Chapter 22
“Hng—kuh!”
Thanks to how thoroughly she was already drenched, he slid in effortlessly. Outside, the musicians played encore after encore, their melodies swelling through the air.
Just as the tranquil notes crescendoed into passion—Hic, hick!—his hips drove upward, burying himself to the hilt between her gasping breaths.
“Ah—hah…! Ngh!”
The deeper he thrust, the tighter her walls clenched around him, as if trying to chew through his c**k. Each time he pulled back, her flushed inner flesh clung wetly to his thick shaft before being dragged out again.
Esina’s vision whited out.
‘I’m going to die.’
Her legs trembled uselessly. When she began shaking uncontrollably, Herman flipped her onto the desk and started pounding into her in earnest. Thud, thud! Her b******s jiggled obscenely with each impact of his pelvis against hers.
Noticing her skin flushed red, Herman chuckled lowly—a sound that set Esina’s ears aflame.
The fact that they were doing this with guests just outside had long since fled his mind. Crinkle. Documents scattered across the desk crumpled under Esina’s grasping hands, some already smeared with sticky fluid.
Just as she gulped down a breath—BANG!—lightning struck her mind. Herman had aimed straight for that spot deep inside her, the pleasure teetering dangerously close to pain.
“Ah! Nn—ah! Hah—ahh!”
Her loud moans drowned beneath the wild violin strings and pounding piano keys. When his fist-sized tip thumped against her cervix, Esina finally broke, mouth falling open in a sobbing wail.
“Ngh… hhk…!”
Herman’s brow furrowed sharply. Watching the woman he’d been tormenting gasp and writhe sent his emotions careening dangerously out of control. He flipped Esina onto her stomach, then whispered into her ear as if speaking to himself:
“How many times do I have to say it?”
“S-Say what…?”
“How many times must I tell you not to like it so much, Esina?”
“Ah—”
“You can’t keep doing this.”
Esina’s eyes narrowed at his words. To her, it was just him repeating himself—something irritating. But to Herman, it looked like the gaze of someone wounded.
Ignoring the sudden tightness in his chest, Herman drove into her as if trying to carve himself into her very flesh. Saliva dripped from her lips as his length pressed visibly against her stomach with each thrust.
“Ah—t-too deep…!”
No matter how many times she experienced it, she never grew accustomed to his size or the sensation. When Esina shook her head weakly, Herman gripped her chin and crushed his lips against hers in a messy kiss—as if trying to erase the look he’d just seen in her eyes.
“Hng…!”
After hanging onto him awkwardly for what felt like forever, she finally felt him swell inside her. At the same time, the music outside reached its crescendo, signaling the finale.
“Tch—”
Once he’d thoroughly filled her, Herman slowly pulled out. Thick, frothy streaks of white dripped between her thighs as he withdrew.
“Haah…”
The warmth of his body vanished as he stepped back. Feeling nothing in particular toward Herman—who detached himself without hesitation—Esina lay sprawled across the office desk, catching her breath.
Rustle. The sound of Herman redressing. Click. The bathroom door attached to the study opened and shut.
‘I’m dead.’
She’d moaned and cried like she enjoyed it, but it had still been overwhelming. Honestly, at this rate, Herman would need to find another mistress soon.
Then, a realization struck her.
‘…If I step aside, won’t he just attach himself to someone else?’
Now that she thought about it, maybe the problem was her constant presence. Having reached that conclusion, Esina abruptly sat up and began dressing. Her body was utterly exhausted, and all she wanted was to rest.
‘I should go soak in a hot bath and take a nap.’
She’d add aromatic oils, maybe even rose petals.
‘It’s not like he didn’t just buy me that sapphire mine, after all.’
Though her memories of the original story were patchy, the moment she’d seen the map, that sapphire mine had miraculously come to mind.
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