Chapter 5 – 【 What Misunderstanding Brings 】 (Part 7)

As he pinched her b*ttocks reproachfully, Yuria flinched and lowered her gaze.

“I remember you had plenty of chances to say you didn’t like it. Why didn’t you say no?”

She could have said not to be rough, or to keep quiet and just move her waist, but Yuria didn’t. Maybe it was because she wasn’t straightforward by nature, but there could be other reasons too.

“Was it really your preference? Even if it was, I wouldn’t mind. As you can see, I’m willing to accommodate.”

“No!”

“Then, did you put up with s*x you didn’t like because you liked me that much?”

Did he hit the mark? The Princess, looking like a startled rabbit, stared at him and quickly blushed.

“Why aren’t you answering, Princess?”

Yuria was more embarrassed about her feelings being exposed than about being n*ked. She couldn’t speak or meet his eyes.

“Or leave. I don’t want to do it with someone who doesn’t want it.”

As he pretended to get up, Yuria, startled, grabbed his arm and muttered with a tearful expression. Her voice was so small it was barely audible.

“I-I like you.”

He wanted to pretend he hadn’t heard, but he feared her face might burst into tears. Cedric, pretending to give in, sat back down. He lifted her chin to make her look at him, but her teary eyes couldn’t meet his and kept darting around.

So cute. 

He had guessed her feelings when he heard she went to pull Lesia’s hair. But hearing it directly made his c*ck twitch. With her fully undressed, it would be perfect to thrust in right now, but that would damage her delicate hole.

Really, she was a woman who required a lot of attention. Yet, he was the problem too, clinging to her despite everything. He should punish the culprit who caused this mess, but here he was, caressing her face for being pretty. 

“Uuh…”

When he brought his lips to hers, she closed her eyes as if waiting, her lips parting as his tongue slipped in, eagerly wrapping around his. When he sucked on her tongue, she let out a pleasing hum. Her legs spread open as a bonus.

Settling between her legs and subtly rubbing his bulging cr*tch against her, their entangled tongues trembled. From below, already soaking wet, came squelching sounds.

“Haah…”

The Princess, short of breath, turned her head to break the kiss. Cedric lightly kissed her neck, which was rising and falling with her heavy breathing, then lifted himself slightly.

“Your juices soaked my pants because you rubbed your p*ssy while squirting.”

He had planned to quickly take off his shirt and get back to it, but seeing his cr*tch soaked with her juices, his mischievous side kicked in. He made sure the Princess saw the w*tness, causing her to panic and cover her face with both hands.

That was one way to handle it. Cedric smirked and unb*ttoned his shirt. The sight before him was so satisfying it made him ignore the urgent need below.

The princess lying there, wearing nothing but a pearl necklace, her br*asts and lower parts completely exposed, was quite arousing.

“You might be the only princess who confesses her love while leaking down there.”

“No, no.”

“Then what is this? Did some other woman wet my pants with her p*ssy juice?”

Shaking her head with her face covered, she whimpered, not liking the mention of another woman. Cedric’s shirt fell off the bed. As the seam of his pants, stained with her juices, opened, his long-neglected erect*on sprang free.

Yuria reached out to him. It was a gesture asking him to stop the mean words and hold her. She wanted to be wrapped in his broad arms and lose herself in the comfort. Cedric took hold of her dangling hand.

Would he interlock our fingers, or wrap it around his neck? 

Yuria stayed still, thinking of their usual routine. But he placed her hand not on his neck, but on the bed sheet.

“Hold on tight.”

Hold what? 

Yuria gripped the bedsheet, unsure. And then it happened. Cedric’s legs dangled over her waist, and his hardened m*mber hovered over her.

“Ce-Cedric!”

His mischievous eyes met hers between her legs, and before she knew it, the gl*ns, leaking pr*c*m, was right in front of her eyes.

The veiny, engorged p*nis brushed against her body, spreading her juices along its length. She understood what this position and act meant.

“Wait, ah, ugh…”

Yuria gripped the sheet as the thick sh*ft opened her still-unprepared entrance. Cedric entered her at a steady pace, neither too fast nor too slow. He didn’t stop until his thick root was fully inside her.

“Open your eyes, Princess.”

With her eyes tightly shut, Yuria shook her head. The sensation of the thick sh*ft filling her belly was familiar, but seeing it with her own eyes was new.

Her tight hole stretched to accommodate the forearm-sized p*nis, looking like it might tear but also extremely lewd. It would be embarrassing even as a framed picture, but to think it was her own body, it was a wonder she hadn’t fainted.

“I want to see your eyes while I f*ck you, so open them.”

Yuria stubbornly refused.

“You said you liked me.”

“S-so what?”

“It’s the c*ck of the husband you love so much. Shouldn’t you check if it’s going in properly?”

Why do I even have to check with my eyes? 

The sensation of being filled to the brim is more than enough. And surely he’s putting it in well on his own.

“Looks like it was a lie.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Then open your eyes.”

What did that have to do with anything? 

Not understanding the connection, Yuria hesitated. Cedric threatened to pull out, startling her into opening her eyes, realizing her mistake too late.

Now she looked like a woman obsessed with c*ck. By the time she realized it, it was too late. Her eyes were open, the c*ck was still fiercely inside her, and Cedric was laughing.

“You don’t want me to pull it out, huh.”

Cedric pressed the already buried sh*ft deeper. The thick end poked her curved inner wall, pushing past her c*rvix. Yuria let out a strained moan as if he intended to push his balls in too.

“Hng, ah, ugh…”

“Does it seem like it’s going in well? Hm?”

“I don’t know, I don’t know.” 

Yuria whimpered, shaking her head. Yet, cunningly, her c*nt was sucking on his c**k, making him want to lose his mind and just thrust his hips wildly. But he couldn’t do that, as it would break Yuria.

He gently pressed down on Yuria’s legs, spreading her lower parts even wider. Each time his c**k went in and out of her flushed hole, her juices gushed out. He ground deeply inside her, fully pressing his pelvis against hers. Thrusting from top to bottom, his powerful strokes made her b*ttocks and thighs twitch uncontrollably.

“Ah, ugh, it’s deep, too deep…”

Overwhelmed by the pl*asure storming through her, Yuria twisted her hips this way and that, even while bent over. She was trying to find an angle where the painful pl*asure would be less intense, but her body, already accustomed to the taste of a man, didn’t care even if his c**k was off course.

“Ced, hng, Cedric, mm, ugh.”

Yuria clenched the sheet as if pulling out weeds. It hadn’t been long since they started, but the Princess’s condition was already unusual. Her pupils dilated with pl*asure, her lips barely able to utter his name.

“Gently, hng, just a little, gently, ah…”

Yuria whimpered, feeling something was off right before the cl*max, her body trembling. Just a few days without fun had made her so sensitive. 

How can I leave her alone to work overtime like this?

From now on, even if he had to call her to his office, Cedric vowed to soothe the Princess’s c*nt. This resolve came with rougher thrusts. Yuria’s moans were cut short with each deep penetration, and the obsc*ne sound of her wet hole sucking the c**k mixed deliciously with her intermittent cries. Both his eyes and ears were pleased, as was his lower half.

“Why are you tightening so much? Seeing it makes you more excited, doesn’t it?”

“No, uh, no, uh…”

Always playing coy.

“Don’t say no, just watch. See how well you are taking your husband’s c**k, Princess.”

Watch how I serve you tirelessly to satisfy you, Princess.

“So you won’t later accuse me of playing around with my c**k or suspect someone innocent.”

“No, ugh, I won’t, I won’t suspect…”