For My Birthday, I Was Gifted Five Husbands - Chapter 65
Cassius looked down at Eugenie, who was left speechless in sheer bewilderment, and gave her a charming smile.
“Aren’t you curious about how I taste?”
“What? Taste? The tongue’s sensory perception and g–italia are entirely unrelated!”
“Oh, really? Are you so sure? Maybe you should test that theory, Lady.”
“…”
She didn’t need to look far to understand why she had pursued graduate school. This damned insatiable curiosity….
* * *
Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined her fifth ‘first night’ would take place in the basement of the La Noir Boutique. Even Eugenie, as brazen as she was, paused at the absurdity of the thought.
Thankfully, Cassius took her instead to a luxury hotel with a panoramic view of the capital.
‘But why is it so empty?’
As they were escorted to the penthouse, she couldn’t help but notice they hadn’t passed a single other guest. This was one of the most prestigious, historic hotels in the capital, located amid a bustling area teeming with tourists and shops.
‘This reeks of money being thrown around irresponsibly.’
Her intuition rarely let her down.
The way hotel staff lined up along the hallways to greet them exclusively made it painfully clear. Just the fact that they had bought a new newlywed house, it was clear that the five men had spent money out of the ordinary again.
“Welcome, Lord Lysander, Lady Norton!”
The idea that the entire hotel knew they had come here to have s-x wouldn’t be surprising. After all, what else would a man and a woman do, arriving at a hotel together? It wasn’t worth getting flustered over at this point.
‘Still… wow. I can’t believe I’m actually going to sleep in a penthouse.’
Eugenie Norton, who had spent years buried in a laboratory, now stood in a glass-ceilinged bedroom.
As she took in the lavish surroundings, Cassius playfully winked at her.
“So, my lady, what would you like to do first?”
“Huh?”
“Shall we have dinner? Or perhaps you’d prefer a bath if you’re feeling tired?”
To her surprise, Cassius pulled out something from behind his back—a large, red-ribboned… bouquet?
No, that’s not a bouquet.
What he revealed with a sheepish smile was a pale pink, oddly shaped stick and a heart-shaped bottle. The liquid in the bottle had a radiant purple liquid that seemed far too alluring, almost dangerous.
And those gleaming red eyes that winked at her?
“Or perhaps… me?”
“Bath first. Then dinner. I insist.”
* * *
Catering to her husbands’ whims with her body alone was proving to be exhausting. Yet, as she soaked alone in the rose-petal-filled bath, a peculiar thought crossed her mind.
‘If my mother was a wizard… does that mean I could be one too?’
Nothing out of the ordinary had happened in her 24 years of life thus far, but wizards were said to inherit their abilities through bloodlines. On a whim…. she raised her index finger toward the fluffy hotel towel hanging on the rack.
“Come here.”
Come here, you towels!
……The towel didn’t move an inch. She was thoroughly embarrassed by her failed experiment.
“Right, didn’t think so.”
“What are you doing, my lady?”
“Ah!”
Splash! Startled by the sound of the door silently opening, Eugenie nearly slipped backward into the water as her upper body froze mid-motion, draped awkwardly over the edge of the tub.
Cassius smoothly caught Eugenie’s wrist as she flailed. But his expression looked deceptively hurt as his eyebrows arched.
“Oh my, are you so startled by my body? I’m a little upset.”
“No, that’s not it!”
If she was surprised, it was certainly in a positive way. Eugenie had seen her other husbands’ impressive physiques before, but Cassius, though the smallest in build, possessed the lean, graceful muscles of a dancer.
…And without a hint of shame, he had boldly exposed himself right in front of her.
‘Oh, Mother,’ Eugenie thought, flustered.
Did he choose her husbands by scrutinizing their… endowments with hawk-like precision?
When Cassius casually slid into the tub beside her, she nearly scrambled to escape his approaching touch.
“Wait! What are you doing in here?!”
“Hm? Isn’t it better to relax together in a bath?”
“You could’ve waited until I—ack!”
Eugenie thought she could grab Cassius as he was younger, but he maneuvered her into sitting against his chest.
The unmistakable heat of his p–is brushing against her lower back, made her hyper-aware of her lower body getting wet. Even in the bathwater, she could distinctly tell the difference between the warm liquid surrounding her and the growing wetness from her own body.
His hands glided along her waist, sending tingles that made her knees weak and her entrance quiver involuntarily. No matter how much she tried to convince herself that this relationship was the most ‘businesslike’ of all her marriages, her body was getting hotter.
She felt shamefully aware of the hole twitching below. She couldn’t endure it for long if this continues.
