Hiya– It’s Me, The Runaway Female Lead - Chapter 41

Anyway, since I had decided to become a limited-time temptress, I felt it was my duty to encourage the dispirited Claude a bit more and strip him down further. Well, maybe this sort of thing actually suits me?

I slyly rolled my hips and teased him, gently caressing the back of Claude’s stiff neck and kissing him, which quickly got a reaction.

“What am I supposed to do if you finish first? I’m not done yet. But… it’s fine, because you can go again right away.”

That was not an exaggeration but the truth. It really didn’t take much time at all. I could feel, in real time, that what had softened for a moment inside me was already becoming hard again.

“You’re really strange today, Ayla… Are you up to something?”

Claude mumbled this as he slowly moved his hips again, as if rekindling dying embers. At the same time, he straightened up, pushed me down onto the bed, and stripped away all the cumbersome clothing. Soon, the two naked bodies were entangled messily together.

As always, his sharp intuition made my heart drop, but the words I said contained more sincerity than deceit, so I was able to endure it.

“I’m not up to anything. It’s just… because I like you so much.”

Saying that, I clung to him with all my might, trying to dispel his last bit of suspicion. Actively and desperately, as if to suppress all the dissatisfaction he’d harbored until now. Barely keeping up as his large member plunged into me, I clung desperately to his neck, even leaving red marks.

“Why are you doing nothing but pretty things today? If you’re trying to kill me… you’ve already half succeeded.”

Though he seemed curious as to why I was acting this way, Claude clearly welcomed it. But that didn’t mean he was completely reassured, either.

“You’re beautiful, Ayla. Just the thought that someone else might see you like this… makes me want to kill every single one of them.”

I still didn’t know why he had such thoughts out of nowhere, but giving him the words he wanted to hear wasn’t difficult.

“Ah, no, ngh, only for you, ah, I’ll only show you, Young Master…”

Claude seemed satisfied with my answer, giving a pleased smile. The reward came in the form of rough thrusts. As if to make up for his earlier, hasty climax, he drove me to ecstasy with his powerful movements, and before long, I was collapsing in his arms.

Though my memory was a bit hazy, I think it was only after we did it another five or six times that I was finally able to lay my head on a pillow.

I thought I’d gotten somewhat used to the young master’s insane stamina, but I must have been overconfident.

Unlike me, who couldn’t even lift a finger, Claude still seemed to have plenty of strength left, burrowing into my arms once again without fail.

“Did you like it? You seemed to react better than usual… Tell me in your own words. Hm? How much you liked it, in what way you liked it.”

As if it were an essential procedure that must never be omitted, he started his satisfaction survey again. As my eyelids grew heavy, I suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu. This conversation… it was exactly the same pattern as last time…

“I liked it. It’s always good, but today was especially…”

“Why was it especially good today?”

He seemed happy, but his persistent questioning was still bothersome.

“I don’t know. Um, maybe because the moon is out…?”

He seemed satisfied with my half-hearted answer, no longer pressing me. But soon, a grumbling murmur buzzed against the nape of my neck. Well, it wouldn’t be Claude if things ended just like this.

“You kicked me out like that last time. You acted like you didn’t want me anymore.”

“I did act out, that’s true. But it’s not because I stopped liking you…”

“Really not?”

“Yes, really not.”

“Can you swear?”

“I can swear.”

“Then how could you treat me like that?”

As soon as I gave him a little opening, he pounced with his grievances as if he’d been waiting for the chance. It made me feel a bit uneasy, since I knew I had been acting unnatural.