It Seems Like The Infamous Trash Can is Right Here! - Chapter 127
Lionel moved so vigorously that Serenia’s body bounced upward.
“Ah, ha, ngh, mm…!”
He had initially planned to stop after satisfying her, but at some point, he lost track of his intentions entirely.
Half-mad with lust, he clutched Serenia’s soft body tightly, feverishly pounding into her.
Her supple b*****s jiggled beneath his rough, firm hands, and he greedily swallowed each of her trembling moans. Tongues tangled and scraped, stealing her saliva, exchanging it for his own.
He repeatedly slammed upward into her without pause, their fluids mingling messily. With every thrust, the slick, wet sounds became more and more obscene, echoing through the carriage as he relentlessly plunged in again and again, driving her toward yet another climax.
A second, then a third peak quickly followed the initial penetration.
“Ahhn…!”
Serenia tightened her arms around Lionel’s neck, convulsing intensely. His c**k throbbed violently inside her, finally buried to the hilt as it relentlessly churned her inner walls.
He was determined to not finish inside Serenia, to spare her of any discomfort, but that was overshadowed by a sensation of defeat.
It had been arrogance and a mistake to think he could ever withstand the intoxicating grip of her inner flesh. His supposedly strong willpower crumbled instantly before her. His famed patience, before Serenia, was thinner than paper.
From the moment Serenia had willingly straddled him, everything had already fallen apart.
A sense of defeat bordering exhaustion spread through his body, yet it was overwhelmed by a rapture that coursed through his entire being.
With a tenderness that mimicked affection, Lionel softly caressed her lovely body, now limp in his arms, and spoke.
“…I’m sorry. I wasn’t planning to go this far outside…”
What had already happened couldn’t be undone, but he still owed her an apology for having put her in such a difficult position.
Serenia, panting in short, shallow breaths, slowly lifted her head at his words.
With eyes still wet, she looked up at him as if searching his face, then whispered faintly.
“…I don’t hate this, but…”
The once elegant dress, which had adorned her gracefully when she’d left the mansion, was now bunched carelessly around her lower stomach, disheveled by his rough and clumsy hands.
Though last night had been her very first experience, he had shamelessly seduced this innocent young woman inside a carriage, shoving his p***s in aggressively.
It must have been bewildering. Embarrassing.
Her slender shoulders trembled faintly, as if to prove it.
And yet, she said she didn’t dislike it. As if accepting any and all unkind acts he committed against her was simply for her to accept.
Lionel felt a tight squeeze in his chest.
“…That’s a relief.”
So he murmured, then began to fix her clothing. Clumsily, he returned the dress’s knots to their original state, and gently wiped her below with a handkerchief.
Just in case the s***n he had spilled started to run down her thighs, he slid her damp undergarments back onto her legs.
After a moment’s thought, Serenia took his handkerchief and placed it inside her undergarments.
“I’ll have to be better prepared next time.”
The resolute way she said it made a wave of shame surge through him again. Lionel scrubbed at his eyes roughly and swallowed a sigh.
Then, suddenly, it occurred to him.
‘We should’ve arrived a long time ago.’
The moment he realized that, it felt like a bucket of cold water had been dumped over his head.
He pulled back the curtain slightly and checked outside, and just as he’d feared, they were far off course from the road to the Luanax mansion.
Things had been normal when they’d departed from Calitas, so the coachman must have been switched at some point.
Even if Lionel had been utterly distracted by Serenia, the fact that he hadn’t noticed even the slightest disruption in that change meant the person involved was highly skilled.
‘Which one is it?’
