My Beloved, Whom I Desire to Kill - 278

But judging by his expression, he might have been defeated by the boiling jealousy he’d tried to suppress until the very end. This wasn’t the face of a snake that had successfully snatched its prey after biding its time.

His wide eyes were bloodshot. The jaw he had clenched into a straight line was trembling slightly. But his crazed eyes were wet, making him look less like a man driven by jealousy and more like one mad with pain.

Is this really all there is?

As soon as she faced Lorenz, she sighed, and he closed his eyes and let out a pained moan. The pain on his face vanished in an instant, replaced by pleasure.

She realized it was because he had taken a deep breath, and their chests had rubbed together, and she had tightened her muscles around his cock. She knew this because he twisted his body slightly, pressing against her to feel more of her. She pushed his shoulders, but of course, he didn’t budge.

—Get off.

—Would you still like that, even if it meant showing your body to me?

—You’ve already seen everything, haven’t you?

—And we’ve already done everything there is to do, haven’t we?

His logic was that since they’d already slept together, there was no reason they shouldn’t again. There was no reason not to, but there was no reason to either.

Giselle lifted her leg and pushed against the man’s waist, who was propped up above her. At the same time, she tensed her lower half, trying to push out the shaft buried inside her.

—Tch…

Lorenz, who was holding her ankle and spreading her legs apart, collapsed on top of Giselle, his body shuddering.

—I think I’m going to come.

Giselle had no intention of rewarding Lorenz in any way. She stopped fighting with her body and completely relaxed.

—What part of you wants to be torn open this time, for you to do something like this?

A while ago, Lorenz’s lips had been torn at the corners by Edwin’s hands. No one had said why, but it was obvious he’d paid the price for constantly trying to kiss Giselle or whispering things in Edwin’s mind.

—I wonder if he’ll tear his own cock.

His attitude, as if he had nothing to fear, was so hateful.

—What’s changed? You’re still the same bastard who ignored me saying no and just satisfied his own desires.

—I didn’t intrude to rape you.

—Then go. If you’re truly sorry, don’t show up before midnight.

—I’m in agony, Natalia.

—It’s your fault, so what do you want me to do about it?

—Do you think I’m in agony because you won’t sleep with me, because I can only feel you when you’re with some other guy?

—I don’t care.

—I pity you for being deceived by a man who doesn’t want to do this kind of filthy stuff with you.

—…What?

—He’s lying to you.

Here we go again. While Giselle was thinking of a way to get rid of him, Lorenz’s slander continued.

—Edwin Ecclesford hasn’t enjoyed a single moment tonight. In fact, he was disgusted. Because I taught him all the foreplay he did and how to respond to your reactions.

When she glared at him, he quickly defended himself, saying, «I’m not saying this. This is what he’s thinking.»

—Even when he was penetrating you, he was annoyed that you lifted your hips like a common whore. He hates promiscuous people. No matter how much he loves you, would a woman who so shamelessly displays her habits of sleeping around with other men be lovely to him?

Giselle’s eyes, which had been sharpening at his vulgar words, trembled for a moment.

—It’s funny, considering this isn’t his first time, either. Why would he try so hard to pretend it is? Because he keeps thinking about it. Throughout the entire time he was forced to serve you here.

Lorenz put emphasis on the word «here.»

—Natalia, if you were Edwin Ecclesford, would you want to do the exact same thing in the same place where you behaved like a dog and sinned with a woman?

—……

—Why do you think he wasn’t serious and acted lightly throughout the whole foreplay? Because he was excited? No. It’s because he was having an incredibly hard time inside. He doesn’t want to do this.

He didn’t seem to hate it at all. As if he could read her mind, he answered.

—Because he was mimicking me and acting.

—Can you act and get this hard?

She squeezed his cock, and he staggered and moaned again, as if he couldn’t hold himself up.

—Haa… This has nothing to do with feelings. You know that, too. Men are the same as you: their bodies can feel pleasure even when they don’t want to.

He began to gently thrust his hips. When she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him close to stop him from moving, his eyes glazed over, as if he liked that, too.

—And it was me who got hard this afternoon. The dirty dreams he had were just him stealing my imagination. What a thief. That’s why he can’t be honest with you.

Lorenz picked up the tin can that Edwin had used and placed on the nightstand.

—He never intended to use a condom. I just bought it in case I was going to sleep with you soon.

He confessed that he had misunderstood seeing Giselle and Lorenz in bed on New Year’s Day. Edwin had never said anything about it, so she had completely forgotten.

—Edwin Ecclesford isn’t mentally ready to make love with you. Maybe one day. But not today. So how did things get this bad? Because you were sulking.

That was how he defined being «forced to serve her.»

—Be honest with me. Didn’t you think something was off? Like, he’s not the type of man to do this? You had your suspicions but ignored them because this is what you wanted.

—…….

—Watching this unfold makes me angry. More than him lying to you about not wanting to sleep with you, it’s you acting so flirtatious with your body and your words, begging that kind of man to get horny for you. Why are you trying so hard to seduce a man who doesn’t want you? Don’t you have any pride? You still haven’t moved on from being a little dog wagging its tail, no matter what Edwin Ecclesford does.

Giselle didn’t answer. The only thing that changed was her gaze, from one moment to the next. It turned sharp when he compared her to a dog.

—You wish I was just making things up out of jealousy, don’t you?

Lorenz twisted his mouth into a bitter sneer.

—Have I ever badmouthed him after you told me not to? Have I ever stolen a kiss mid-way through? No. I don’t want you to hate me. I was going to keep my mouth shut and bear it, but I just couldn’t. How do you think I feel, watching you while hearing all of his thoughts, which are the exact opposite of his actions?

—So, your conclusion is that instead of doing this with a man who doesn’t want to do it, I should just do it with you?

—No. I know you have no intention of sleeping with me. I don’t want that either. Do you really want to sleep with a man who has no intention of sleeping with you?

His pleading eyes and her complicated gaze tangled together. There was no way to know who was right. After a moment of thought, Giselle let out a long sigh and pushed on the man’s shoulders.

—Pull out. I’m going to take a shower and go to bed.

—That’s a good idea.

Lorenz kissed Giselle’s forehead and lifted his lower body. The dick that had been buried in her obediently slid out.

The tip was caught at her entrance, just about to slide completely out. As Giselle got up from the bed, he lunged and embraced her, driving her previously lifted hips down hard. His dick scraped along the sensitive vaginal walls, and was buried back inside her.

—Hah!

Giselle shuddered with pleasure and trembled with a sense of betrayal. Trusting you has always been my foolishness. The moment she twisted her body to push Lorenz away, their eyes met.

—It’s a lie. Don’t believe him.

—Edwin?

He kissed her open mouth in surprise and continued to thrust. Giselle couldn’t respond. With wide eyes, she stared at his gaze, which was becoming unfocused with pleasure, when the cock that had been repeatedly plunging in and pulling out of her depths suddenly stopped.

—What’s wrong? Should I stop?

—No. Don’t stop.

Giselle quickly wrapped her arms around Edwin’s neck. The reason she couldn’t accept him wasn’t because she believed Lorenz. The way he thrust without hesitation and his expression, which suggested he never wanted to stop even as he spoke of doing so, completely refuted Lorenz’s lies.

How did you come back?

The only times Edwin had ever regained control of his body were when Lorenz’s mental state had weakened. Was this the first time he had taken control while the other personality was so clearly in charge?

Isn’t he surprised? He looked as if this groundbreaking event was of no consequence, focusing only on rubbing his body against hers. And before long, Giselle completely forgot about it, too.

Squeak. Squeak. Squeak. Squeak.

—Ahh, mmmn…!

—Hah, why? Is it uncomfortable?

—Yes. It’s too slow.

—How is this… slow?

—Ah, ah, ahn…!

To make a lie seem plausible, you have to ground it in truth.

His deep-seated revulsion toward sexual intercourse was true. His inescapable guilt toward Giselle was also true.

To make a lie seem plausible, you have to hide the inconvenient truths.

For example, the emotions that make Edwin hesitate and the desires of a man who cannot peacefully coexist with them. Or, as if blood can’t be deceived, the dangerous obsession with the female body that boils up under his hips and threatens to erupt the moment he is given an opening.