Chesterfield Mansion: The House of the Man Who Hates Me - Chapter 41

“What are you thinking right now?”

“Haa, uh……”

“You must be thinking, ‘How long is this bastard going to keep this up?’”

“……”

“‘I should’ve killed him when I had the chance.’ Or maybe you’re thinking something like that. But I don’t think so. It’s not the kind of thought a woman who’s dripping wet with pleasure would have.”

Celian trembled as she watched him become more and more unsightly day by day. Every time tears welled up in her eyes, Izer fell apart more violently.

It was a kind of ecstasy he had never felt before. He muttered a curse as he looked at her contorted eyes. ‘This is how far I’ve fallen. To the point of no return. I’m so pathetic, you have no idea how to comfort me.’

‘Pity me. Take pity on me. Feel sorry for me, more than a bird with a broken leg, more than a worm lying under the sun.’

“Gasp……!”

Her soft br*ast crumpled under his thick fingers. His teeth, which had been biting the flesh that spilled out between his fingers, grazed her n*pple.

Her legs, which had been limp, spread open.

“You came once with your hand and once with mine. It’s only fair.”

“Wait……!”

He stopped at the very last moment. Izer smirked as he looked directly at her face and continued what he was doing. Celian’s back arched as soon as his p*nis, slick with a mixture of s*men and her fluids, invaded her entrance.

Thump, thump. As the rhythm of his hips picked up speed, so did Celian’s breathing. As soon as his hand, which had been wrapped around her neck, slipped, a sharp command flew at her.

“Hold me properly.”

Their bodies, drenched in sweat and s*men, slid against each other. Izer cursed, gripping her br*asts roughly.

“F*ck, should I just tie you up……”

Celian shook her head with a dazed expression. He only said that; the number of times he actually took out the rope could be counted on one hand.

It seemed to be the last line he drew for himself. As if he had a hunch on whom the knot made by that rope would be placed upon.

Unlike his lower body, which was aggressively teasing her, his upper body was impeccably polite. The man, who had been hugging her tightly as if embracing his beloved and diligently thrusting into her, grabbed her head and pulled her in.

His tongue entered her parted lips and swam around smoothly. The sweet taste of honey from his soft tongue was intoxicating. Her reason had long since lost to pleasure, and she responded with a dazed moan to the smooth movement of his tongue against the inside of her cheek.

“Hmm.”

Celian liked kissing. Of all the physical acts, kissing didn’t feel obscene. She thought it was a little more intimate than holding hands or linking arms, but not something to hide.

Moreover, real kisses gave her the illusion of exchanging hearts. Perhaps it was because of a girlish fantasy that she couldn’t have s*x without feelings, but she could kiss without it.

Lost in the movements of his tongue, the woman closed her eyes and clung to his neck. The thrusts from below also slowed down considerably. Lost in the kiss, she whispered dreamily.

“More……”

That one syllable was so short and easy to utter that it didn’t even need to be interrupted or cut off. She thought it was something she shouldn’t say, but the single word had already been conveyed to him.

His tongue, which had been exploring her small mouth, bit her upper and lower lips in turn and fell away.

“You know, you clench really tight when we kiss.”

His lower body, which had slowed down during the kiss, picked up the pace.

“Do you like kissing that much? Or do you want to cling to me because I’m so good at it?”

His lousy attempt at acting like a lover ended in vain. Celian’s vision blurred, but she didn’t have the energy to wipe her tears. From her lips, which had been letting out sweet moans, erupted the lewd moans that he loved.

“Haa, haa!”

Her vision cleared. She saw the tears glistening on his fingers. Celian, who was biting her lip and blinking back tears, stiffened.

There it was again, that look in his eyes. The guilty crimson light that had stared at her when he had ordered her to take off her clothes after he had recovered from his illness.

Mocking didn’t suit the eyes of a wounded beast. The strange young man pulled it off effortlessly.

“What’s with that desperate look in your eyes?”

“Haa, ah……”

Usually, between the eyes and the mouth, it’s the eyes that tell the truth. And it was those eyes that she wanted to turn away from. Those incredibly sweet, red eyes that held Izer Ren’s light.

This man shouldn’t be looking at her with such eyes. As soon as she closed her eyes, a harsh voice urged her on.

“Open your eyes. Look at me.”

A wry smile appeared where a fleeting moment of affection had been. Celian, coming to her senses, dug her nails into his shoulders. It was pathetic that this was the best she could do to express her refusal, but her weakened body was at its limit, betraying her true feelings.

The man’s movements slowed as he felt her resistance. At his immediate reaction, Celian’s arm fell back down again.

It was futile. She wanted to scream. ‘Since when did you, Izer Chesterfield, care about me? Since when did you show me consideration? Act like ‘you,’ like a Chesterfield. That way, I can…’

‘I can…’

Her limp appearance seemed to be taken as a sign that he could do more. Thump, thump, thump, thump…… The rhythm of his movements, scraping against her inner walls, accelerated at a steady pace.

Letters floated in her pleasure-clouded mind.

<Porchmen Boarding School was established in the 17th century……>

It was a sentence from the brochure that had been tucked into the door of Celian’s room this morning.

<Every year, about twenty students benefit from Chesterfield’s scholarship program……>

The Duke of Chesterfield had sent her a signal. He was watching over Celian. He was watching as Izer was immersed in her, waiting for the game he had created to reach its climax.

With a rough groan, the object that had been filling her insides slipped out. Celian trembled as she felt the warm liquid spraying on her inner thighs. The s*men that splattered on her skin, chilled by the sweat that was trying to offset her rising body temperature, was incredibly hot.

It was so hot that it made the rest of her feel cold. Her body, which couldn’t stop trembling, rolled to the side.

“Why are you shaking like that?”

“I always get like this when I lose my strength.”

Celian buried her face in his chest, as if she were going to wipe her face on it. It was damp. 

 ***

 Click. Inside the open brown bag were items that looked terrifying enough to instill fear in anyone who didn’t know their purpose. Behind the medical tools, each gleaming from meticulous care, Owen pulled out a string-tied notebook and asked.

“Have you had a fever since my last visit?”

“No. Didn’t Miss Berienne tell you about my condition?”

Owen pretended not to hear.

“You’re looking much better. I don’t think you’ll need any more medicine for your body aches.”

“That thing you just took out looks like medicine too.”

“It’s alright to take sleeping pills now. You seemed to have almost finished the ones I prescribed before, so I brought more.”

Izer rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, which he had buttoned up to his wrists.

“I was wondering if I should ask you to change to something a little lighter. I’ve been sleeping better than before.”

“……It’s probably the aftereffect of your illness. I can’t guarantee that you’ll be fine even after your body has fully recovered. Stick to this medication for the time being.”

With that, Owen closed his mouth.

He despised fellow doctors who over-prescribed to their patients, calling them pill-pushers. Medicine was a means to help patients recover, not to line a doctor’s pockets.

Owen Caleb, a man who hated prescribing excessive medication, recommended a drug to his patient.

It had to be sleeping pills.

A drug that turned off the night.

Owen wanted Izer to sleep soundly at night. He wished for him to be unable to fight off the overwhelming drowsiness and fall into a dreamless sleep from early evening until late morning.

It was a very beautiful act of kindness for the sake of his patient’s health. If anyone were to realize the young doctor’s feelings, they might even suspect that he harbored feelings for the young man that went beyond friendship.

At that moment, the door opened. Celian, who entered with Izer’s permission, looked surprised.

“I didn’t realize you had a guest.”

Owen, realizing that her polite speech wasn’t directed at him, simply nodded in greeting and looked away. Instead, Izer responded to her words as if he was used to it.

“He’ll be leaving soon. What brings you here?”

“I’ll come back later.”

“Tell me now.”

His soft voice held a note of command. Owen tried to ignore their conversation and began to organize the scattered medical tools. String, empty pill bottles, medical scissors…… As the doctor was putting each item back in its place in the bag, a pale arm caught his eye.

Blood vessels stood out on the wrist that he had rolled up for the examination. Contrary to his calm voice, he could see the blood rushing beneath the veins that were vividly protruding from his clenched fist.

Owen looked up.