I can’t just start retching and pass out before we even begin.’

After rubbing her c**t with the soft, sponge-like head, she slowly guided it to the edge of her entrance. Her opening, already slick with arousal, parted to accommodate the thick foreign mass.

‘Ah… this is still hard.’

Letting someone else push into her versus consciously relaxing and taking it in herself, the former was so much easier than expected. Even though they’d been together enough times to lose count, she could barely get the tip inside before her head fell back.

“Ah… ah.”

She wanted more of him inside her. She needed to bury that energy-packed shaft deep and move her hips. But this unfamiliar position was already overwhelming.

Still, the hesitation as she hunched over was brief.

“At this rate, when will you ever take me in?”