I Became My Son's First Love - Chapter 7

“Don’t worry, madam. We’ll take care of everything for you.”

“That’s right. Once you’re in the room, the master will handle the rest.”

But there was no way Eve was going to leave everything up to the Count. She decided she would bring up the contract as soon as she entered the room, before anything escalated.

‘It’s best to talk before things get heated.’

As Eve mentally organized the things she wanted to say, the preparations were already done, and she found herself walking down the hallway. She glanced at the butler walking ahead of her and the empty hallway. Although her room wasn’t far from the Count’s, the estate was vast.

There were no other servants in sight, which made sense once Eve looked down at what she was wearing: a flimsy garment that was more about being removed than covering anything. It was made of transparent material with loosely sewn buttons, and her skin glistened faintly, as if some oil had been applied. The purpose of her outfit was clear, and now it made sense why the hallway was empty.

‘So, it really is the wedding night.’

Sighing softly, Eve nodded to the butler as he opened the door to the bedroom. She stepped inside but stopped in her tracks. The butler, noticing her hesitation, raised his voice in surprise.

“What are you doing here?!”

It wasn’t a question of who the woman was; her attire made it obvious. Even without asking, everyone could guess why she was there. However, the question just asked was equally unnecessary. Why? Because it was just as easy to deduce why the woman had come here.

Inside the Count’s bedroom, a woman lay sprawled on the bed, barely clothed—so much so that even the thin nightgown Eve had previously dismissed as flimsy seemed tightly wrapped in comparison.

Wide-eyed at the unexpected sight, Eve suddenly recalled her first encounter with the Count. The man had been kissing another woman in front of her, completely unconcerned about being seen.

She had suspected it then, but now it was clear: the Count truly has some peculiar tastes.

‘Then I don’t have to worry about contraception.’

With a satisfied smile, she thought that if this was the kind of “duty” the Count expected from his wife, she could handle it. She wasn’t interested in watching other people’s intimate moments, but if this was part of being Countess, she wouldn’t complain. Though she had briefly worried that he might ask her to join in, the woman on the bed looked more than capable of satisfying him alone. While Eve observed the scene, the butler cleared his throat, trying to gauge the situation.

“Who could have arranged this…?”

Everyone in the room knew the answer to that question.

“It’s fine, butler. Don’t get too worked up. This isn’t surprising at all.”

“But madam, this is…”

Eve cut him off, confirming the Count’s instructions. “It’s alright. He did tell me to come to the room, didn’t he?”

“…Yes, that’s correct.”

The butler lowered his head, looking apologetic.

“Alright, then. Please wait outside. I’ll stay here and wait for him.”

“Madam…”

Raising her hand to signal that she didn’t want to talk any further, Eve entered the room, leaving the butler outside.

“Don’t worry.”

“…Understood.”

Eve, staring at the closing door for a moment, turned back to face the room. The woman who had been leisurely welcoming her just moments ago now looked at Eve with a flustered expression, clearly not expecting such a reaction. Even in this situation, the woman exuded an undeniable allure, her voluptuous figure radiating sensuality.

The tear-shaped beauty mark under her right eye made her quite attractive, and she seemed to be of a similar type to the woman Eve had seen in the drawing room before. Full breasts and a sultry demeanor—it was easy to understand the Count’s preferences. However, despite her haughty appearance, the woman was now gauging Eve’s mood carefully.

Though Eve wasn’t entirely sure of the woman’s exact status, it was clear that within this household, Eve held the higher position. After all, Eve was the legitimate wife, and this woman was merely a mistress. There was no reason for Eve to feel anxious in front of her. To ease the tension in the room, Eve decided to strike up a conversation with the woman.

“The Count has rather unique tastes, doesn’t he?”

It was an odd question for the situation. The woman, looking awkward, answered hesitantly, “Well…”

“Oh, don’t worry. I’ve already figured things out. So, when exactly is he coming?”

According to the gossip columns, the Count’s stamina was said to be remarkable, claiming that he wouldn’t cool off after just one or two rounds. So, if Eve wanted to return to her room quickly, it would be better to get things started sooner rather than later. At Eve’s question, the woman hesitated, her lips twitching slightly as if unsure of what to say.

Just then, Eve’s sharp ears caught the sound of the door opening, and, as expected, the Count entered the room. Eve observed him closely, as did the woman. Draped in a light robe, the Count looked noticeably relaxed, his hair neatly combed but now falling slightly over his forehead, giving him a more youthful appearance than during the day.

‘He looks even younger now.’

The Count’s robe revealed his well-defined chest muscles, and though the rest of his body was covered, the silhouette of his figure hinted at his impressive size.

‘So, the rumors weren’t entirely wrong.’

As Eve compared the real Count to the gossip, the Count spotted the woman on the bed and froze.

“You…”

Eve stepped forward to make her presence known.

“Count.”

Startled, the Count turned to face her. “You’re already here?”

“You summoned me, didn’t you?”

The Count, uncharacteristically flustered, hesitated. Noticing his discomfort, Eve decided to help ease the tension. He seemed embarrassed by his peculiar tastes, so she thought it might be kind to bring it up herself.

“Are you planning to spend the night with her?”

“What?”

“No need to worry. We’re married now, so there’s no need to be shy in front of me.”

The Count’s face paled, then flushed red. “What are you talking about…?”

Apparently, even a man who lived such a hedonistic lifestyle could be embarrassed. Eve found it amusing that the Count was so ashamed of his preferences. Had no one else figured it out and offered to indulge him? But having already said it out loud, there was no turning back now. Eve remained composed.

“So, I’ll just sit back and watch, right?”

If she acted flustered, it would only make the Count more uncomfortable. Wanting to put him at ease, Eve tried her best to seem supportive. She was rather proud of how well she was handling the situation, given how awkward it was.

“Count?”

The Count, looking dazed, asked, “Watch?”

“Yes.”

“You… prefer that?”

“Hmm?”

“No, never mind.”

The Count’s expression darkened, and he looked strangely melancholic.

‘He’s more embarrassed than I thought.’

Eve found the situation amusing. After all, he had been the one to invite her. Why was he acting so stiff now that she had figured out his desires?

Eve, still smiling, asked, “Would you rather I leave?”

The Count hesitated for a long moment before shaking his head.

“…No. Stay if you want.”

That seemed to be the only way he could save face. Eve decided to go along with it.

“Alright, then. I’ll watch for a bit before I go. Is that alright?”

Turning to the woman on the bed, Eve asked the question casually. The woman, startled, looked to the Count for guidance. Before Eve could respond, the Count cut in firmly.

“No need to ask her.”

“Okay. I understand.”

It seemed like they had already made some sort of arrangement. There was no need for Eve to feel awkward. She motioned for the woman to continue. The Count sighed heavily, and the woman, noticing his cue, slowly undressed. Eve watched her, admiring the woman’s voluptuous figure. Her large, firm breasts were beautiful. The Count, aware of Eve’s gaze, grabbed the woman’s chest forcefully.

The woman let out a moan as her breasts spilled out between the Count’s fingers. Eve had noticed this before, but the Count seemed particularly fond of breasts. Though she had heard about sex in various forms, this was her first time witnessing it firsthand, and her curiosity was piqued. The Count turned the woman around and, with a swift movement, lifted his robe and entered her without any preamble. Eve tilted her head.

‘No foreplay?’

She had heard that women needed preparation before sex, but it wasn’t her concern. Slowly, as the Count moved, his large member came into view. It was her first time seeing it, and as the rumors suggested, it was thick and large, with veins bulging prominently. The sight matched the gossip almost exactly.

‘Bigger than I expected.’

She couldn’t imagine how something that size could fit into a person’s body, but the woman seemed to take it with ease. Each time the Count thrust into her, the woman let out a cry of pleasure.