A Mad Lady’s Confession - Chapter 48

“I heard it’s a party everyone wants to go to!”

Unfortunately, there wasn’t a trace of ill intent in Lise and Marien’s recommendation. And what they said wasn’t entirely wrong either. Even if they pretended otherwise, the hypocritical nobles of Belgar all wanted to be invited to Madam Carnival’s summer garden.

The invitation sent to her had a somewhat unusual dress code that said ‘dress as a man,’ but even that felt like something fun.

In the fairy tales Eleanor had read as a child, things like masked balls often appeared, so she was even excited at the thought that she could experience something like that herself this time.

Naive and innocent Eleanor Nielsen didn’t sense anything strange at all until the moment she put on the mask and stepped into the garden.

The faint, fishy smell coming from somewhere bothered her a little, but even so, the night garden was very beautiful, and the people wearing masks like hers all seemed kind.

It was when she saw a tall, well-built man appear in all-black clothing that she began to feel that something was wrong.

That’s Matthias. It has to be. All of her senses told her so.

Had he recognized her too? Was it alright to greet him?

Thinking that they were playing the same game, for some reason her heart fluttered.

“Mr. Peacock! You’re already hard, oh my, just look at that impressive thing!”

When the host wearing a violet mask said something like that as a joke and laughter burst out among the crowd, Eleanor’s head began to spin.

Only then did she end up looking at someone else’s crotch, something she hadn’t even paid attention to before. The bulging shape pressing against tight trousers.

When she checked her brooch, she almost fainted on the spot. The fact that she was a hunter and Matthias was a beast made her head swim.

She instinctively chased after Matthias. It wasn’t because she wanted to hunt him, but because, in her dizzy state, she somehow felt that she had to protect him, the one marked as prey.

Like the rat of Brynhill she once was, Eleanor skillfully slipped through the maze this way and that. And when that woman called Madam Whatever began to take off her clothes and tried to do this and that to Matthias, the protective instinct inside her exploded.

I have to save Matthias, I have to help him!

It was an action driven by nothing but that thought. And yet now, she had become the one who needed help.

“Hh… Matthi, Matthias… my body is too….”

Below felt hot and unbearably itchy. Her legs kept tangling, and heat rose throughout her entire body. Like drinking seawater out of thirst, the more she pressed her thighs together, the more sensitive and intense the sensation became. It felt like her body might swell and burst at any moment.

Matthias quickly checked Eleanor’s condition.

When he touched the back of her neck, her pulse was excessively fast, and her entire body was burning as if set aflame. It was clear that she had inhaled too much of the scent from the beginning, causing an extreme reaction.

Damn it, he ground out a curse between his teeth as he thought about what a delayed antidote could leave behind in the body. How was it treated again? He needed to call someone and get out of here immediately—

“Lips….”

“What?”

“Please… kiss me… Hh….”

As if unable to bear it, Eleanor began unfastening the buttons of her shirt as though tearing them off. The woman, her face flushed red, looked to be in agony.

“My lips… quickly….”

She grabbed hold of Matthias’s cravat. Pulled down helplessly, his face soon met her soft, burning lips.

Eleanor wrapped her arms around Matthias’s neck. Just as they had done before, she parted her lips right away and pushed her tongue inside. Though he was still stiff and unresponsive, she busily rubbed and licked against him with her own. The man’s saliva felt cool and sweet, as if it were soothing her heat-flushed body.

Even as the small, brazen thing pushed in and stirred his mouth recklessly, Matthias couldn’t reject her. Rather, without realizing it, he hurried to respond to her bites, matching her rhythm.

Along with the chirping of insects, for a moment, only the wet sound of their lips mixing with each other spread thickly.

It’s not enough, it’s not enough.

“Haa… hurry….”

When their lips parted, Eleanor whimpered. She had never, ever acted this spoiled toward anyone. There had never been anyone who would accept it.

But at this moment, Eleanor clung to him, whining for him to do something to her quickly. It wasn’t that she had completely lost her senses to the scent, nor that she didn’t know who her partner was.

Because it was Matthias. Somehow, she believed he would accept all of this and take care of it somehow. That kind of trust had already taken root within her.

“I’ll do it, I… I’ll do it….”

Matthias clenched his tingling fist tightly.

This was an indecent outdoor setting, and on top of that, it was a place deliberately arranged for acts like this. Setting aside the impropriety, he found the woman’s condition deeply troubling.

‘Is it right to take a woman who’s intoxicated?’

Drunk on alcohol, drunk on drugs. The people he despised most were those who took advantage of another’s impaired judgment. There were always scoundrels who acted when a woman was drunk, regardless of status.

He felt a trace of regret. If only the woman hadn’t been intoxicated. If only she had asked him to hold her without being affected by something like this scent.

However, he was, after all, a gentleman. He straightened his body and held the woman’s slight shoulders, making her sit up.

“…If this is because you’re affected by the drug, if you endure it just a little—”

From what he could recall, the scent had no addictive properties. It would enter the body temporarily and then fade with time, so if she endured her current state a little longer, it would pass.

“I want to see Your Grace’s cock!”

“What?”

The woman’s bold remark cut him off mid-sentence.

“Ah, you said you’d show me earlier….”

“Why? Didn’t you also want to see my cock get hard at least once?”

“I want to see it, so I….”

With trembling hands, the woman fumbled at the arrow brooch pinned to the front of her chest. Then, holding it unsteadily, she tapped it against the blue hawk pinned to Matthias’s chest.

“I… hunted you….”

Whether to strip you or roast you, I’ll be the one to consume you.

At that double meaning, the thin thread of rational judgment that had barely been holding Matthias together snapped.

He pressed the woman down onto the soft grass and spoke low. It was a restraint only in form.

“Are you sure you won’t regret this?”

About spending the night intoxicated by the scent. To be honest, he was the one growing more impatient now. That she might pull away.

The woman met his gaze with eyes blurred by sensation and parted her heated lips.

“I told you… I don’t regret… the moment….”

“You… do you even know who I am?”

He wanted her to remember that it was him, no one else. That it wasn’t because of the drug, but because it was him that she wanted this desperately. Ridiculously, in this moment, Matthias wanted to confirm that.

“…Matthias… Nielsen….”

He was devoured. The prey devoured the hunter. The beast, the pursuer.

Where had the hesitation from just moments ago gone? Matthias’s tongue moved obscenely, stirring deep inside the woman. His large hand dropped straight down to the buckle of her trousers.

The feeling of undoing trousers similar to his own, made for a man, was strangely erotic. Matthias pulled his lips away and rose, shrugging off his jacket.

He spread it beneath the woman’s hips, then stripped off her trousers. As the loose fabric was pushed away, slender, long legs shone pale under the moonlight.

Between her thighs, faint pink down lay neatly. Swallowing dryly, Matthias quickly pulled off his own trousers, and his fully erect cock sprang free with a dull bounce.

Despite the scent that had filled the air all along, despite Madam Carnival’s exposed body, it hadn’t reacted at all. Yet the moment it touched the woman, it swelled as if it had been waiting.

“Well? Now that you’ve gotten your wish and seen my cock hard, what do you think?”

As he teased, asking for her impression, the woman twisted her body and let out a small moan.

Suppressing his impatience, he stroked himself. There was no time to spare. Now, more than the woman intoxicated by the scent, he himself was the one in a hurry.

Her slender ankles were lifted onto his shoulders. The blunt, mushroom-shaped head, already slick and soaked, pressed at the entrance of the small, drenched opening and slid straight inside.

“Ha, ah! Ngh!”

“Haa…!”

Even without foreplay, his thick length drove into the already wet, slippery interior as if being swallowed whole. The wrinkled inside welcomed him like a savior, clamping tightly around him. A low groan escaped from Matthias’s throat.

The early rush of climax struck his balls, but Matthias clenched his teeth. Without hesitation, he began to move his hips. The woman immediately answered with a broken cry.

“Hah, ah, ngh, ah, haa… ah, ngh, mm…!”

Fluid followed his length as it slid in and out. From where they were joined, the obscene, wet sounds of flesh against flesh spread thickly.

Behind the shadowed bushes, there were no walls, no roof. Beneath the bright moonlight, they tangled together like secret lovers, lost in each other.

“Haa… ha… ah….”

“Hn, ahh!”

Eleanor’s inside was especially hot and tight, making it feel as though he would reach the end in no time. He clenched his teeth over and over to hold back. For some reason, the desire to not stop this movement, this night, simmered within him.

“Ahh…! Ngh!”

Eleanor’s toes curled. Like a stream of cool, sweet water pouring into a throat that felt like it would burn to death, the pleasure spreading from below finally made her feel as though she could live.

At some point, the steady rhythm of the man’s hips ignited. As he pulled back like pounding a mortar and drove forward again at once, the rapid movement made her lower belly tighten sharply—

“Ahh! Ah, ah!”

“Ugh.”

For the first time, Matthias spilled himself inside Eleanor’s body. The climax came so sudden and overwhelming that he couldn’t prepare or calculate anything, and he let himself go.

Pregnancy, marriage, a year, a contract—none of those words even crossed his mind. He pulled her close, holding the trembling body that tightened and loosened around him, repeating its contractions. Until the very last drop was spent, he buried himself deeper and thrust his hips.

Thinking her moans and breath unbearably sweet.

Until the deep night was left with nothing but the sound of insects.