The Full Story of an Incomplete Divorce - Chapter 17

Above all, it was strange that all of this was happening right after she had decided to divorce.

Charlotte pulled the covers over her head.
‘This is strange. All of it.’

***

Lucius’s unusual behavior continued thereafter.
“Hngg!”

Biting down hard, Charlotte suppressed the tingling pleasure rising from her chest. Lying on the wide drawing-room table, half-undressed, she was having her b*****s sucked by Lucius.
“Stop, Lucius, hnng, what if the servants see… Ah!”
“It’s fine. I told them not to come in.”

Despite Charlotte’s desperate pleas, Lucius’s attitude remained stubborn. Responding indifferently, he grabbed her b****t firmly and kneaded it up and down with a massaging pressure. Her ample b****t lost its shape and softened malleably in his large palm.
“But still, hnn, hk!”

Lucius pinched and pulled Charlotte’s n****e long and hard with his fingertips. Stimulated in a spot already highly sensitive from prolonged caressing, Charlotte let out a moan and shook her head wildly. The pale, e***t n****e at the tip of her full b****t only fueled Lucius’s desire further.

Lucius took the stiffened n****e into his mouth and sucked strongly. Even though no milk came out, he buried his face in her b****t like a starving newborn, persistently sucking and nibbling.

Seeing no sign of Lucius stopping, Charlotte lost the will to resist. Staring at the paintings densely covering the drawing-room walls, she pondered how things had come to this.

This morning, thanks to a suspiciously cooperative Lucius following the program, Charlotte had been semi-forced to go out with him. While visiting a famous painter’s exhibition as part of their date, a large landscape painting of a lake caught her eye.
‘It’s pretty…….’

Who would have thought that one comment would become the source of trouble.

Lucius had tried to buy on the spot anything that caught Charlotte’s eye or made her pause even briefly. Despite her repeatedly telling him it wasn’t necessary, it seemed he had gone ahead and bought them secretly.
“Master, as you instructed, all the paintings have been placed in the drawing room.”
“Well done.”

When they returned after having dinner out, the butler’s report waiting at the entrance made Charlotte tilt her head in confusion.
“Paintings?”

Going to the drawing room, she was stunned speechless seeing the familiar paintings hanging on every wall.

“You didn’t possibly buy all the paintings we saw earlier, did you?”
“You seemed to like them.”
“Even so, there was no need to buy this many…”

Charlotte made a troubled expression as she looked around the drawing-room. Countless paintings, too many to number, were crammed onto every wall. Although each was undoubtedly excellent, this was excessive. The clashing styles crowded together were overwhelming and dizzying rather than pleasing to the eye.

Just as Charlotte was about to suggest keeping only a few and returning the rest, she stopped short at the sight of a tapestry spread out wide on the drawing-room table. It was the tapestry she had liked the most at the exhibition.

As if entranced, Charlotte approached the table. The tapestry, born from a famous artist’s hands over several months, depicted a scene from mythology woven with various colored threads in intricate detail, evoking a sacred feeling.

Without realizing it, she let out a gasp of admiration, when she suddenly felt Lucius’s gaze on her from beside her.
“Do you like it?”
“Ah…”

From what she remembered, the price of this single tapestry was astronomical, far surpassing that of most high-end luxury items. She was pondering whether to thank him or express how burdensome it felt when Lucius closed the distance between them.

Instinctively flinching, Charlotte took a step back and averted her gaze first. Ever since she had seen Lucius call out her name and pleasure himself, somehow interacting with him had become awkward, making it difficult to look him directly in the eye.

Still, since he had bought it for her, it seemed only right to at least thank him.
“I like it. Thank you.”
“I’m glad.”

A smile spread across Lucius’s lips. It was a shy, boyish smile she hadn’t seen since his childhood, leaving Charlotte speechless and dazed.

Then, suddenly, Lucius scooped Charlotte up and sat her on the table. It all happened in the blink of an eye. Before she could utter a word, their lips met and a hot tongue pushed inside. By the time she regained her senses, she was already lying back on the table, her chest fully exposed, almost naked, and he was caressing her b*****s.