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While twisting her waist, Diana focused all her nerves on the sounds coming from outside.
Whenever she unconsciously concentrated or became desperate in her wishes, phenomena she couldn’t see or perceive often occurred.
Bang—! The slightly ajar living room door slammed shut with a loud noise. Felix, casting a sidelong glance in that direction, saw water droplets scattering in all directions at the threshold.
Indeed, she was a woman worth exploring in this regard as well. However, matters concerning the power of spirits could be investigated later.
For now, there were more urgent concerns.
The moment Diana’s chest sank down, he bit into her nipple with his teeth.
“Ah…!”
Diana whimpered at the forceful suction that seemed as if it would pull out her entire areola. Pain and pleasure were chaotically intermingled. Unable to keep her lower body still, she wriggled her hips, prompting his rough grip to seize the back of her knees and lift them.
The back of her head pressed against the curtain-drawn window. It felt as if her body had been tightly squeezed into the narrow gap between the window and the wall. Perhaps that was close to the reality. Her thigh, pressed against the edge of the window frame, began to throb with a dull ache.
“Ah, it hurts….”
Though she had resolved not to speak thoughtlessly, Diana couldn’t help but bite her lip to suppress her words. Felix, who was greedily tracing the curve of her exposed thigh beneath her dress, coldly pointed out:
“Don’t stammer like a fool. If you have something to say, say it clearly. When you falter like that, it makes me change my mind about listening.”
“It hurts, Master. Hnn. My posture is a bit uncomfortable….”
As soon as she hastily completed her sentence, the man lifted her by the waist. The pain in her thigh disappeared, but in its place, her legs spread wide apart.
Between them, Felix moved his body without hesitation. From behind, the view would have shown the woman’s pale legs wrapping around his waist.
The fact that her legs were spread open before a man suddenly terrified her. Her left breast remained in the searing grasp of his hand.
His rough fingers kneaded her breast as if working dough, making her breathing erratic. The atmosphere was different from when she had attended to his bath or when he was half-dazed from aphrodisiacs.
The crown prince was openly displaying his lust for her body. Somehow, the air felt stifling.
Felix’s hand, which had been glued to her chest, slid down the curve of her waist. His fingers toyed with the dress and slip that clung to her hips, causing a furrow to form between his brows.
It would suffice to use it once and be done with it, he thought, considering the effort of undressing a nuisance. Just then, he noticed the slender fingers clutching the edge of the windowsill with all their might.
“Master?”
Startled by his sudden grip on her hand, Diana called out to him.
Directly in front of her, but much lower than her eye level, came the faint rustling of fabric. She thought it was likely his trousers, and in that moment, the scent of the man became intensely pronounced.
Felix guided Diana’s hand downward.
“Ah.”
Her palm and fingers came into contact with a large, heated rod-like object.
It was the same thing that had previously pried her mouth open and invaded. The enormous phallus, too large to be grasped with just one hand, twitched heavily in her hold. Realizing his intent, her lips went dry.
“Do it properly. Unless you want to spend three days bedridden again, like last time.”
“Y-Yes.”
Her hands were infinitely preferable to her mouth. As she wrapped both hands around the massive organ, she was struck by the fear of having once held such a thing in her mouth.
His was far thicker and more robust than the ones she had unwillingly glimpsed on clients at Hilde. As she timidly stroked it, she noticed that the shaft curved slightly upward.
This wasn’t something that could fit easily into a woman’s mouth or between her legs. It didn’t match his beautiful face in the slightest. As if handling a strange toy, Diana continued to hesitantly trace it. Felix, growing impatient, urged her irritably:
“How long do you intend to just touch it? Do you need me to put it in your mouth?”
“No! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”
Diana clumsily moved her hand up and down, recalling the scenes she had seen and heard at Hilde. The man, having lost his patience, placed his hand over the back of hers. His grip was large enough to encompass both his own organ and her hand together.
Felix began moving his member up and down with her hand in his grasp. The speed and strength were incomparable to Diana’s earlier tentative movements. Her lips parted silently.
Various sounds overlapped in Diana’s keen hearing. The rhythmic slapping noise, the increasingly rough sound of his breathing, the erratic beating of her own heart. Alongside these were the searing heat pressing against her hand, the unabashed scent of flesh and primal instincts, and the heady aroma of desire….
“Haa, ugh.”
At some point, Diana completely forgot about anyone who might exist beyond this space. She felt as though she was becoming intoxicated by the heat radiating from the man. A bit of liquid began to smear onto her fingers—it seemed to be seeping from the tip of his member.
“Kuh!.”
Unable to endure the rising sensation, Felix reached out with his free hand to grasp the nape of Diana’s neck. Dropping his head over hers, he let out a low pant. His ragged breaths fell onto her forehead, and Diana’s shoulders rose and fell in sync with his.
Although he was the one reveling in pleasure, Diana herself began to feel strangely aroused. A tingling sensation spread deep in her lower abdomen.
Stupid Diana. She berated herself silently, unable to breathe properly. Yet, within her, another desire was stirring.
Ah, I really……I want to see this man’s face.
It was a desire so powerful she couldn’t resist or deny it with her own will. Her light green eyes, empty of all other thoughts, gazed at Felix as if entranced.
She wondered what kind of expression he would make in the throes of pleasure.
How would that beautiful face, which she had only felt through her fingertips, twist with sensation? How captivating would he look, lost in ecstasy? Even though she knew she might fall hopelessly under his spell if she saw it, the curiosity gnawed at her.
No, I shouldn’t. I have to stop this.
Just as the sense of crisis, almost indistinguishable from her excitement, peaked, Felix let out a short, guttural groan. At the same time, a burst of semen shot from the stiffened tip of his member.
The vigorous arcs of the fluid landed on Diana’s chest and dress. The milky white liquid pooled on her flushed areola. What didn’t collect slid down along the curve of her body. Diana, feeling the heat of the liquid, shuddered slightly. At some point, goosebumps had covered her spine.
Felix, catching his breath in the warm afterglow of climax, let out a silent laugh. To him, Diana’s current state was a masterpiece.
This scene, this composition, this posture, and this expression—it was an image too precious not to immortalize.
“Stay… just like that.”
His voice was hoarse and rough. Felix lifted his member a few more times to expel the remnants of his release, then wiped the sweat from beneath his chin with the back of his hand.
Then he grabbed a piece of charcoal rolling on the shelf beside the window. In his haste, the tip of the charcoal crumbled. He didn’t even bother with the canvas. Pulling a scrap of paper from beside the art supplies, he began sketching the form and movement of the figure.
There wasn’t enough time for meticulous details. His hands moved quickly to transfer the vivid image seared into his memory onto the paper.
“Master…”
Lost in the scratching sound of charcoal, Diana muttered softly.
“Did you… treat the maids before me like this as well?”
Her words didn’t register in his mind. Even after the climax, his chest heaved deeply, expanding and contracting.
Felix, his gaze fixed solely on the paper, responded absentmindedly.
“And why does that matter?”
“….”
“Do you feel like I’m treating you differently?”
After a moment of silence, the maid mumbled that that wasn’t what she meant.
Ignoring her, Felix continued sketching. The woman sat, crumpled against the window frame, her chest and thighs exposed. His hand moved steadily, weaving the image like a tapestry based on the complete picture in his mind.
Starting from the top of the paper and working downward, Felix completed the figure of a perfectly proportioned woman. In less than five minutes, the scene had been captured on paper. Yet, in that brief moment, Felix hadn’t noticed the trembling of the maid’s eyes.
Only the face remained. The shape of the subject’s features and expression needed to be depicted with care. The essence of a portrait lay in the subject’s gaze and expression.
That very gaze from earlier—the heightened glint in her eyes, lips parted as if moaning, cheeks flushed crimson, and her delicate, labored breathing. The fragile yet alluring appearance evoked a cruel desire. A fresh wave of exhilaration surged through him as he thought about it.
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