I Became My Son's First Love

Chapter 10

"What?"

"Don't be concerned. You don't need to be humiliated in front of me now that we're married."

The Count's face reddened and then grew pale.

"What are you talking about..."

Despite his libertine lifestyle, he appeared to be prone to shame.

Discovering his tastes had evidently been a humiliating experience for him.

Had no one, like Eve, ever recognized his preferences and been willing to accommodate them?

Eve, however, couldn't claim to be ignorant after having spoken so much, so she chose to seem casual.

"So, I just watch, right?"

Eve was concerned that if she appeared uneasy or hesitating, the Count would become even more ashamed.

Eve was completely delighted with her supportiveness and shouted out to the still-silent Count.

"Your Lordship?"

With a bewildered expression on his face, The Count inquired,

"You'll watch?"

"Yes."

"Your preference is?"

"Pardon?"

"No, never mind."

The Count's face clouded and he appeared depressed.

'He appears to be more humiliated than I imagined.'

Eve found it humorous that The Count was acting this way.

He had called her because he wanted to show her something.

But now that she'd figured out his motives, why was he acting so stiff?

Eve inquired of The Count, who was looking down.

"Should I just leave?"

The Count finally shook his head after a long pause.

"...No. If you want, you can stay."

It appeared that he felt more at ease stating it that way.

Eve responded correctly.

"Then I'll watch for a while and then leave. Is that all right?"

The woman on the bed, taken aback by the question addressed to her, exclaimed,

"What?"

The Count interposed with a forceful voice before Eve could speak.

"No need to ask."

"Okay, understood."

They looked to have decided on everything ahead of time.

As a result, Eve didn't have to feel uneasy.

She encouraged the woman by nodding.

The Count sighed as he noticed Eve's stare.

She hesitantly dropped her little garments as he approached her.

Eve marveled at the woman's fully exposed body, especially her huge, firm breasts.

The Count, aware of Eve's stare, tightened his grasp on the woman's breasts.

As the Count grasped her large breasts, which were overflowing in his hands, the woman let out a passionate groan.

Eve had noticed that the Count had a thing for breasts.

Despite being aware of sexual intercourse between men and women through various media, this was her first time watching it, which piqued her interest.

While keeping his attention fixated on Eve, the Count turned the woman's body around and shoved his erect penis inside her, lowering his robe.

Eve cocked her head in interest.

'Shouldn't he stimulate her more first?'

She'd heard that engaging in intercourse without sufficient excitement could be difficult for a woman.

But it wasn't her obligation to be concerned about that.

The Count's penis, buried beneath his long robe, gradually exposed itself as he moved slowly.

It was as thick and huge as the stories said, with visible veins.

'Does it get any bigger?'

It appeared virtually impossible for such a size to fit into a human body, but the woman easily accommodated the Count's penis.

The woman shouted out in pain and delight with each thrust of his dark red penis.

"Ah, ugh, huh."

Wet sounds emitted from their combined bodies, with occasional squelching and moaning accompanying genital movement.

Unlike the panting woman, the Count seemed unmoved.

His breathing was calm, and he hadn't even taken off his robe, unlike the naked woman.

He gripped onto the woman's gorgeous form and plunged into her, frowning sharply when his sight met Eve's observant eyes.

'Did I come across as uninterested?'

Eve came closer to the couple after a little pause.

It was difficult to predict The Count's reaction.

The Count's movements became more intense as she approached, staring at their marriage.

His veiny penis slid quickly into the wet inner walls, prompting the woman to scream even louder.

"Ah! Ah!"

The sound of flesh smacking against flesh filled the room as the fast thrusts filled it.

The woman's fluids slickened the Count's penis.

The Count's unexpected anger stunned Eve, and he reached out to her with a heated gesture.

Eve moved in closer, her gaze drawn to the groaning woman.

"If you want to see so closely, come nearer."

The Count's voice was lower than normal and full of unusual intensity.

Eve rolled her eyes internally.

It was all a ruse, yet the Count persisted in acting otherwise.

Eve took a look around, then drew a chair from the tea table by the bed.

The Count chuckled and stopped his customary movements inside the woman as she sat down.

"What are you doing now?"

"My legs are tired."

"You really are something."

Eve shrugged casually.

After all, she believed she deserved this minor comfort for appeasing her husband by watching him with another woman as the primary wife.

Following her observation with an elegant posture, the Count sighed and ran his fingers through his golden hair, repeating his movements.

Eve could see their entangled bodies better now that they were closer.

The woman's enormous breasts swung heavily, supported by her arms on the bed, producing an afterimage of her dark nipples.

The woman's body abruptly rotated sharply.

Eve noticed the Count tightening his jaws, his eyes flaming with intensity, as she turned her head towards the fire on her cheek.

Standing tall, the Count seized the woman's waist and thrust forcefully.

The woman, like Eve, enlarged her eyes before sobbing and wailing once more.

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