Portrait of An Arrogant Master - Chapter 132

Had Macy been thinking too much about the name relationship? After all, not everyone falls in love with their name masters… Especially for those who are married, the relationship might often be purely transactional, focused on mutual healing.

“Do you have an idea of how the situation will unfold now?”

“Yes, a little…”

In a fit of anger, Macy hadn’t considered the consequences later, but Eren had already figured out how to organize everything in his mind.

However, wasn’t the most important person missing from this plan?

“What about Lady Werfel?”

Macy thought that Eren having a mistress wouldn’t sit well with the Lady Werfel she knew.

“Does she… think it’s okay that you have a mistress?”

No, she would likely be outraged. After all, Macy was the artist who painted their engagement portrait. It felt like a betrayal, especially since they had been so friendly, even sending Macy an invitation.

“It’s not that she thinks it’s okay; she’s in no position to say anything.”

“Why is that?”

“Just know that when the three of us are together, you can kiss me, but Lady Werfel won’t be able to say a word. She’ll have to act like my fiance in public.”

Macy didn’t fully understand Eren’s words but nodded anyway, assuming their relationship wasn’t as good as she thought.

“If you don’t like that, then I’ll prioritize coming to you like this. Because I love you.”

He pressed his lips tenderly to her forehead, as if he truly loved her. Yesterday, she had been happy to receive such affection, but now that her rationality had returned, it felt somewhat pointless.

“You can stop now…”

“Stop what?”

Eren asked, seeming completely unaware of what she meant.

“You don’t have to pretend. I was just a bit upset yesterday. Love isn’t something that can be forced. So it’s okay.”

Macy realized that Eren’s decision to love hadn’t come from a resolve, and she couldn’t start that from today. Forcing such feelings was selfish, especially when it was demanded as if her life depended on it.

What else could that be if not a form of coercion? No matter how cold Eren usually was, he wouldn’t just stand by if she were to die because of it.

Macy felt guilty about her actions from yesterday.

“Does it sound like I’m doing this out of obligation, as if I’m forcing myself because I’m aware of your feelings? Was that what you meant?”

Eren replied, seemingly incredulous.

“It’s not quite like that…”

“I like you. I love you.”

His hand, which had been resting on her waist, gently enveloped her br-ast. Beneath his large hand, her br-ast seemed to flatten. It felt like her n–ples were swollen to about twice their usual size from how much he had touched them throughout the night. A tingling pleasure radiated from the swollen flesh.

Eren’s other hand was kneading the inner thigh, rubbing against her warm, softened skin.

“With this much freedom to touch, since we love each other, we can share the bath together, right?”

“Wait a minute…”

Eren pushed her legs apart with his palm, and his thick fingers slid smoothly inside her. The slow, rhythmic movement felt tantalizing as it glided with the water.

“You said you wouldn’t do this…”

“I have to clean you up properly. It’s too deep for just your fingers to reach.”

It was a flimsy excuse. But with her arms and legs bound, she was unable to move. He began to thrust his fingers quickly, producing a splashing sound.

“Ugh, ah! Hmm!”

Macy’s gasps echoed throughout the bathroom, reverberating like an echo, which made her feel even more embarrassed.

She rubbed her face against Eren’s chest, wrapping her hands around his arm as if pleading for him to hold her. Eren willingly allowed her to turn and cuddle into him, planting soft kisses on the name inscribed across her chest.

The steam enveloped them, making her body feel warm. It felt as if she was melting into the water.

“It feels… strange.”

“That’s just a good feeling.”

“It is good, but… my body feels too sensitive. Every place you touch tingles, and I keep tightening down there…”

Eren’s lips traveled down to her br-ast, circling around her n–ple with his tongue. Each time he teased her, a high-pitched sound escaped her lips.

Meanwhile, his fully e***t member was rubbing around her entrance. As he aimed for her hole and slipped, the sensation made her breath catch. The pressure on her swollen entrance was both fiery and sharp. The entrance that had been tormented the night before felt as if it was pulsing.

Eren lifted her hips again, attempting to align himself, but once more, he missed the mark. A thrilling shiver raced through her, and her breath felt heated.

She almost wished he would just take her without care, the anticipation burning within her.

“What should we do when you feel this good? It won’t go in. I can’t do it.”