The Contract Wife Tries to Leave - Chapter 172
“Ah… ngh… yes…”
“…Do you like it?”
“Mmm… yes…”
“Then why are you crying again?”
“This… is… hngh!”
It was an involuntary reaction—physiological tears that came as she neared her peak. Perhaps, as Leonid once remarked, it was because her body was so sensitive.
“Ha… I feel like I’m close again.”
“Mm….”
“Where should I finish this time?”
She wished he wouldn’t ask such things. Keeping her mouth tightly shut, she shook her head in refusal. He then held her chin, scolding her gently.
“Always lying and ignoring my words—looks like I’ll have to finish here, in this mouth.”
“No, please, no….”
“You’ve already taken a lot below. Now you’ll have to take it here, too.”
“No, please….”
She wanted to protest, saying that if he truly wished for a child soon, there was no point in wasting his seed in her mouth. But her mind was so clouded with pleasure that she couldn’t even form a coherent sentence.
Leonid, however, seemed to understand easily, a faint smirk crossing his lips as he thrust himself deeply once more.
“Ah…!”
“Should we add an extra clause to our contract?”
“M-Mm, ugh…!”
The pleasure that had pooled like a quiet reservoir burst forth with his sudden, intense movement, sending wave after wave of shuddering sensations through her. Gasping for breath, Johanna let out cries that were almost like screams.
“Ah… ah, mm, ahh!”
“One heir alone might feel lacking. Don’t you think it’s wise to ensure a backup?”
“W-What… are you… ah!”
Her inner walls, sensitized from the intense, drawn-out heat he had built up, convulsed wildly with each powerful thrust of his thick length.
Johanna could feel acutely just how tightly her insides clenched around him. A growl, like a beast barely restraining itself, as he held back his release.
“Ha… damn, you’re clamping down hard enough to break me.”
“Mm, please… faster…!”
Without realizing, she wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him on, and he laughed deeply before pulling her close, beginning a series of deep, relentless thrusts.
The brutal rhythm pounded against her insides, drawing one cry after another from her lips. Her fingers instinctively scratched down his back as she desperately yearned for him to reach even deeper, to feel the warmth flooding inside her.
Just as she neared the peak, however, he pulled out abruptly, and, as Johanna’s body shivered uncontrollably from the aftermath, he pressed himself against her lips.
The swollen tip pushed firmly against her mouth, parting her lips. Dizzy from the intensity of pleasure, Johanna opened her mouth unconsciously, and in an instant, the rigid length filled her mouth completely.
“Mm…!”
The thick s***t plunged deep into her throat, pulsing as it released warm, thick fluid, its scent potent and overwhelming. Dazed under the influence of his pheromones, Johanna instinctively swallowed down every last drop, the alpha pheromones mixed within the liquid sending the omega into pure ecstasy.
Still reeling from the intense climax, her hypersensitive body responded so strongly that her eyes momentarily rolled back from the flood of pleasure.
Leonid took his time, moving slowly within her mouth, savoring the lingering sensation before he finally withdrew at the right moment.
As Johanna coughed softly, he soothed her with gentle kisses across her face and lips, a hint of pride and mischief in his voice as he whispered,
“Now you’re good at taking it up here, too.”
“…”
Too drained to even retort, Johanna’s unfocused eyes blinked slowly before her heavy eyelids closed, and she drifted off.
When she woke, Johanna found herself back in her own room. Her body felt clean, as though Leonid had washed her, and aside from a dull ache in her waist and lower body, she felt relatively fine.
She wasn’t sure what time it was, but the faint blue light filtering in suggested dawn was breaking. As she shifted to sit up, she froze in shock upon noticing a large figure seated by her bed.
“L-Leonid?”
Of course, it had to be him, but an odd sense of unease compelled her to ask, her voice faltering. Leonid turned toward her, his gaze locking onto her with an intensity that felt almost burdensome, unsettling her.
“Why…”
She was about to ask why he was looking at her like that when something small and round caught her eye—a glinting, silver object. Recognizing it, her eyes widened in surprise.
‘A button…’
It was none other than a silver button that had fallen from Leonid’s coat long ago. Had she placed it on her nightstand?
She couldn’t quite remember. Uncertain, she glanced at Leonid, feeling an unexplainable need to gauge his reaction. Surely, he wouldn’t remember that incident after all this time…
“Marquis…”
“What’s this?”
He asked sharply, his tone almost cutting.
“It looks like a button from a man’s coat.”
Johanna pressed her lips together, hesitating before finally responding, her voice tentative.
“It’s something that fell when someone… saved me a long time ago.”
“And who is this person… that you’ve kept it for so long?”
Once his composure returned, Leonid often spoke with a distant, almost indifferent tone—a formality that, while polite, felt cold and dismissive.
His voice held a layer of arrogance, making it clear he wasn’t truly interested in her answer. Avoiding his piercing stare, Johanna shifted her gaze around the room before sighing deeply and answering, albeit only partially truthfully.
“He… was my first love.”
