Beast, Blue Blood - Chapter 37 - Slight R19

Chapter 37

Hisha turned Eugene around, making her lean against the wall, and rustled something below.

“I keep forgetting condoms.”

Eugene leaned against the wall, breathing heavily. She almost blurted out not to use condoms, as she disliked the brief period when he left. But she managed to regain her composure.

From behind, Hisha lifted her skirt and pulled down her stockings and panties to her thighs. Skillfully grabbing her b*ttocks, he entered again. Eugene swallowed her moans, staring at the ceiling. It lacked the wild sensation of raw flesh against raw flesh of earlier, but a large c*ck wrapped in slippery condom brushed against her inner walls. It rubbed against her, growing larger with each thrust, stimulating her insides.

At this moment, it seemed that her sole purpose was to accept him as a woman.

Hisha slipped his hand inside her blouse, grabbing her br*asts from under her bra kneading them to the rhythm of his thrusts. He squeezed her n*pples tightly, scratched them with his nails, gripped and shook her br*asts.

“Ah, your br*asts… so soft. Next time, let me play with them.”

“Where did you learn… that?”

“From adult videos.”

“You watch… those?”

“Of course. I’m a healthy guy.”

Hisha grunted roughly as he moved.

“It’s so… hot inside you. I can’t compare the feeling to anything else. I just want to put it in my mouth and chew on it.”

“Stop… stop talking…”

“Are you embarrassed…?”

“I think I’m… going to leave.”

Eugene wasn’t sure if she was expressing herself correctly.

“Just hold on a little longer.”

Hisha bent over more, whispering hotly in her ear as if enveloping her in his body.

“I haven’t filled you up completely yet.”

* * *

“Ma’am, Young Master…”

Secretary Jerome began awkwardly.

“Just leave him alone.”

Selena, looking through documents, replied calmly.

“I don’t need to know where he is.”

Jerome chuckled awkwardly.

“He’s usually so gentle, but once he likes a girl, he rushes in. What should we do? I don’t think he’ll give up.”

“We don’t need to do anything.”

Jerome looked puzzled at Selena’s words. There was a confident gleam in her red eyes.

“He’ll never give up on that girl.”

* * *

Eugene threw her stockings in the trash. She turned on the tap, washed her hands, lightly dried them with a tissue, and looked at herself in the mirror, appearing as composed as usual. She ran her already neatly arranged hair through once more, tidying up, and then left the room.

“You’re out?”

Hisha, who had been looking out over the railing ahead, turned around.

“It looks like we’ve almost arrived at the dock. Let’s go downstairs.”

He naturally took her hand, not letting go. Eugene didn’t say anything now.

“Be careful.”

He helped her down the stairs, holding her hand to prevent her from falling into her high-heeled shoes.

“Oh, wait a moment.”

Hisha said then ran somewhere. He seemed to be going to the crew m*mber standing at the entrance to the ship, the one who had stopped them from entering their cabin earlier.

Hisha said something to him. Then the crew reluctantly took out Hisha’s wallet from his pocket. Hisha took it and smiled, saying something again. The crew still had an uneasy expression. But when Hisha pointed to Eugene and said something, his face finally relaxed a bit.

The two men exchanged a few more words there, and when Hisha came back this way, the crew smiled and bid farewell.

“What did you say?”

When Eugene asked, Hisha replied as if it was nothing special.

“I forgot her birthday, and my girlfriend got annoyed, so I tried to show a strong side.”

Eugene couldn’t figure out what to say about making her annoyed now, or what to say about saying girlfriend. Meanwhile, Hisha checked the receipt sent through the wristband and laughed straightforwardly.

“Anyway, I didn’t know what to do, but if it was first class, I almost went bankrupt.”

Eugene looked at him in puzzlement.

“Don’t you get an allowance?”

“No? Why would I use my father’s money?”

There was no special emotion, but it was unexpected to think of the red eyes looking at his son. Because it was his father’s eyes that seemed to conquer the world for his son, even if it was an inheritance since his grandfather passed away when he was young.

Hisha spoke.

“If you inherited a business and earned money directly since your father passed away, you would say that.”

Well, if it’s a business, it’s a business, but…

Eugene asked as she got off the ship with Hisha.

“Does your father still write these days?”

Ivan resigned from the director’s job a long time ago and published commentary on Aristotle’s works, and there seemed to be no more recognized authority on Aristotle than him these days.

“Yes.”

Hisha nodded.

“He must be frustrated working outside.”

Hisha shrugged at Eugene’s words.

“Well, there are still people who recognize me when I go out, so he doesn’t seem to care much about being in seclusion, but rather he can concentrate on writing.”

As they got off at the dock, Hisha suddenly had a face he remembered.

“Ah, right. Part-time job.”

Then he checked the time and had a face with a strong feeling of defeat.

“Uh, I’m late.”

“Part-time job?”

Eugene asked, not understanding. Then Hisha turned around and answered.

“Yes. Originally, I planned to travel or work part-time after graduating and going to college. In the end, I didn’t go on a trip, and I couldn’t just hang out, so I started yesterday.”

Meanwhile, Eugene thought that the parents who allowed their son to work part-time were really tough. So, although it may be that the bodyguards follow him around like this, their efforts not to suppress or limit the boundaries in which their child can act in any case seemed commendable.

Perhaps that was the way they decided to deal with life. Accepting unavoidable parts as they are, and living vigorously in the meantime.

It was a fact that Hisha was a mixed-race Luax. But if they locked their child in the house to avoid forces targeting him, it would have been a life that couldn’t be lived.

Because he grew up under such parents, Hisha seemed to have such a cheerful personality.

“Well then, I’ll go first.”

Hisha said and looked at Eugene seriously.

“Don’t think unnecessary thoughts. I don’t intend to break up with Eugene. I’ll think of a way we can be together.”

Eugene narrowed her eyes.

“So when are we…?”

Before she could ask, Hisha kissed her cheek. Eugene stopped talking.

“I’ll miss you.”

It seemed like honey would seep out of his eyes staring at her and his voice.

“I’ll call you.”

Hisha waved and started running. Eugene stood there for a long time watching his back. At that time, there was a sign of people coming from behind.

“Director.”

When Eugene turned around, Nasiri was standing there.

“Are you okay?”

Eugene sighed and turned around.

“You didn’t send the bodyguards.”

“I thought it would be okay if it was that friend.”

And he also asked with a face that wasn’t too shaken.

“Shall I send it next time?”

Eugene walked without answering.

* * *

Sitting at the desk, Eugene opened the drawer, took out a cigarette, lit it, and inhaled it. Then she glanced at the neatly arranged desk, brought a frame containing the only family photo taken with her parents when she was young, and laid it down, shaking the ash on top.

The ash fell between her young self and her young father’s face. Looking at it, AI Lev said.

[A call came from a restricted number.]

“Accept it.”

Eugene said, turning the chair to the side and leaning back.

[Eugene.]

It was Hisha.

Eugene’s fingertips holding the cigarette twitched lightly.

[Are you off work?]

It was a tender voice. Just like calling a girlfriend. Eugene took a drag of the cigarette and exhaled smoke.

“Did you finish your part-time job?”

[Yes. But are you smoking now?]

Eugene didn’t answer. Then Hisha said.

[Put it out.]

“Don’t nag.”

Eugene said coldly, feeling bad. No one had the right to tell her this or that. Let alone a guy.

“I hate guys who nag.”

[Would it be okay if I nag?]

However, Hisha didn’t back down at all. Eugene raised an eyebrow.

“What?”

[Because it’s me. Eugene, you like me, don’t you.]

“You’re overflowing with baseless confidence.”

[Eugene’s eyes say so. That you like me to death.]

Eugene didn’t respond.

[I miss you.]

Without caring, Hisha whispered.

[What about Eugene?]

“Why would I want to see you? Unless it’s because I miss your body.”

When Eugene said coldly, there was a moment of silence. Then Hisha said.

[Ah, really. Already want to do it with me again? Anyway, I’m clearing it up.]

“Hisha…”

Eugene murmured as if her head hurt, brushing her forehead with the hand holding the cigarette. Hisha laughed throatily.

[I know. Eugene lies. Still, if I hear such words directly, I might twitch without knowing it… Sometimes, tell me you like it. If I hear such words from Eugene, I might cheer with joy.]

Hisha was really honest. He didn’t calculate or worry about saying such things.

Eugene, who had grown up in an environment where everybody calculated or lied since she could remember, had no idea how to accept such honesty.

[Oh, my mother is calling. I should go. We’ll talk later.]

Saying that, Hisha immediately hung up. Eugene sat there for a moment and then said.

“Lev.”

[Yes, Director.]

“Tell Nasiri to find out where Hisha Ivanov is working part-time.”