His body felt strange from repeatedly getting hard with anticipation then deflating dejectedly all day. But the horror didn’t end there.

The next day Lenore again undid his pants and briefly took his c*ck in her mouth. When he started getting aroused, she spit it out and put it back in his pants. The next day she repeated the same actions.

“Why are you tormenting me?”

Unable to stand it anymore, Daniel asked her to tell him if she had any complaints. Lenore took her hands off his leg, blinking as if she didn’t understand what he meant.

“I’m sorry. Did it hurt from the pressure?”

It seemed she truly had no idea she was tormenting her husband.

“Lenore, couldn’t you, couldn’t you do a little more?”

When he finally asked with a tearful face, she did do a bit more. But again, she pulled back before he could c*m and somehow managed to get his about-to-burst c*ck back in his pants.

Why wouldn’t she go all the way?

As time passed, Daniel could think of nothing but wanting to c*m in her mouth, sinful feelings or not. After pondering how to get her to allow him to *jaculate, he finally asked directly.

“Why won’t you let me finish?”

Lenore’s response was absurd.

“I heard *jaculating while injured isn’t good.”

Enraged about where she heard such information and who told her, Daniel learned the culprits were her sisters.

He couldn’t chase after them to confront them since they had already left the Duke’s mansion and returned home. Daniel had to endure the torturous pleasure Lenore gave him daily, believing her sisters that he absolutely must not *jaculate.

Moreover, she got so used to it that she would stop right when his climax was building!

At this rate his body would really become strange. It was more torturous to have hope dangled in front of him but ultimately denied than not being able to touch at all.

But even torment became familiar with endurance. Or more accurately, rather than becoming familiar, a strange wickedness developed.

One day, Daniel said to Lenore who was trying to take off his pants as usual,

“I’m sorry for only receiving. I want to make you feel good too.”

He tried to smile with the clearest eyes possible to hide his ulterior motives.

“Your eyes look lecherous. What are you trying to do to me?”

“You notice this perfectly while failing to notice your husband’s mind going strange from s*xual frustration.”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

Pushing down the momentary outburst of his inner thoughts, Daniel smiled sweetly. Then he told Lenore to take off her underwear and get on top of him.

Though something felt off, Lenore removed her underwear and got on the bed as he said. To tell the truth, she was also aroused from not being able to do anything all this time. Her heart pounded with anticipation at him saying he would do something.

She carefully mounted Daniel’s stomach, avoiding his injured leg. When she sat facing his face, Daniel shook his head.

“Sit facing the other way.”

When Lenore turned around, Daniel grabbed her hips and pulled her bottom toward his face. Only then did Lenore realize what he was trying to do.

His hot breath touched her p*ssy. Lenore collapsed forward. When she undid his pants, his manhood sprang out with a pop. As she tried to grasp it, she felt something hot and slick touch her from below.

“Mmm.”

Just one lick made her hips buck. Her neglected lower region responded sensitively to his tongue.

“You have to do it together, Lenore. You’re only letting me do it.”

Daniel reminded her while licking and sucking her bottom, patting her behind.

Lenore gulped and grasped his c*ck with both hands, taking it in her mouth. At first she couldn’t stand even having the tip touch her throat, but now she could open her throat quite skillfully.

She moved her head back and forth while taking him into her opened throat. Though her jaw felt like it would dislocate, when she endured and moved, Daniel pressed her cl*t with his hand. When she sucked harder and faster, his touches on her stimulated, swollen cl*t also quickened.

With her head feeling increasingly numb, Lenore squeezed her eyes shut and took his whole length in her mouth at once. Her bottom trembled as it gushed fluid.

She pulled him from her mouth and breathed heavily. As she lay collapsed on his body having small aftershocks, Daniel’s tongue suddenly entered inside her.

“Ah!”

Daniel deliberately made explicit wet sounds while sucking her bottom. Lenore held his c*ck and exhaled hot breaths from the side. His manhood twitched each time her breath touched it.

“Lenore, don’t you want to put me inside here?”

Lenore flinched when her unspoken desire was exposed. He spoke while moving his lips to suck up her flowing juices.

“I want to put it in. I feel like I’ll go crazy wanting to put it in.”

“But you haven’t recovered yet so we shouldn’t overdo it.”

She even prevented him from c*mming out of concern for his body. She couldn’t give permission, now could she beg for it according to her desires to put it inside.

When Lenore hesitated, Daniel offered a compromise.

“Wife, you move on top of me.”

Then could he enjoy without straining himself?

She had never moved by herself before. Though anxious, she was also curious.

Intrigued, Lenore slowly raised her body. Then she carefully positioned herself to avoid pressing on his leg. Taking a nervous breath, she grasped his sh*ft and slowly aligned it with her entrance.

“Nngh.”

It was challenging to take his c*ck after so long. But because she was thoroughly wet, there was no friction. Lenore took slow breaths as she gradually lowered her hips.

When she finally took him to the base, she felt full in her stomach. Lenore stroked her belly once with her hand and began moving up and down little by little.

Can I do this? As if to make her worries seem foolish, her hole happily accepted him. Lenore realized that though moving herself wasn’t completely satisfying, she could continuously rub against the pleasurable spots.

“Ah, ahh… nnngh.”

Besides repeatedly inserting and withdrawing up and down, she could also rock back and forth to rub inside.

Lenore swayed her hips increasingly mindlessly. She completely forgot that he shouldn’t *jaculate. She just squeezed around him while slapping flesh against flesh.

Sweat dripped from her forehead. She felt close to c*mming. The thought that she should stop here briefly crossed her mind, but was soon thrown far away by pleasure.

She moved herself to thrust with his c*ck. The sensation of her stomach being filled felt maddening.

When she had his c*ck in her mouth, her juices had actually flowed without her knowing. When she noticed her own *rousal, she would quickly put his manhood back in his pants and make various excuses to go clean up the evidence.

Had Daniel noticed? Probably not?

But whether he had noticed or not seemed meaningless now as she wildly moved her hips. He must be feeling how tightly she was squeezing him. He couldn’t help but know how much she wanted this and how excited she was now.

“Daniel, ungh…!”

Lenore squeezed down, seemingly determined to make him c*m. She didn’t realize it until reached her peak. Fortunately he held back his release until his wife’s contracting muscles relaxed.

Lenore pulled him out of herself while breathing heavily and tried to turn to look at him. But as her head barely started turning, she suddenly felt pressure on her back and collapsed forward.

The pressure on her back was from Daniel. He grabbed the collapsed Lenore and turned her to face the ceiling.

Lenore’s heart pounded at the rough movement after so long. Her chest felt as tight as her lower region that had squeezed him. Looking up at him with her pounding heart, she discovered him kneeling normally on the bed with spread legs.

How, when his leg hadn’t healed yet?

“Actually, the doctor came and left while you were bathing today. He said my leg was completely healed.”

Well that’s good news. But looking up at his expression sent chills down Lenore’s spine.

The recovery diagnosis meant he could now embrace her.

“I’ll hold you until you break.”

Daniel smiled like a villain with one corner of his mouth raised. Lenore startled and defensively closed her legs.

“No, no more, you agreed to stop acting like a villain!”

“Who decided that?”

They had agreed to stop since it caused misunderstandings with the family. But Daniel said different things, claiming he never agreed. He continued his villain act while trying to spread her legs.

“You agreed too, Daniel. Now you’re changing your words!”

Lenore used all her strength to keep her legs from being spread. Daniel’s brow furrowed at her resistance.

“Meric no longer has any misunderstandings.”

“Still no. You get too into being a villain and do strange things!”

She shouted that she still hadn’t forgotten the incident of him blowing up the study. When she brought up the study, the strength drained from Daniel’s hands trying to spread her legs.

“But Lenore, what am I supposed to do if I don’t act like a villain?”

Realizing something was off about his questioning voice, Lenore examined Daniel. Her firmly closed legs blocked her view. When she moved both legs to one side, only then did she see her husband’s despairing face.

“Without that, how else can I make you like me?”

Lenore rolled her eyes, trying to interpret his words. So it seemed he thought she would only like him if he acted like a villain.

Why did he have that misunderstanding?