For My Birthday, I Was Gifted Five Husbands - Chapter 67
Eugenie shot a glare at Cassius, silently warning him that she wouldn’t let it slide if he pushed further. But her defiance seemed to amuse him more than anything, as he smiled back with an air of nonchalance, unruffled.
When Cassius cupped the back of her head gently yet firmly, his length slid deeper into her mouth.
“Mmph, nnngh…!”
She let out muffled gasps as the blunt tip pressed against various sensitive areas, threatening to invade her throat. To breathe, she had no choice but to hollow her cheeks and suck, her tongue gliding from base to tip.
And then, amidst the movements, a startling realization dawned.
‘Is that… taste?’
Could the gel actually have worked?
The more she sucked, the more a sweet, tangy flavor spread across her tongue, smooth and almost addictive as it trickled down her throat.
‘This isn’t normal… why does this taste so good?’
She wanted to deny it, but there it was.
‘I’m doomed.’
The infamous femme fatale—or perhaps just a hopeless hedonist—was now completely captivated. Even as she moved her tongue, trying to maintain a semblance of dignity, the delightful taste persisted.
“Lady, are you trying to drain me dry?”
Cassius’s heated voice asked from above her.
Her hips that had been on the pile floor bucked involuntarily at his words. Her lower body was dripping shamelessly, pooling beneath her. She wasn’t just a mess below; now, her upper half was equally chaotic.
“Hah…”
A throaty groan escaped Cassius as his hand tightened on her head, guiding her movements.
“Mmph, mmph!”
“Drink it all. Good girl.”
“Mmm, ngh…”
Finally, as the climax reached its end, the softened length slipped out, leaving streaks of white across Eugenie’s face. Reflexively, her tongue darted out, licking away a stray drop from the corner of her lips.
Instead of the salty tang she expected, the taste was…
Sweet?
She stared at Cassius in shock, unable to hide her disbelief. He chuckled, clearly delighted by her reaction.
“Well? What do I taste like, Lady?”
“Uh… um…”
Still dazed, Eugenie rubbed her sore jaw, her words fumbling out.
“Y-you taste like strawberries.”
“Oh my, how embarrassing.”
“…And, uh, strawberries with whipped cream.”
Unconsciously, she licked her lips again, savoring the lingering sweetness. The flavor was just like dipping ripe, red fruit into freshly whipped cream—a perfect balance of tart and creamy.
After giving her candid reaction, a strange exhilaration bubbled inside her. Perhaps it was because she’d framed this dynamic as strictly business from the start; this entire experience felt like nothing more than an experimental indulgence.
Eugenie tilted her head back, meeting Cassius’s gaze with a sly grin.
“This is… more fun than I thought it’d be.”
“Isn’t it?”
Cassius helped the daughter of the benefactor who had saved her life, to her feet.
Unlike her other husbands, who were often tangled in their complicated feelings toward Eugenie Norton, Cassius simply enjoyed the sight of her indulging in such brazen behavior.
‘Theodora Norton, are you watching? Your daughter is awakening more and more—and she’s smarter than expected.’
The questions thrown out at the La Noir store should have started yielding answers by now.
Magic, Theodora Norton’s true identity, the men’s ‘secret’ and the pact made in exchange for their ‘survival.’ If Eugenie couldn’t piece it all together after spending days tangled with her ‘husbands,’ then perhaps her tuition money had truly gone to waste.
Still, there was one thing even Cassius hadn’t anticipated.
‘Even after receiving so much help, why would someone give up their life and fortune for one woman? Sharing her with other men, no less? If it were me, I’d expect some kind of reward even after making the deal.’
Was it the fact that Eugenie Norton had begun to suspect the hidden terms of this arrangement?
The other men might have gotten what they wanted and were willing to maintain this relationship. But for Cassius, it was different.
‘Once I’ve gotten what I want, I’ll pull out. No intention of being chained to this forever.’
Until that day came, however, he was more than willing to help Eugenie awaken fully.
‘If possible, it would be good if we could both have fun along the way.’
Cassius gazed tenderly at Eugenie, who was gasping for air. Her full, pale chest quivered delicately with each breath, and her already e***t n–ples glistened as if begging to be sucked.
She exuded an air of sensuality with every breath she took.
With a mischievous smile, Cassius lightly pinched one of her perked n–ples.
