Chapter 141

The Right Timing (1)

“…Now, I took it off for you. You can do it properly now, right?”

Rowena gasped as she felt his pen*s, squeezing and shoving into her insides. Her undergarments, which had persistently bothered her chest and core, had come off, and her stomach was still full of pleasure.

She could feel how much she had tasted her own climax, and she could feel a twitch to the deepest part. She felt enough to groan at the way Cecil smoothed her body.

“Hnn, ugh…”

Cecil, who covered her lips while tasting the saliva flowing from her cheeks, touched her tongue and kissed obscenely. The tangles of each other’s tongues and the sticky sound sent chills down her spine.

I feel good…

Cecil raised his head from Rowena’s lips, which he tasted sweetly, and smiled.

Rowena listened to his voice, thinking that she would be possessed by the blue eyes and strange smile.

“Now again…”

Rowena shook her head as he grabbed her hand that held him and guided it to the button on his shirt. They had been like that for two hours.

Rowena was completely naked, but Cecil was not able to take off his pants or shirt completely.

The top of the wedding suit remained undressed, but only a few buttons were loosened on the shirt, and only the belt was loosened to reveal the pen*s in the pants.

Rowena, sitting on Cecil’s thigh, was embracing his big pen*s. She came so many times that she was out of her mind.

“N-no more… Please, Cecil…”

“If I take it off myself… Now, I’m not going to let you out of this bedroom for the rest of the wedding, you’ll allow it, right?”

Rowena was in tears from the strange look and whisper. The wedding celebration lasted five days.

Then you’re going to lock me up in the bedroom for that period.

“I don’t know. You won’t let me go anyway…!”

“No way.”

She was thinking of getting permission. It was just a plan to sweetly harass him until he let her go. Rowena kissed his lips, his cheeks, and his whole face, and looked at Cecil as if she was asking for his permission.

She was prepared to marry him anyway and suffer to some extent.

“Don’t bother me too much.”

“If you don’t act cute, I’ll think about it.”

Cecil took off his shirt, saying with an insidious face. Even with the movement, his body shook and his pen*s twitched, teasing Rowena.

“Aheuk… uhngh…!”

Cecil hugged Rowena with one arm and took off his pants as he saw Rowena hugging his upper body. Cecil was in a hurry with a growling moan every time his pen*s poked and rubbed her insides.

“Ha… Whilst begging like this…”

Cecil, who kicked his pants out of bed, began to covet Rowena. Rowena, who couldn’t escape from his lap, struggled with the overflowing obscene sensation.

The sensation was too strong.

“Ah, ahh! Already… Ahn, uhk!”

“If you come again… I’ll wake you up with this tomorrow morning.”

“Hm, ugh, um! No! Ah, ahk! Please…!”

She twisted her back and begged, but Cecil’s penis was making Rowena feel so good. Cecil, who embraced her greedily, whispered, looking into her greedy green eyes,

“Ha, Rowena… I love you…”

“Oh, I’m… Ugh…”

As they kissed and a squelching sound escaped from their lips, Rowena clung to Cecil’s chest, thinking that her whole body was about to melt from the pleasure.

The night was just starting.

* * *

The carriage, which ran until dawn, only slowed down after entering the Marquis’ villa. Liliana, who forced herself to sleep in the shaking carriage, raised her head at the sound of the carriage stopping.

As she pulled back the curtains and looked out, the dusk was completely cleared and the morning was dawning.

Liliana trembled when she realized that it was a place she knew. Liliana hadn’t been here very often, but it was a villa where her father, Marquis Wenson, visited once every season.

Barge!

Without warning, the door opened and the maids entered the carriage. Liliana was taken out of the carriage by arms from both sides without a moment to refuse.

Liliana’s small shoulders trembled as she stood in front of the carriage. She couldn’t bear to look up.

“Father…”

Slap!

It was so violent that her head turned completely.

The Marquis of Wenson didn’t inflict the same violence on Liliana as Paul Adelia. But Liliana wasn’t completely free from violence.

She had seen a servant or maid being beaten to death by the violence of the Marquis of Wenson, and was always under threat from the Marquis.

His use of violence was limited to the degree of slap, but Liliana was scared to death.

Slap! Slap!

A series of violent slaps left Liliana trembling. It was an instant when her skin turned red. She couldn’t even say sorry with the pain and fear.

The Marquis stopped his hands only after Liliana’s cheeks turned red.

“How dare you humiliate your father like this? How can I still say you’re my child!”

Liliana just shrugged at the pouring shouts. The violence stopped, but she couldn’t come to her senses.