Deceived 48

Chapter 48

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"Um, what should I do…?"

"If you don't know, just close your eyes."

Seeing the woman obediently close her eyes at his command, a silent chuckle escaped him. Her desire to do something for him seemed as genuine as it was sincere, not a shred of falsehood in it. Even if it completely contradicted the terms written in the contract.

He stared at the skin revealed through the sheer fabric before slipping off her chemise. The rose scent lingering on her body grew stronger, making his mouth water. 

Edmund looked down briefly at Blair, her eyes still closed, hands clasped.

Her lashes, fluttering down, were unusually long and delicate. Those sharp, almond-shaped eyes that captivated his gaze with each slow blink. He observed her straight nose, full lips, slender jawline, and straight neck, savoring each feature in turn, before sweeping her bangs aside. The sensation of blood rushing rapidly below was something he hadn't felt in a very long time.

Edmund slipped his hand under her arm and gently laid her down on the bed. It was then that he resumed kissing the completely naked woman.

It was different from the tender, considerate kiss moments before. Their breath mingled somewhat raggedly, and saliva dripped down her jaw, unable to keep pace with the rough contact. He, who had only touched her breasts with his fingertips, suddenly lowered his face and buried his lips in them.

"...Ah, wait...!"

He bit down hard on her breasts, surprisingly ample for her slender frame. Like a dog, he stuck out his tongue to lick the erect nipples, then sucked the flesh into his mouth until dimples formed on both cheeks. With his other hand, he pinched, shook, and twisted the opposite nipple. It was then that the woman, who had been biting her own knuckles to stifle her moans, finally lost control.

"Huh, hmm..."

Hearing the once prim and proper woman exhale ragged breaths, the desire he had painstakingly restrained boiled over. This was absolutely not where he wanted to be, nor did he intend to cross this line. His coldly calculating mind was at odds with his body, which craved her. Desire was so contradictory. If she ever learned the truth about the observation ritual later, how horribly would she despise him? So shouldn't he stop now?

A faint tremor passed through the woman clutching his hair. It wasn't fear, but a tremor of acceptance, however reluctant. Perhaps that was why he didn't want to stop. More terrifying than desire or physical arousal was that nameless tremor.

"Why are you crying? Does it hurt?"

He glanced up, saw her eyes brimming with tears, and asked. Blair shook her head.

"No, I just feel weird..."

"If you want to stop, just say the word."

He straightened his upper body, uttering it as if granting a favor. Looking up at him, casting a large shadow, Blair gasped repeatedly. He grabbed the backs of her thighs with both hands and pushed her up against her chest. As her flushed lower body was laid bare, she held her breath for a moment. He felt just as dizzy, like he’d regressed to an ignorant adolescent boy.

Her already glistening, flowing pussy was plump with flesh; unless he parted it with his fingers, the inner flesh wasn’t easily visible. He swallowed dryly, then lowered his hand to part the slit. Startled by the unfamiliar sensation, the woman flinched and jumped.

He deliberately spread two fingers wide, pulling her pussy lips apart. A ruby-like clit, swollen and taut, revealed itself. As if aroused merely by his gaze, her lower body twitched like a fish's gills. It was clear no other man's hands had touched her, nor even her own unless it was time to wash. Only belatedly did he realize he was defiling her. He shouldn't be touching his one-year fake wife…

"I don't know if this is okay."

He murmured his inner thoughts while staring down at her glistening wetness. She seemed so lost in sensation she didn't even hear him. He sighed and rubbed the slit with the tips of his index and middle fingers pressed together.

"Huh... Mm..."

Her moans were soon drenched in moisture. They might have been loud enough to be heard clearly outside the hallway. Even so, Edmund didn't stop. He couldn't stop. Did he want to secure definitive proof? Or was it simply carnal desire? Or was it his heart, obscured by layers of dark lust?

He rubbed her small, swollen clit, then thrust two fingers straight into her slackened hole. She, who had been gasping, overwhelmed by excitement, twisted her hips urgently.

"Ah...! Ah!"

"Stay still."

As she twisted her body this way and that, making his movements difficult, he stretched out one arm and pressed down hard on her delicate shoulder. Contrasting with his forceful grip, he planted a tender kiss on her cheek, then spurred his right hand on to probe deeper into her moist flesh.

A voice like a scream burst forth repeatedly. Unable to move at all, she could only endure the overwhelming stimulation crashing down upon her. Penetrated helplessly, unprepared, her expression was half-fainting.

Before long, another finger joined the one teasing her wet opening, and the squelching sounds grew as lewd as her screams. Edmund, his forearms bulging with veins as he increased his pace, casually slipped off his silk robe with his free hand. Unlike her, who wore a chemise beneath hers, he was completely naked, leaving them both utterly exposed.

He withdrew his fingers, looking down at the woman trembling violently at her peak. Her sensitivity was extraordinary; she had thoroughly soaked him, right up to his wrist. Kneeling upright, he gathered her quivering legs and hoisted them onto his shoulders.

"Don't hold back your voice."

"Ah..."

"I want to hear more."

Then, his penis, already swollen to bursting and reaching his abdomen, was pressed firmly between her thoroughly soaked thighs. It wasn't for penetration, but to rub against her skin.

Both her breasts were being sucked as if chewed, and her most private parts—parts she herself had never properly touched in her life—were being toyed with so roughly that her tender flesh lost its original shape, crushed and pressed in every direction. Yet Blair seemed most shocked only now.

"Uh, Edmund."

Blair watched wide-eyed as his enormous penis rubbed between her thighs. She watched the thick shaft diligently grind against the plump mound and her lower belly. She looked quite flustered. It wouldn't have been surprising if she'd fainted right then and there.

"This, this... feels... very wrong... Uh...!"

He was too preoccupied to spare her feelings, and he couldn't risk her blurting out the wrong sounds for the witnesses outside to hear. So he deliberately twisted the angle of his penis to nudge her still-hot clit. Then he gradually increased his speed.

The lewd sound of friction echoed through the bedroom as his pelvis collided with her thighs. She no longer made moaning sounds. It didn't matter anyway. The goal had been achieved.

Above all, her flushed face looking up at him was so beautiful, and her expression—despite the situation having crossed boundaries long ago, trying desperately to trust him—made it impossible for him to look away. He didn't stop.

Soon, with a rough gasp, he spilled his milky semen onto her slender lower abdomen. Even after he stopped the friction between her thighs, his menacingly erect penis twitched on its own, as if possessed, spurting semen over her several more times.

Blair, flushed bright red, watched the scene to the very end. When Edmund straightened his bent body and swept his sweat-drenched bangs back, Blair propped herself up on her elbows, lifting her upper body. Then she stretched out her arms and embraced him. Edmund didn't know what that embrace meant.

He merely grimaced as he held the naked woman. The familiar self-loathing squeezed its way into his hollow chest.