For My Birthday, I Was Gifted Five Husbands - Chapter 19
From the way he spoke, Alfred still sounded like an older brother indulging a younger sibling’s whims, but what he was doing with his mouth was anything but innocent.
Blushing, Eugenie glanced down at her chest.
“N-no, wait. We should take this off first.”
Unlike the rest of her clothes, her bra had ridden up over her collarbone. Alfred moved suddenly before she could take it off.
“I want to take it off… Let’s do it after I take it off…”
Looking at her b*****s bouncing beneath the fabric felt far too explicit, making her feel embarrassed.
“Hmm, just let me see a little more.”
Alfred grinned, gently pressing down on her wrists. He barely used any force, yet Eugenie was easily pinned back onto the bed.
“You look so cute right now.”
“C-cute? What are yo—ah!”
Thick fingers circled her stiff n-pple, swirling around before pressing directly into the center from above. Her already soaked a-eola responded helplessly to his touch, heating up immediately.
“Ah… ha… ugh…”
“Do you touch your b*****s yourself?”
“N-no… What’s the point if I did… Ah…”
“Really? You’re missing out, especially when it feels this good.”
His voice remained calm, but his hands squeezing her b*****s grew rougher.
Her chest, barely fitting in his large hands, spilled out between his fingers. Her n–ples, caught between them, stood even more sharply, almost as if they were pinched.
“Ah… haaa…!”
The sharp sensation didn’t feel painful. Instead, each time the stimulation hit, her body felt heavier, as if a hot stone had been placed in her lower belly. That sensation soon transformed into a deep, concentrated heat, like hot water spreading through her body.
‘I want to close my legs.’
She felt like she might lose control if she stayed in this open position. Maybe if she brought her thighs together, she could hold it back.
But before she could even attempt it…
“…Ah!”
Something heavy and solid wedged itself between her thighs. She opened her eyes wide, realizing that the ridged muscles of Alfred’s knee were pressing against her sensitive area.
“W-wait, your knee…”
“Oh. I noticed you were trying to close your legs.”
Alfred gave her a faint smile. His expression no longer the usual bright one, but rather one of triumph, with glinting eyes.
“Looks like you’re getting wet down here too.”
His knee, moving slowly as if teasing her, rubbed against her.
Eugenie propped herself up on her elbows, looking down with difficulty.
“…Ah.”
Even though it was happening to her, it still felt unfamiliar.
Alfred’s firm knee was wedged between Eugenie’s trembling thighs like a stake, holding her in place. The tight skin of his knee pressed into her folds, crushing the delicate flesh beneath it. Even the freshly wet nub was being pressed and ground upwards.
It was a sharp sensation that Eugenie had never felt before, causing her to bite her lip.
It felt like every nerve in her body had gathered into one tight ball, ready to burst like bubbles popping all at once.
“Hng…!”
Looking back on it now, his teasing of her chest seemed laughably mild in comparison.
She tried to hold out, but Alfred had an effortless way of using his body. He circled her soaked folds with his knee, pressing firmly against her entrance as if he could replace his manhood with it.
“Ah, ah! Brother, ah, wait!”
The pressure felt like it was going to tear her open making her breath caught in her throat. Each time he pushed and rubbed, the sensation of popping bubbles grew more intense.
“Hnn! Ah! It’s… too much, ah!”
“You seem to be enjoying it, Eugenie,” Alfred whispered with a soft sigh, while watching her squirm beneath him.
He deliberately brushed against her cli-, barely grazing it, causing her hips to jerk in a spasm. Just his knee wasn’t enough anymore. Slowly, Alfred brought his hand down, grazing the swollen nub hidden beneath the soaked curls.
The moment his roughened fingers, hardened from wielding swords, swept over her…
“Aaah…!”
Eugenie let out a cry unlike any she had made before. The sensation was so intense that it almost felt like she could taste something sweet and sour on her tongue.
“Even here, you’re just as cute as the rest of you.”
“Brother, no, that’s, ah!”
His fingers pressed down on the small piece of flesh, rubbing it gently up and down. It was such a subtle movement, but Eugenie couldn’t stop herself from writhing and panting in response. Unable to bear the overwhelming tingling sensation, she buried her face in the pillow, almost on the verge of tears.
“Brother, ah, it feels so weird, ah…!”
“It’s not weird. Eugenie, this is what feels good for you.”
“Ah, ah! No, wait, ah…!”
“You seem to like it more when I pinch here.”
As soon as those words left his mouth, Alfred pressed her cli- between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing it rhythmically—not just once, but two, three times in a steady beat.
Eugenie’s vision filled with white spots as the dizzying sensation overtook her. She scratched at Alfred’s shoulder desperately, trying to make it stop.
“Brother, please, I… ah…!”
But her body felt like it was being electrified, and all she could do was gasp for air. A sudden rush of hot water burst up from inside her. The sheets between her spread thighs were soaked. Even her knees were now slick with the fluid that had spilled out.
