Chapter 3
A small, quiet laugh traveled down her shoulder, pooled between her b*****s, and then tapped lightly against her swelling n****e.
“Ah!”
She threw her head back and parted her lips.
Xenobius’s body tensed for an instant, and he pulled Evina tightly into his arms.
His large hand roughly grasped her b****t right away. He pressed his swollen lower half against the round curve of her hips, visible through the mourning dress that wasn’t layered with much lace, leaving not a sliver of space between them, and bit down hard on her exposed shoulder.
“Ah!”
He slipped a finger between her parted lips.
“Mm… mph.”
“Everyone here must already know we’re doing something indecent inside. No need to announce that we’re actively screwing, is there?”
Her face flushed crimson in an instant at the faint mockery.
He traced up the pale line of her neck, took her earlobe into his mouth, and coated it gently with saliva.
“Ah…”
It tickled.
And it was hot, slick, and wet.
Evina hunched one shoulder and twisted her body, but the man’s strength was overwhelming. There wasn’t a single opening to escape through.
Having sucked her earlobe like a piece of candy, he withdrew the finger he had been running inside her mouth and grazed it across her chest.
“Hah…”
She stretched her neck long.
It was unfamiliar.
To Evina, s*x had always been something horrible and revolting. On top of that, her husband had kept her isolated, and she had never really been allowed outside.
That was why she had never heard the whispered rumors of noble ladies gathered in small groups, chattering about the intimate details of their husbands and their beds. To her, s*x had always been exactly that.
“Why…”
She swallowed dryly.
“Why?”
His low voice grazed the nape of her neck.
“It’s, it’s an unnecessary act.”
“An unnecessary act?”
He lifted his head briefly.
But even while doing so, he kept rubbing the prominent bridge of his nose along her long nape and kneading her b****t like bread dough.
“M-My husband…”
“Ah, the husband.”
Mockery laced his voice.
“Did your husband just tell you to spread your legs? Did he just stick that pitiful thing between your thighs and pump away?”
“…”
Evina couldn’t answer and simply gasped for breath.
Her chest heaved heavily, and her full b*****s swayed prettily. The flesh spilling out between the man’s fingers looked especially tempting.
“You asked why people do this kind of thing.”
He pressed down hard on her n****e with his wet finger.
“Ah!”
Startled as if struck by lightning, she arched her back sharply.
“Because it feels good.”
Evina’s eyes flew wide open in shock.
“It feels good. When I touch you. Doesn’t it?”
He pressed her n****e firmly, rubbed it, then trapped it between his fingers and rolled it in slow circles.
“Ah… ahh!”
Sparks crackled up the length of her tense spine, making her hips twitch repeatedly. Strength gathered in her lower body, and the space between her legs grew hot.
She swore she had never felt anything like this before.
“I have no desire to force my way into a woman who isn’t wet. It’s not my taste.”
He rubbed the shell of her ear with the tip of his tongue and whispered low.
“I like it when you’re wet enough to take my c**k. Wet enough that just a thrust makes you moan and lose yourself. …Understood?”
After teasing her with the tip of his tongue, he prodded her ear hole.
“Ah!”
Unable to even breathe properly, she nodded.
She couldn’t resist the unfamiliar sensation.
“Hah… hah.”
“And on top of that, you seem pretty responsive, so I like it. You look pretty when you cry.”
Xenobius wrapped both hands around her swaying b*****s and squeezed hard.
“Ah! …Hah!”
A high pitched cry burst from her lips again.
Just moments ago, the man had been going on about not needing to announce anything to the outside, but he didn’t seem to mind much that she was letting out such loud moans.
It probably didn’t matter in the first place. No one would dare say a word even if Emperor Xeno was openly screwing a woman in mourning out on the terrace.
He bit down on her nape, sucked hard, and twisted her grasped b****t painfully.
“Ah.”
Evina bit down on her lip.
“They say you can’t tell until you undress them, but you’ve got quite a large chest. Feels great in my hands.”
He murmured, his breath hot.
Uncomfortable with how clearly she could feel the man’s arousal against her hips, thanks to the dress not being layered with much lace, she shifted restlessly.
“It’s still too early to f**k you.”
He gripped her rounded pelvis and pressed his lower body tight against her.
“Hah…!”
The place where they touched was scorching.
The heat radiating from him made it hard to breathe.
In the end, she went completely limp against his chest, panting.
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