I Wish You Well In Your Next Love, My Love

At his savage growl, I nodded blindly.

Even as everything sounded muffled, only the word ‘responsibility’ embedded itself vividly in my chest.

“Mmh, I-I will, s-sorry…”

“Hah… good.”

“Mmh, ah, I-I was wrong, sorry, it’s all, my…”

Fortunately, Gerard didn’t notice anything strange about my apology, distorted into a mess by my sobs. He was simply absorbed in feeling our bodies against each other.

Gerard moved his hips violently for the sole purpose of reaching climax, and I shook beneath him. His movements grew too fast for me to follow, and the sounds of our flesh colliding became even rougher.

“Haa, good. So good, huu…”

“Ah, mmh! Ah, Gerard…”

“Keugh!”

The unbearable exhilaration rose in great waves, and my inner walls contracted in spasms as I reached a rapturous climax.

A dangerously dizzying sensation exploded at the crown of my head. My nerves burned white, and I couldn’t see anything through my greatly dilated pupils.

The c**k that had filled me tightly without the slightest gap slid all the way out. Gerard hurriedly lifted the hem of my dress higher, then rubbed his c**k against my back, where the bones of my spine showed.

“Huu.”

I felt viscous fluid spray across my body in several spurts.

His c**k, still hard and hot, rubbed over my b******s and lower back as though spreading the s***n across them.

I let Gerard do whatever he wanted behind me. My body was simply so overcome with exhaustion that I couldn’t summon the slightest strength.

My ankle buckled weakly, and just as I was about to pitch forward, he lifted me easily into his arms.

Only then did I see my b*****s hanging bare above my dress. It was an utterly indecent state, but I had neither the mind nor the strength to fix it.

All I could do was rest my head against the arms holding me and try to steady my breathing.

* * *

Gerard quietly pressed an ear close to her face, where her eyes were shut as though she had fainted.

Her exhausted breaths brushed against the shell of his ear, and his c**k, which had already e********d several times, began to harden again.

Gerard slowly swept his palm up the back of his sweat-soaked neck, then leaned his head back.

Moonlight spilling through the gap in the curtains crossed Louize’s cheek and the bridge of her nose before settling over her lips.

Her light-colored hair appeared white beneath the moonlight.

Aside from her lips and cheeks, which had reddened after several rounds of s*x, everything surrounding her was pure white.

However, the dense bite marks covering her neck and shoulders, along with her swollen n*****s, gave an entirely different impression from her sleeping face.

She looked like a lost angel who had mistakenly fallen into a beast’s den and suffered a terrible fate.

The beast lifted the hem of the dress covered in his seed.

Thick fluid gushed from between her soft, fair thighs.

His lewd hand slowly gathered what was smeared along her thigh and pushed all of it back into her narrow opening.

“Mmh…”

At her whimper, he cast aside his impulse and greed and withdrew his hand. Instead, he lay down beside her.

He had no particular hobby of admiring the faces of sleeping people, but he felt as though he could stare at Louize’s face all night without growing tired of it.

He found it admirable that her small, delicate body had endured him rushing at her like a madman, and yet he also felt guilty.

Still, if she allowed it, he could part her wet opening and enter her again right now, thrusting into her several more times.

Had his s****l appetite always been this strong?

Since meeting Louize, Gerard had discovered sides of himself that even he hadn’t known existed.

He spent hours at his desk carefully choosing gifts and writing a single short letter. He had even stolen her old blanket, despite knowing full well that she already owned very little.

These days, Gerard couldn’t sleep properly without that old blanket. Only after burying his face in it all night, gripping and stroking his flesh as though wringing it dry, and painting it with his s***n could the desire gnawing at him like deprivation be eased even slightly.