I Became My Son's First Love - Chapter 10

She thought she heard a slurping sound. Eve squinted her eyes. Her inner thighs tingled, and she involuntarily curled up. However, something was holding her legs. When she looked down, she saw someone with black hair burying their face between her legs. The wet, sucking sounds reached her ears, cutting through her hazy state of mind.

The moment she noticed the head, her sleep fled instantly. Eve gasped, and the figure between her legs slowly raised their head. It was a man whose face she couldn’t recognize—not because it was unfamiliar but because she couldn’t make out the features. All she could see was his wet mouth. His black hair obscured his face, but she was certain that their eyes met.

The man locked eyes with her and lifted his wet lips into a lascivious smile. A red tongue darted out from between his lips, licking them slowly. Eve’s eyes flew open. Her inner thighs were still damp, but the surroundings had changed.

She was in her room, lying in her own bed. As she stared blankly at the familiar ceiling, a damp feeling caused her to slide her hand downwards. Without touching it, she could already feel the wetness, but when her hand reached it, the sensation was even worse than she’d expected.

‘Is this like a wet dream?’

She had heard that women could have wet dreams, though it wasn’t common. In any case, there was no other way to explain what had just happened to her. Had watching the Count’s sexual activities left a stronger impression on her than she thought?

“That’s ridiculous… ah.”

Amused by the absurdity of the situation, Eve tried to pull her hand away from her crotch, but as her fingers brushed her clit, a jolt of pleasure shot through her body. It was a strange sensation, one she hadn’t felt earlier. Hesitating for a moment, Eve pressed her finger against the swollen flesh again.

“Ah!”

It wasn’t her imagination. Emboldened, Eve mimicked the gestures she had seen the woman make earlier, applying more pressure to her clit and the surrounding area. Her sensitive skin began to ache slightly, and a soft moan escaped her lips.

After that, her body moved on its own. Eve’s hand, now wet, rose to grasp her breast. Unlike earlier, when she had felt nothing, this time the sensation was different. A wave of heat spread from her stiff nipple, reaching deep inside her body.

That night, for the first time in her life, Eve pleasured herself.

***

Eve gazed at her reflection in the mirror. Her red hair gleamed, and her skin looked even smoother than it had when she was first married. Unlike the youthful girl she had been three years ago, Eve, now twenty-two, had fully blossomed into a woman.

‘Time really flies.’

Was it because she had been living a carefree, worry-free life? Or was it simply that money had this much power?

‘Well, it’s my face, but it’s nothing to be ashamed of.’

Smiling, Eve admired her own reflection. Over the past three years, she had enjoyed a luxurious and comfortable life.

Not only did she receive a monthly allowance to maintain her dignity as the Countess, but whenever she accompanied the Count to imperial balls or other formal events, the additional income was substantial. The Count spared no expense on such occasions, adorning Eve with extravagant jewelry, the latest fashionable dresses, and shoes crafted by artisans who supplied the imperial family.

In public, the Count treated Eve with the utmost respect, in line with the terms of their contract. He never brought other women along when she was present—a level of courtesy that, given his usual behavior, was remarkable. Thanks to this, although there were occasional rumors, no one dared ask her rude questions directly.

Of course, the Count was still involved with many other women, frequently making the front pages of gossip magazines. But this didn’t bother Eve, as she no longer read such publications. In the past, she had killed time by reading cheap tabloids, but now things were different. If she wanted to learn something, she studied it. If she wanted to see something, she went to see it. She had even found a few hobbies that interested her.

Over the past three years, Eve had developed a passion for patronage. Supporting up-and-coming painters became a hobby she found both enjoyable and befitting her status. It didn’t tarnish the Hound family’s reputation, and she seemed to have a good eye for talent. Many of the artists she sponsored gained recognition, and the Count, pleased with her hobby, readily permitted it.

Though she had once been a country noblewoman with impulsive tendencies, Eve had grown into the refined and poised Countess of Hound, displaying the manners and social grace expected of a noblewoman from the capital.

However, not all of those years had been pleasant. Since the night the Count had first summoned her to his bedroom, he had occasionally called her back.

He kissed her and flaunted his manhood, but never touched her beyond that. There was always another woman waiting in his bedroom, and Eve’s role was to watch her husband’s encounters with his mistresses. But that wasn’t the real problem. The issue was the dreams that followed those nights.

Every time Eve witnessed the Count’s sexual activities, the man from her dreams would return. The man with black hair and an unknown face. In her dreams, she was soaked by his lips, and each night, she woke up feeling more and more ashamed.

How could a married woman dream of such obscene acts with someone other than her husband? She had no friends to confide in, and even if she did, who would believe her? Who would think she was sexually frustrated simply because the Count never touched her?

Eve often suppressed those lingering regrets. It wasn’t wise to be greedy. She was living a life where all her needs, except for her sexual desires, were satisfied. Such a life wasn’t common, and she knew she had to be content with what she had.

‘Yes, things couldn’t be better…’

But then someone came to mind. There was one more person who unsettled her.

Azazel, her stepson, who spent half the year at the Hound estate. Despite his apparent wanderlust, which kept him away most of the time, he occasionally looked at her in a strange way. His blue eyes, usually indifferent to the world, would sometimes flare with barely suppressed intensity, as if he were fighting to control himself.

At times, she wondered if Azazel hated her. But if that were the case, he wouldn’t make a point to have meals with her whenever he was at the estate. Perhaps it was his way of being considerate toward his stepmother. As the heir to the Seratine Duchy and the Count’s eldest son, his respect for Eve had helped her secure her position even more firmly.

‘It was a bit tiresome when the Count and Azazel clashed, but at least they didn’t take it out on me.’

Every time father and son met, the tension was palpable, as if the room could crack at any moment. But despite the strain, Eve had never been directly harmed.

Considering how strained Azazel’s relationship was with his father, the young Duke was nothing short of a gentleman. Even though his occasional glances weren’t exactly friendly, Eve found it tolerable. As long as their relationship remained distant yet cordial, she believed she would have no trouble when Azazel eventually inherited the duchy.

Confident that her future would continue to be stable and satisfying, Eve was shocked when she was summoned to the Count’s room late one night. The fact that she hadn’t been dressed in provocative nightwear had already raised her suspicions.

As she processed what she had just heard, Eve spoke cautiously, “So, you’re saying… you want a divorce?”

“Yes.”

Her husband had just announced the end of their contract.

“Why… all of a sudden?”

“I’ve met someone else.”

He spoke nonchalantly, despite Eve’s stunned reaction. Was that really a reason to divorce her? Eve let out a bitter laugh.

“How is that anything new? Keep seeing her.”

For the entire three years of their marriage, the Count had cycled through countless women. And now he wanted a divorce because he had met someone? But the Count seemed resolute, as if he had made up his mind long ago.

“This time, it’s different.”

“Different?”

“I think I’ve found true love.”

“True love?”

“Yes.”

Could he really speak of “true love” with such a dry, emotionless face? In truth, it didn’t matter to Eve. What mattered was something else.

“Have you forgotten the terms of our contract?”

If he remembered the contract, there was no way he could speak so lightly of divorce. Surely he hadn’t forgotten about the 100 million gold penalty.

Despite Eve’s careful questioning, the Count remained indifferent.

“No, I remember.”

“And yet you still want to divorce me? Are you really willing to pay that penalty?”

“Yes.”

To pay 100 million gold just for a divorce?

“Has the other person agreed to this?”

“…That’s none of your concern.”

His cold reply silenced Eve. He was right—she had no right to ask any further. It seemed that in the past three years of living as husband and wife, their relationship had blurred the lines of their contract. While their relationship hadn’t been bad, it hadn’t been close either.

As long as the Count upheld the terms of their agreement, Eve had no reason to oppose the divorce. The most satisfying aspect of her life over the past three years had been the luxurious lifestyle. And according to the contract, Eve would become even wealthier after the divorce than she was now.