Chapter 190
Magnus gripped narrow and twitching waist with both hands. Even Eugenie had to admit his hands were beautiful, but when lust clouded every sense to the tips of her hair, they felt utterly brutal. Especially when those hands forced her down with raw strength.
“Na-Napier!”
“You said you needed a caregiving fee.”
“Hngh—nngh!”
“Then, haah, hurry and take me—”
Thump!
Before he could finish, his shaft—still trailing beads of her arousal—rammed upward without restraint. She had barely grown accustomed to the violence of him splitting her open from below, and now he had pierced her completely. Broken cries tumbled from Eugenie’s lips.
“Ah—ah—ahhh!”
This was nothing like their usual encounters—no teasing of her b*****s or any other tender spot. Just brute s*x. But when the tip of his long shaft struck deep inside her pleasure center, a fizzing ecstasy swept her mind away in an instant.
The wet sounds didn’t even ring clearly.
The noise was muffled, drowned by the way he spread her trembling flesh again and again, the way he thrust and pressed against that over-sensitive, hidden spot as if trying to skewer it entirely. Each impact of his pelvis made her b*****s bounce with the recoil.
“Haah… Norton.”
“Ah—ahh…!”
“How is it? Good enough for a caregiving fee?”
“Ah—nngh!”
Eugenie wailed as he battered her, pulling back quickly only to slam deeper than before. Her walls twisted and squeezed around his relentless shaft, trying to fight back. But against a man who ruthlessly targeted only the most sensitive point, she was helpless.
“Hnngh…!”
Starving for pleasure, her body welcomed the sharp peak without resistance. But the climax didn’t stop at just one. Magnus, who had been gripping her waist with both hands, instead seized both her wrists and worked the muscles of his hips like a jockey riding a thoroughbred.
“Ah! Ah—hngh!”
“You need more, don’t you, Norton?”
Was he not going to let her savor even the lingering echo of pleasure? But by the time tears welled at the second and third suffocating peaks, her vision had begun to flicker darkly.
‘This is…’
It wasn’t just from the overwhelming pleasure, the sensation of falling from a cliff.
‘…This must be the secret Napier is about to show me.’
And this would be the ‘final secret’ of the husbands she had seen.
Soon, the familiar black veil fell over her eyes once more.
* * *
…When Eugenie opened her eyes.
The first thing she saw was a very familiar ivory wallpaper.
‘Hmm… that’s the wallpaper from the Norton estate’s drawing room.’
And… as she slowly moved her stiff gaze, the glimpse of trousers and sleeves came into view—clothes that looked unmistakably familiar.
Weren’t they exactly the same outfit Magnus Napier had been wearing in the memory that tree pervert had shown her?
Then this must be that very day when eighteen-year-old Magnus Napier had stormed into the Norton estate to confess to her.
‘Thank goodness. Then this must continue from the part I didn’t see last time—!’
But just as she let out a sigh of relief, Eugenie flinched at the scene unfolding through Magnus’s eyes.
He was clutching his chest so tightly that his expensive vest crumpled beneath his grip.
“—Hrk… ugh…!”
“Sir Napier?”
Theodora, who had been seated across from him, rose unsteadily.
“Sir, what—”
Before she could finish, Magnus collapsed from his chair.
He couldn’t breathe. No, he had forgotten how to breathe entirely. Sharing his senses, Eugenie instantly realized what was happening.
‘The petrification is spreading to the rest of his body!’
At that time, the condition had only appeared on his wrist. But somehow, in the middle of having tea with Theodora, it spread in an instant.
From his wrist, to his forearm, to his shoulder… and even toward his chest, close to his lungs.
“Help… please help me…”
Magnus pleaded desperately with the woman before him. Faced with the terror of death, he had completely forgotten who she was.
“Please…”
He dropped to his knees at her feet and reached out, while she watched him with a cold, observant gaze. His thoughts churned wildly.
‘There’s something I still haven’t told Norton. That’s why I came here…’
But unlike him, who was writhing in pain, Theodora Norton remained perfectly calm. With her dim, amber eyes, she simply looked down at him.
“I had intended… to give someone else a chance.”
“—ghk…!”
“…But perhaps you would be more useful to Eugenie than the others. Napier… do you want me to save you?”
“P-please… save me…!”
“…Even if doing so will cost me the rest of my life?”
Theodora murmured, her voice as faint as someone already dying.
And Magnus Napier nodded frantically.
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