Portrait of An Arrogant Master - Chapter 185

Feeling strangely on edge under his sharp gaze…. Macy hesitated before finally parting her lips to speak.

“I’ve been painting a lot…”

She felt the need to say something, anything, but the moment the words left her mouth, she regretted them. It sounded utterly pointless. Macy bit her lip and lowered her gaze.

Eren, who had been staring at her in silence, suddenly placed a hand on her head.

“You’re diligent. That’s admirable.”

He ruffled her hair lightly. When she cautiously looked up at him, she found him smiling, the corner of his lips curled in amusement.

“Still, try to wear the clothes I bought you. So it’s obvious who gave them to you.”

“Y-yes, of course.”

At that moment, the sound of shuffling footsteps echoed from the back of the shop.

“I had a hard time finding it since it was buried under other supplies. Oh, we have a guest—”

Minuel stepped out, holding the pigment he had been searching for. Upon spotting Eren, his eyes widened in surprise. He glanced back and forth between Eren and Macy.

Eren casually removed his hand from her head and spoke.

“I’ll be outside. Finish what you need and come out.”

With that, he turned and strode out of the shop with his long legs. Macy watched his retreating figure for a moment, only snapping out of her daze when Minuel spoke again.

“Would you like to purchase that art supply bag as well?”

“Oh—yes. I’ll take this too.”

Macy quickly settled the payment and hurried outside.

* * *

“Are you heading to the cabin?”

Despite her quick exit, Eren was already outside, leisurely smoking a cigar. He inhaled deeply before tilting his head toward Morgan, who immediately took the paper bag and art supply case from Macy’s hands and placed them in her carriage.

“Get in.”

The carriage he gestured toward was none other than Duchy Krygen’s four-horse private coach. Without much hesitation, Eren flicked the half-smoked cigar to the ground, snuffing it out with his boot before stepping inside.

‘Does he have something to say to me?’

A faint unease settled in Macy’s chest as she followed him inside. She watched as he slowly removed his satin gloves.

“Um, what—”

Before she could finish her sentence, the carriage door clicked shut, and in the next moment, she was pulled forward.

Eren pressed Macy down onto the sofa, his hands already slipping beneath her skirt.

“E-Eren! We’re in the middle of the city, this is—hngh!”

He tugged down her undergarments in one swift motion and his fingers slipped between her folds. The sudden intrusion made her inner walls clamp down in surprise.

The rough friction sent sharp tingles of pain through her delicate flesh. Despite being inside the carriage, the dryness of the autumn air gave her a chill. Her legs tremble involuntarily.

Instinctively, she tried to close her thighs, but Eren held them firmly apart. Annoyed by the obstruction, he yanked her skirts higher and pushed in a second finger.

His touch was mercilessly prying deeper into her flesh.

“Ahh—wait, just—”

What had provoked him this time? Why was he acting like this all of a sudden?

Eren had always taken her without warning, but never like this—never without at least a foreplay.

Macy stole a glance at his face between the confusion.

He looked unsettlingly composed. Too calm for someone in desire.

No—his furrowed brows made it seem more like he was irritated.

Did she do something wrong?

“You’re tight.”

“O-of course I am.”

“No one’s touched you?”

“What?”

The abrupt question puzzled Macy. Eren swept her hair back, his gaze lingering on the exposed skin of her nape.

“You haven’t touched yourself while I was gone?”

Oh… so that’s what he meant. Even after deciphering his question, it was still a difficult one to answer.

“I’ve never really done that, I—ngh.”

Before she could finish, his fingers delved deeper. A breathy moan escaped her lips as he rubbed inside her.

When he curled his fingers just slightly, the thick knuckles grazed against something sensitive. The scraping sensation made her hips jolt in response.

Her thighs trembled, liquid flowed out. Eren spread his index and middle fingers apart, stretching her open until she felt like she was being pulled to her limit. A sudden chill ran up her spine at the widening sensation.

“You get this wet, but you expect me to believe you haven’t been doing anything?”

Just as panic clenched her throat, fearing she might tear, he abruptly curled his fingers and thrust them back inside.

“Ahh! I—I’ve never done it alone. Never… haah.”

“Is that so?”

It was impossible to tell whether he was more interested in the fact that she didn’t do it, or in the idea of her doing it. Either way, as soon as she answered honestly, his fingers quickened.

Squelch, squelch. The sound of wet friction echoed.