Episode 142. Routine (5)

I can’t resist. The rough, thick arms of the man are violating her entire body while holding her captive. No matter how much she struggles, she’s like a fish caught on a line, held in place on one side, only able to shake her body back and forth.

Actually, she’s not even struggling on purpose. Her body is just reflexively jumping at the fingers probing inside her. The movements, which are focused on overwhelming her rather than showing consideration, naturally leave her breathless. Just before reaching climax, Edward stopped his fingers. Looking at her pussy, where water was flowing between the gaps where his fingers had been, he said.

“What’s wrong, when you’re this wet?”

“Huuht…. Huk….”

I got this wet doing that. She had been waiting for Edward after washing first, and while waiting, she felt too excited and thought she wouldn’t be able to control herself, so she had been deliberately looking at documents to distract herself. She thought she was the most composed when she was working. But how could she say such an embarrassing thing, that she was wet even before you touched her?

But as a result, that ended up stimulating Edward, leading to him pushing her even harder. Who knew fingers could feel this good? She hadn’t known before because it had all passed by before she could even think, but now that she had a little more余裕, she could vividly feel the large fingers, roughened and thickened from holding a sword, probing inside her.

After that, Edward repeated this. How did he know? He kept her from reaching climax. At first, he repeated the rough but refreshing, strong stimulation, but as it went on, his fingers would just be inserted like a key, only occasionally moving slightly, making her anxious. But that alone was enough to drive her to the brink of climax.

Pshyuuk-

As his fingers slipped out, the water that had been slightly pooled there, blocked by them, flowed out. Then, when he released her arm as well, Monica collapsed onto her office chair. Half-lying down, drained of strength, she looked at her husband, who was visibly erect even through his gown. She wanted to pour out her resentment at why he wouldn’t let her finish, but thankfully, she had enough self-control left not to say it out loud.

His vibe is a little different from that first night. On the wedding day, that night, it was the kind of movement that overwhelmed her to the point where she was completely out of her mind, but now, it felt like he was trying to subdue her with just those two fingers. Even though it was similarly forceful, the purpose was different. Because he was tormenting her by controlling her so precisely that she couldn’t climax, even now that his fingers were gone, her insides were gaping, searching for the long, thick thing that had been inside her.

His eyes are different too. Maybe she hadn’t seen it properly because she was nervous, or maybe he had been nervous too. He had seemed very indifferent that day, but now, he was looking down at her with eyes filled with intense desire. In front of that male gaze, which seemed to say he would crush her, plant his seed, and subdue her, Monica felt herself shrinking like a fragile female.

“I’m going in.”

“No, wa, wait a moment!”

Monica said, her tongue all twisted. But why isn’t he stopping? Shouldn’t he stop for a moment when she shouts like this and listen to what she has to say? But Edward was acting as if he were deaf, thrusting his hips towards her. With her arms hanging limply over the armrests and her legs spread wide, there was no way she could stop a robust man.

“That’s, that’s my favorite chair!”

A chair that had been passed down through the family, the lord’s chair in the lord’s office. She had heard that this chair had been there since the family was founded, and it was literally regarded as a symbol of the lord. It wasn’t incredibly flashy, but it was luxurious and elegant, and large enough to lie down on. The servants wouldn’t dare to sit on it, and even when she was a child, her father had never allowed her to sit on it.

To have sex right there, not on a bed but on that chair! If embarrassing fluids splattered everywhere, no, they definitely would splatter. What if it soaked into the leather? More than that, is it even okay to use a chair like this for sex? All sorts of worries swirled around in Monica’s head, but in the end, they didn’t form into sentences that came out of her mouth.

“Say you don’t like it if you don’t like it.”

“Uht, no… it’s just….”

In front of those intense eyes, the bubbles started to deflate and subside. This time, he grabbed her legs, lifted them up, and placed them on his shoulders. She almost fell over from her husband’s aggressive momentum, but in the end, her pride as a count grabbed hold of her, and she said one last thing like a final struggle. Fortunately, her tongue didn’t get twisted or her pronunciation didn’t get garbled, so her dignity wasn’t compromised.

“I’m a Count here, and I’m your wife in bed…. Let’s go to the bed….”

“You don’t like it here?”

…It’s not that I don’t like it. To her, who has just awakened to sex, a different experience in a different place is always a curiosity-stimulating factor. It’s just that if we do it here, it feels like some kind of boundary will be broken. Monica Yulstain, the Count of the daytime, who proudly possesses the dignity of a noble and reigns above everyone in this castle. It felt like Monica as a wife, who had inevitably succumbed to her husband as a woman, would dig in.

“…I don’t like it.”

The last bit of pride to protect her as a lord and a noble. She looked at Edward, expressing her refusal in a somewhat firm manner. Her pussy, which had already been teased to the point of agony, had already swallowed half of his glans. Edward looked down at her with a serious gaze, as if confirming her intentions. The moment she grabbed his arm, which was supporting his body as he held onto the armrest to support his body that wasn’t working properly.

Thwack-

“Huk… Huk….”

Into that completely loosened pussy, wet and soaked. His penis was thrust all the way in, and Monica made a sound like air escaping. It passed through the place where his fingers had been, and forcibly parted the inner flesh that had been stuck together again since last night. The fullness she had felt yesterday filled Monica’s insides. The only difference was that today, it was happening right in front of her eyes. Her body was forcibly curled up, and the sight of their coupling directly in her line of sight was incredibly stimulating.

“Why… Huht! I said I didn’t like it….”

“I told you to say you didn’t like it, I didn’t say I’d listen.”

No, how can that be? After fixing her in place so she couldn’t move by supporting her legs with his shoulders, Edward pressed down hard on her lower abdomen. He stimulated Monica, who had reached climax from the shock of the insertion alone, as if welcoming her increasingly sensitive insides from the outside.

“Black, Hii, Hiiik…. Th, this is weird….”

That huge penis that had just been thrusting into her. As if to make her feel that penis, which she had only felt the shock of, Edward made the penis feel bigger every time he pressed. She had just thought it was a long, hot, hard stick. Every time her vagina was forcibly pressed against it, the slightly protruding parts, the parts where the blood vessels were prominent. The uneven shape was drawn in her head as if it were a mold.

“…!”

His fingers gradually moved up, pressing right below her uterus. No, did he press her uterus? She didn’t have any anatomical knowledge, but this was so shocking that it couldn’t be anything else. A sensation that felt like her body was shrinking, or like she was floating. She was definitely fixed in place, pinned under her husband, but she felt like she was about to fly away.

And she can feel the smooth glans, which is much thicker than a pillar. Like the tip of an arrow to pierce through her body, that part that had dug deep and occupied the area below her uterus can be felt as it is. The organ that was made to insert the baby seed right into the place where it should go was aiming at her uterus.

Edward pulled his hips back. Her lower abdomen, which had been bulging out, gradually sank as the penis that had been inside her was pulled out. That sight is scary, like an alarm announcing the impending shock. Like drawing an arrow on a bow, Edward hooked his penis on his waist. And then, fire.

“Oook… Huht…. Huk….”

“I’ll make you think about this every time you work from tomorrow.”

Once again, she exhales all the air in her chest. She completely entrusts her body to Edward, and all her nerves are focused on the penis that has monopolized her senses. Where she’s having sex. What else is there besides sex. Everything flew out of her head. Only Edward and her, completely subdued beneath him, remained.

Thump, thump, thump.

Whether it’s the sound of her heart, or the sound of his penis hitting the end of her body. Perhaps the latter, judging by the fact that her stomach is repeatedly swelling and deflating in time with that sound. Or maybe even her heartbeat is automatically 맞춰진 to it.

Monica, whose worries have all flown away, so she can’t worry anymore. The burning Edward pushed her hard. But judging by the fact that she didn’t lose consciousness, maybe she’s grown a lot. Until Edward put his baby seed inside her like that, Monica held on to her mind and received it all. The problem was that it wasn’t just once.