I Became My Son's First Love - Chapter 8

“Aah, ugh, ahh.”

Wet sounds came from the area where they were joined. Along with the sound of squelching from the movement of their bodies, intermittent moans filled the room. Unlike the panting woman, the Count showed no signs of pleasure.

His breathing remained steady, and unlike the naked woman beneath him, the Count hadn’t even removed his robe. Without even undoing the ties of his garment, he merely pulled out his large lower part and, holding onto her voluptuous body, continued thrusting. When his gaze met Eve’s, who was watching intently, his brow furrowed deeply.

‘Do I look too disinterested?’

After a brief hesitation, Eve moved closer to the two. She couldn’t quite figure out what kind of reaction the Count wanted. As Eve moved closer, watching the place where their bodies met, the Count suddenly began to move his hips more aggressively. His thick, veiny organ thrust rapidly into the wet walls, causing the woman beneath him to cry out much louder than before.

“Aah! Ah!”

The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the room. The liquid seeping from the woman’s entrance stuck to the Count’s member, making it glisten. Surprised by the Count’s sudden roughness, Eve looked at him, and the Count, while continuing his fierce thrusts, reached out a hand toward her. Eve glanced at the moaning woman, then stepped closer to the Count.

“If you want to watch so badly, come closer.”

The Count’s voice was lower than usual, thick with excitement. Eve silently clicked her tongue. He was still pretending not to care, even though his behavior betrayed him. Eve, glancing around, moved toward the tea table by the bed and dragged a chair over.

She sat down, crossing her legs elegantly, and resumed her observation. The Count let out a derisive laugh and resumed his pounding into the woman.

“What are you even doing right now?”

“My legs were tired.”

“You really are something else.”

Eve shrugged nonchalantly. After all, she was the one going out of her way to indulge her husband by watching him have sex with another woman. The least he could do was allow her to sit comfortably. As Eve settled into her chair, the Count, who had been staring at her for a long while, groaned, ruffled his golden hair, and resumed his thrusting.

Now that she was closer, Eve could see their entwined bodies more clearly. The woman’s large breasts, swaying wildly as she lay on the bed on all fours, left an afterimage of dark nipples. Suddenly, the woman’s body twisted around. Feeling a hot gaze on her cheek, Eve turned to find the Count looking at her, his lips curling into a smirk.

Straightening his back, the Count grabbed the woman’s waist and thrust harder. The woman’s pretty eyes widened in shock, but soon, her gasps turned into moans.

“Aah! Ahh, so good!”

The woman reached out for the Count, but he ignored her hand. She lowered her hand to undo his robe and began stroking his chest. Unlike hers, his nipples were flat and small, and the woman leaned forward, lifting her body with her arms to take one into her mouth. She sucked and licked noisily, but when the Count remained unresponsive, she slid one hand down to rub his side suggestively.

Annoyed, the Count pushed the woman’s upper body back down onto the bed. She collapsed onto the mattress, but before she could move, the Count pinned her down and resumed his vigorous thrusts. With each motion, her body shook violently. The bed creaked, and her cries grew louder, yet the Count only increased the intensity of his movements.

Puck, puck, puck!

The woman whimpered, her hand rubbing furiously at her sensitive spot where they were joined. With the thick column of the Count’s organ plunging deep inside her, combined with her frantic movements, the wet noises only grew louder.

As Eve watched, the woman let out a cry of admiration, raising her hips to deepen their connection. Soon, her delicate fingers gripped the Count’s broad shoulders desperately.

“Aah! Count, please!”

With each retreat, the Count’s dark red member was coated in a thick, sticky fluid. The woman’s half-lidded eyes rolled back, her body trembling as she drooled slightly. Yet, the Count’s gaze was fixed entirely on Eve.

His intense eyes bore into her, and in a deep voice, he asked, “Do you like this?”

Eve hesitated for a moment. Was he really asking her? She wasn’t even the one having sex right now, so why was he asking her opinion?

“Are you asking me?”

The Count nodded as if it were obvious. “Yes, do you like it?”

Though she hesitated, Eve had a sense of what he wanted. The situation felt a bit absurd.

‘Do I really need to answer this too?’

Sighing inwardly, Eve glanced down at the woman, who was still writhing in ecstasy beneath the Count’s forceful thrusts. She looked back up at the Count, who was watching her expectantly, and gave him the answer he wanted.

“Yes, I like it.”

Immediately, the Count tensed his body, pushing his organ inside with even greater force than before. The woman beneath him couldn’t even scream; her fingers turned white from gripping the bed sheets so tightly. She had reached her climax.

The Count’s muscular hips twitched as he released inside her, his body trembling as he finished. As he pulled back, a mixture of their fluids leaked from between her legs. Seeing the liquid trickling out, Eve confirmed her earlier suspicion.

‘So, he doesn’t use contraception himself.’

It would have been difficult to convince him otherwise had they slept together. The Count, still half-dressed, climbed off the bed and strode toward Eve. He reached out to touch her face.

His large member, still standing proudly despite just finishing, hovered close to her face. Eve stared at it in awe, then looked up as the Count cupped her face in his hand. He gazed down at her with heated eyes.

‘His eyes…’

His pupils, dark and swirling with unfulfilled desire, were filled with unchecked lust. Eve didn’t move as the Count’s face drew closer.

‘A kiss, I guess.’

Just as she had anticipated, their lips met. His rough lips tugged at her lower lip before his thick tongue slid into her mouth. Eve obediently parted her lips, allowing him to explore her mouth aggressively. Awkwardly, she returned the kiss, though it was her first time, and she was far from skilled.

The Count’s hands and tongue were both hot as they explored her. As his tongue roamed inside her mouth, Eve found herself getting breathless, her head tilted back at an uncomfortable angle by his firm grip. When she gasped for air, the Count bent down, brushing his lips against her delicate neck, as if to soothe her.

Though the kiss gave her a moment of respite, Eve still found it overwhelming. As the Count’s tongue continued to dominate her mouth, she felt something drip onto her lap. At that moment, his tongue flicked against the roof of her mouth, and she let out a soft moan.

“Hmm.”

The sound was swallowed by the Count, but he clearly heard it. His large member, still twitching, spurted semen once again, splattering across her chest, neck, chin, and lips. Eve shut her eyes tightly and pushed him away. The Count, after sucking her swollen lips a bit longer, finally let her go.

Eve glared up at him in disgust, wiping away the warm, sticky fluid from her skin. Despite the intense sex he’d just had, the Count’s breathing was shallow. Judging by the satisfied expression on his face, the kiss had pleased him.

Eve asked him the same question he had asked her earlier, “Did you like it?”

She meant to mock him, but it seemed to excite him even more. Noticing that his organ was beginning to rise again, Eve sighed and gestured toward the woman on the bed.

“If you want more, go ahead with her.”

The Count shook his head. “Enough watching. Now you may return to your room.”

Despite sending her away, the Count’s eyes remained fixed on her, hungrily taking in every inch of her body. Eve didn’t need to look at herself to know what she looked like—her skin still carried the traces of his release.

Regardless of the Count’s intentions, Eve was more than happy to be dismissed. All she wanted now was to take a bath.

As she was about to leave, the Count reached out and wiped the semen from her face. His unexpected kindness surprised her, but it was short-lived. He immediately rubbed the fluid into her slender neck.

Smiling, he muttered, “This much is fine, right?”

Before Eve could even respond, he turned back toward the woman on the bed, a satisfied grin on his face. Watching him briefly, Eve turned and left the room.