Wicked Husband-Chapter 68 - 67

It was a whispered confession of deep affection, tinged with sadness at her inability to fully express the intensity of her feelings. Gazing at him with a dazed look, she felt as though even his eyes, which held her captive, were softened by the intoxication of the moment.

"Alright, Eileen."

Their lips met gently, like flower petals settling down. They kissed tenderly, each touch careful as if they feared the moment might shatter. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

"I’ve missed you too, all this time," he murmured softly in reply.

Eileen had longed for these words, and their presence only made her more certain that she was dreaming. In the dream, she reached out to Cesare.

He embraced her willingly, and with deep, heartfelt yearning, Eileen asked,

"Will I be able to see you again tomorrow?"

It was a question she could never ask Cesare in reality—a question she dared not utter—yet in the dream, she voiced it gently.

"I want to see you tomorrow, too..."

A large hand tenderly stroked Eileen’s head and cheek. She pressed her face against his hand, savoring the comforting sensation. His response, however, seemed somewhat disconnected from her intense longing.

"It will be as you wish."

His voice, sweet and tender, contrasted with the scent of blood that lingered around him.

"Anything."

With his whispered promise, Eileen was gently drawn into a deep, dreamless sleep.

***

Eileen suddenly woke up. Though her memory was hazy, she felt she had experienced something profoundly pleasant. Upon waking, a pang of regret washed over her, as if she had lost something precious.

It was still dark beyond her closed eyelids. As she tried to drift back to sleep, an unusual sound began to intrude upon her senses—a wet, squelching noise, accompanied by a groan of discomfort.

As she became aware of the odd sensation, she felt a foreign presence below. Something long and rigid was slowly probing inside her. The bizarre mixture of pleasure and pain made her head spin. A disoriented thought crossed her mind.

"Come to think of it, I slept without underwear."

Without the protection of underwear, her sensitive skin was more vulnerable to stimulation. The slight, stinging pain she felt whenever the fabric touched her swollen area led her to sleep without it last night.

As if punishing her for not wearing even underwear, something firm was gently rubbing against her inside. Reflexively, Eileen tightened her muscles down there. Her already moist mucous membranes clamped down on the invader with all their might.

However, the soft intrusion caused no harm. The invader pressed on, unimpeded, and slowly stroked inside her. The meticulous sensation of exploring her inner walls made Eileen shiver, and she opened her eyes wide.

"Ugh..."

A groan escaped her lips. In a panic, Eileen hurriedly propped herself up and looked below, only to be met with an unimaginable sight. Her breath hitched as she cried out his name in a desperate scream.

"C-Cesare!"

Between her widely spread legs sat Cesare. He was applying ointment with his index and middle fingers to her intimate area.

Looking into his crimson eyes and then down at her vulv@, she saw it coated with a thick, milky white ointment. The sight of the sticky substance smeared over her reddened, sensitive skin evoked strange thoughts.

Eileen’s face turned bright red in an instant. While she was at a loss for what to do, Cesare continued to move his hands with a composed demeanour. He narrowed his eyes slightly and interrogated her with a scrutinising gaze.

"Looks like you’ve grown up to be a liar."

His fingers, coated with ointment, dug deep inside her.

"You said it was fine, but it’s completely swollen."

"Ugh!"

The deep intrusion made the fine hairs on her cheeks stand on end. Her body involuntarily released a gush of fluid. Despite having been intimately occupied on her wedding night, she still dripped with wetness, as if she were still unsatisfied. Her embarrassing reaction made her face flush even more. Eileen hurriedly apologised to Cesare.

"I’m sorry, I-I was so embarrassed and ashamed."

Still, she hadn’t done anything about it. After taking the medicine she had brought from the lab and going to bed early, she felt much better upon waking.

However, the swelling remained unchanged, suggesting to Cesare that she might have neglected the injury. Noting Eileen’s remorseful expression, Cesare spoke in a low, stern tone.

"Don’t hide your pain. Understand?"

"Yes..."

Eileen’s face fell into a sorrowful expression. Although she had been relieved to get through it without applying ointment, Cesare had never intended to overlook the issue from the start.

He spread the sleeping Eileen’s legs and finally looked below. As soon as he confirmed that it was swollen, he must have applied the ointment he had prepared in advance.

Cesare carefully explored the inner walls, checking if there were any specific areas where Eileen felt pain. His fingers, moving slowly and palpating, made her body shiver involuntarily.

In fact, the pleasure outweighed the pain. It had been only a short time since Cesare had thoroughly tormented her, and her skin, still marked from their first night, responded with heightened sensitivity to his touch.

Cesare was attentive and concerned in his treatment, but he seemed reluctant to bear the experience alone. Eileen kept trying to suppress the rising pleasure. She hurriedly turned her gaze elsewhere and clenched the pillow tightly, her knuckles turning white.

However, the foreign sensation inside gradually awakened her senses. There was no way to stop the pleasure slowly rising from her abdomen.

The squeaking sound filled the quiet bedroom. Eileen twisted her waist every time his fingers moved inside her. Despite her efforts to endure, it was not successful. Instead, she only wished that Cesare would move a bit more roughly.

"Ha, ah..."

Before she knew it, her legs were spread wide. She even lifted her hips slightly to make it easier for his fingers to move in and out, but Eileen did not realize her own state. She was only breathing heavily from the lukewarm pleasure.

Just when she desperately wanted his fingers to move more vigorously, Cesare’s fingers withdrew from her.

"Hmm...!"

Eileen gave a frustrated moan and tightened down below. The moist membrane grasped the withdrawing fingers, but it was futile, just as it had been when he entered.

Eileen stared blankly at Cesare, who was wiping his hands with a towel. The layers of pleasure had left her lower abdomen throbbing, and her empty v@gina twitched uncontrollably.

Cesare’s somewhat stern voice made her feel even more despondent.

"No, Eileen. You’re injured."

His cold reaction stirred a pang of sadness within her. Unable to speak and only able to groan, she noticed a faint smile forming on Cesare’s face as he observed her.

"Are you in a lot of pain?"

Normally, she would have insisted that she was fine, but her current state left her unable to think clearly. Her lips moved first, betraying her true feelings.

"It hurts..."

The memory of their first night resurfaced. She knew that if she spoke honestly and made a request, he would fulfill it. However, despite gazing at him with the same earnest eyes as before, Cesare did not touch her again. He remained visibly aroused.

"It’s a punishment, Eileen."

Instead of probing her with his fingers or his member, he gently kissed her and whispered.

"The punishment for not honestly saying you’re in pain."

In the end, Eileen spent a painful day with the unresolved, dull pleasure still inside her.

***

Senon gazed up at the starry sky with dazed eyes, his voice filled with emotion as he shouted,

"Finally... is it over...!"

He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment before opening them and turning to the side. There, Lotan was silently pulling out a cigarette.

The two men took a moment to rest, quietly sharing a cigarette. Lotan patted Senon’s shoulder briefly after exhaling the smoke.

"You did well."

"Yeah, I really did."

Senon’s face beamed with pride as he let out a deep sigh. The task had been incredibly tough and demanding, but it hadn’t been difficult at all. It had all been for Eileen.

Grinning, Senon rubbed his nose with the back of his hand and murmured,

"But I feel a bit strange."

Lotan raised one of his thick eyebrows and asked simply,

"Why?"

"Eileen is all grown up, married and everything... I always felt like she would be a child in my heart forever."

Senon had watched Eileen grow from a little girl who looked like a tiny doll into a woman who was now a Grand Duchess. It was hard to grasp that she had come so far. Lost in nostalgia, Senon recalled the first time he had met Eileen.

The little girl had flitted about like a delicate bird in a field of lilies before suddenly leaping into Cesare’s arms. The ten-year-old child, who burst into tears, was undeniably beautiful.

But back then, Senon had harbored a strong dislike for Eileen.

The reason was that Cesare was wasting precious time on a mere child.

Of course, the child was undeniably cute. The unique combination of green and gold in her eyes was almost mystical, and her chattering voice was as pleasant as a lark’s song.

***