For My Birthday, I Was Gifted Five Husbands - Chapter 43
Eugenie’s tightly sealed lips twitched.
‘Is this guy really trying to provoke me?’
She knew intellectually that it was absurd, but her instincts, honed during her academy days, flared up once again. She and this guy had always had a contentious relationship, unable to avoid exchanging barbs every time they crossed paths in the academy hallways.
Even though they had grown up since then, she hadn’t completely forgotten the fiery emotions of that time.
Eugenie glared at Magnus’s arrogant provocation.
“You talk about beating me? I was the top student twice.”
“And I was the top student three times.”
“…Hah. Anyway, you…”
At a loss for words, Eugenie reached out and gently stroked Magnus’s cheek. Her fingers brushed teasingly along his neck before tugging at the loose tie still hanging there.
“Are you really so eager to sleep with me?”
“Unfortunately, Norton, you shouldn’t equate me with a randy dog.”
“Then what do you want, Napier? Should I just strip right here?”
Eugenie tried to maintain an indifferent expression as she grabbed her shoulders. However, Magnus frowned and stopped her hand from undoing her clothes.
“…Don’t pretend to be tough.”
“Then what do you want?”
“For now, my tastes are more refined than that.”
“Huh…? What do you mean…?”
“It seems everyone else enjoyed you according to their own preferences, so you’ll have to cooperate.”
What on earth was he talking about? If it was about preferences, did that mean something more dangerous than what happened with Percival was about to come out?
‘No, that’s a bit much.’
Eugenie watched Magnus’s back as he headed toward the desk with a skeptical look. When Magnus opened the drawer, a beautifully wrapped mint-green box appeared.
Could it be a cake?
‘When did he prepare something like that?’
But the corners of Magnus’s mouth lifted devilishly as he watched Eugenie’s confused expression.
“Eugenie Norton. How long do you think you can last in heels?”
* * *
Clunk, clunk.
The once tranquil scent of books in the study was now filled with a strange heat. Eugenie lay on the wide table, barely propped up, biting her lips.
“Ah, uh…”
What Magnus pulled from the mint box was not a sweet cake. As he had said, it was a pair of dangerously high black heels. Even more shockingly, they fit her perfectly, despite her never having mentioned her size to anyone.
The soles were dark red, adding to the eerie atmosphere that made Eugenie grind her teeth inwardly.
However, the box contained more than just the shoes.
Magnus, with her legs resting on his shoulders, was proudly caressing Eugenie’s slender calves. Each kiss brought the soft sensation of silk brushing against her skin, causing her shoulders to tremble involuntarily.
“Why are you making me wear these…?”
“Because it’s my preference.”
Magnus chuckled, running his hands over Eugenie’s legs. Just as he expected, the silk material felt delightful against her slender limbs.
Eugenie Norton was wearing a white blouse with all the buttons fastened up to her neck and a plain navy checkered skirt. According to his standards, her outfit looked like something from thirty years ago.
But if he expressed his tastes, it would only lead him to get hit by Eugenie Norton. So, he settled for the most neutral compromise: the heels.
…And as his hands kneaded her thighs, Eugenie inhaled sharply.
She found Magnus’s hands undeniably beautiful, despite her annoyance. His hands delving under her skirt felt as if he was tenderly caressing a precious sculpture leaving her light-headed.
But wanting to hide her excitement, Eugenie forced out a sarcastic remark.
“Ha, I didn’t know a grown man liked playing with dolls.”
“Dolls?”
“Yes, dressing up a woman is just like playing with dolls.”
Magnus raised his head and chuckled softly.
“You talk too much to be a doll, Eugenie Norton.”
“Then what is this? What are you doing?”
“It’s nothing much. Just…”
Magnus kissed her thigh again, his voice full of mischief, clearly enjoying how she flinched at his touch.
“I wanted to see how it felt to drape my purchase over your body.”
She had worn the unflattering academy uniform as a child, and even after that, Eugenie Norton spent her days with her hair tied up high, dressed in research lab garments stained with black ink.
‘How fortunate I am to have gotten rid of Peter Lamburg.’
Magnus smirked inwardly.
Before the wedding ceremony began, the five husbands had together put him in a barrel and sent him down the river in the capital. If luck was on his side, he would be discovered soon enough.
‘It’s probably better that he’s gone, especially if he has no appreciation for art.’
