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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Chaos
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“Come up to my room.”
Isabelle’s voice was a little higher pitched than usual.
Her face was flushed and her cheeks were rosy.
It was true that I had cherished and loved her until now.
It was also true that with each kiss, Isabelle had become bolder with her demands, to the point where she now enjoyed having her nipples caressed.
But this was the first time she had so blatantly invited me to her bed.
I hadn’t yet had sex with Elena today.
Since gaining my powers, how much cum had I spilled inside Elena, and how diligently had I honed my sexual prowess?
We had sex in the bathroom, moaning loudly, and I had touched every part of Isabelle’s body, awakening her to pleasure.
Now with her ears flushed crimson, she sat on the mattress in a haughty pose.
A mistress’s dignity was a precarious and vulgar thing, difficult to maintain and easily shattered.
Isabelle’s dignity was now a flimsy thing, ready to dissipate with a hazy expression at the slightest nibble on her nipples.
“Why did you call me?”
I knew why she had called me.
For a while now, whenever I kissed her, she would give me looks that demanded more.
She would subtly pull my hand down from her breasts or guide it from her waist to her ass.
The amount of exposed skin beneath her clothes had gradually increased, and she would often disarrange her thin dress to reveal her collarbone.
And how lewd was the sight of her breasts peeking through the gaps in her disheveled clothing?
I would pretend to accept her seduction, frantically fondling her breasts, then leave her there, moaning as her head lolled back.
“You ask why I called you?”
Isabelle’s face was flushed.
She was already breathing heavily.
Ignoring my worn clothes, she reached for my waist and tapped her finger against my crotch, sending me a clear signal.
I felt the unmistakable bulge hardening beneath her touch.
Isabelle’s throat trembled slightly as she began to stroke my erection through my pants.
A silent invitation.
Perhaps it was the last vestige of her dignity as a noblewoman.
A preposterous and tiresome dignity, waiting for me to crudely take her.
A sensual dignity, that last shred of pride, making me burn with desire.
“Shall I kiss you?”
I asked, stroking her cheek.
The corners of her mouth turned up at the mere sound of my voice.
She glanced up at me nervously and said,
“Just a kiss? Are you only going to kiss me?”
Her hand pulled down my pants.
My cock, straining against my underwear, sprang free.
Its vulgar form pointed directly at her face.
Isabelle’s hand gently cupped my cock as she asked again,
“Really? Are you only going to kiss me?”
She had a knack for driving a man, or rather, a demon, crazy.
Hearing those words, I decided to stop playing games with her.
She wanted to cross the line and be ravished.
She wanted me to fulfill her as a woman, gently and lewdly, in a way her husband never had.
“Mmm…!”
Instead of answering, I captured her lips with mine and thrust my tongue into her mouth.
At the slightly rough movement, she wrapped her arms around my back and raked her nails down my spine.
“Haa…! Hnnn…!”
Isabelle’s body collapsed onto the mattress beneath my weight.
My hardened cock pressed against her lower abdomen, teasing her.
Each time it touched her, she would twist her waist slightly, trying to avoid it, making it feel as if she was using her flat stomach to stroke my cock.
“Mmm…! Hngh…! Hah…!”
When she opened her mouth to breathe, I lowered my hips, aligning our pelvises.
Two layers of fabric separated her slit from my cock, concealing the point of contact.
“Ah…!”
I pressed the tip of my cock against her soft entrance and began to suck on her breasts.
Her dress was disheveled, her underwear strewn across the mattress.
Isabelle, lacking the maid’s instinct to tidy up, didn’t know what to do and simply clutched the sheets.
“Ah…! Aah…! E-Evan…!”
She called my name.
Calling my name, she grabbed my head and buried it in her breasts.
Her soft, ample flesh enveloped my face before falling away, leaving a mark from my saliva.
Her nipples were erect, and my cock, leaking precum, throbbed, demanding an entrance.
I took off my underwear.
She lay there, waiting, her own panties bunched around her thighs.
When I reached for her waist, Isabelle turned her head away and covered her mouth.
As I pulled her panties down to her knees, I was greeted by the sight of her glistening thighs and the lewd gesture of her raising her knees, making it easier for me to remove them.
Two pairs of underwear lay discarded on the floor.
I kissed her again.
Now, with her legs offering no resistance, I moved my fingers between them.
Her pink flesh peeked through her neatly trimmed pubic hair, awaiting my touch.
“Aah…! Aah…!”
As soon as I inserted my fingers and moved them gently, she spread her legs and twisted her waist.
Breaking the kiss, I wrapped my other arm around her waist, holding her tightly against me.
And I whispered in her ear,
“Does it hurt?”
“N-no, it doesn’t hurt…! W-well… that… Hyaa…!”
Isabelle let out another cute moan and bucked her hips.
She was a married woman, but everything she was experiencing now was new to her.
For her, sex had been violence, not love.
It had been nothing more than a cruel and selfish release.
“Aah…! Hngh…! What is this…? So… pleasurable…! Hngh…! It’s my first time…! Ah…!”
This kind of love was both unfamiliar and exciting to her.
When I opened my mouth, she stuck out her tongue, lapping at it like a baby bird being fed.
Saliva dribbled from the corners of her mouth, but it didn’t matter.
I held her waist tightly and gently explored her inner walls, searching for her weak spot.
As I probed the areas that seemed most sensitive…
“Haaaaah!”
…she would respond by bucking her hips.
She shook her head, burying her face in my chest, trembling as she moaned.
“Aah…! Ugh…! Ugh! Th-this is strange…! Don’t… don’t touch me like that…! Aah…! I-I don’t know about these things…! Hngh…! Ugh…!”
When someone’s mind goes blank, their gaze becomes unfocused, and their breathing grows ragged.
They become a beast, mindlessly bucking their hips, tongue lolling out, craving only pleasure.
Isabelle was now a beast.
A beast trembling with the unfamiliar pleasure, craving only my fingers.
Her fingers raked frantically down my back, and she reflexively pushed me away with her other hand.
A contradictory gesture, clinging to me yet fearing the unfamiliar sensations.
Isabelle’s eyes rolled back slightly, and the hand that had been pushing me away trembled as if electrocuted, then pulled me closer.
“Aah…! Aah…! Ah…!”
Her fingernails must have been digging into my back, leaving white marks.
She moaned in my ear, tears streaming down her face.
Her lower body was soaked, and her love juice spurted with each movement of my fingers.
She squeezed her legs together, finally reaching her peak.
“Aaaaaaaaaah! Ah…! Hah…!”
She clung to me and her body went limp.
Her eyes were unfocused, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
Her face was flushed, her hair plastered to her cheeks.
I could see her, soaked to her knees, on the soiled mattress, and my cock, hard and throbbing, demanded release.
“My head… is spinning…!”
Isabelle muttered.
What had that bastard been doing, leaving such a sensual woman unsatisfied?
This was a classic case of not knowing what you’ve got until it’s gone.
This lewd woman, who would spill her fluids like she had won the lottery with just a little attention, was now mine for the taking.
I climbed onto the mattress.
The soft mattress surprised me with its unfamiliar comfort, making me flinch.
Isabelle, somehow sensing my reaction, reached out to me and said,
“It’s okay. Put it in. Deep.”
With each slow rub against her entrance, her breathing quickened again.
The space where her husband had once slept was empty, and Isabelle’s naked body was covered in my marks.
I placed my hands on her shoulders, and Isabelle, spreading her legs lewdly, pulled me closer.
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