Chesterfield Mansion: The House of the Man Who Hates Me - Chapter 24

His insides burned. His stiff right hand repeatedly clenched and unclenched into a fist.

Every time he moved his right hand, he reflexively thought of Celian. The naive young lady who didn’t know the ways of the world, the woman who had taken the warning that her feelings for Izer would destroy him lightly.

It was true that he resented Celian. Because of her, he had been hit by countless incidents he shouldn’t have had to experience.

Izer grasped at empty air. Naturally, it felt hollow. He wanted to grab something. And he knew what it was.

The bell rang. Although the person who appeared wasn’t particularly welcome, Izer coldly ordered.

“Tell Miss Berienne to come to my room.”

The butler, who disregarded Izer almost as much as his adoptive father did in this house, responded to this trivial call for no other reason. It was highly likely that the Duke had ordered him to report all of Izer’s actions.

More precisely, he probably wanted to know how faithfully his neat freak adopted son was serving the woman who had ruined him.

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It was Celian’s second time entering this room.

Just like the first time she entered, Izer stared at her intently today too. The only difference was that he was sitting in a chair with his legs crossed.

There was no way Izer had called her to apologize. Celian had come to this room knowing the humiliation she would have to endure.

There was nowhere to escape from his scrutinizing gaze. After looking at Celian for a while, Izer ordered.

“Come closer.”

Celian slowly took a step. When she stopped in front of Izer, the second order fell.

“Come here and sit.”

There was no chair. Izer gave specific instructions in an indifferent tone to the woman who only lowered her eyes.

“Take three more steps forward and kneel on the floor. Right here, in front of me.”

“……”

“Should I come to you?”

She took three steps. The knees that had been standing slowly touched the ground.

Izer uncrossed his legs. His shoe touched Celian’s shoulder, but neither of them mentioned this fact.

Both of his legs spread apart, forming a perfectly balanced symmetry on either side of her shoulders.

The third order was replaced with a question.

“You know how to do it, right?”

The man, watching the stone-still Celian, unbuckled his belt while still sitting. The center of his expensive-looking cotton pants opened.

This was as far as the man would allow her to look away.

“Do you perhaps prefer it a bit rougher?”

Celian slowly extended her hand towards the open fly.

To seduce Izer, Celian had to appear as if she had feelings for him. Only then could she melt that frozen man.

She had to seep into this man. And to get closer psychologically, the process of physically staying by his side had to precede it.

This was one of those steps. As she slowly pushed the enormous manhood into her mouth until her jaw ached, Celian endlessly repeated to herself.

Complete submission. Come when called, undress when told, lie down when ordered, suck when commanded. That passive attitude would make Izer let his guard down.

But at some point, when he comes to his senses, he will look for her. That’s how terrifying physical intimacy is.

Mixing flesh, calling each other’s names, observing each other’s reactions, getting used to each other’s scent — by then, Izer would realize… That this woman, the woman he had decided to hate, had ultimately entered deep into his life.

The manhood pushing into her mouth stabbed Celian’s throat. At the same time, her thoughts stopped.

“Ugh!”

Her head, which reflexively tried to pull back, was roughly grabbed. Her hands, losing their place, slid powerlessly over the man’s firm thighs.

Izer lowered his eyes. The woman’s silver hair trembled faintly as her head was held in his hand, his thing in her mouth.

It was quite an erotic sight. Both the angle looking down from above and the situation of her sucking his manhood like a slave submitting to her master were all to his liking.

And above all, this woman was clumsy at f*llatio. That fact gave him satisfaction. He thought she had lived quite roughly, but it seems she hadn’t had to bury her head in men’s groins that much.

Since she was being good, he could give her a moment to breathe.

As soon as Izer loosened his grip, Celian’s head darted back. Her eyes, still holding the gl*ns area in her mouth, looking up at him, were tinged red.

It was a sight he hadn’t been able to see when it was completely in her mouth. The thought that not many people had seen this view made a sense of victory surge up.

His stiff manhood grew even more in volume. The woman’s eyes wavered at the growing c**k.

“You’re quite obedient today.”

Izer pulled her head again and buried it in his groin. The choking moans, far from being unpleasant to hear, excited him.

He knows his current appearance is unsightly too. Getting beaten by a top predator and taking it out on a herbivore. It was endlessly vulgar and despicable.

But there’s no such thing as good trash. If he was going to be trash anyway, it was better to put down all conscience and hit rock bottom. The most useful lesson his adoptive father had given him applied directly to his relationship with the woman before him.

To Celian, he was just a fearsome wolf anyway. He had probably become an enemy as of the previous night.

Unless he had the will to improve their relationship, which he didn’t need to, Izer had no reason to accommodate Celian. It was enough to act as he pleased and relieve his stress.

The thought directly became action. A fishy liquid filled the woman’s mouth.

“Swallow.”

The face glaring at Izer flinched, and finally Celian’s throat succumbed and moved. Just seeing the woman swallow his stress in his place made him feel much better.

The man who released Celian’s head put his arms under her armpits and lifted her. Watching Celian’s legs, which had been kneeling, awkwardly straighten, he pulled down her underwear and sat her on top of him.

After just a few frictions, Izer instantly thrust his enlarged shaft into Celian’s insides in one go.

A moan escaped from the woman’s mouth.

“Hnngh.”

Although she had experienced it just the day before, she hadn’t gotten used to it. A body that hadn’t gotten used to it in the past wouldn’t adapt in just one day.

Izer felt the heat clearly higher than body temperature enveloping him and forcibly met her eyes.

He didn’t seem to intend to hide his voice, clouded with excitement.

“Try moving. Since you’re being so obedient, I’m curious if you’ll do this too.”

Celian bit her lip.

She had little to no experience moving on her own. In the past, Izer had taken great care not to let Celian, whose stamina differed from his, collapse from exhaustion.

Therefore, most of the movement was done by Izer. It was rare for Celian to take active action to satisfy the man.

“You need to rotate properly.”

Trying to rotate her hips while sitting would make her fall backwards. Watching her clumsy movements, the man made a boiling sound and put his hand inside her dress to grab her buttocks.

At the unexpected movement, her mouth opened with a gasp. The swallowed moan soon turned into a cry of pleasure.

“Aah!”

Izer was sitting with just the edge of his buttocks barely on the chair. Although it should have been uncomfortable, he bounced his hips quite easily even with an adult woman sitting on top of him.

The woman’s body, clinging to the man’s shoulders and dangling, shook mercilessly up and down. The male trying to surge towards the ceiling and the female constantly sinking towards the ground due to her own weight continuously interlocked, creating squelching noises.

When lying on the bed, she could at least be pushed upwards. Now, sitting on top of Izer, there was nowhere to escape.

It was the moment when Celian’s hands embraced Izer’s neck for the simple reason of wanting to support herself.

A growling breath burst from the man’s heated neck.

“Ha, s**t……”

It was an insignificant movement. But just the fact that this woman had embraced him made his body heat up.

……It seemed like she was depending on him, and that subtle relationship heightened his excitement.

It should have been tearful that the final destination of a woman driven to the edge of a cliff was a place like this — but Izer, trying not to get intoxicated by the fact that he was her dead end, embraced the woman’s waist. Hot skin touched below his lips.

The female body, revealing ample br*easts over the dress with buttons messily torn, was drenched in sweat. Her wet back slid under the man’s hands.

The sweet moans pouring from above his head were sweet.

“Aah……”

The waist that had only been moving up and down drew a small circle clockwise. It was a very small movement for him, but not for the woman impaled on his center.