To My First Love, With Regret - 83

Does that child spend the entire day staring out the window?

The sound of footsteps thumping down the hallway outside the door fades into the distance. A moment later, the sound of Tony’s excited chattering, occasionally punctuated by Ethan’s low laughter, drifts in through the window.

How exactly should I peel off that parasite currently stuck to my bed, literally and figuratively, once its usefulness is spent?

As she was lost in thought, the butler arrived to announce the news.

—Lady, Major Fairchild has returned.

—I know.

Now that he has returned….

—There is something you must do in secret.

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The bleeding stopped a few days later. No matter the state of her heart, it meant her body was ready to share in the ‘transaction’ once again.

While walking boldly through the hallway, no misfortune occurred such as running into a wide-eyed Chantal. Following Eve’s instructions, she would have fallen into a deep sleep after drinking tea secretly spiked with sleeping pills.

Therefore, there was no need to rush tonight. If necessary, she could receive his seed as many times as it took until the sun rose. Of course, she wasn’t truly inclined to do so.

And so, late one night, Eve knocked on Ethan’s bedroom door.

—You were avoiding me, so what’s with this sudden whim?

The man, who had spent days circling Eve and setting traps, likely didn’t know. That Eve, too, had only been waiting for the day to set a trap for him.

—I can’t sleep.

—Making people exhausted is my specialty. Come in.

Eve placed herself as an offering upon Ethan’s bed, but this time, she did not pin herself beneath him. She felt that if she moved of her own accord, she might at least feel like a human being, even if she was selling her body.

—I’ll go on top.

—…And what’s with this whim?

Ethan was flustered, but he didn’t oppose the different approach. He was aware that he had lost his reason and acted like a violent beast the last time.

He resolved to keep a firm grip on his sanity this time, but how long would that resolve last against this woman’s flesh? At this moment, it was better to trust an enemy than to trust a beast like himself.

Ethan lay on the bed with his arms crossed, silently watching what Eve was doing. Having removed only her panties, she climbed on top of him while still wearing her satin nightgown and robe.

He thought she would pounce on his lips first, like last time….

—Ugh….

Eve immediately slid her hand into his underwear. Caught off guard by the unexpected attack, Ethan froze up as stiffly as his member.

—Ah… It seems the Princess… Ha, is in quite a hurry.

—It’s built up.

To think the icy Princess would say such a thing with her usual expressionless face, while busily stroking a man’s penis. He laughed at the dissonance, then suddenly stopped laughing because it meant she had been waiting for him, and finally ended up clenching his teeth at the thought that it might not have been him she was waiting for.

—Built up because someone wasn’t there? Me? Or that scrawny bastard?

—…….

—Both?

That indifferent woman wouldn’t give him a single word in response. As if her business was not with Ethan, but with his cock.

As the flesh quickly swelled and hardened within her small hand, Eve pulled a thumb-sized glass bottle from her robe pocket. Opening the stopper, she tilted the bottle and let drops of a pale amber liquid fall onto the head of his cock. Each time she did, Ethan’s abdominal muscles tensed and stood out.

—Ugh, it’s cold. What is this?

—Oil.

Judging by the elegant yet sweet floral scent wafting up, it seemed to be an expensive oil used for massages. His genitals, despite being a mere excretory organ, were enjoying a luxury by meeting a noble vulva.

Squelch, squelch. The sound of her fine hands rubbing the skin of his cock became even more wet. By this point, Ethan’s brain had melted away into mush from the foreplay, and the only ‘head’ he had left was the one between his legs.

He stared blankly at Eve’s two hands moving up and down his penis, then reached out to catch a drop of oil flowing down the shaft with his fingertip. His hand immediately dug between the woman’s legs, which were spread behind his stiffly erect shaft.

Ethan parted the moist flesh with his fingertip, offering a self-defense he hadn’t been asked for. He swore this was absolutely not an act for his own pleasure. If one receives foreplay, giving it back is simply bedroom etiquette. Even he thought it was ridiculous for a thug like himself to try and act like a gentleman.

—Hng…!

However, as soon as his hand touched the clitoris, the gentlemanly charade ended with the lady’s rejection. Eve pulled her hips back, avoiding his hand.

—…It’s fine. You don’t have to do that.

Ethan scrutinized the woman before him with eyes that displayed utter disbelief.

—The woman who used to beg me to lick her clitoris until it was raw now wants to skip straight to the main event. You’ve certainly become jaded.

Once again, he had let an old memory slip out without thinking. Should he gag himself?

—Ugh…!

But he wasn’t given the luxury of finding something to shove in his mouth. Eve sat down directly on top of his member.

The tight entrance of her vagina wrapped snugly around his glans, which was engorged to the point of bursting. Muscles tensed across Ethan’s lower abdomen and thighs from the concentrated strain.

Eve began to sink down, giving him no time to adjust to the sheer intensity of the stimulation. Thanks to the oil she had applied, she slid in with a smooth glide, but the impatient woman couldn’t wait even that brief moment.

—Nngh….

She twisted her hips whenever she met resistance. The tip of his pleasure twisted while encased in her soft, hot inner flesh. Ah, damn it.

Thwack.

The insides of Eve’s thighs slammed against his lower belly. She had swallowed him whole. Deep inside her, his glans was crushed and flattened against the end of the vaginal canal, and Ethan’s airway felt just as flattened in that same instant.

—Ha, wait.

Fearing the impatient Lady might start thrusting her hips recklessly, Ethan grabbed Eve’s waist with one hand to hold her still.

Get a grip.

After wiping his face with his other hand, he realized that Eve didn’t seem particularly composed either.

—Huu….

—Ahhh….

As he took a deep breath, she made a pained face as if the way the thing inside her shifted back and forth was too much to bear.

She’s pretty. Still.

…Goddammit.

The sanity he had barely managed to find was trying to flee again. He wasted more time dragging it back before finally letting go of her waist.

—Do it.

—…….

In the awkward silence, Eve slowly leaned her body down toward him. Her two hands pressed against his bare chest, which was hard with tension. Thus, keeping Ethan pinned beneath her, she began to slowly swing her hips.

An impatient woman. After a few slow thrusts, it was as if her heat had ignited; she began to race atop his penis with her hips. Thud, thud, thud. The sound of flesh colliding echoed fiercely through the bedroom—so intense it was unclear whether the noise was coming from outside their bodies or within.

Ugh, my cock’s going to break.

Well, he’d finish before that happened anyway, so it would fulfill its duty and die a glorious death.

This noble woman—to look at her, she seemed more suited to being a Mother Superior who would send someone to the Inquisition for merely feeling carnal desire—and yet, here she was, such a lustful female. Every time she violently slammed her hips up and down, unable to overcome her sexual urge, the underside of this modest, elegantly dressed lady swallowed and spat out his member. Drooling all the while. It was certain that Ethan’s fluids were mixed into the secretions soaking both their bodies.

He lost his reason again, slowly sinking into the pleasure. However, it wasn’t long before he was forced back to his senses by a crushing pressure on his chest. This wasn’t the weight of pleasure.

—If you want to kill me, why not just strangle me?

No matter how light a woman was, putting her entire weight on someone else’s ribcage was a bit much. Ethan moved Eve’s hands from his chest to his shoulders. It was a move made without considering the consequences.

As her body tilted forward, they ended up having sex while facing each other, practically nose to nose. The moment their eyes met, Eve looked up to avoid him, and Ethan was forced to cast his gaze downward.

His gaze landed, of all places, on Eve’s breasts. While she swung her hips, the edges of her robe had slipped down, leaving only a single layer of pale pink satin to cover her body.

…She isn’t wearing a bra.

The round mounds of flesh shook violently in every direction, following the rhythm of the female body. Just as he thought they might pop out of her slip if things got any more intense, his imagination became reality the moment he thrust his hips upward.

Milk-white breasts, spilled from the fabric, hung from her thin frame like appetizing fruit, dancing back and forth right in front of his face. The pink nipples at their tips turned a deep red in Ethan’s vision and hardened.

Ha, damn it.

He could see that Eve was enjoying his body to her heart’s content. While his heart turned cold, his body grew cruelly, traitorously hot. That difference in temperature was driving Ethan mad.

He gripped the air instead of her breasts and let go, then sucked on his own innocent lower lip and spat it out. Ethan wandered the void between reason and lust.