Chesterfield Mansion: The House of the Man Who Hates Me - Chapter 20

The force pressing down on Celian weakened slightly. She opened her eyes slightly, panting, then froze.

Izer, who had moved his body towards her waist, was staring up at her.

The temporary sense of liberation she felt was the result of the man who had been pressing down on her chest and abdomen with his whole body moving downward. Izer was still on top of her, but at least he wasn’t crushing her chest and compressing her lungs.

Now she couldn’t breathe for a different reason.

Red eyes flashed with madness. They were eyes she knew, yet they seemed to belong to a completely different person. Seeing that look as if he would devour her, she feared what would come next. If she could speak now, she might have begged him to hurry up and do it.

Meanwhile, the man glared at her and clenched and unclenched his comfortable left hand a few times instead of his stiff right hand. The movement was natural, and there was no problem in applying force.

He didn’t particularly intend to crush this woman, but if he wanted to, it seemed he could. Even if it was with just one hand.

This was Izer’s unconscious way of reaffirming his position. Evidence that if he wanted, he could touch even each of Celian’s bones, that he was above everything of this woman.

He lowered his head and sucked on her left br*ast. His right hand, moving as if it had never been injured, gently caressed the opposite br*ast.

The woman’s body and voice stiffened and froze at his suddenly changed attitude, but there was no reason to closely observe her reactions.

His lips bit the peak. A muffled moan escaped from the woman’s mouth.

“Mmph!”

Izer viciously twisted the right n*pple he had been persistently caressing.

The woman who had been lying limp as if she had given up started to struggle. Her last bit of pride after having given everything up was laughable. She seemed to be trying to close her legs, but it was impossible with his two thighs between them.

Eyes full of lust looked down at the woman’s crotch. The lower hole of the woman, who continued to struggle to the end in absolute refusal, was wet and glistening.

She felt fingers parting her folds, then suddenly something invaded inside. Celian’s body stiffened at the foreign sensation she hadn’t felt in a long time.

Long fingers began to dig into and rub the inside of her v*gina. She couldn’t help but squeeze her eyes shut at the vivid sensation. Not just her hands without blood flow, but even her toes tingled. It was a sensation she always felt when Izer caressed her.

Celian let out a moan as she went limp, shuddering at the thrill running up her spine.

“Nngh……”

She couldn’t help it. The man trying to violate her now was someone who had once aimed solely to give pleasure to this woman.

He was someone who had soothed the woman with a kind face, heard the sounds she wanted from her mouth, and faithfully fulfilled his own desires while doing so.

It felt just like going back six years. Celian, who had been breathing heavily, opened her eyes.

The Izer of the past tried not to show his desire in front of her. As if he was afraid she would get scared and run away.

Then when Celian called him to the bedroom, he would set aside his own er*ect p*nis that seemed to want to thrust into her immediately, and strive to satisfy Celian ‘first’.

Izer curled his fingers inside. As her sensitive spot was stimulated, a cry escaped from the woman’s mouth that had been holding back.

“Hahh!”

It would have been more enjoyable for Izer if he hadn’t gagged her, but Celian’s room wasn’t very soundproof. It might be better to drag her into his bedroom next time.

The woman’s body trembled. Izer didn’t miss the momentary haziness that appeared in Celian’s eyes.

Pleasure shot up to the tips of her hair. The more the body heats up, the more the heart is crushed. At least that’s how it was in their relationship, and that’s why Izer was very satisfied with this situation where Celian was submitting under him.

Celian closed her wet eyes. She could feel her entrance, still in the afterglow of climax, twitching. That sight would please the man and bring shame to her.

His menacing c*ck throbbed. Izer whispered as he fitted his member between her lower parts.

“Lian, you really liked this.”

Izer never called Celian by her name, let alone a nickname. Celian, who had been dissatisfied with this fact, asked to be called by a nickname at least in bed. The same went for informal speech.

The infinitely elegant soliloquy painfully jabbed at both their past and present.

“I wonder if you still like it.”

“……!”

The p*nis that was thick as an arm mercilessly thrust in. Her back, which had been arching like a bow, was pressed down to the floor.

The only parts the woman could move freely, flapping like a fish skewered on a stick, were her two legs raised in the air.

Izer applied force to make sure the root of his shaft, which hadn’t fully entered, went in all the way. Behind his cold voice, suppressed excitement bubbled out.

“Remember this well, Lian. It’s up to me to decide whether to ignore you or not.”

“……”

“Your opinion doesn’t matter in my decision.”

Look even now. With this whisper, the movement began. Every time Izer thrust his hips forcefully, their chests touched and separated.

Tears welled up in Celian’s eyes at the p*nis thrusting from below. Her breath caught and her head felt empty and dizzy. Her whole body was being shaken mercilessly, but there was not a bit of her will in it.

Then Izer removed the cloth bundle he had stuffed in her mouth. A moan flowed out between her lips as her breathing became easier.

“Nngh!”

“You’d better hope there’s no one outside. If you don’t want strange looks from tomorrow, Lian.”

She wanted no part of the maids’ whispers. Celian gritted her teeth and tried to hold back her moans.

But holding back moans wasn’t everything. The old bed, unable to withstand the man’s fierce thrusts, creaked and shifted, finally hitting the wall with a thud.

As the thudding sound repeated, the sense of fear deepened. Celian, who had only been averting her gaze, opened her mouth. The words she forced out through her throat, gasping for breath, sounded nonsensical to Izer.

“No, ah, I hate it……!”

“You hate it? Your lower part doesn’t agree.”

It was absurd to refuse while dripping wet. Izer clicked his tongue and lowered his hand to pinch her cl*toris somewhat roughly.

“Ahh, Young Duke……”

Celian shook her head while crying. She couldn’t scream. It wouldn’t be good for either her or Izer’s image to be seen by others.

“Hic, please, please……”

“Please, what?”

“Stop……”

All the nerves in her body were focused downward. As he said, she was thoroughly wet so it didn’t hurt, but the entrance forcibly invaded felt like it was about to tear. Her brain, distorted by pain and pleasure, kept shedding tears.

But the woman’s reactions only stimulated Izer more.

The squelching sounds increased in frequency. It was the sound of the sticky foam created at their joined parts rubbing against each other.

Now Izer didn’t speak anymore either. He was overwhelmed just dealing with the pleasure of her body sucking him in eagerly, as if welcoming the female body he had tasted after a long time.

He pushed away all distracting thoughts. He was busy focusing only on the pleasure. The tingling sensation, incomparable to when he had m*sturbated imagining this woman’s n*ked body in the past, led him far away.

Where he arrived was not happiness. Physical ecstasy — the hot friction enveloping his shaft and the wetness signifying the female’s response, and the fullness sufficient to nurse his offspring.

In other words, it was instinct, and in yet other words, it meant there was no room for any emotion or thought to intervene.

His sharp nose bridge was buried between her br*asts. He tried to inhale more of her scent than his lungs could handle at once. His burdened lungs urged their owner to exhale.

Not wanting to pant alone, he raised his head that had been buried.

He saw the woman looking down at his head, hiccuping. She didn’t seem to expect their eyes to meet. Her body, which had stopped crying, tensed up.

At the same time, her insides tightened. A growling breath that escaped from deep in the man’s throat bit the woman’s nape.

“Ugh, saying you hate it while doing this……”

“Ahh!”

“You still……”

The alcohol flowing through his veins rushed to his head. His brain, which had been capable of thought, blacked out completely, just like his hair.

Heat rose throughout his body. Beads of sweat fell, staining the sheets. Some even landed on the moaning woman’s body. Izer would then lower his head to lick the salty droplets.

“Hic, hic, no……”

“Don’t speak.”

It was a scene he had seen in a dream long ago. Celian Berienne crying and saying no, Celian Berienne screaming to be let go, and Izer Ren — no, Izer Chesterfield — busy thrusting into her until she was raw, gripping her head.