For My Birthday, I Was Gifted Five Husbands - Chapter 17
The white fabric first brushed against her palm. However, the warmth pulsing beneath it was far more intense than the soft texture.
Alfred tightened his grip on Eugenie’s hand a little more. The heat filling her small palm grew increasingly solid. Images of what lay beneath the thin cloth unfolded freely in her mind.
From below, a thick, prominent vein could be felt, rising sharply. As the heat from below traveled upward, the warm flesh beneath the fabric twitched.
Just as she reached the edge of this sensation, she felt a hint of moisture against her palm. Realizing what it was, Eugenie’s face flushed instantly.
“…!”
“How does it feel?”
His cheerful tone had turned husky and low.
“Is that a response to whether you really want this?”
“Ah, um. Yeah.”
“Good to hear.”
Alfred smiled, though there was a hint of strain in his expression. The back of his hand, encouraging her to move up and down, was adorned with prominent veins.
“Hah. Eugenie…”
As he urged her to move a bit faster, the light in his eyes dimmed, replaced by a heavier, darker hue. Eugenie was left speechless, alternating her gaze between her flushed face and his waistband.
‘Right now, I’m helping Alfred… touch himself.’
Yet, it didn’t feel disgusting. Instead, she was intrigued by how much bigger and hotter it could get, wondering how closely the imagined version matched reality.
With her heart racing in equal parts fear and anticipation, she couldn’t help but lick her lower lip.
“…Brother.”
Now, it wasn’t just Alfred’s voice that had grown heavy. Eugenie’s own voice sounded unfamiliar in her ears, strained and dampened as if soaked through.
“Try taking this out.”
Why did Eugenie decide to pursue graduate studies?
Sure, it was partly because she had been eager to gain the professor’s approval. After three sleepless nights, when the professor praised her, she had crumbled under the weight of it.
But the most decisive reason was that Eugenie Norton, with her calm, expressionless face, harbored an intense curiosity beneath the surface.
Taking a deep breath, Eugenie’s eyes sparkled.
“I want to see it properly.”
She had only ever seen a man’s upper body before, and that made her want to see more. What did the rest of him look like? Why did people make such a big deal out of this? Her curiosity was starting to grow.
Alfred was now biting his lower lip. More than the hand pressing down on his g***n, it was those gleaming amber eyes that were even more stimulating.
“If you’re okay with it…”
Still guiding her with his small hand, Alfred slowly tugged down the waistband of his trousers.
Eugenie bit her lip, trying to stifle an immature gasp.
The sight of the long column brushing against his toned abs was fascinating. Like the rest of his sun-kissed skin, it was a muted bronze hue. Thin veins traced a reddish line along its length, running straight from base to tip.
‘It looks incredibly solid.’
But the slightly indented tip appeared soft, piquing her curiosity.
Alfred, noticing her intense gaze, gave an awkward laugh.
“Eugenie, is it really that fascinating?”
“Oh, yeah… I’ve read about it in books, but seeing it in person is… different.”
So this is how it swells with touch and excitement.
Without realizing it, she leaned in closer, her lips parting. As her breath touched the tip, it twitched as if it had a mind of its own, already glistening with a misty dew.
‘He really must be excited because of me…’
A gentle warmth began to build in her lower belly.
Could it swell even more? Or would it become harder?
“Brother, can I touch it more?”
“Go ahead… as much as you want.”
Eugenie’s eyes gleamed as she reached out with both hands. It was too big to grasp with just one, so using both seemed the better option.
“Wow…”
She ran her hands from the base upward, observing every subtle change.
Not having done this before, she wasn’t sure how he felt about it, but she found the contrast between the solid core and the soft, warm skin clinging to her palms absolutely fascinating.
“Hah… ah… mmm…”
Alfred’s flushed face as he looked down at her was equally captivating.
She gave it a gentle squeeze, sliding her hands up to the tip, and began to rub the soft edges of the head. The small hole at the top began to release more of the clear fluid, so much that it seeped between her fingers as she continued her motions.
“Eugenie, ha…!”
