To My First Love, With Regret - 95

—Khu-ugh….

A metallic raspy sound leaked from his crushed throat. At this rate, it was only a matter of time before Owen woke up.

—Ngh, it’s a… mistake. Stop it.

No matter how much Eve tried to dissuade him, Ethan showed no sign of stopping. Desperate, she reached for the hand choking Owen, even though she knew it was like pouring gasoline on his madness.

—Geh-uck!

With a groan like a death rattle, Owen’s eyes snapped open. In that split second, Eve’s hand moved as fast as a whip—not to stop Ethan, but to snatch the glasses perched precariously on the tip of Owen’s nose.

Please, let him recognize nothing.

But no matter how severe his nearsightedness, he would instinctively discern that the massive figure heaving violently on top of Eve was a man.

The moment she flung the glasses aside, Eve pushed her face directly in front of Owen’s. It was a desperate defense, trying to fill his blurred vision entirely with herself so he couldn’t see the other man behind her.

—Hah! Cough, hack….

As soon as Owen opened his eyes, he was busy retching up dry coughs, oblivious to his surroundings. Only after spitting out the cigarette ash Ethan had dumped into his mouth did he blink his unfocused eyes, staring blankly at her.

—La… dy….

Eve’s breathing grew uncontrollably ragged. Was it because Owen had regained enough consciousness to recognize her, or because Ethan was pounding into her even more mercilessly from behind?

Now, her only hope was the potent drug that made it impossible for Owen to pronounce even a single short word properly. Eve suppressed her frantic moans with sheer will and commanded sternly:

—When did I say you could open your eyes? Go back to sleep.

Owen’s lips quivered as if to talk back, but he quickly succumbed to the drugs and his eyelids slid shut.

It was the moment she felt a wave of relief at the sound of his breathing steadying once more. The man, who had been strangely silent while thrusting into her as if to flaunt her to her ‘husband,’ suddenly grabbed her jaw with a brutal grip. His heavy weight crushed her down. A devious whisper crawled into her ear like the hissing of a snake.

—I thought you said your husband likes it when his wife is stolen? Then why are you so terrified that you’re putting him back to sleep?

A cold sneer landed against her ear.

—It was a lie. I wonder why you’d tell such a lie….

As if mocking Eve, who had frozen to the point of being unable to breathe, he spoke immoral words in a polite tone.

—Rest assured, Mrs. Kallas. I will keep this messy affair of ours a complete secret from your husband.

There was no way Ethan Fairchild was being merciful. The moment she began to doubt his intentions, he let go of her and stood up. The low sound of his receding laughter was, as expected, sinister.

Click.

The switch flipped, and darkness swallowed the bedroom.

Thud, thud.

The footsteps of the predator returning to the bed through the dark slowly constricted Eve’s throat.

An invisible hand snatched her waist with raw force. Before she could resist, her head was shoved into the sheets, forcing her onto all fours like a bitch. Then, the hound in heat mounted her.

Thwack, thwack, thwack.

The sound of the beast violently ramming his desire into Eve’s belly echoed obscenely through the silent bedroom. Between the slapping sounds of the mating and the bed swaying, Owen seemed unable to fall into a deep sleep.

—Nng….

—Hng-uht, mmph, ha-uuugh!

Over his pained groan that sounded as if he might wake at any second, Eve’s raw, unswallowed cries were layered in a graphic overlap. The man, conducting this precarious duet of depravity alone, blew his wet breath into Eve’s ear and jeered.

—Shh. You have to keep it down if you don’t want your husband to find out.

Yet, he himself did nothing to quiet the sound. He moved his hips ruthlessly, making the old bedsprings shriek with sharp, piercing metallic cries.

—A fake husband, you said? Did you suddenly decide to make him the real thing? Is that why you chased him to this battlefield and offered a bribe to his superior?

A dry, nervous chuckle brushed past her ear in the darkness.

—How pitiful. You’ve wasted your breath.

Wasted my breath? Hardly. Eve curled her lips into a secret, twisted smile.

The fact that you fell for it so completely means I’ve already achieved my goal.

—Colonel Wallace is my man.

Ethan was certain Eve couldn’t have known. The fact that Owen Kallas had been thrown into this specific hospital out of all the front-line locations was because this place was one of Ethan’s strongholds.

Like the dog he was—raised on Ethan’s bribes—Wallace had been faithfully keeping Kallas locked in this hellish ward, slowly and agonizingly withering him away.

So it was no coincidence that the absurd news of Eve visiting the man today had reached Ethan’s ears.

—Mrs. Kallas, if you want someone to look after your husband, you should be asking me.

—Hah-uht….

—As you know, I’m a man with more money than I know what to do with, so I don’t take bribes like that. Instead, if you use that upper mouth—the one that frets over your husband—to suck my cock so deliciously it melts, your husband’s military life will become quite comfortable.

Ethan’s fingers, which had pried Eve’s jaw open, burrowed into her mouth. After violating her tongue, his wet thumb brushed against her lips, which had gone dry from her ragged breathing. It was a blatant predatory preamble.

When Eve shook her head in refusal, his fingers slid away, trailing down her throat to skim her collarbone. The fingers toyed with the precariously hanging shoulder strap, tossing out another hint.

—If you hate sucking cock, how about letting me suck your breasts?

Every time Eve recoiled, thinking he couldn’t possibly get any more vulgar, Ethan Fairchild revealed a new rock bottom. He moved the hand that had been persistently rubbing her clitoris, sliding it upward like a snake beneath the hem of her slip.

—Ah!

As his large hand squeezed her breast as if to burst it, he whispered an immoral tale—as dark as this tryst itself—like a secret.

—Once upon a time, there was a woman who offered her breast to a perverted superior who was tormenting her husband. Do you know what happened to that couple?

—Ah-h, stop….

—The moment the husband died in battle, the wife remarried that superior before she even took off her mourning clothes.

His rough fingers greedily scraped and tugged at her peaked nipple. It was as if by nursing from Eve now, he could snatch away someone else’s foul destiny and make it his own.

You’ll end up just like that woman soon.

It was in that moment, as Eve mocked his pathetic delusion in the dark, that…..

—Hah….

Ethan violently yanked her bra and slip down to her waist. Her suppressed breasts spilled out, swaying and defenseless.

Even in the pitch-black darkness where nothing could be seen, Eve’s shame was not hidden. The mere fact that she was trapped between these deviants in a state near total nudity was an unbearable disgrace.

Trapped in Ethan’s arms, she struggled to pull her clothes back up, but he subdued her with effortless ease. He snatched both her wrists in one hand and pinned them against the bed.

—Let, ngh, go.

—Be still. Your husband will wake up. Do you want to be caught cheating with your ex-husband?

The man’s touch, which had been toying with Eve as he spat those despicable words, suddenly halted. The only thing moving was his thumb, wandering like it was lost over the ring on Eve’s ring finger.

Until now, he had been perfectly aroused by the game of stealing another man’s wife right in front of him, yet he turned cold the moment he touched the proof that she was another man’s wife.

His next move was predictable. He would pull the ring off and hurl it away.

But Eve’s prediction was wrong. His other hand fumbled over the bed, dragging something toward them and forcing it into Eve’s left hand.

She felt a sickening warmth and a foreign texture. It was a hand with a ring on the fourth finger.

It was Owen’s hand.

A chill raced through her the moment she realized it. Eve recoiled in horror, trying to shake it off, but the hand remained stuck to hers. Ethan forcibly pried Owen’s limp fingers open, interlaced them with Eve’s, and gripped both hands together so they couldn’t be separated.

—Why are you doing this?

—Is there a reason I shouldn’t? Why? Do you feel guilt toward this bastard?

He jeered, his voice thick with rising anger.

—What is there to feel guilty about? Say it proudly: ‘Owen, to save you, I came while being fucked by the man you hate. Four times already.’

—Ah-ugh!

—Ha, Mrs. Kallas’s pure spirit of sacrifice is so arousing I’m practically leaking pre-cum.

Eve did not stop struggling to escape the grip of the two men. As her full-body resistance intensified, it was only natural for her internal walls to tighten. Having unintentionally wrung his member without mercy, the man behind her groaned, his body turning rigid.

—Ugh, I’m actually coming.

Not content with merely driving himself in to the hilt, he ground against her as if determined to pierce through her cervix and ejaculate inside. He asked:

—Mrs. Kallas, haa, is today a safe day as well?