Chapter 3.2

Chapter 3.2

Suddenly on her knees and hands, she gasped at the continuous stimulation.

Thwack—

“Hmph… Ahhhn…!!”

Caesar pulled her bottom towards him and plunged his desire back inside.

He roughly raked his fingers through his hair, resuming his relentless thrusts.

His hips, gripping her pelvis firmly, began to pound furiously.

It was a makeshift bridal chamber, prepared for the wedding night. Even the furniture within it would be of the highest quality. And from the expensive bed prepared for him, unusual sounds began to emanate.

Creak, creak—

Accompanied by the rhythm, the provocative wet slapping sounds and her moans made Luna’s ears ache.

His length, which had pulled out to the glans, was plunged back in at a right angle, right to the root, over and over again.

“Ah! At, ahh, ung, ahhnn!”

Her whole body, and her vision, shook wildly.

It felt dizzying, as if all sensation had converged between their intertwined bodies. As Caesar’s thrusts intensified, her body swayed dramatically, rocking with him.

The room, which had initially been filled with only silence, was now filled with a lewd scent and the sound of their obscene lovemaking.

Caesar drove her madly, pushing her to her limits.

“Ah, ugh, ah… too fas… hmph!!”

It was too much pleasure for Luna to bear. As if trying to escape that terrifying sensation, she tried to crawl away on her knees, but instead, her body was pressed flat against him, forced to endure his relentless hip movements.

Thwack-thwack-thwack, squelch—

A rich, slapping sound emanated from their conjoined bodies, mixing with various fluids.

As if to punish her, Caesar gripped her bottom cheeks, spreading them, and plunged in to the root.

“As expected… ugh, you’re skilled at handling men.”

He slowly raked back his flowing platinum blond hair with one hand. Sensually licking his lower lip, which was splattered with her juices, as he pushed her to the very end.

“Ah, pl-please stop… please… Ahk!!”

“Hmph… Kugh…!”

His powerful hips drove forward with a sharp, heavy thwack, ruthlessly flattening her flesh beneath his weight.

Deep inside her, her inner walls clamped tight around his length, clutching him obscenely. Pinning her struggling body completely flat, he held her down like prey caught firmly in a spider’s web as he spilled deep inside her. The release felt endless, matching his formidable size.

How much time had passed?

His lingering movements were starting to grow unsettling.

Don’t men usually finish after one round…?

Without pulling out, Caesar remained buried deep within her, his fingers already beginning to stroke her clitoris and breasts.

For some reason, the object inside her felt hard again.

Surely not. She’d heard it was physically impossible…

But the unease that had stirred within her proved to be true. His length still inside her pulsed a few times, then began to move again.

“Ah… im-impossible… Hiiik…!!”

Luna shook her head from side to side, as if unable to believe it. But the continuous stimulation made her lose her wits, and her voice only grew louder and louder.

Her head was pounding as she opened her eyes.

It was difficult to even properly lift her eyelids. Her temples throbbed, and Luna involuntarily squinted.

Her mouth was so dry her tongue felt parched. She tried to swallow, but her throat was so arid it was difficult.

She tried to gather her foggy thoughts, but her head ached, and a hangover washed over her like a wave.

Suddenly coming to her senses, she sprang up and surveyed her surroundings.

A sudden dizziness washed over her, and her vision spun and blurred.

As her blurry vision gradually returned, her surroundings came into view. Luna had opened her eyes in the bridal chamber prepared in the Ruthenberg Marquisate.

Only then did the events of the previous day flash before her eyes like a revolving lantern.

Her body swapped with Lady Adelia. The wedding she had to go through in her stead.

And the nuptial wine she had drunk until she was completely intoxicated, unable to overcome her nervousness… and her passionate first night with Caesar.

‘Ahhnn! Ahh…! There… more, please, more…!’

‘Troublesome. I can’t stop at just enough.’

He had driven her to her limits all night.

Not only had she gone through their first night in a drunken stupor, but she had even relentlessly incited him.

She couldn’t even remember how many more times they had made love after that.

They had simply been intertwined, exploring each other madly until the deepest hours of dawn.

“Oh my god.”

Startled by the fragments of memory, Luna involuntarily let out a cry. She couldn’t believe that everything from last night was her doing.

But as if to confirm it was all true, her single cry came out harsh, like a cracked metallic sound.

Perhaps because she had screamed incessantly beneath him all night, her voice was completely hoarse and scratchy.

This was all because of that damn alcohol.