Chapter 81

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Translator: Harry Potta
Chapter: 81
Chapter Title: A Confession in Ecstasy
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The kiss that began so suddenly was not as gentle as before. It was a rough, devouring kiss, and Aileen instinctively tried to pull back. But Cesare immediately held the back of her head, leaving her unable to move.

The thought that she had been about to kiss him first briefly crossed her mind. But it didn't matter who initiated it. All that mattered was the fact that she was kissing him. Aileen pressed her body tightly against his and continued the kiss.

She didn't close her eyes for a moment. Aileen met his gaze, not shying away. In truth, she couldn't have looked away even if she wanted to. She was completely bound by his eyes, unable to turn her head.

“Hah, hngh…”

Aileen let out a feverish moan, swept away by his kiss. Her body naturally chased the pleasure, bobbing atop him eagerly. She rubbed her swollen clitoris against him and sucked greedily at his tongue.

She was like a puppy in heat, but Aileen was not fully aware of her own state. She had no capacity for such thoughts. Her mind was completely consumed by Cesare and the pleasure he gave her.

The lewd scent hanging in the air, the wantonly wet sounds, the hot and lustful body heat—it all paralyzed her reason. Like an animal drunk on instinct, Aileen clung to him and swayed her hips.

“Hah, Aileen…”

Cesare breathed her name like a sigh. His voice sounded somewhat troubled. Pulling her into a tight embrace, Cesare kissed her neck deeply, sucking at the soft skin. The thought that it would leave a mark on her delicate skin flickered through her mind, but it was quickly extinguished by pleasure.

He acted like a man possessed. He tormented her neck with particular focus, nipping and kissing the slender column, even rubbing his nose against her skin.

The tickling sensation made her hair stand on end. Aileen moaned raggedly, digging her nails into his shoulders. She felt them scratch his skin. She knew she shouldn't, but she couldn't control her body.

Along with the shame of her own perverse and deviant actions, she felt a strange sense of liberation. Aileen let out a thin, high-pitched cry.

“Ah, aah, hngh, aaah…!”

She looked at Cesare, her vision blurred with tears. His eyes were dark with carnal desire.

Her movements were nothing compared to the way Cesare had thrust into her, all the way to the hilt. And yet, he seemed utterly satisfied by Aileen moving her hips on her own.

The certainty of his complete satisfaction somehow made it even more unbearable for Aileen. Even though his large cock was plundering her insides, she felt it wasn't enough. Her core ached so much that her mouth went dry.

Impatiently bucking her hips, Aileen grew bolder and sank down deep onto him. And as the climax hit her instantly, she threw her body back.

“Hnghk…!”

Her toes splayed as she trembled violently. Cesare supported her so she wouldn't fall, stroking her body.

Her melting body reached a shallow climax at his lightest touch. When he rubbed her tailbone with his long fingers, Aileen couldn't hold back and gushed.

Her clitoris, pressed flat and tormented against his abs, squirted again. Her tongue went slack as she let out a broken moan, her entire body convulsing. Cesare immediately licked away all the saliva that trickled from her parted lips.

As she lay trembling in the throes of her climax, Cesare lifted her and laid her down on the sofa. Startled for a moment by the damp fabric against her back, Aileen cried out. Cesare had begun to thrust his hips in earnest.

It was a deep, wanton motion, incomparable to her own clumsy bouncing. He panted, his glutes and thigh muscles flexing as he powerfully drove into her.

Her tightly clenched flesh was forced open, pressing repeatedly against a place that would never normally be touched. Her vagina, stretched to accommodate his cock, desperately gripped his shaft of flesh, only to release gushes of fluid again and again.

“Aileen, Aileen…”

While Aileen writhed and moaned, he called her name over and over. He spoke her name again and again, as if she might disappear otherwise.

Each time he called her name in his low voice, Aileen felt like she would go mad from the tingling deep inside her. Her own name, spoken on the breath of an aroused man, felt endlessly lewd. A tingling sensation shot down her spine, her stomach churned, and every fine hair on her body stood on end.

“Hah, ngh, I'm, I'm coming, now, not yet, ugh, don't stop…”

Waves of surreal pleasure washed over her. Coming while he continued to thrust into her, the pleasure seemed endless. She was drenched, leaking fluids from above and below to the point she thought there could be nothing left. Soaked in climax, Aileen murmured deliriously.

“It feels good, hic, so good, so, so good…”

This was the pleasure she had waited a week for. Aileen greedily devoured the overflowing pleasure Cesare poured into her. Her sexually awakened body felt even more than it had on their first night. Even then, she had felt a shock that seemed to shatter her mind, but this was even more intense.

“Ah, aah, hngh, ungh.”

She had given him even her most intimate places. Her heart, and now her body, all belonged to Cesare. Drunk on pleasure, Aileen uttered words she should never have dared to say. Clinging to his chest, Aileen let out a slurred whisper.

“Ngh, huu, I… I like you, Cesare…”

She didn't even know what she was saying as the words left her lips. She was simply lost in ecstasy, her true feelings spilling out.

At that moment, Cesare's body went rigid. He let out a deep, low groan and pulled Aileen into a crushing embrace. He held her in a way she couldn't see his face and pressed his thick cock against her cervix.

The tightly closed entrance sucked at the head, and his cock immediately began to twitch and ejaculate. Rough spurts of semen battered the spot that had become exquisitely sensitive. Aileen couldn't even moan; she just trembled.

The overwhelming pleasure made her vision flicker. She even lost consciousness for a brief moment. When she came to her senses, Aileen was sobbing like an animal.

It was a sudden ejaculation. He seemed not to have expected it either, as a hint of bewilderment was mixed in with his ragged breaths. Even though it was his second time, his cock released semen for just as long as the first.

With every pulse that soaked her from within, Aileen flinched. On the verge of tears from the masochistic pleasure, she reached for Cesare. Then, Cesare suddenly burst out laughing.

“You only tell me at times like this?”

The man who, just moments ago, had been committing the lewdest acts in the world, was now smiling with the clear face of a boy.

“I'll have to work harder from now on.”

Not remembering what she had said, Aileen simply stayed still in his arms.

Cesare held Aileen tightly, stroking her endlessly. Just as she wished, he peppered kisses over her face, which was soaked with tears and saliva.

Cesare, who had slowly caught his breath, exhaled and pulled his body away from hers. His cock slid out slowly. With a wet squelch, a mixture of her fluids and his semen dripped down.

Aileen stared at Cesare with dazed eyes. She wanted more of the pleasure she had just experienced. She wanted to feel that body-shattering climax again.

There was still one more time left, and she wished he would hurry and put it back inside her, but for some reason, Cesare did not. Instead, he spread her open with his hands to examine her. He inserted a finger inside her already-swelling flesh and pressed.

Even after having taken his massive cock, the mere sensation of a single finger moving in and out made Aileen's whole body tremble. Cesare let out a low sigh. Drunk on a hazy feeling, Aileen mumbled.

“More, I want to do it more…”

But after carefully checking her condition, Cesare refused firmly.

“No.”

Tears welled up at his cold refusal. When Aileen looked about to cry, he tilted his head and asked.

“Do you want to apply ointment again?”

After a moment's hesitation, Aileen meekly shook her head. He praised her for her quiet obedience, saying, “Good girl.”

Cesare brushed back his sweat-dampened hair and carelessly tossed aside his soaked uniform. He hastily pulled on his trousers before taking Aileen in his arms.

As the heat left her body, the exhaustion that had been hidden by pleasure washed over her. Overcome by a sudden wave of fatigue, Aileen drifted off to sleep without realizing it. As her consciousness faded, a whisper like an auditory hallucination brushed past her ear. A wonderful voice spoke in a low tone.

“Good night, Aileen.”