Chesterfield Mansion: The House of the Man Who Hates Me - Chapter 25

Strength entered the waist of the woman who had been breathing heavily with her head drooping on the man’s shoulder. Her nails dug into the man’s muscles as she gripped him.

Izer muttered while biting the chest full of red marks.

“Rotate like this.”

He wanted this woman to satisfy him on her own, but this wasn’t bad either. Whatever the process, isn’t all that matters is if it’s enjoyable in the end?

Right now, he was very much enjoying it. At least until pleas flowed from Celian’s mouth, who had already reached one climax.

“Hic, Izer……”

Izer’s expression froze coldly. The woman didn’t seem to realize what words she had just uttered.

Izer roughly pulled his c**k out of her. Unable to adjust to the sudden loss of volume, Celian stumbled and rolled onto the floor. It was because strength hadn’t yet returned to her legs.

Without time to understand what was happening, her thighs were spread apart. Her body tensed up, expecting him to thrust inside her again, but for a different reason.

Celian let out a moan close to a scream.

“Hngh!”

Her fumbling hands grasped the man’s hair. It must have hurt quite a bit, but he remained unfazed. Once his head was buried in her bush, it showed no signs of lifting easily.

The flesh licking up between her folds was lascivious. In contrast to the sensual movements of his tongue, his rough hands firmly spread her thighs. No matter how much Celian pulled at his hair or tried to push herself back against the floor, she couldn’t escape Izer’s grasp.

Her p*ssy, which had been dripping with arousal, became thoroughly soaked. She resented both her body for getting wet in such a situation and the man for deliberately slurping it up noisily. It would have been better if he had just inserted his p*nis and finished quickly.

Her face, stained with shame, pleaded.

“Izer, I don’t like this, it’s too……”

“‘Young Duke’.”

“……”

It was a mistake. The strength left her hands that had been gripping the man’s hair.

Her exhausted body had spoken without thinking. Celian Berienne couldn’t even call Izer Chesterfield by name, let alone speak informally to him.

The man who had been sucking on her intimate area looked up. His mouth glistened below his red eyes. She wanted to close her eyes, unable to look at such a situation while sober, but knowing Izer wouldn’t allow even that, she forced herself to keep them open.

He spoke with a distorted voice.

“And here I thought Miss Berienne wanted me to serve her.”

“……”

“I wondered why you were so obedient, but it seems you were feeling good remembering old times.”

How disgusting.

Hearing his trailing voice, tears fell from Celian’s eyes.

At this point, she wondered, had he ever been sincere towards her?

She thought Izer had enough reasons to hate her. But at least until that incident happened, she believed without doubt that Izer was sincere to her.

But it seems that was her delusion. The gentle gaze, the warm words, they were all Celian’s misunderstanding. Izer Ren must have been dying of self-loathing the entire time he held her.

“So, how did it feel to be served after so long?”

The voice full of contempt never gets easier to hear no matter how many times she hears it. Celian turned her head to the side, her whole body trembling. To avoid his gaze that seemed ready to tear her apart–no, the space-time surrounding them, at any moment.

Izer granted her wish. The woman’s trembling body was flipped over. Startled, Celian hurriedly braced herself with her hands, barely avoiding her face being buried in the floor.

“Wait, just a moment…!”

Izer had never taken her from behind. He said it was because he had heard some ladies feel humiliated by the position of being mounted like animals.

Yet now he made her get on all fours without a moment’s hesitation. The stark contrast between past and present sent chills down her spine.

Perhaps he noticed why Celian had frozen. A languid voice was heard near her ear.

“I’ve served you as you wished, Miss Berienne, so now you should do what I want.”

“……!”

His shirt, which she didn’t know when he had taken off, lay crumpled on the floor. A hot upper body drenched in sweat overlapped the woman’s half-exposed back.

The man thought as he undressed the woman. She’s indeed most beautiful when naked.

And if she wasn’t going to receive him enthusiastically, it was better for her to be limp like this. In other words, it was much better than making pathetic sounds of dislike.

That suited Celian Berienne much better. Izer pressed down on the back of the woman’s neck, now without a stitch of clothing, preventing her from turning her head.

Between her forcibly spread buttocks, her vaginal opening twitched. Izer looked down at the bare shoulders of the woman who had stopped both struggling and screaming as he shoved his manhood in.

They were covered in red marks he had made them the night before. It was almost summer, and it seemed she would have quite a hard time keeping herself wrapped up for a while.

Even as he thought this, his member steadily spread open the passage that should have been for him alone. It had been worth taking her in that seated position earlier. It was clearly easier to insert than yesterday.

A pair of sagging flesh stuck to Celian’s buttocks before realizing it couldn’t go in further and drooping.

With a thud, a shock went through the woman’s entire body. Her prone form was pushed forward. The sound of Izer clicking his tongue was heard.

“Tsk.”

His large hand overlapped hers gripping the floor, interlocking their fingers. It was a strong grip that felt like it would crush her hand bones.

From behind her firmly held body preventing her from being pushed further forward, a strong force struck Celian’s rear. A moan squeezed out between the woman’s clenched teeth.

“Hngh!”

While her hands were held, she couldn’t prevent her shoulders from being pushed forward. Izer didn’t seem to intend to stop that either.

The thick gl*ns forcefully traversed the woman’s insides. Pushed forward by that force, then pulled back as he withdrew, scraping wetly, her flesh clung to him, moving back together. Foam formed where they met.

The more the movement repeated, the more her mind seemed to empty. While psychologically so confused, her body heated up far too simply.

“Haah!”

“Urgh.”

Izer was similar. She was a woman his adoptive father had brought in. He knew nothing good would come from getting close to her.

But unlike his complicated thoughts, his body lost reason and went wild. The night before he at least had alcohol as an excuse, but now he was completely sober.

While he was briefly distracted, Celian’s waist sank down. Izer growled.

“Raise your hips.”

Celian seemed to have decided to completely submit to him. Though she must have been quite exhausted, she did her best to raise her hips. Seeing her obediently following orders again increased his blood flow.

Now they moved simply, like animals, having given up on thinking.

In the room full of the finest wooden furniture, the elegant young duke of Chesterfield and the prim governess were messily entangled on the floor.

Celian’s body was flipped over. His black hair filled the woman’s vision as she blinked, looking at the ceiling.

“Hah.”

While personally blocking the woman’s moans with his mouth, Izer diligently moved his hips and tongue to explore her.

Since he was thrusting with his pants only half-undone, the sound of his belt buckle jingling could be heard every time he moved. The occasional thudding sound was his polished shoes supporting their owner’s legs.

The two legs that had been in the air wrapped around the man’s waist. It was a habitual action, and a movement that would make the man pick up his pace.

Celian’s body, which had been enduring, twisted and then her legs fell limply. It was her second climax.

Izer separated his lips and asked,

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“……”

“Are you satisfied?”

Who’s serving whom here? But even the man’s mocking voice was full of excitement.

The ejaculation was long. This time too, he scattered his seed inside Celian.

Unlike the day before, Celian silently accepted his s*men without panicking.

It wasn’t a date when she was likely to get pregnant. Still, since it was obvious this would happen repeatedly, she thought she should get contraceptive pills on her next outing.

The woman who had been catching her breath while staring into space quietly got up. Izer had his back turned to her and was in the process of putting his arms through the shirt he had thrown aside.

Soon, the door to the adjoining bathroom opened and the sound of running water was heard.

* * *

It’s okay.

Celian repeated to herself as she buttoned up. Her hands kept slipping due to the sweat.

It’s okay.

The sound of water continued to be heard from the bathroom.