Maylily - Chapter 137

“See, it’s nice when you’re honest.”

As if praising her compliant answer, Hugh’s long gaze curved slowly downward as he stroked up and down along Maylily’s spine. Over the years, the lines of his face had grown more defined, adding maturity, yet there was still a freshness that gave him a boyish impression.

Whenever she saw that trace, Maylily inevitably returned to being the nineteen-year-old girl who first met him. Her heart began to pound all over again.

As expected….

“Mm… I like it. I like it so much.”

Maylily murmured as she stared blankly at her husband in the mirror.

At that, Hugh let out a low laugh and swept back his sweat-damp bangs. The firm muscles along his arms, shoulders, and chest traced strong, smooth lines. The way sweat beaded and gave him a faint sheen made him look almost too beautiful to belong to this world.

“Then, shall we continue what we were doing?”

As if entranced, Maylily slowly nodded. Hugh kissed the crown of her head and began moving his hips again. As the speed and force increased, her breasts, marked with reddish spots like scattered petals, swayed roughly. The sound of items rolling around inside the dressing table drawer rang in her ears.

Even on their wedding night, when they made love like this, they knocked all the cosmetics and perfume off the dressing table and shattered them on the floor. The lingering scent had been overwhelming for quite some time. And when Alice later brought new items, the subtle smile on her face was so embarrassing she nearly lost her mind.

After that, she stored everything in the drawer just in case. But it didn’t seem like a very safe method either. It really shouldn’t break again….

“Mm, Hugh, just a little… sl, slow….”

At Maylily’s anxious plea, Hugh’s pace softened rapidly. She felt grateful for the consideration for only a moment. Soon, Maylily realized her mistake.

Hugh was moving leisurely, stirring between Maylily’s legs in a careless way. Each time his thick, hot length rubbed and scraped against her sensitive spots, her stomach tingled and her limbs twitched. But that was all.

The pleasure that had been rushing toward its peak faltered at an uncertain point. Like water that stops heating just before it reaches its boiling point.

Her body flushed with heat, Maylily lifted her head with ragged breaths, her hips trembling. In the mirror, Hugh met her eyes, smiling teasingly as if amused by her struggling state.

This was clearly not consideration, but mischief. Hugh, who knew very well that Maylily felt especially embarrassed exposing her buttocks like this, deliberately kept her in this position. And on top of that, he was teasing her.

It seemed this was because she promised to go to him last night but ended up falling asleep in Dylan’s bedroom.

Maylily tried to read Dylan a fairy tale every night when he went to bed. She wanted to make up, even a little, for the time she still couldn’t spend enough with him during the day.

Dylan, who had been intelligent since he was a baby, learned faster than other children his age, so he was taught using adult-level books filled with text, like Maylily’s own materials. Even so, at bedtime, he would hold out a fairy tale book to Maylily and cling to her, asking her to read it to him.

Yesterday, Maylily became the monster chasing the protagonist in the fairy tale and made strange voices, and Dylan burst into laughter. Thinking of that innocent face, a smile slipped out without her realizing it.

Hugh must have looked just like that when he was little.

Thinking that, even the husband’s mischief that embarrassed her felt endearing.

“Looks like you’re thinking of something pleasant?”

Hugh, who had been staring at Maylily lost in her own thoughts, stopped moving his hips and asked softly. The thick arm wrapped around her waist easily lifted her upper body.

With the sudden change in position, Hugh’s penis drove in all the way to the root, piercing deep inside her. Maylily reflexively frowned and let out a short moan, then a faint smile slowly returned to her lips.

“Dylan… because of him. When I read to him yesterday, the way he laughed was, mm, so adorable….”

Hugh pressed his lips along Maylily’s smooth shoulder, occasionally nodding as if listening. All the while, he didn’t take his eyes off Maylily in the mirror for even a moment.

“That’s interesting.”

A reddish tint lingered around his half-lidded eyes, and a suggestive smile formed at the corner of his lips. At that sight, Maylily’s heart, already racing wildly, began to pound even more uncontrollably. Heated breaths spilled from her slightly parted lips.

“Isn’t it? Even if he seems mature, in the end a child is st….”

Hugh’s hand, his lips pressed to the nape of Maylily’s pale neck, slid down over her delicate collarbone and suddenly grabbed her full breast.

“Haa….”

“To have the leisure to think of something else at a moment like this. It seems I’ve been too lenient with you.”

“Th-that’s because you….”

“Look forward to it, Maylily.”

His long fingers, joints slightly pronounced, softly traced over her pink areola before twisting her swollen nipple back and forth. A sharp thrill spread across her chest.

“Hngh.”

“From now on, I’ll fill your body and your mind with nothing but me.”

Gripping Maylily’s hips as she twisted her waist, Hugh pulled back until the head of his penis caught at her entrance, then thrust deep inside. Thud. Thud. Thud. Each violent motion sent waves of pleasure surging through her core. The colorful light of summer blooming before her eyes shimmered over those waves.

“Ahh, ah… Hugh! Mm….”

Her cries rose higher, seeping between the rattling sounds of the dressing table. As her inner walls, soaked with juice, clung tightly and squeezed his penis, the composure gradually faded from Hugh’s gaze. A furrow formed between his brows, and the intervals of his rough breaths spilling from his lips grew shorter.

At times, Hugh had sex that drove his partner relentlessly with almost brutal intensity. Even if the passion was overwhelming, Maylily never once disliked it. A desire strong enough to shatter all formality and decorum. It always made her feel his passion and affection.

The waves of pleasure surging through her stomach rose higher and higher, until they finally swallowed Maylily’s vision in white. At the same time, Hugh, seized by trembling, let out a rough groan that scraped his throat and pulled Maylily tightly into his arms.

Exhausted to the point she couldn’t stand on her own, Maylily leaned quietly against Hugh. From his broad body radiating heat came a faint blue scent. Feeling a sense of comfort from the strong heartbeat against her back, she slowly closed her eyes.

Hugh lowered his head and nibbled lightly at the shell of her ear for a moment before whispering softly, “You can’t fall asleep already. That was just the interest so far.”

At the words she couldn’t quite understand, Maylily struggled to lift her heavy eyelids.

“Interest…?”

Under her golden lashes, her hazy eyes filled entirely with Hugh. As he quietly looked down at her, he smiled without a word and lifted Maylily up in his arms. Soon, as her body was laid down on the bed, a blue scent began to ripple over her. The distant sound of waves echoed in her ears for a long time.

***

Deborah and Dylan sat facing each other at the long table covered with a pure white linen tablecloth. Even though warm sunlight filled the dining room, which had fewer people present than usual, there was a somewhat empty feeling in the air.

“Now, let’s eat.”

“Yes, Grandmother.”

As Deborah began her meal first, Dylan followed and picked up his spoon. The Everscourt family crest engraved smoothly on the handle gleamed silver. After taking a spoonful of clear chicken consommé, Deborah glanced across at Dylan.

Hugh and Maylily hadn’t appeared for meals since yesterday evening. According to Alice, who became the Countess’s personal maid after their wedding, the two went into Maylily’s bedroom together late yesterday afternoon. It seemed they hadn’t come out since then.

It’s understandable since they’re newlyweds…. Still, it felt a bit awkward to face Dylan like this. As Deborah met Dylan’s eyes while he wiped his mouth with a napkin, she hid her thoughts behind a calm smile.

“It seems your father and mother have something keeping them busy, so don’t feel disappointed.”

“They must be praying to God to send me a younger sibling. So I’m fine, Grandmother.”

The hand Deborah used to tear her bread paused midair. Even she, who was rarely shaken by others’ words, felt quite flustered by the innocent remark of a child who knew nothing of such matters. She dismissed all the servants attending the meal and lowered her voice slightly as she asked.

“What did you just say, Dylan?”

Dylan, who had been eating his consommé, frowned as if he’d tasted something unpleasant, then quickly smoothed his expression and answered.

“I said Father and Mother are praying.”

“Did your father say that?”

“Yes. When I said recently that I wanted a younger sibling, he said both of them need to pray together for God to send a baby. He said it’s a very sacred matter, so it must not be disturbed by others. Not even family. So until Father says otherwise, I decided not to go to their bedroom.”

No matter how clever he is, telling a child something like that already…. Deborah was so taken aback she couldn’t find words, and Dylan tilted his head as he looked at her.