The Viscount Wants to Go to the Mill - Chapter 32

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Night fell. When Lily woke up and touched the spot beside her, it was already cold. Breck had already left.

‘Sigh…….’

She quietly got out of bed and put on the cloak draped over the chair. She had taken it out early in the evening, fearing that going in and out of the dressing room at night would wake someone.

She pulled the hood over her head and stepped out of the bedroom. Her fingertips tingled with nervousness. Lily had never sneaked out at night before.

As she descended the stairs quietly, she saw the flicker of a lamp on the first floor. She crouched in surprise. The cook must have forgotten something at work, as the lamp flickered a few times before disappearing into the kitchen. Lily sighed in relief and carefully stepped down the stairs.

When she safely reached the back door, the moon was bright, illuminating her path. Feeling late, Lily hurried her steps. Soon, a small, cozy mill appeared. She carefully pushed the door, and the well-oiled hinges opened without a creak.

“Are you there?”

In the middle of the night, Lily’s anxious voice echoed in the mill. Before the echo could fade, her clandestine lover for the night jumped out from the shadows and hugged her tightly from behind.

“Ah!”

Without a moment to react, Lily fell into the hay. The large man climbed on top of her and spoke.

“You weren’t caught, were you, Madam?”

“N-no, I wasn’t.”

“Underwear?”

“…I’m not wearing any.”

Lily, overwhelmed with embarrassment, lifted her skirt to reveal her lower parts, soaked with excitement. As if begging for it, her p*ssy quivered, and the man inserted two fingers without hesitation.

“Mm, yes. Breck, hurry.”

Lily panted as she called her husband’s name.

The windmill at Aiden Viscount’s residence was built last month. Of course, it wasn’t a real mill; it was a decorative piece and a storage shed.

Lily had little involvement in Breck’s garden landscaping project. She thought he simply enjoyed gardening, but it turned out he was genuinely interested in the overall design of the garden.

It was a good hobby. Compared to throwing gold coins at dancers or gambling, how much more refined was this? It was also beneficial for Verdain City. The workers, who were paid generously, left the mansion with gratitude.

The newly renovated garden had a very pastoral atmosphere. From the mansion’s front gate to the entrance, the path was paved with stone tiles for carriages. But from the sides to the backyard, instead of well-maintained flower beds or low garden hedges that needed constant trimming, they laid down grass and created a small stream instead of a fountain. With the cooperation of a high-level water spirit, a clear spring bubbled up in the backyard.

And in one corner of the backyard, a small windmill was erected.

Why a mill? Only Lily knew the meaning. Blushing, she lightly slapped Breck’s arm, but he didn’t budge and replied with a grin, “You said you wanted to go to the mill.”

And so, these clandestine meetings continued. Sometimes it was with gardener Breck, sometimes with Dragon Slayer Revaston. There were also a few other scenarios.

Judging by the way he called her Madam, it seemed he was playing the role of a servant today.

“Swallow it properly. Isn’t it yours, Madam?”

“Mm, not yet…”

“Your husband didn’t fill you up enough today, did he?”

Breck said with a playful tone. Lily pulled his hair sharply. He had teased her since morning and made her wait until night. It seemed he was aiming to say that line.

In retrospect, it wasn’t her but Breck who should be embarrassed. Lily thought she understood why he had tried to hide the fact that he was Revaston.

But that aside, she was going crazy with frustration. Her hands trembled, and she kept slipping.

Lily just grabbed his c*ck and started rubbing it against her p*ssy. She rubbed the soft yet firm gl*ns against her cl*t and between her folds. It felt good just doing that.

“Lily, mm… really.”

She didn’t know what he meant by ‘really.’ Lily, caught up in pleasure, bit Breck’s neck. His hand supported her buttocks and slid down to her thighs.

“You said it’s mine.”

When Breck pulled back, causing his c*ck to slip out of her hand, Lily pouted. He gathered her legs together and lifted them. Her skirt rolled up to her waist.

Breck thrust himself in all the way in one go.

“Ah!”

Lily arched her back and grabbed the hay as he filled her up, expanding inside her. The pleasure surged up, making her vision go white. The prickly hay against her neck didn’t bother her at all. Breck began moving his hips roughly.

“Mm, ah!”

“Relax, Lily. Hoo, mm.”

The only points of contact were her captured ankles and their joined parts, so she could only cling to him there. Lily tightened around him. She focused solely on the sensation rising from below. The tension and trembling from deep inside her made Breck breathe heavily.

“Ha, mm, ah!”

Every time he thrust in with a springy motion, she shook her head, half-crying.

“Ah!”

Breck, deeply inserted, lowered one of her legs. As her lower body rotated, her p*ssy twisted around his c*ck. The overflowing fluids soaked the skirt spread on the ground.

He bent down and embraced her again. In a sideways position, still joined, Lily trembled. This position always felt the deepest.

“Lily.”

“Ah, you’re not moving…?”

“If I move, it’ll be over, won’t it?”

Breck spoke in a tone reminiscent of before their marriage. Even after calling her name so much, he seemed intent on playing the servant role.

“I don’t want to send you back, Madam.”

“Ha, mm…”

Lily struggled to move one arm to hug his head. Her body shook involuntarily, seeking pleasure, and the lethargic sensation rose continuously from below. She couldn’t steady her breathing and kept trembling.
Breck chuckled. Lily, annoyed, pulled his ear. She couldn’t move freely in this position.

“Do it…”

“Please say it again.”

“Stop teasing… and f*ck me hard.”

Lily said, hiding her flushed face with her sleeve. Breck exhaled roughly.

“You’re really adorable.”

Despite her burning desire, she still blushed.

Others might call it infatuation, but Breck was sincere. He had never seen such an adorable woman before and believed he never would again.

He wanted to tease her more, but his own desire was burning him up. He pulled out to the edge and then thrust back in forcefully. The impact pushed Lily’s entire body upward.

“Ah, ah! Breck, Breck!”

Even in the marital bedroom, she couldn’t scream like this for fear of being heard. Lily cried out, half screaming, half sobbing.

“Ah!”

Finally, the awaited climax threw her over the edge. Breck held her tightly as she trembled, unable to breathe properly, and ej*culated deep inside her.

For a while, they remained silent. The overwhelming pleasure made their heads spin.

Lily kept her eyes closed, panting. Her thoroughly satisfied body craved sleep. Her consciousness flickered.

But before she could fall asleep, Breck lifted her up. His c*ck, which had just ej*culated, was still hard. Her sensitive vaginal walls clung to it, savoring the sharp pleasure.

“Breck? Mm, yes.”

Breck sat against the hay and placed her on his lap. Lily couldn’t help but smile at the sight of hay sticking to his hair and clothes. Her own state was probably worse.

He ran his fingers through her messy hair, removing the hay and dust.

“Doesn’t the thought of going back and washing up make you sigh?”

“Well, yes.”

Even if Breck filled the tub and warmed the water himself, washing up was still a chore. Falling asleep as they were would mean a mess in the morning.

“Wash me.”

Lily whispered, leaning her head on Breck’s chest like a child. He laughed.

“I’ll do that.”

“Huh?”

“If we’re going to wash, we should make the most of it.”

Lily tilted her head, not understanding immediately. But Breck thrust up from below the next moment.

“Ah!”

The sudden attack woke her up fully. She pinched Breck’s nose and glared at him, but he spoke lewdly, unfazed.

“If I don’t satisfy you now, you’ll have to wait until tomorrow. Or should we do it in the dining room tomorrow?”

“Are you planning to do this again tomorrow morning?”

“The problem is you always fall asleep before me.”

Lily glared at him. What could she do about the difference in stamina? She wasn’t someone who could match his endurance.

Her body, still warm, heated up again in an instant. She gripped Breck’s shoulders and started moving up and down slowly.

A life like a dream? No, it was even better.