For My Birthday, I Was Gifted Five Husbands - Chapter 36

The heavy bed now creaked with faint noises. But those sounds were drowned out by Percival’s voice as he nibbled on her earlobe from behind.

“Then I’ll keep feeding you here from now on.”

“No, no, please…!”

The thought of being continually filled by that enormous, bumpy member was overwhelming. Eugenie took the brief moment when he withdrew slightly to instinctively crawl toward the headboard. She knew that if this continued, she would surely lose her mind.

However, Percival showed no mercy as he firmly gripped her hips with both hands and pulled her back roughly.

Thud!

The bubbling fluids dripped down her thighs. With every sensation feeling heightened, her body trembled helplessly.

Once again, the relentless pressure filled her, and she pressed her head into the sheets, pleading.

“Ugh, it’s stretching, I can’t…!”

“It’s not stretching, you’re fine.”

As Percival said, Eugenie’s lower lips obediently accepted him. Even if he intended to push deep, she would still be responsive and eager.

Like milking her, Percival kneaded both of Eugenie’s br-asts from below. Each time his hands, coated in soft skin, stuck to her like cream, his member inside her swelled even more.

Of course, the consequences of that swelling were something Eugenie had to endure completely.

“Ah…! Aah…!”

“Haah, Madam.”

“Ugh, mm!”

He would push deep until he reached the hilt, then deliberately pull out slowly. His slick member, glistening with their mixed fluids, looked grotesque. This beastly version of himself, driven by desire, was the part Percival most wanted to hide.

But at this point, Eugenie wouldn’t be shocked by it.

“It’s so hot, ah, ugh…!”

What truly mattered was how intensely he was thrusting inside her. With every withdrawal of his member, the previously released fluid mixed with her juices and oozed out.

“Ugh.”

Slowly, Percival could feel the urge to release building again. He couldn’t even remember how many times he had filled her with his desires. All that occupied his mind was the need to keep pouring himself into this woman.

“Ugh, mm, ah…”

And the only meaningful thing in this moment was the presence of the woman who was accepting him while moaning softly.

On the other hand, Eugenie had given up on struggling. She had long since lost her senses, except for the fact that she was still aware of her surroundings.

“Ugh…!”

Whenever her sensitive spots brushed against the tip of his member, a faint moan escaped her lips. Even from her tightly sealed core, thin streams of fluid flowed out.

If she was in her right mind, she would feel embarrassed by the sounds she made, but they barely registered in her ears. All Eugenie could think about was how badly she wanted to pass out.

However, every time he thrust into her, the rising pleasure made even that impossible.

“Ah, ah…!”

The peak of ecstasy kept washing over her, painting her vision white. It felt as if she was being melted from the inside, only to be brought back to life repeatedly. The sporadic sparks of sensation that pierced from inside her to the top of her head made Eugenie’s cries ring out.

It was truly a night of animalistic coupling.

* * *

Seven years ago.

“That’s my daughter, Duke Troys.”

Eighteen-year-old Percival turned his head to follow the direction the woman was pointing.

He stood in a corner, hidden behind crimson velvet curtains, away from the gaze of the crowd. The woman beside him pointed toward the ballroom on the first floor, where a waltz was in full swing.

“Eugenie Norton. She’s seventeen this year.”

“The debutante lady of the year?”

Percival gazed at the girl standing in the corner with her arms crossed.

Eugenie Norton had a pale, bright face, but she had an expression that showed that she was utterly disinterested. Anyone could see that she really wanted to return to the estate quickly.

“…She’s just like you.”

Percival muttered, unable to take his eyes off her. He didn’t need to be formal with anyone, but he addressed this woman with respect even in private.

“Really?”

“Yes.”

He meant it as a compliment, speaking only from the heart. To his eyes, accustomed to the rough landscapes of the outskirts, Mrs. Norton was beautiful, and above all, she was a benefactor of life.

But Mrs. Norton looked somewhat bitter.

“That can’t happen. That girl needs to do better than me.”