However, Carlos, who had already lost his reason, didn’t know Ines’s condition and kept thrusting his hips repeatedly.
“Ha, haah. Hnng!”
She struggled to remove the hands wrapped around her waist, but it was futile.
The bed creaked violently along with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. The fear that she might really die at this rate gripped her throat.
Driven by survival instinct, Ines pleaded. Her voice was about to give out.
“Pl-please ugh… slow down…aah!”
“Ugh.”
But Carlos, as if he couldn’t hear anything, blinded by lust, kept thrusting his hips like a madman.
He might have shown restraint normally, but having drunk alcohol, he had completely lost his reason.
“Haah. Aaahh!”
A blessing in disguise perhaps. The pain gradually subsided, and pleasure began to take its place. Every time Carlos thrust his hips upward, his tip pounded against her cervix. In response, Ines’s br*asts swayed out of rhythm.
Now she felt a crisis of a different kind. An unknown, strange sensation was gradually washing over her. She could no longer think of anything. She felt like she might lose consciousness from the pleasure.
Just a little more and she would reach her peak. Just when she thought just a little more, just one more time would be the end, Carlos’s movements stopped.
“Why…”
She looked at Carlos with eyes like a child whose candy had been taken away. As if missing what had been filling her completely, her lower parts kept twitching repeatedly.
“So impatient.”
Carlos positioned himself as he laid Ines down on the bed. Then, with her left leg over his shoulder, he began to insert his member back into her womanhood.
“Hnng…”
As Carlos slowly moved his hips, the pleasure that had stopped began to spread throughout her body again. Then when he hit a certain spot, her body trembled as though she were having a seizure.
“Hnng…!”
He stretched his lips into a long smile as if he had found the spot he wanted.
“Does it feel good here?”
Ines opened her eyes at Carlos’s voice. He had the face of a predator who had found its prey. As soon as he found the spot where Ines reacted strongly, he began to attack it intensively.
“Haang, ha. Ng!”
The inner flesh of her hole, tightly gripping his member, was pulled out every time he drew his hips back. Every time Carlos thrust relentlessly, her insides tingled.
Physiological tears welled up in Ines’s eyes. The sound of flesh slapping echoed throughout the room. His t*sticles made slapping sounds as they hit her b*ttocks.
Ines’s body, with just one leg over his shoulder, had long since been folded in half by Carlos’s upper body. Every time he changed positions, his member stroking her inner walls made her feel like her brain would melt.
It felt so good she wondered if this was okay. Her heart pounded as if she was doing something forbidden.
Ines, bearing the weight of the man pounding her b*ttocks, opened her eyes.
She saw the face of the man breathing heavily while muttering low curses.
He was like a beast that had lost its reason. As Ines blankly stared at his face, she suddenly became curious.
As much as I feel good, I wonder if Carlos feels good too.
The question arose whether he was doing this with her merely out of marital duty, like something a king must do, whether he was coupling with her out of a sense of duty as a husband or as a king.
Because he…
‘It was really the worst.’
Because he had said those words to me.
The words that had struck her heart in the past flashed through her mind.
‘Why don’t you gain some weight? The bones hitting each other hurt.’
Last time, Carlos hadn’t enjoyed their coupling.
If he said it was the worst, it must have been truly terrible.
Remembering that time, Ines raised her fingernails. At the same time, her lips began to move on their own.
“H-how is it this time?”
Carlos, who was fulfilling his duty while dropping thick beads of sweat, looked at her.
“I, I tried my best…”
She met his clear eyes, half-glazed over.
“I haven’t skipped any meals.”
“What?”
Carlos looked at Ines with a strange gaze. His confusion at her bringing up not skipping meals while they were joined was momentary.
The words he had spat at Ines in the past flashed through his mind.
“Haven’t skipped any meals…”
Carlos, who was repeating what she had just muttered, stiffened. He had finally understood the meaning behind Ines’s words.
He clenched his fist that was pressing against the bed. He bit back the curse that was about to burst from his mouth.
‘Why.’
With fire in his eyes, he pulled his c*ck back from where it had been filling the woman completely. Her hot inner walls clung to his member like it was refusing to let go.
‘When you do this, you’re just like…’
Gritting his teeth, he moved his body. With his still proudly *rect pillar pulled back, Carlos flipped Ines over and raised her hips.
The woman’s position was explicit, face down with only her b*ttocks raised by the man.
It was a position that would normally have horrified her with shame, but Ines, already half out of her mind, had no thoughts about it.
She had become like a child following only instinct. White fluid dripped onto the sheets from the hole where his member had withdrawn. The hole twitched as if begging to be fed.
Carlos spread Ines’s b*ttocks with his fingers. He pressed his gl*ns against her lower lips, wet with love juices.
“Hngh…”
It was a hole he had thrust into countless times. It should have loosened by now, but it was still so tight inside that he had to force his way through the narrow passage.
Carlos grabbed her thighs and thrust his hips forcefully.
“Haang!”
A sharp scream echoed through the bedroom. Carlos, overlapping his body on Ines’s back, grabbed her br*asts. Then he breathed hot breath on her nape and whispered.
“When you’re like this, it’s almost like you love me, Ines.”
He began to thrust his member mercilessly. It was like a beast frantically mating with a female.
Carlos seemed to have only the instinct left that he needed to stuff his c*ck into Ines’s p*ssy.
“Haang. Ang. Eugh!”
The wet friction sounds and Ines’s screams of climax echoed out of sync.
Carlos, who had been faithfully thrusting his c*ck into Ines’s v*gina, soon kissed her nape.
While gripping her br*asts, his fingers endlessly tormented her n*pples.
Come to think of it, today’s Ines was too strange.
Despite having begged not to be undressed because she didn’t want to show her body, today she undressed herself.
And that wasn’t all.
As if she were in heat like him, hadn’t she kissed him first and directly guided his member into her womanhood?
Though all her bold actions were clumsy and awkward, that’s what made Carlos lose his reason. And then that sudden addition:
‘I haven’t skipped any meals.’
It sounded like she had stupidly done it on purpose to look good to him.
Everything was truly unfamiliar and strange.
‘Why on earth…’
Even while questioning Ines’s behavior, his member continued to tease her inner walls. How long had he been biting her nape with his teeth while pounding her hole with his c*ck?
Suddenly he remembered that today was the day of his mother’s funeral. As if all the puzzle pieces finally fit together, Carlos twisted the corner of his mouth. He had found the answer to why Ines had acted this way.
“Perhaps you…”
Carlos murmured as he pulled his hips back. He firmly gripped her b*ttocks to keep her from collapsing as he continued.
“You pitied me.”
Then he thrust his hips harder than ever before.
“Haaugh!”
Ines let out a pain-filled moan, perhaps from the shock of him pulling out completely before thrusting back in.
Yes. Ines must have pitied him for falling into grief over losing his mother. She couldn’t just pass by when she saw someone weak or pitiful.
She couldn’t just pass by him either. The wretched inferiority complex he had barely buried lit another fire in his chest.
‘Even a slave wouldn’t do this.’
Even beggars on the street wouldn’t f*ck a woman on the day their mother died. Much less with the daughter of their enemy.
‘What trash.’
Even while frantically pounding into Ines, Carlos reminded himself what a bastard he was. As his emotions intensified, his assault on Ines grew even stronger.