My Husband♡
My Lord♡ [Continues in Episode 26]
I tried opening the door again, but just like yesterday, it didn’t budge an inch.
I knocked on the door and even screamed at the top of my lungs to see if anyone could hear me, but there was no response—as if this place were a completely separate world.
You bastard….
Did you make me do that just so this would happen?
Rage boiled up inside me, but with no one to take it out on, tears just welled up instead.
Ever since my body became like this, I’ve been unable to suppress my emotions.
Yet to wield dark magic, I need to maintain even greater composure.
I went to the bed, hugged the pillow, and wiped away my tears.
Yeah, crying over something like this is pointless.
Sniff.
In the silence of the empty room, I buried my face in the pillow.
How did I end up like this?
As I lamented my situation, I waited for Vincent to return to the bedroom, but even after waiting for quite a while, he didn’t come back.
All I could do was sob alone and try to comfort myself.
I must have fallen asleep while waiting, determined to pour out my heart to Vincent the moment he arrived.
I must have fallen asleep curled up, but before I knew it, I was lying face-down on my knees with my butt in the air.
My lower back aches.
Why did I fall asleep in such an uncomfortable position?
I’m out of breath.
My body is shaking.
Huh…?
I rub my sleepy eyes, trying to sit up, but a heavy weight presses down on me from above.
“Ah, wait? Huh?!”
Vincent was pinning me down on the bed, on top of me, and had already entered me.
My lower body sends a flood of sensations—as if asking why they’re only waking up now—straight to my brain.
“You’re awake?”
Seeing me wake up, gasping for breath, Vincent thrusts his hips even harder.
“I’m gonna come…”
He pushes deep inside, aiming directly at my cervix to pour his semen right in.
“Oh… Oh! Eek, Ugh!!”
As he came, I, too, reached a light climax.
“No, no! Stop! Why…!”
“Adela, you’re awake.”
My white silk robe was tossed over my head, and he was penetrating me while slipping the thin straps of my panties aside—as if he’d planned this all along.
“Vincent! Since when have you…!!”
“Shh! Be quiet. Look toward the door.”
I pushed myself up on the bed, raised my head, and looked toward the door—it was slightly ajar.
“If you make a loud noise, the others will wake up and come looking for us.”
“…Why are you doing this…?”
I had no choice but to stay quiet.
I didn’t know why he’d left the door open, but there was absolutely nothing good that would come of the others catching us like this.
Vincent ran his hand up through her ebony-black hair as it cascaded down, then pressed down on my shoulders and laid me back down after I’d sat up.
“L… Let go of me!”
I tried to raise my voice again, but startled by the sound of my own voice, I had no choice but to lower it.
“You… you planned this…!”
“Of course. What husband could possibly stay calm when his wife is seducing him in an outfit like that?”
He’s the one who gave me this, and now he’s accusing me of seducing him? That’s utter nonsense…!!
“Adela. You were trying to pass me off to those guys today, weren’t you?”
So he heard it after all.
I had expected as much, but sure enough, he’s using what he overheard to torment me.
“I’ll have to teach you a lesson today so I never have to hear those words come out of your mouth again, Adela.”
His penis, now fully erect after just a brief rest, forces its way deep inside me against my will.
“Ugh! Uuugh! N-no, I don’t want this!”
My breasts are being crushed, making it hard to breathe.
As if he’s already finished mapping out my insides, he goes straight for my weak spots and relentlessly probes them.
I have to grit my teeth and endure it.
“You like it when I press here and here, don’t you?”
“… Ugh! No, no… Hey!”
“Really? But the inside is reacting so strongly.”
Just as he said, my vaginal walls began spasming and contracting, squeezing his penis, so my lie didn’t hold up.
“You like it. Be honest, Adela.”
“N-no! I don’t like it at all!”
My waist buckled, and my head snapped back.
Vincent wrapped his arms around my neck from behind and pressed his weight down on my shoulders.
Our bodies pressed together naturally, and just by him swaying his hips, the deep thrusting continued.
Unable to withstand his weight, I buried my face in the bed.
“I’m not going to go easy on you today—I’m going to make you come over and over.”
“No… Ah! Absolutely… not…!”
Every time he thrusts his hips, his massive cock scrapes and plows deep into my insides.
“Once.”
No… Nooo…!
I writhe in pleasure with every thrust.
I tried to push myself up off the bed to escape him, but it was hopeless.
“Twice.”
His cock, pulled out to the limit, thrusts back in violently.
“Hiiik! Uuugh… Aaah!”
Thrashing about while moaning from the mind-numbing pleasure, I scratch at his strong arms as he holds me tight.
“Three times.”
“… Ah…!!”
My body began to howl uncontrollably.
No, they’ll hear me outside.
I buried my face in the pillow and bit down, trying to stifle the sound.
A bestial cry I didn’t even recognize burst from my mouth.
I was now in a state where I could only be called a female.
Self-loathing and pleasure mingled, melting away reason and instinct.
“Please stop! Stop it! Please stop! Please, nooo!”
Once again, he ejaculates his white fluid inside me.
The sensation of it filling my insides turns into pleasure.
His semen felt hotter than anything else.
When he finished ejaculating, I was sobbing pitifully.
“Sniff… Why are you doing this to me… Ugh…”
Vincent pulled his penis—soaked in my love juices and his semen—out of me.
It was so huge that I even felt a sense of loss.
“What do you want me to do…!!”
I rolled over, stared at the ceiling, and tried to hide the tears streaming down my face by covering it with my arm.
He forcefully pushed my arm aside, and I found myself facing him with a contorted face, tears streaming down my cheeks.
Vincent licked the tears falling from the corners of my eyes.
“You idiot! Let go, you moron! Don’t lick them!”
Watching me cry silently, he spread my legs and pressed his hips against me.
Then he thrust his now-hard penis back into my vagina.
“…Ugh! Hic! S-stop! Please!”
As his massive penis forced its way into my vagina—already filled with a large amount of semen—the semen began to back up and leak out.
“You’re already my female. Why do you keep trying to run away?”
I didn’t want to admit that I was a female.
I was afraid that if I admitted it like this, the person I’d been until now would die, and only Vincent’s wife—the female Adela—would remain inside me.
“Open your mouth.”
He presses his lips against mine.
I desperately turn my head to avoid him, but he immediately grabs my jaw, and his tongue forces its way into my mouth.
I clench my teeth to block the intrusion.
Vincent probes for my innermost weakness with his penis.
“Ah! Ugh! Ugh-uh! Haaah!”
After exploring the inside of my mouth, he suddenly pulls away and demands that I stick out my tongue.
“Don’t do this. Please don’t corrupt me.”
“Why is this corruption? It’s a normal act. It’s in accordance with the laws of nature. Come on, stick out your tongue.”
Pressured by his insistence, I finally cautiously stuck out my tongue, and Vincent bit down on it, licking and sucking it in.
Watching him sway his hips as we kissed deeply, I shed tears.
That long kiss was enough to melt my mind.
“Mmmph! Slurp… Slurp!
This time, he moved down to my chest, untied the strings, and slipped off my negligee and underwear, then began sucking on each breast in turn.
A strange heat rose from my chest.
“Ahh! Stop… please, stop…!
When he finally twisted my nipple, I reached a slight climax.
He seemed to enjoy the feel of my breasts—how they’d spring back and push him away with their remarkable elasticity, no matter how hard he gripped or sucked them.
As if he were craving breast milk, he sucked on my nipples, buried his face in my cleavage, and even left kiss marks on my lower breasts.
Perhaps he didn’t like the way I kept pushing him away, because he grabbed the silk robe he’d tossed aside and bound my hands with it.
“Don’t resist—accept it. Savor every bit of the pleasure I’m giving you.”
Then, after forcing my arms up and securing them, he went back to sucking on my breasts.
Whenever the heat in my breasts intensified, he would mercilessly thrust the cock I had in my mouth into my most sensitive spot, driving me to climax.
As he kept repeating this, it felt as if the nerves transmitting pleasure had short-circuited—just the touch of his hands on my breasts was enough to send me over the edge.
Even after I climaxed, Vincent didn’t stop thrusting his hips and continued to ejaculate at will.
“Ahhh…! No… don’t…! Stop…!! Ugh…! It won’t go in any further… please…!”
It felt as if my stomach was about to burst from all the semen.
Even with the continuous ejaculations, the volume and stickiness remained unchanged.
A sticky union in the bedroom, filled with sobs and moans.
For a long time, the air was thick with erotic scents and sounds.
They were truly putting the meaning of “intertwining bodies” into practice.
“Sniff, nooo! If you keep this up, I’ll turn into a fool…!”
She could no longer hide her voice.
Even as she pleaded with tears streaming down her face, all she got in return was a deep, passionate kiss.
It’s coming.
Pleasure, layered upon layer, is overwhelming me.
I can’t even breathe from this immense pleasure, unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
“Ahh, aaaaaah…!! Ah, huff! …Aaaah!”
I have no idea what kind of expression I’m making.
Every muscle in my body twisted, repeatedly contracting and relaxing.
As my body felt like it was floating, my brain frantically released narcotic hormones to keep me alive.
“Vi, Vincent! I… I’m scared! I’m going to die! Like this… Stop, I don’t want this! This is so scary!!”
As I rambled incoherently and clung to him, he silently hugged me tight and said,
“It’s okay… Adela, your husband is right here. Everything will be fine.”
Just being held by him brought me a sense of relief and made me feel happy.
“Ahh, hee-uh! Uh-huh! Sniff… huuuuu!”
I took Vincent’s words to heart, gritted my teeth, and accepted it.
He brought his mouth close to my ear and whispered.
“You’ll feel more at ease if you leave everything to your husband, Adela.”
“No, my husband… No…!”
Suddenly, he pulled away from my embrace, tormented my chest, and shook my waist.
“You, be my wife!! You female! Do as I say!!”
“Aah! Nooo! Don’t do that!”
Like a child whose doll had been snatched from her arms, she was stripped of her sense of security and happiness, and in its place, pleasure surged through her once more.
“But… I’m your student! I’m not even close to being like Adrie…”