Chapter 113

“I can see how the rumor got started, but they will not be staying at my mansion.”

Puckering her lips, Liv frowned and averted her gaze. She had tried to turn her head along, but all she could do was barely avoid his gaze because the Marquis had a firm grip on the nape of her neck.

“Does my answer satisfy you?”

“… I have nothing to do with your decision in accepting guests. It’s for you to do as you please, my Lord.”

“I’m just asking if my answer met your personal and private satisfaction.”

It was a soft yet persistent question. The thumb, which had been taking its time in rubbing her lower lip, slowly moved to sweep under her chin and around her neck.

“Huh?”

Liv swallowed dryly. Whenever she breathed through her slightly open lips, the Marquis would pressed hard on her throat. Could this be how the victor looks like after a successful hunt, holding the most beautiful trophy?

Liv, trembling, finally confessed sincerely.

“I’m satisfied, my Lord.”

The sight of Liv, breathing heavily with rosy cheeks, was like a freshly captured deer to the hunter. She must have looked ridiculous. Even though she was well aware of it, Liv couldn’t control her wild breath. And on high probability… The Marquis seemed to be quite pleased with her disheveled appearance.

“Then now it’s my turn to enjoy the satisfaction.”

The Marquis tilted his head at an angle again. Unlike the first one, where he came to her aggressively, this was a peaceful, sweet movement.

“Let’s see if you learned well last time.”

…

The soft tablecloth under her back was crumpled and disheveled carelessly.

The hard table didn’t creak at all despite the violent movements. It was just as the tablecloth moved, the cutleries on top of it lost their original position. At the end, a few pieces of the cutlery fell on the floor with loud noises.

Clang!

No one glanced at the source of the noises despite its loudness. More accurately, the Marquis was not interested in it, and Liv couldn’t afford to care.

“Gasp!”

She had experienced it once, but she felt like coming back to the first time. The thick mass that thrust deep inside her was tortuous, like an ordeal she had never experienced before, and each thrust sent a tingling sensation down her spine like an electric shock.

Liv wondered if the first sex was also like this. She had no idea why this felt so unfamiliar.

Maybe it was because of the different locations. At that time, they did it on a normal, functioning bed.

“Hht, htt!”

“You don’t get better at all.”

The man’s muttering cut through the wet sound of friction. He only removed his gloves again this time. Liv was completely different from him.

Even though there were only two of them, the location was a wide dining room, and the place she lay down was the dining table. Liv had never imagined there would be a day when she lay down on a table, stark naked, and cried out in pleasure in the dining room.

But it was too late for her to feel ashamed. Her mind was foggy from the ceaseless stimulation, and she was too busy crying from the strange pleasure that came with the pain.

“Huff.”

“Ahh…”

The man, who took place between the widely spread legs, rocked his hips up hard. She reflexively curled up from the force, and her spine crashed into the hard tabletop, leaving her numb.

Aside from the embarrassment of committing a lewd act in a dining room, it was hard for her to lie down comfortably. This was made worse by the fact that there was no mercy shown by the Marquis’ penis, which was pounding her from below. The searing heat increasingly numbed her lower half, and her legs fluttered in the air like sheets of paper. Her underwear, which hung down to her calf, fluttered along. It was all too plain to see, adding to her shame and sense of immorality.

“Aht!”

Liv arched her back at the sensation of something rigid poked hard deep inside her. Unlike the Marquis, who hadn’t ejaculated even once, Liv had already drunk in pleasure several times. She fumbled around, clutching the Marquis’ clothes pitifully, making every effort to escape this pleasure at all costs.

Her efforts were futile.

“You’ll have to do your best in reviewing.”

The Marquis whispered, as if making fun of her, and she wanted to retort, but the only thing she could let out was gasp for air.

The wet friction continued at increasingly rapid intervals. With each quickening thrust, the fabric of his pants brushed roughly against her damp flesh. The monstrous rod dug its way instead and only stopped when it poked the deepest of her inside.

“Ggrh.”

She felt something explode in her lower belly. Goosebumps rose over her sweaty skin. While his penis spurted semen against her inner walls over and over again, the Marquis collected his breath, bracing his upper body with his arms. Sweat glistened on his forehead, which was covered with his disheveled platinum hair.

The corners of the Marquis’ eyes were subtly red as he furrowed his head. Liv, who was under him, looked up at his face as if entranced. As before, and as now, the Marquis was unruffled throughout their sex, but when he reached climax, he exuded an unrestrained arousal.

Liv unconsciously tightened her grip on his penis. The moment her throbbing vagina tightened around the root of his penis, the Marquis’ gaze, which had been blurred by pleasure, returned to clarity.