It Seems Like The Infamous Trash Can is Right Here! - Chapter 90
At his words, my mind suddenly drifted to something I hadn’t thought about at all… that we hadn’t used contraception at all.
The possibility of pregnancy in this relationship…
‘Lionel’s child…’
The thought sent a strange, unexplainable feeling through me.
As I stared down at my stomach, Lionel pressed a soft kiss to my knee.
His fingers trailed along my thigh in a slow, deliberate motion—almost as if he wanted me to spread my legs again.
‘Wait…’
Wasn’t it time to clean up?
I gave him a confused look, only to find him looking just as puzzled.
“…?”
“…?”
Then my gaze trailed downward, and sure enough, despite releasing twice already, once in his pants, and another in me… Lionel was still painfully hard, his arousal pressing insistently against my lower stomach.
It was a sight that could only be described as… intimidating.
“…Are we doing more?”
At my hesitant question, Lionel looked startled.
“…Am I not allowed?”
His wavering gaze was filled with conflicting emotions. Uncertainty, hesitation, and something that almost seemed like… hope. As if he was afraid I would refuse.
“How long were you planning to go?”
“Until you say you can’t anymore…? If you don’t want to, we can stop.”
No… With that face, with that expression, how was I supposed to refuse?
“I don’t mind.”
I murmured, parting my knees slightly.
“Then… should we spend a little more time together before going to wash up?”
Lionel’s eyes widened slowly, and then a radiant smile spread across his face.
“That sounds like a great idea.”
Seeing how pleased he was, I couldn’t help but smile too.
I spread my legs wider, giving him enough space to move closer, and as I reached out, he pulled me into his arms without hesitation.
Kissing me repeatedly, we became entwined once more, and a deep sense of fulfillment swelled in my chest.
I loved how Lionel wanted me endlessly, how he craved me, how he desired me. I loved how he pressed into me, kissed me, gasped for breath.
I loved the slick heat of our sweat-slicked bodies, the way our movements made a mess of everything below, the way he groaned my name so desperately.
The sheer pleasure he gave me, without even a trace of pain now, was intoxicating—but most of all, I loved that it was Lionel.
“Just once more…”
“Just a little bit more… just a little…”
“This is really the last time.”
…At some point, his seemingly endless desire left me so bewildered that, by the end, I felt like I had been tricked.
Even divine power couldn’t replenish my exhausted strength. As I drifted in and out of consciousness, Lionel scooped me up and carried me to the bath, sinking us both into the warm water.
“Serenia, what do you think about doing some stamina training together from now on?”
His voice was light, utterly unrepentant, as he gently wiped the pale traces left on my cheek and chest.
“There was something I wanted to say after our first night together…”
I wanted to ask what he meant, but my consciousness was already sinking into heaviness.
“I’ll tell you tomorrow. For now, just rest.”
How fortunate was I, to have someone I could lean on without a care, to be able to surrender myself to his warm and gentle touch?
Even as sleep overtook me, I was certain.
I would never regret my choice today.
