For My Birthday, I Was Gifted Five Husbands - Chapter 88

However, while Eugenie’s body was trapped in his arms, she couldn’t stop the trembling that came as though her body had lost control.

“Eugenie, what’s wrong, are you okay…!”

Alfred’s voice was frozen with disbelief at the sight.

Blood returned to Tristan’s heart, and the bullet bounced off the new flesh, making a light ‘thunk’ sound as it rebounded. Even the burned cloth from the bullet started to revert to its original state.

“Kugh…”

Above all, Tristan was groaning as he died. He had definitely been killed instantly.

Eugenie used magic for the first time.

“Eugenie…!”

Alfred called out with a mix of confusion and admiration, but then flinched. Eugenie’s face had gone so pale that dark circles had formed under her eyes.

“Ha, huff…”

“Eugenie, wait. Breathe, calm down!”

“Ugh…”

Eugenie, despite keeping her eyes open, couldn’t breathe. She was losing strength so quickly that even the slightest exertion to breathe seemed impossible.

‘What’s happening?’

The moment she thought that even Tristan, disgusting as he was, had to be revived, she felt all her energy drain from her veins, from her scalp to her toes. She had once thought she was at the peak of her life’s vitality, but now it all felt like a lie.

She was really going to die. She was actually going to die.

But just before the darkness of unconsciousness could consume her, Alfred urgently kissed her.

“Mmph, ugh…”

It wasn’t a sweet, gentle kiss to soothe, but a rough and hasty kiss that pushed deep into her mouth.

Cradling the back of her head, Alfred ardently traced his way up from the base of Eugenie’s stiffening tongue, as if intent on marking his territory everywhere.

“Hng, uh. Ah!”

Eugenie gasped for air as their lips briefly parted, but Alfred immediately crashed back, swirling his tongue fiercely. Eugenie was initially struggling to keep up, but she soon wrapped her arms around Alfred’s neck to pull him closer.

It might sound ridiculous but kissing him seemed to infuse her with energy, though not enough to quench what had left. But even a drop of water is precious for a dry throat.

Once Alfred broke away from the kiss, Eugenie was able to speak properly.

But the problem now was the terrible hunger that hit her as soon as he pulled away.

“Bro-Brother, please…!”

“Just a moment, Eugenie.”

Alfred held back Eugenie who was trying to kiss him again as he panted.

“We need to get away from here. Just hold on.”

“No, I can’t…ah, ah.”

Leaning against a tree, Eugenie gasped. The kisses had barely given her enough energy to speak.

“Now…”

Eugenie lifted her dress.

“Fill me up, now.”

A slow trickle of love liquid ran down her trembling thighs.

“Now, please…!”

Her body was already responding in excitement to survive.

Alfred swept his bangs back, exhaling hot breath through his teeth.

His veins pulsed with excitement at the gleaming pale skin. Opposite him, her opening twitched as if begging for him to enter.

“Damn it.”

He too was agitated all over after the events. The moment he saw Eugenie under Tristan’s gun, and watching that bastard come back to life….

“Turn around, Eugenie.”

As he aggressively brushed up his shaft against her dewy perineum, Alfred’s jaw tightened. Even in this insane situation, it was astonishing he could still be aroused.

“Ah, Eugenie…!”

“Quickly, now, ah…!”

Unable to bear the hunger any longer, Eugenie flailed, reaching behind to pull Alfred closer. With no proper preparation, they were no different than animals.

But as the slick tip burrowed into the welcoming entrance, Eugenie bit down on her lower lip to contain her moans.

“Aah! Ah!”

The slippery interior quivered, welcoming the full presence that filled it. Perhaps because she was already so spent, Eugenie felt the heat of his shaft more sensitively than ever before.

The heat, the protruding veins, the thrilling friction as it moved.

She wanted to surrender to the ecstasy that threatened to burst her eardrums. Yet, a sliver of reason made her remember they were still in the hunting grounds.

“More, more, ah…!”

However, it was not strong enough to stop her pleas for rougher thrusting.