Beast, Blue Blood - Chapter 25 - R19

Chapter 25

Hisha still had something to say.

“So, you’re saying the problem would be solved by keeping Eugene’s father alive forever. But does Eugene’s father, now that he’s become Luax, have any reason to pass on the family legacy?”

“There’s one thing you’re forgetting….”

Eugene started to speak with a blank expression.

“He’s my father. Even like this, he’s still my father.”

Hisha closed his mouth. Until entering this mansion, he had only thought of Eugene as the daughter of a villain and Heinrich as just a villain. He hadn’t considered that there might be someone who loved him.

Hisha, who seemed to stay still, suddenly hugged Eugene.

“Hi-….”

Eugene was surprised, but Hisha pressed his lips to Eugene’s ear and whispered urgently.

“Can I kiss you? I want to kiss you.”

Without waiting for an answer, he dived in and found Eugene’s lips.

Truthfully, Hisha had wanted to do this from the moment Eugene entered. Even in captivity, he had restrained himself, fearing he’d be treated like an animal, but Eugene, who was beautiful, elegant, and sexy even when still, was now also incredibly attractive, making it impossible for Hisha to resist.

At first, Eugene didn’t respond, but slowly, she started to.

At some point, Hisha noticed the CCTV cameras around them, watching every moment intensely.

“Can’t we do something about those?”

Eugene wrapped her arms around Hisha’s neck and pulled him closer.

“I turned them off.”

Which meant she had been planning this from the start. Hisha felt like cheering.

Kissing, Hisha easily lifted Eugene onto his lap.

Eugene fumbled with Hisha’s pants, unzipping them and slipping her hand inside. Hisha groaned softly. The feeling of Eugene’s soft hand was arousing, and just thinking that Eugene was touching him made Hisha feel lightheaded.

Then Eugene lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties. Hisha watched as the lacy underwear slid down Eugene’s long legs.

No, this is too much….

As the intense ar*usal hit her, Eugene rose and approached, ready to proceed. Hisha quickly spoke.

“Not so fast.”

Hisha laid Eugene back, holding her waist.

“I want to see too.”

“What?”

Eugene reflexively covered herself with one leg and pulled her skirt down.

“I don’t like that.”

Hisha pulled the panties from Eugene’s ankle, causing her high heel to fall to the floor with a thud.

“You took off your underwear yourself but don’t want to show?”

Then, as if on a whim, Hisha brought the panties to her nose and sniffed.

“What are you doing? Give it back.”

Eugene was startled and reached out, lifting herself. Seizing the moment, Hisha spread Eugene’s thighs and lowered his head.

“H…!”

Eugene stopped speaking as if she had been struck. He hadn’t been rough from the start. As if a dog were licking a food bowl, he licked wherever he could, but when his tongue touched somewhere and she flinched, he started licking that spot persistently.

“Wait… wh…”

Eugene couldn’t speak properly. Her breath was stuck in her throat and finally burst out as if overflowing.

It seemed as if Hisha was convinced that this was the right place, as he pressed his thumb against where mucus was seeping out. Then, he sucked on something hard and ran his tongue over it. Eugene screamed. Instinctively twisting her body as if current were being fed into that place, it was unbelievable. To feel so much from a technique that felt like learning something unfamiliar. However, strangely, his devoted caress, seeming not to care about anything other than what she felt, was oddly…

“Eugene, you’re not using perfume here too, are you?”

At that moment, Hisha mumbled faintly with his lips slightly parted. Eugene, despite wondering what he was saying, still frowned.

“There’s no way…”

“But the smell is really nice.”

Once again, making all sorts of suggestive noises, he licked and consumed everything. His hand gripping her thigh caused it to tremble. His touch on her thigh, like Hades’ grip on Persephone, revealed possessiveness. Lace panties still clung to his hand.

Hisha didn’t seem like he was going to stop.

“Hisha, wait… just wait.”

Eugene pushed his head away.

Hisha licked his w*t lips and stood up. But he didn’t give her a moment to rest after pulling down his pants. Grabbing the already slightly damp tip, he pushed it deep inside her.

Eugene gasped and tightened her grip. A shiver ran up her spine as he slid in, and the control he exerted over my body was incredible. Hisha licked her earlobe and whispered as if he knew it too.

“You like it?”

She could feel it with every fiber of her being that she did. But instead of answering, Eugene wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer.

“Come on…….”

“Show me your br*asts.”

Even as he spoke, Hisha expected Eugene to tell him to get lost, but she lifted her blouse surprisingly obediently. It revealed a mint-colored lace bra that wrapped her ample br*asts like a candy wrapper.

He’d always thought she had a taste for sexy underwear, but this was just as good.

“More.”

Hisha urged, pushing a little at his waist. Eugene swallowed hard and opened the front hooks and pulled them apart.

It was enough to make him feel like he was going to burst with blood down there, but Hisha’s mesmerized gaze had been interpreted differently. Eugene cupped both her br*asts in his hands, the kind of hand that would never do anything undignified, and begged.

“Suck me…….”

It was a moment. Hisha pushed back, taking a mouthful of the feast-like br*ast.

Eugene let out a low moan. Pulling out and thrusting in again, Eugene shuddered as if she couldn’t contain the pl*asure.

Her normally cool, aristocratic face turned a deep shade of pink, a grimace of pl*asure spreading across her face.

The knowledge that he had absolute power over Eugene, at least for this moment, made Hisha feel more confident. But at the same time, jealousy boiled up inside him at the thought that the men rumored to have run away from Eugene’s bed had seen her like this.

With pl*asure pulsing through his head and jealousy tugging at his heart, he pushed harder against Eugene.

“Ah……!”

Eugene moaned through parted lips in agony.

“Uhhh, Hisha…….”

I’m sorry, Hisha thought, relaxing her tense waist, and with a slow, soothing movement, Eugene melted again.

He wondered if this was what it would be like to be buried between warm mochi, the cute ones that squeaked and tightened with every thrust.

His strength was good because he had worked out so hard. In the old days, it was like a body that existed only to please a king. Soft, fragrant, naughty, and……. he was so w*t, his thighs and stomach were all w*t.

“Ha, Eugene…….”

It was cute how Eugene, who usually bossed him around in everything, was strangely unassertive in bed. She was too busy feeling to assert herself.

It was as if Eugene’s body had turned to l*quid. She opened her whole body as if she had no bones and accepted Hisha.

Now she was loose like she wouldn’t refuse him if he asked for anything.

The deeper he went, the rougher it got, but Eugene didn’t seem to mind. The deeper he went, the more she squirmed and tightened. It was as if she was the only woman left who would accept him now.

Sensing the end was near, Hisha instinctively pushed up on Eugene’s thighs, thrusting into the woman’s deepest recesses. Eugene gasped and opened her mouth. Her whole body swelled at once as if she were being stretched beyond her limits.

The sensation of something hot rushing in made Eugene shiver with worry.

* * *

Hisha deeply breathed in and out. Eugene, breathing heavily as if exhausted, seemed pitiful and lovely in his arms. But over time, both the breath and warmth gradually diminished. And Eugene, warm and sweet like jelly, felt cold and solidifying like a rigid solid. It was pitiful, like massaging the body of a paralyzed patient, he gently stroked her up and down.

But soon, Eugene stiffened like never before. Like a completely different person than just a moment ago.

Somehow, if he asked to see her chest now, he felt like he would be beaten.

At that moment, when Eugene tried to get up, Hisha hugged her to prevent her from getting up and put his face behind her neck.

“Don’t leave. I’m so bored.”

Eugene didn’t hide her bewildered expression.

“Do you think it makes sense to behave like this to someone who has confined you?”

Hisha smirked.

“But it’s you, Eugene. Warm and soft.”

Eugene narrowed her eyes.

“Where do I…”

“I was kidnapped when I was young.”

Hisha suddenly said.

“They didn’t treat me so gently.”

Then, holding Eugene tightly, he said as if a child was throwing a tantrum at his mother.

“I was beaten until I vomited.”

It must have been a traumatic event at a young age, but instead of leaving a trauma, it seemed like something to appeal to her using that.

Eugene frowned at Hisha and then looked around the room where they were. Then, subtly pushing his lower body, Hisha whispered.

“This is fine. It’s stimulating in its own way.”

Eugene looked at him cautiously.

“Don’t you think I pretended to be interested in you?”