I Became My Son's First Love - Chapter 14

Love juice flowed out from below, as if eagerly awaiting him. As though he had anticipated it, his hot tongue lapped up every drop, sucking on her as if hoping more would come. Soon, his damp tongue knocked at the entrance.

“Ah!”

Though she had never felt this before, the sensation was just as she had imagined, making her abdomen and legs tense as a gush of wetness surged forth. Azazel buried his face between Eve’s legs as if he had been waiting for this.

“Mm, ah.”

His thick tongue slid into Eve’s core without hesitation. The unfamiliar sensation made Eve tremble. Each time Azazel buried his tongue deep inside her, his nose brushed against her swollen flesh. The aching yet delightful feeling caused more liquid to flow from her.

If this continued, she would end up drenched in her own fluids, just like the women who had tangled with her husband or like when she pleasured herself while thinking of the man from her dreams. Just the thought sent a chill down her spine in embarrassment. She needed to push him away.

“Ah, Azazel…”

Her voice trembled with pleasure as she called his name, her body shaking. Azazel slowly raised his head to look at her, and her breath caught in her throat. Though it was Eve who had been receiving pleasure, his cheeks were flushed red with excitement. But what captivated her even more were his lips, glistening with her juices. His expression was unbearably lewd. It was hard to tear her eyes away from his moist lips, which slowly parted.

“Yes, I’m your Azazel. Don’t forget who you’re with right now.”

The usual calmness in his blue eyes had twisted into an almost wicked display of possessiveness. Eve, shocked, could only stare down at him, forgetting to even breathe.

“Remember who is discovering this place first.”

He kept his gaze locked on her as his red tongue slowly licked from her perineum to her clit. The overwhelming sensation caused Eve to let out an involuntary moan.

“Ah!”

Before she realized it, her fingers had woven into Azazel’s short hair. The soft strands slipping through her fingers only added to the stimulation. Azazel pressed his lips against her more deeply in response to her touch.

“Ah!”

He teased her clit with his tongue and playfully tugged at it with his lips. As Eve panted from the pleasure, more fluids gushed out of her, and Azazel lapped it all up.

By now, Eve couldn’t even tell if the wetness between her legs was from Azazel’s saliva or her own arousal. The sensation was far beyond anything she had ever experienced in her dreams or during masturbation, and the pleasure overwhelmed her, making it impossible to think clearly.

At some point, Eve collapsed back onto the bed, pressing his head harder between her thighs.

“Mmm!”

The wet sounds of his lips sucking on her filled her ears. Just imagining the sight of his mouth against her sent a surge of intense pleasure through her, causing her to completely unravel.

“Aah!”

Far more liquid than ever before burst forth from her, and her body convulsed as her thighs tensed. The heat that had started in her lower abdomen spread through her entire body, and a hot breath escaped her lips. Her body, drained from the long orgasm, went limp.

Even as Eve’s strength faded and she let go of his head, Azazel didn’t stop. His continued stimulation on her sensitive body was almost too much. Eve managed to lift her trembling hand and pushed his head away, her body shivering at the occasional brush of his tongue.

“…Stop.”

Azazel raised his head with a soft laugh. His handsome face was smeared with her fluids, but he seemed entirely unbothered as he gazed up at her with a mischievous smile.

“An unforgettable first kiss, wasn’t it?”

His red tongue darted out to lick his wet lips before disappearing back into his mouth. The way he looked reminded her of the man from her dreams, causing a heavy ache to settle in her abdomen once more. But Eve managed to cling to the last shreds of her rationality. After experiencing one climax, the fog in her mind had cleared somewhat. She had 100 million gold to protect.

With a small sigh, Eve muttered, “…Wipe your face.”

Azazel nodded and slowly rose from between her legs. “Give me a handkerchief, preferably one you use often.”

What was he talking about? A used handkerchief? But Eve, too drained to argue, weakly shook her head.

“I don’t have the strength to move.”

At her words, Azazel slowly stood up. Ignoring the shadow cast over her, Eve mustered all the strength she had left to adjust her disheveled slip. This insanity had to end here. Azazel ran a hand through his messy hair, his expression one of mild regret.

“Of course. Since it was our first kiss, I’ll take care of it myself.”

He then opened the drawer and took out one of her handkerchiefs as if he were familiar with the room. It was his first time in her room, so how did he know where things were? Now that her mind had cleared a bit, Eve watched him with a complicated expression. Azazel wiped his face with her handkerchief and made eye contact with her.

“You use this one often, don’t you? I’ve seen it during meals.”

Eve didn’t have the energy to respond. Honestly, she was tired of everything now. She had gotten swept up by Azazel—or rather, by his beautiful face—and ended up doing something ridiculous. But she was too exhausted to dig herself into a hole of self-reflection. All she wanted was to close her eyes and sleep. As she wondered when Azazel would leave, he came closer.

“Isn’t it time for you to go? I’m exhausted.”

But instead of leaving, Azazel wedged himself between her legs again and wiped her wet area with the handkerchief.

“There’s not much left.”

After licking most of it himself, naturally. Eve was about to scold him when her mouth dropped open at the sight of him casually pocketing the handkerchief.

“Why are you taking that?”

Azazel answered nonchalantly, “To masturbate.”

“What?”

Eve thought she was beyond being shocked, but apparently not. She stared at him in disbelief, but he continued calmly, “I’m going to masturbate with this handkerchief soaked in your juices until my cock hurts.”

Azazel leaned in, resting his hand on the bed next to her, and whispered, “I’ll hold out with this until you divorce my father.”

“You really are crazy, aren’t you?”

A deeper weariness than before settled over Eve. So this wasn’t going to end with just one encounter.

Azazel lightly kissed her flushed cheek, his eyes sparkling like a shy boy’s, despite just burying his face between his stepmother’s legs moments ago. The contrast was dizzying, but Eve quickly furrowed her brow in annoyance.

Ever since this ordeal began, Eve had been the only one flustered and dragged along like a cornered animal, and it was getting on her nerves.

If her suspicion was right, she wasn’t the only one affected by this. Eve abruptly reached down and rubbed the bulge in Azazel’s pants. She was satisfied with the way his previously calm expression cracked for the first time.

Eve teased him, “Fine, then. You can take care of yourself from now on.”

She smirked, but Azazel chuckled dryly and pulled her hand away.

“I’m holding back, so it’s better if you don’t provoke me any further.”

Eve obediently withdrew her hand. His voice, now low and husky, was filled with lust. When she thought about the settlement money, she realized she couldn’t afford to tease him too much. Azazel, still with a hint of regret, caressed her face gently.

“My Eve.”

For a moment, the playful mood vanished, and Azazel stroked her face with a tender touch. His hand was full of affection. They had only known each other for three years, and that time had been spent as stepmother and stepson. So why was his emotion so intense? And why didn’t she find it burdensome? It was almost as if this was natural.

‘Why?’

While Eve was lost in confusion, Azazel removed his hand from her face.

“Don’t worry. I’ll handle everything.”

As if it were his responsibility, Azazel finished adjusting her slip and stood up.

“Then, I’ll be going. Sleep well.”

After Azazel left the room, Eve lay there alone, staring at the ceiling, overwhelmed by her complicated feelings.

‘What on earth is going on?’

Her husband had just declared their divorce, and now his son had buried his face between her legs, revealing his lust for his stepmother. But the most shocking thing was how she had given in to his temptation. Sure, the orgasm she experienced in reality had been far more intense than anything she’d imagined or achieved through self-pleasure, but still, this was wrong.

‘What kind of messed-up family is this?’

In the end, Eve tossed and turned restlessly for a long time that night, unable to calm her chaotic thoughts.

Chapter 2: The Subject of Attention

Eve blinked absentmindedly, startled by the voice calling her name, and turned to look at the person. Across from her, the butler was gazing at her with a look of sympathy.

“Madam.”

At the moment, Eve was in a private conversation with the butler, having dismissed the servants, as he had come to explain the divorce proceedings to her.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I was lost in thought. So, I just need to leave the mansion tomorrow?”