I Became My Son's First Love - Chapter 12

The white slip, which seemed modest, reaching down to her ankles, was so thin and sheer that even the slightest movement caused the waist tie to loosen, revealing her body completely. Eve, now almost fully exposed, was too shocked to think about covering herself. She looked at Azazel in disbelief, and he smiled sweetly.

“I’ve always wanted to shove my thing inside here.”

“What?”

“A mother? That’s ridiculous. What kind of son would think of his mother like this?”

Even as he spoke, Azazel’s fingers were busy between Eve’s legs. His hand moved without hesitation, and Eve instinctively grabbed his wrist, trying to stop him. However, when Azazel’s fingers slipped between her folds and rubbed her clit hard, her protest turned into a gasp.

“Your hand… Ah!”

Her upper body, which had been rigid, collapsed forward in response to the sudden contact. Azazel naturally wrapped his arms around her trembling frame and pushed his fingers deeper. It was the first time anyone else’s hand had touched her there. Unlike her soft, delicate hand, it was a firm and rough man’s hand.

As Eve shuddered, Azazel whispered into her ear, “Your voice is so beautiful.”

Grinding her teeth, Eve spat out her words. “…Stop it.”

“Why?” Azazel asked innocently, as if he truly didn’t understand. His naïve questioning made Eve even more disoriented. Did he really not realize how wrong this was?

“This is insane.”

“But you’re divorcing my father soon, right?”

Eve raised her head so abruptly that their faces nearly collided due to their proximity. Her fierce reaction didn’t deter him.

“It’s not done yet.”

Azazel’s eyes widened slightly in surprise.

“Then after the divorce, will it be alright?”

“Stop spouting nonsense… You’re my son— Ah!”

Azazel’s fingers finally broke past her tight flesh, invading her deeply. The unfamiliar sensation caused Eve to clutch his forearm. Through the fabric, she could feel the hard muscles beneath, but there was no time to admire them. Azazel’s sudden actions left her confused and overwhelmed, but at the same time, an unwelcome surge of pleasure washed over her.

The moment an unfamiliar man’s hand touched her most private area, Eve’s body, which had never been fully satisfied, screamed out for the pleasure it had been denied for so long.

Eve bit her lip. For the past three years, every time she had watched her husband with other women, she had dreamed of a man with black hair. Each time she woke, she couldn’t control her burning body and resorted to pleasuring herself. But no matter how much she touched herself, no matter how she groped her breasts or pressed her fingers below, it never fully relieved her desire.

And now, suddenly, a stranger’s hand was there, where no one else had ever touched her. How could she not be aroused?

Her entrance, already wet, allowed his fingers to slip inside easily. As his thumb circled her clit, Eve’s body responded against her will. She looked up, determined to resist, but froze when her gaze met his cold, blue eyes. Unlike the heat of his hand exploring her, Azazel’s icy blue eyes watched her closely.

With a chilling voice, he whispered, “Are we related by blood, or do we share a familial bond?”

Something flickered in Azazel’s eyes. While Eve was distracted by his gaze, he suddenly withdrew his hand, his fingers brushing against her entrance as they pulled out. Eve clenched her teeth to stifle a moan.

As his hand withdrew, it caught on her slip, loosening the tie. Her body was now fully exposed, but Azazel remained indifferent, using the hand coated in her wetness to cup her cheek. His large hand covered one side of her face entirely.

He caressed her gently and said, “Besides, you and my father never slept together, did you?”

Eve’s face twisted in shock. How could Azazel possibly know that? Her mind raced, but her mouth acted faster than her thoughts.

“How do you know that?”

Azazel’s expression brightened at her panicked question.

“That doesn’t matter. What matters is that I’ve never been with anyone else, either.”

With his hand still wet from her juices, Azazel began rubbing her neck, spreading the fluid across her pale skin. His actions were eerily familiar.

Smiling softly, he said, “Becoming each other’s first? A day like today deserves to be commemorated.”

Eve shook her head desperately. No matter how indifferent she was to morals, this was too much.

“This is absurd.”

Despite Eve’s repeated refusals, Azazel continued to whisper seductively in her ear, “No one will criticize us. It’s common in high society.”

Was this what the demon’s temptation sounded like? His voice was soaked with lust. Ignoring the prickling sensation in her ears, Eve gritted her teeth and replied, “Do you take me for a fool…”

Azazel didn’t allow her to refuse him again.

“Discreetly, of course.”

“Don’t— Ah!”

His large hand grabbed her half-exposed breast, fingers rubbing her nipple harshly. She could feel the heat of his hand even through the thin fabric. His much larger hand completely enveloped her modest breast, causing another involuntary twitch between her legs.

Glancing down at her, Azazel commented, “Really? You’re wet down here. Hmm?”

For someone as sexually frustrated as Eve, a man’s touch was unbearably stimulating. However, even in her aroused state, this was too much. Eve ignored the pulsing between her legs, gritting her teeth to resist him. But Azazel soothed her, his voice as gentle as if he were calming a child.

“I wouldn’t make a bad first. You’ll need experience for future partners. Imagine being a divorcée and still a virgin. How embarrassing would that be?”

It was clearly a trivial taunt, not worth considering, but whether it was the hand playing with her nipple or the laughing, soft blue eyes, Eve found herself unable to resist. Was she really going mad from years of unfulfilled desire?

With difficulty, Eve murmured, “That’s…”

“Let’s do each other a favor.”

His whispered words slithered through her mind like a serpent’s tongue. She knew she was hesitating, but Eve hadn’t forgotten the terms of her marriage contract. As the Countess, she was prohibited from doing anything that could bring disgrace to her position. While “disgrace” was a vague term, there was no doubt that sleeping with her stepson would qualify.

She couldn’t risk ruining this marriage. 100 million gold—just a few more days, and it would all be hers. She had endured for three years. She could endure a few more days for something much greater.

While Eve steeled herself, Azazel continued his relentless seduction.

“My father left the mansion earlier. You and I are the only ones on this floor. No one will ever know.”

Ignoring the lingering temptation, Eve pushed hard against Azazel’s shoulders and pulled her slip back into place. As Azazel was forcefully rejected, the heat in the room seemed to dissipate, replaced by an icy chill.

Trying to remain composed, Eve spoke firmly, “I don’t know how you found out, but yes, your father and I are in the process of divorcing. But I’m still the Countess of Hound. I’m still your mother.”

Azazel scoffed in disbelief. “You’re really going to uphold that marriage vow?”

“We made a promise as a married couple, and I intend to keep it.”

Of course, what Eve really intended to keep was the divorce settlement. After watching her silently for a moment, Azazel chuckled.

“Oh, that’s right. You have the contract.”

“What?”

“100 million gold, right? What if I were to give that to you instead?”

How on earth did Azazel know about that?

Even if he knew about the contract, could he possibly know the exact terms? Either way, Eve couldn’t let herself be swayed. She schooled her expression, trying not to falter.

“…I don’t know how you know about that, but I don’t deal in uncertainties.”

Who’s to say Azazel wasn’t just trying to avoid paying the 100 million gold? Though judging by the heat in his eyes, that didn’t seem to be the case.

Azazel’s gaze was so filled with emotion that Eve wondered how she hadn’t noticed it before. This wasn’t some momentary impulse or childish whim—it was a deep, burning desire. She had never truly looked into his eyes like this.

Staring intently at her with a playful smile, Azazel murmured, “I thought approaching you lightly would work, but it’s not so easy. You’re still as cute as ever, Eve.”