I Became My Son's First Love

Chapter 35

"Why not invite the Count as well?"

Startled by this unexpected suggestion, Eve turned to Azazel with a shocked expression.

"Are you talking nonsense?"

Surprisingly, Azazel seemed to be in a good mood.

"Well, it's not necessary to come together. But if you can't postpone your appointment, then he's welcome to join us."

It was a clear message: he wasn't going to cancel the invitation, and if she wanted to make it more uncomfortable for herself, she could bring Count Hound along.

It seemed he wanted to torment her by any means.

Eve glared at Azazel, but Ashers seemed to have a different opinion.

"Well, that's not a bad idea. It would be nice to see Dane after a long time."

As her ploy to avoid the invitation only backfired, Eve's face twisted in frustration.

She managed to come up with an excuse.

"I should check with the Count first. I can't give you a definite answer right now."

"Is that so? Should I postpone the date then? Let me know a suitable date."

It seemed there was no way to avoid this invitation.

As a baroness, she couldn't continually refuse a duchess's request.

A low chuckle sounded from right behind her.

The owner of the laughter that stirred one's heart was, of course, Azazel.

Expecting annoyance, Eve justified her next action to herself and sharply stomped on Azazel's foot with her shoe.

A muffled grunt followed by a low moan came from behind her.

Startled by his unexpected reaction, Eve flinched.

'He really is crazy.'

Eve tried to suppress her flushed cheeks, annoyed with herself for blushing at such a moan.

She felt foolish for reacting to the sound from a man she deemed insane.

All she wanted now was to leave this place as soon as possible.

Resigned to whatever might happen, she responded nonchalantly.

"...I'll ask the Count."

"Alright, let me know once you've decided on a date."

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Eve woke up in the darkness.

Surrounded by pitch black, she was in a familiar place – a dream space she often found herself in when her body was overwhelmed.

Guessing the reason for this dream, she bit her lip in self-reproach.

It wasn't a surprise she had dreamt.

She knew her own body well.

However, she wished it were just a misconception.

She didn't want to acknowledge it; it was something she shouldn't.

Inevitably, a man with black hair appeared like smoke, embracing Eve's waist and starting to kiss along her cleavage.

This sudden intimacy, though familiar in the dream, was still unexpected.

As Eve reached up to hold the man's shoulder, their kissing intensified.

A warm breath on her chest quickly heated her body.

Soon, her clothes vanished, revealing her pink-flushed breasts, shining white in the darkness.

Running her fingers through the man's black hair, he urgently bit her erect nipple.

At the rough action on her right nipple, Eve let out a soft sigh.

The moist tongue and hot breath on her nipple made her head tilt back involuntarily.

"Ah...!"

The thick tongue pressed and rubbed against her nipple.

As Eve embraced the man's head, he bit her nipple, sending a mix of pain and intense pleasure through her.

She trembled.

The moist tongue wrapping around her nipple and the occasional scrape of teeth caused a tingling in her belly.

She wondered if being sucked in reality would feel this good, having never experienced it.

She looked down at the man sucking on her breast.

The man devoured her breast like a starving person.

His lips, which had been nibbling on her nipple, now enveloped her entire breast.

A languid breath escaped Eve's lips.

"Mmm..."

As if he heard her moan, the man in the dream looked up at Eve, his lips glistening with saliva.

The pleasure he provided made her body shiver.

Her right nipple, now cold and exposed to the air, ached to be enveloped in warmth again, to be sucked as before.

Reading her mind, the man vigorously rubbed her erect right nipple with his finger.

"Ah!"

Her sensitivity caused her toes to curl.

Eve grabbed her untouched left breast with the hand that was holding the man's head.

Her white breast deformed erotically in her hand.

The man then took her hand and brought his lips to her left breast.

The moment his wet breath touched her left breast, Eve woke up again, cursing.

The surroundings were still dark but clearly a different place.

She had woken from the dream.

Her undergarments were uncomfortably damp.

About to get out of bed, Eve nearly bit her tongue as the soft slip brushed against her erect nipples.

Her sensitive body reacted to even the slightest touch of the thin slip.

She wanted to touch herself, to pull on her nipples, to relive the excitement of the dream.

But she clenched her fists, resisting the urge, not wanting to admit she was attracted to Azazel.

Rationalizing it was just a dream, not reality, didn't change the fact that she never resisted or pushed the man away in her dreams.

But rationalizations don't make facts disappear.

"Annoying."

Frustrated that her day ended this way, Eve gritted her teeth and headed to the bathroom to cool off her heated body.

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Until the official invitation arrived, Eve hoped the conversations at the art gallery were just empty words.

Despite knowing the Duchess wouldn't make such offers lightly, she still hoped futilely.

When the unwanted invitation from the duchess officially arrived at her residence, Eve sighed deeply but started preparations to go to the villa.

Part of these preparations involved inviting Dane to her residence.

She had something important to discuss with him.

Today, Eve intended to ask Dane the same question she had proposed to the duke at the art gallery: how about joining her at the duke's villa?

"Count."

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