Chapter 2

“Are you having a hard time, Beth?”

At his question, Lisbeth shook her head. Hearing this, Dion suddenly slipped his hand under her skirt. He immediately reached deep inside, even past her undergarments, and goosebumps rose all along Lisbeth’s forearm.

Her underwear was already soaked, unable to get any wetter. When Dion slowly stirred inside, it became hard for Lisbeth to endure. With her eyes tightly shut, she could only gasp for breath, “Haa, haa.” As Dion watched her pale body flush beautifully with excitement, he whispered softly,

“You’re beautiful, Beth. You’re always beautiful, but seeing you enjoy my touch like this makes you even more beautiful.”

“Mm, haa, mm!”

“I wish I could hear your voice. I already told you, no one comes here.”

At that moment, Dion pressed two long fingers deep inside. Lisbeth’s eyes flew wide open at the sudden intrusion. Even though he was only gently probing and lightly scissoring, Lisbeth’s inner walls trembled and released even more moisture. Soon, Dion’s entire hand was soaked.

While stirring inside Lisbeth, Dion used his thumb to part her soft folds. He found the small, delicate spot hidden within, the one that could send her soaring in an instant. Pressing it firmly with his thumb, Lisbeth’s mouth opened wide. The sash, wet with her saliva, dropped from her lips.

“Ah! Haa, ah, ah, Dion, ah!”

“Beth… Miss… Haa….”

“Stop, ah, Di, Dion, haa, ah!”

Lisbeth tried to push against Dion’s shoulders, but his strong body didn’t budge at all. Instead, he moved even faster, stirring her below. The inside of her skirt grew wetter and wetter. Lisbeth shook her head, pressing her forehead to Dion’s shoulder and pushing against him. She could feel the climax approaching. Her breathing grew rough, and stars appeared and disappeared before her eyes.

No, no… 

Even as Lisbeth pleaded, Dion didn’t stop. Instead, he whispered in her ear with a voice sweet enough to melt her.

“Show me, Miss Beth. Show everything… to me.”

“Dion, Dion, I… ah! Ah…!”

“Miss….”

“I’m—, ah, haa, ah, aaah!”

With a rush, much more than before, her fluids poured out. Dion pressed his palm firmly against her and moved rapidly. Lisbeth’s insides clenched tightly around his fingers. In a daze, she clung to Dion. It felt as if fireworks were going off all over her body. And the largest spark burst deep within her.

“Ah!”

Lisbeth felt her vision go black. Her body trembled violently, then went limp. As her shoulders sagged, Dion supported her carefully. “You did well, you’re beautiful,” he praised her over and over, kissing her hair and ear, then slowly withdrew his hand. Her body shuddered one more time, weakly. Dion gently let her lean against the wall.

With her legs limp and spread, skirt half bunched up to reveal her pale thighs, Lisbeth breathed heavily as she looked at Dion. The redness around her eyes and neck showed that she was still lingering at the edge of climax. Dion, already painfully aroused for some time, took out his member from his trousers. With the hand slick from Lisbeth’s fluids, he stroked himself slowly. The clear liquid and her essence mixed in his hand.

“It’s not over yet, Miss.”

He grabbed Lisbeth’s hips with one hand and pulled her downward. Lying across the table in a bent posture, Lisbeth’s legs spread wide in a shameful pose. Her face burned bright red, but Dion only looked on with satisfaction.

“Dion, ah….”

“Miss.”

“Hurry….”

Her small white hand reached for Dion’s, or more precisely, the hand holding his manhood. As her fingertips touched him, Dion struggled to hold back the urge to finish. Unaware of his struggle, Lisbeth whined,

“Hurry, put it in….”

“Really, Miss…”

He had never been able to win against her.

Gritting his teeth, Dion pressed himself into Lisbeth’s body. Instantly, the two fit together like a key and lock.

“Haa….”

“Hnn!”

The table began to creak. The sound of the table groaning grew louder, joined by the sounds of the two becoming more intense. Pleasure filled the small room. Yet, they needed more, much more joy. They held each other even tighter. Their secret meeting had only just begun.

* * *

As the sun slowly set and the room grew dim, Lisbeth sat without even turning on the lamp. There was still a warm red glow of sunset at the window, enough to endure for now. But it wouldn’t last much longer. The early spring wind was chilly, and as soon as the sun set, the cold night would come.

She stared out the window with an expressionless face. Her fingers traced the old wooden window frame absentmindedly. She tried to think, but nothing came to mind. She couldn’t remember when she had last really thought about anything. It had been so long, she couldn’t recall. But she needed to think. She had to…

She looked down at the gray clothes she wore.

When she first put on mourning clothes, it didn’t feel real. But even after months passed and she took them off, she strangely had no desire to wear bright clothes. In the end, she began wearing only gray or navy tones. After living like this for about a year, the fact that she had become a widow settled naturally into her life.

Yes, a widow. Lisbeth tried mouthing the word. A widow is a woman without a husband. Lisbeth’s husband had died after a long illness. She didn’t feel any pity or sadness for him, not really.

They had become husband and wife four years ago. It wasn’t a marriage born of love, but one arranged by their families’ interests. Lisbeth’s family, noble and ancient but growing poorer, and her husband’s family, rising in wealth, both got what they wanted, and the marriage happened quickly. Lisbeth obeyed her father’s wishes, and so she met her husband.

Did she have no expectations because it was a family-arranged marriage? That wasn’t quite true. Like any ordinary lady, Lisbeth had hoped her new husband would suit her well, that he would love and cherish her.

But that dream was shattered on the very first night.