Chapter 78

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Translator: Harry Potta
Chapter: 78
Chapter Title: Three Times
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Aileen tried to be honest, just as he’d told her to. With every slide of his fingers inside her, she revealed everything without holding back.

She didn't suppress her moans of pleasure, letting them escape as she waited for the ecstasy Cesare would bring. He held her trembling, jolting body down, pulling her close as he added his fingers one by one.

A creeping pleasure filled her entire body. Her head, hot and heavy, felt dizzy. Panting, leaning her whole body against Cesare, Aileen was suddenly struck by a worry.

‘What if I'm the only one feeling good?’

From what she'd felt on their first night, Cesare had seemed to be enjoying himself too. He had worn an expression she'd never seen before, so she figured it probably hadn't been bad for him.

But she couldn't be sure how he felt now, when he was only touching her body without entering her. When she thought about it, she realized she had always been the one receiving.

As if he could tell she was lost in thought, Cesare bit the shell of her ear.

“What are you thinking about?”

She couldn't see the expression on the man behind her. She was afraid that he was perfectly composed and at ease, while she alone was panting, thoroughly aroused.

Aileen gripped Cesare's forearm tightly and carefully parted her lips.

“Ce-Cesare.”

She asked, trying to even out her ragged breaths.

“I was wondering… if you're feeling good too…. I was worried I might be the only one.”

She had been staring at the floor, but she mustered her courage and turned her head back. She looked up at Cesare, her brows drawn down in concern.

Their eyes met. Cesare stared at her for a moment, then his lips twisted into a smirk. He spoke her name.

“Aileen.”

“Hh, yes?”

He pulled his fingers from deep inside her. The sensation of both fingers sliding out at once sent a shiver through Aileen's body.

Right in front of her, Cesare brought his fingers to his mouth. Aileen's eyes widened. Just as the thought *‘No, surely not...’* crossed her mind, Cesare licked the slick fluid from his wet fingers.

His red tongue lapped at his long, pale fingers. They were elegant hands, straight and without prominent knuckles. It was only this afternoon that those same hands had been pressing the keys of a piano.

It was unbelievable that those fingers were now coated in the fluid from her sex, and that Cesare was sucking it off them.

Watching Aileen, whose eyes were trembling in shock, Cesare parted his moist lips.

“A husband waits a full week for his wife to recover.”

His eyes curved into long crescents as he asked.

“What do you suppose the reason is, hm?”

“Uh, because you wanted me to be healthy… Ah!”

Having licked his fingers clean, he let out a dry laugh at her answer. Then, he untied the remaining ribbon holding her skirt in place. The knot came undone in an instant, and her skirt and petticoat fell to the floor with a soft thud. Cool air wrapped around her legs.

It was the dress she had worn so carefully all day, fretting that she might ruin it. Aileen flinched at the ruthless act of letting the expensive dress drop to the floor, but Cesare paid it no mind.

A short silence followed. She could feel Cesare's gaze raking over her back. Clad only in her half-undone corset, Aileen felt terribly ashamed of her appearance.

Somehow, being partially clothed felt more indecent. It was enough to make her think she'd rather be completely naked. Aileen secretly wished he would remove the corset as well, but Cesare seemed to have no intention of doing so.

The metallic clink of a buckle being undone sounded, and then the thick head of his penis pressed against her entrance. Startled by the sudden act, Aileen parted her lips to make a sound, but in that instant, he thrust inside without hesitation.

He drove into her all at once, burying himself to the root, and Aileen's eyes flew open. A breath escaped her parted lips. An orgasm, starting deep in her belly, spread through her entire body. Convulsing, Aileen let out a belated moan.

“Haaah!”

Her vision flashed white. A searing pleasure, so intense it felt like her head would explode, washed over her along with a sharp pain, as if she were being split in two.

A gush of fluid burst from her sex, but Aileen was unaware that she was wet enough to drench her thighs. Even though she had reached the climax she'd been waiting for, she couldn't register it, only moaning mindlessly and struggling in his arms.

She pushed and scratched at Cesare's forearms, but it was no use. His arms were as hard as old wood, and she couldn't even leave a proper scratch.

Pinning the struggling Aileen firmly, Cesare groaned, his breath hot against her back.

“Haah, Aileen……”

He kissed her roughly. Standing on her tiptoes, Aileen received his kiss in an unstable position, clinging to him completely.

Cesare kneaded her breasts wantonly as he thrust his hips upward. The force was so strong it felt as if her round buttocks were being flattened against him.

Compared to their first night, when he had painstakingly prepared her before slowly entering, this was unbelievably rough and savage. The man, having lost all composure, pushed into her relentlessly. Aileen cried, her moans a messy tangle of sound.

Her body moved of its own accord every time he slammed into her. Her flesh, having lost all control, greedily devoured the cock she had so desperately craved. Her sex clenched tightly around his thick shaft, leaking fluid as if incontinent.

As Cesare's fingers tormented her peaked nipples, another climax hit her immediately.

“Hngh, uuungh……!”

Swept away, Aileen writhed in Cesare's arms. Her vaginal walls spasmed, contracting as if to squeeze the member inside her. Cesare's moaning breath fell on the nape of her neck.

She was relieved that he seemed to be feeling good too, but still, she cried. The pleasure was too strong, coming in such quick, successive waves that it was frightening. Tears streamed endlessly from the corners of her eyes.

Even so, the wet, slapping sound of his thrusts echoed from her drenched core. Because Cesare kept pounding into her, the climax didn't subside but continued on.

For Aileen, who was only experiencing intercourse for the second time, it was an unbearable moment. Even breathing was a struggle. Swallowing her sobs, Aileen begged Cesare.

“Ah, haah, Cesare, I'm scared, haaht, I… I want to see your face……!”

It was even more frightening because he was behind her, where she couldn't see his face. At her plea, Cesare immediately pulled out. He spun her around roughly and then swept her up into his arms.

Her body felt light as her feet left the ground. She knew Cesare would never drop her, but an instinctual fear made her throw her arms around his neck.

The moment she clung to him, Cesare, still holding her, rammed himself inside her.

“…!”

This time, not even a moan escaped her. Aileen's eyes and mouth flew wide open as she straightened her legs. Her legs, stretched straight on either side of his firm waist, trembled uncontrollably. Saliva she couldn't swallow dripped from her open lips, wetting Cesare's shoulder.

But Aileen couldn't close her mouth. She couldn't even blink. All she could do was cling desperately to Cesare's neck and tremble.

Being impaled while lifted in his arms, her own weight drove his cock deeper than ever before. The head pressed firmly against her cervix, a place he had only brushed against on their first night. It was so deep she couldn't move an inch.

Cesare held her up with one arm and used his other hand to wipe her tear-soaked face. He spoke in a feigned gentle voice.

“You said you wanted to see my face.”

But his seemingly gentle voice was laced with an unconcealable heat. Having buried himself in the deepest part of his wife, the husband wore a look of utter satisfaction, his crimson eyes gleaming. Frozen and trembling, Aileen barely managed to part her lips.

“It's… it's too deep……”

Aileen tried to pull away from him slightly, but she quickly pressed herself against him again. She had only moved a little. But his cock, pressing against that deep spot, sent a strange sensation through her entire body.

Every hair on her body stood on end, and goosebumps erupted on her cheeks and arms. As Aileen remained frozen in fear, Cesare supported her lower back and gave her a wicked smile.

“Don't cry, Aileen.”

He reminded her of a promise she had forgotten.

“We have to do it three times today, remember?”