I Became My Son's First Love

Chapter 20

Azazel gently stood up in response to those comments.

Eve gathered her last power and straightened out the unfurled chaos, disregarding the gathering shadow above her.

She'd gone insane up until this point.

Azazel then swept his unkempt hair with a sorrowful look.

"It is your first kiss. Then I'll take care of it."

He pulled a handkerchief from the drawer as if familiar with it.

He should have been in her room for the first time today, so how did he know where it was?

Eve followed him with her eyes exclusively, her mind at ease.

Azazel returned Eve's look after wiping his face with her handkerchief.

"You used it a lot. I've seen it at mealtimes."

She lacked the energy to answer.

Eve was now irritated by everything.

She couldn't believe how Azazel had swept her away, or rather, how she had done something so silly with his gorgeous face.

But she was too fatigued to dwell on her mistakes.

She desired to close her eyes and sleep immediately.

He came in just as she wondered when Azazel would leave the room.

"How about I leave right now? You appear to be exhausted."

Azazel, on the other hand, paid no notice and placed his body between Eve's legs, wiping away the dampness below with a handkerchief.

"There's almost nothing left."

Then he said it with such casualness.

Of course, nothing remained because he had sucked it all up.

Her lips opened involuntarily when she touched the handkerchief that had mistakenly slipped into his grasp, just as she was going to jab him.

"Why are you keeping it?"

Azazel responded calmly.

"For masturbation."

"What?"

Eve assumed there was nothing further to be startled by, but she was mistaken.

Eve looked at him in surprise, but he proceeded quietly.

"I'm going to masturbate with your secretions-soaked handkerchief. Until my cock starts hurting."

Azazel murmured as he touched Eve's side as she lay down.

"I'll endure this until you divorce my father."

"Are you crazy?"

Eve felt a greater tiredness than she had before.

It meant that this was not the end of the story.

Surprised, Azazel delicately pressed on Eve's flapping skirt and kissed her hot cheek.

He blinked his eyes like a shy boy at the kiss on the cheek, even though he had buried his face behind his stepmother's lower portion.

Eve pinched her brows in displeasure for a minute, overcome by a sensation of discord.

She'd been feeling trapped like a rat in a trap, panicked and pulled around since earlier, and it was making her mind burn up with rage.

If her prediction were correct, she wouldn't have been the only one feeling hot.

Eve reached down and touched Azazel's bulge in the front of his pants.

She was pleased to notice the first crack in his calm and serene exterior.

Eve mocked him with a sly tone of voice.

"Then, from now on, work hard on your own."

Azazel let out a hollow laugh and removed Eve's hand when she snickered.

"It would be better not to touch me anymore since I'm holding back."

Eve drew her hand meekly.

The next low voice was full of sexual hunger.

She couldn't afford to be too frivolous with her alimony.

Azazel grasped Eve's face with his hand, as if in regret.

"My Eve."

As Azazel softly touched Eve's face, the lighthearted atmosphere faded.

The touch was full of genuine compassion.

They'd only been together for three years.

It had also been three years since I had been a stepmother and a stepson.

But why was she expressing such strong feelings?

And why didn't she find it taxing?

As if it were all natural and expected.

"Why?"

Azazel withdrew his hand from his face as Eve looked perplexed.

"Don't be concerned. I'll handle everything."

Azazel sprang up from his seat after tying her slip as if it were his duty.

"Then, I'll be on my way. Rest well."

Eve, alone in the room after Azazel left, stared blankly at the ceiling for a long time, lost in her complex feelings.

'What the hell is this?'

When her husband announced his divorce, her son bathed her underneath and expressed his affection for his stepmother.

Her own temptation was the most startling of all.

Of course, the actual summit was more amazing than I could have imagined, and it couldn't be compared to self-pleasure or anything like that, but this wasn't it.

What kind of dysfunctional family is this?

With a troubled mind, Eve had to toss and turn for an extended period that night.

Chapter 2: Object of Interest

Eve gazed blankly before turning to face the voice calling her.

On the other side, the butler had a pitiful expression.

"Madam."

Eve was arguing with the butler then, brushing aside the servants who had come to explain the divorce process.

"I'm sorry. I have some things to consider. So, can I leave the mansion tomorrow?"

The butler, who had been assisting her admirably in carrying out her duties as Countess for the past three years, had a depressed expression.

While the butler and Eve's relationship had not been particularly strained over the previous three years, she had not expected him to be so moved by this.

"Butler?"

"I'm sorry. Yes, you are free to depart tomorrow."

He had taught Eve, who had no experience managing a noble family, how to do so and assisted her in establishing herself as Countess in the mansion.

Eve constantly talked highly of him with appreciation in her heart.

The butler dismissed it as an impossible endeavor, but the young Countess had never given up her determination in three years.

It was no different today as they discussed divorce.

The butler's face was filled with grief today, unlike his usual faultless smile.

"It seems like the people around me are more shocked than I am."

Eve's inquiry was answered by the butler, who had finally sorted out his emotions.

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