Portrait of An Arrogant Master - Chapter 133

Unlike the anxious Macy, Eren spoke with a sense of ease. The corners of his mouth curled up playfully, which irritated her. Every time the head of his member brushed against her entrance, she felt an embarrassing contraction and release.

“Are you just eager to be filled?”

“This isn’t… uh, my will…”

“Your upper lip isn’t being honest. If you beg me to put it in, I’ll put it in right away.”

Macy’s face flushed bright red. He had a habit of speaking inappropriately during s-x. Though he didn’t use crude language, the words he chose felt chaotic and unrestrained. Macy was not immune to such talk and often found herself teetering on the edge of embarrassment.

It seemed he would tease her, pretending he wouldn’t do anything unless she explicitly asked.

“Please, uh… do it.”

“Huh? I can’t hear you. You need to say it properly.”

“Please just… um, uhh…”

“What was that?”

“W-why are you doing this to me? Ugh…”

Macy could barely finish her sentence, ending up sobbing and clinging to him. She buried her face against his skin, tears spilling as she tried to suppress her cries.

“The road ahead is long.”

Though he said that, amusement lingered in Eren’s voice. He kissed her tear-streaked cheeks, gently pressing in.

No matter how slowly he moved, his heavy presence caused her body to rock back and forth helplessly. Water droplets clung to her chest, teetering at the tips of her n–ples before finally cascading down.

Eren watched the scene with a yearning gaze, then suddenly bit down on her br–ast.

“Ugh!”

At the same moment, his thick member thrust deep inside her. Macy’s chin trembled.

“I feel the same. Just looking at you makes me hard.”

That was Eren’s answer to her feeling that something was off about her body.

“I’ve been itching to bury myself inside you for a while now. Once I got in, it felt like it was meant to be, and I don’t want to leave.”

As Eren thrust into her, he moved her hips up and down, sinking himself deeper. The sensation of her body opening made it hard to breathe. It was a feeling she could never quite get used to.

He pressed so firmly that his balls squished against her backside. Her walls clamped down around him, pulsing as he groaned with frustration.

“Ugh, even after all this thrusting, you’re still so tight. I think I’m getting addicted.”

The water in the bath churned violently.

* * *

The black curtains were drawn aside. The butler, sensing movement, tied back the curtain that had blocked the sunlight. The morning sun streamed warmly into the room. Isabella, perched on the edge of the bed, spoke in a low voice.

“What about him?”

“Not yet.”

“He must be completely out of it.”

A hollow laugh escaped her lips.

Duke Krygen had vanished without a trace on the first night of their engagement banquet. No, he had returned to his room under the pretense of being tired, only to crawl out on his own and disappear with another woman.

“It was hard to see under the Duke’s coat, but the dress was sky blue, and she had wheat-colored hair.”

When she heard this news last night, Isabella was not particularly shocked. She accepted the reality with surprising calmness. After all, during the banquet, the Duke’s gaze had been solely on her.

On that insignificant female artist.

As he stared, mesmerized, it was hard to believe that the woman wouldn’t notice. How could she not realize that this man’s attention was fixed on her? That day, Macy looked so beautiful that it even made Isabella, the host of the banquet, feel uncomfortable.

Though she was naturally lovely, she had gone all out in her appearance, making it impossible not to look at her.

But he was a man who had another woman in his life. Duke Krygen had feelings for his name master. So even if Macy caught his eye, she was likely just a one-night fling in his eyes.

With his name master already accepted as a mistress, adding one more woman wouldn’t seem out of the ordinary, and Isabella swallowed her rising anger. But the fact that he hadn’t returned by the next morning was unexpected.

‘Did he find her even better than he expected? Did it fit so well that it felt like a shame to only spend one night together?’

That couldn’t be. He was the head of the Krygen family. If he had led a reckless life, that might be understandable, but since becoming the head, he had treated other women like mere pebbles on the street.

Isabella could vouch for the fact that Duke Krygen had little interest in women. So why hadn’t he returned? He might not love Isabella, but he had always shown a sense of responsibility toward his family.

Furthermore, it was said that the Duke had hurriedly boarded the carriage while holding Macy in front of others. The word ‘hurriedly’ didn’t fit Duke Krygen at all.

What could possibly drive him to act irrationally enough to lose his usual composure?