Chapter 19

Once her s*x had reached cl*max, it responded easily to any stimulus. As his fingers wandered along her slit and Alexei rolled Avgenia’s n*pple in his mouth, her nectar quickly wound around his fingers.

He moved along her folds, dipping into her entrance as if drawing spring water, coating his fingers with her fl*ids and teasing her cl*toris.

“Mm, mm, mmm…”

Layering new stimulation on top of the fading aftereffects of cl*max became a sharp, intense heat. Saliva, unable to pool past her throat, was swallowed again and again. Her mouth felt parched, desperately needing another’s moisture.

“Lexie… mm.”

With a light tug at his shoulder, Alexei, ever perceptive, immediately fulfilled his lady’s wish. With his fingers pressing her cl*toris and massaging her whole s*x, Avgenia struggled not to fall apart at the peak of cl*max.

Alexei’s tongue, as if a lifeline, clung tightly to her lips, letting her barely endure.

When he thought about how Avgenia’s inner walls in his imagination would grip his member, Alexei slid a finger inside her. He couldn’t ask if it was alright, as her mouth was tightly sealed, but he had no choice.

Thinking about how tightly her entrance had gripped his tongue earlier, he doubted ‘the next step’ would even be possible.

Pressing her cl*toris with his thumb, Alexei dug deeper. Even with just his index finger, Avgenia’s inner walls clung tightly, confirming his judgment.

He gently moved his finger in and out, gradually adding more.

“Mmm, mm…”

With Alexei’s tongue in her mouth, Avgenia gasped and whimpered. The man’s thick fingertips explored every fold, sending waves of stimulation through her heated inner walls. Her legs trembled helplessly.

“Mm, mm, mmm, mm…”

Her s*x was trapped by his hand and legs, unable to move freely, so Avgenia could only grope at Alexei’s hair, shoulders, back, chest, waist. The pleasure growing inside her from his hand drove her to the edge.

“Lex…ie, mm…!”

Beneath tightly closed lids, flashes of light began to fill her vision, and Avgenia was finally overtaken by the wave of pleasure crashing down.

Suddenly, hot liquid spilled over Alexei’s hand.

By then, their kissing had stopped for a while, and as Avgenia sat up slightly, her red face, tears at the corners of her eyes, came into view. Her lips, still red, were smeared with saliva, and below, the places he’d kissed were now marked with delayed bruises.

Everything in sight was simply *rotic.

Overwhelmed, Alexei forgot his hand was still inside Avgenia as he paused.

“Lexie.”

His blue eyes, dazed as he admired her, finally regained focus.

“You said the flow shouldn’t break.”

“Ah, right.”

“Can you do it right away?”

“Is it really okay…?”

Even with three fingers, she gripped so tightly. When he thought about the girth of what he gripped every night, he wondered if it was really possible.

But Avgenia, interpreting his worry, managed a faint smile.

“It’d be nice if I could undress you, but I don’t have the strength.”

The man’s hands, fumbling with his buckle, froze. For a moment, he imagined it.

Ah, maybe that was too vulgar…

His face, deeply bowed and flushed, was simply a lingering effect of excitement, Avgenia thought, habitually self-mocking.

Anyway, tonight was all teaching. Self-criticism would come after this night was over.

She would savor this memory for a lifetime, dividing her regrets bit by bit.

For now, it was important to confirm what she’d felt against her thigh.

The hardness, the size. If she’d felt it correctly, it might be the best experience of Avgenia Ronchilati e Gronov’s twenty-four years. Maybe even the best of her life…

‘If it’s Alexei, even if it’s small, I’d forgive him. Or is that wrong? If it’s too small, is that bad? It’s fine. It might help me sort out my feelings…’

Trying to calm her racing heart with random thoughts, she watched Alexei undo his pants…

When Alexei’s member sprang free, Avgenia was stunned.

The size, the girth…

‘It’s real.’

Avgenia swallowed dryly.

How did he endure it?

Not only was it as thick as a child’s arm, but the head was glossy, and the veins bulged—clearly, he’d been aroused for some time.

Though the reality was obvious, Avgenia, never imagining Alexei desired her, thought it was all a misunderstanding.

As silence stretched between them—

“So, maybe…”

Would it be difficult…? Interpreting her gaze, Alexei awkwardly tried to speak.

“Are you alright?”

“Hmm?”

“It must have hurt.”

“Oh, well…”

Yes, but what could she do? Ever since dreaming of Avgenia as a teenager, enduring had been routine for him. She’d been so oblivious to his feelings, her cruelty had dragged on for years.

Swallowing all those words, Alexei absently stroked himself. The pre-c*m that had leaked out coated his hand.

Avgenia’s eyes gleamed with anticipation.

“Uh, Your Highness, you’re so tight, I’m not sure if I can…”

“There’s nothing you can’t do.”

No, her gaze held not just anticipation but deep desire. It was her long-awaited night with Alexei, and even his body was appealing.

Reacting to her gaze, Alexei’s member twitched.

“Any woman would like it.”

Muttering unconsciously while staring at his center, Alexei’s expression darkened.

Ah, did she remind him of that woman? Had she made him realize he was cheating?

Regretting it instantly, Avgenia bit her lip.

“Your Highness.”

“Hmm?”

“Do you… like it?”

Alexei, now pants off, caressed himself as he moved closer. His tone was cautious, but his eyes brimmed with dangerous emotion.

“Do you… like it?”

Of course she did, but Avgenia swallowed the words.

The tip of his shaft now aimed at her deepest place. As the blunt head pressed her entrance, the heat, momentarily subdued, flared up, igniting her folds.

Her s*x, eager for what was coming, quivered with anticipation.

“So I can put it in you, Your Highness?”

“Yes, mm… ah.”

The thick head pushed in. Her entrance, stretched around the gl*ns, trembled.

Ah, it’s really possible. As her opening stretched to its limit, Alexei felt a rush of awe and relief.

No, now wasn’t the time. Now…

“Mmm…”

Alexei pushed his hips, going deeper. As the thick head stretched her inner walls, Avgenia moaned.

“Are you alright?”

“S-so, mm, it’s good.”

“If I go deeper?”

He could still go further? Avgenia tried not to show her excitement, answering calmly.

“…It’s even better, mm, then.”

The pressure filling her below made it hard to breathe, but she managed.

Watching Alexei move cautiously, Avgenia was torn between thinking this was already good and wondering if it could get even better.

“All the way… ah!”

“Mm…”

At Avgenia’s command, Alexei thr*st as deep as possible. As he entered, Avgenia’s face twisted, and Alexei thought his heart might burst.

“Are you alright?”

“It’s good, good…”

“…Mm.”

Her inner walls gripped him so tightly it felt like she might bite his shaft off, and he nearly lost control. Alexei braced himself, hands on either side of her, barely holding back.

With their bodies close, Avgenia’s flushed face was framed by his arms. As he began to move in short strokes, waves of pleasure rippled across her face.

Truly… after nearly ten years of imagining, seeing it become reality filled him with deep joy.

On Avgenia’s bed, both n*ked, his shaft buried deep inside her…

“…Ah, first.”

As Alexei paused, Avgenia misinterpreted. She was so caught up in the pleasure of penetration, she forgot she was supposed to be teaching.

“Do as you want. I’ll guide you.”

“No.”

Alexei interrupted firmly.

This joy, this fullness.

It wasn’t just the satisfaction of finally being inside Avgenia.

Her unguarded face, the closeness between them, the relief of nothing between them, her honest guidance as an excuse to be open…

And he, too, could no longer hide anything in the face of the pleasure she gave.

Alexei could no longer contain the feelings he’d pretended didn’t exist. He could no longer keep his vow to circle her side with excuses, hiding his love.

This feeling—now that he’d tasted it, he knew he’d never forget. He saw a future where he’d beg for more nights, following her like a dog. His cruel tyrant was so gentle in bed.

He could believe he was loved.

Such overflowing affection was dangerous. He’d tried to hide it, make it a mere transaction.

No, it was time to end this cruel joke.

“You said you’d teach me from the beginning.”

“Well.”

“I’ll only do what you like, Your Highness.”

He brushed Avgenia’s silver hair from her forehead behind her ear. His words, low and gentle, were pure kindness.

“Tell me what you like…”

“…”

His words tickled her heart, and Avgenia blushed deeply.

Ah, this is… really, dangerous.

This would make her greedy in the end.

It was all probably a misunderstanding…

“T-then, I…”

After a brief pause, Avgenia chose the less embarrassing option. She wanted to say, ‘Anything with you is good,’ but held back.

Cowardly, but she couldn’t help it.