Maylily - Chapter 56

Between her trembling thighs, clear fluid streamed down like spilled water. Maylily’s breath came in ragged gasps, her vision flickering and sharpening again like a wavering lantern flame.

Ironically, the deeper she sank into the intensifying pleasure, the more unbearable her thirst grew.

Hurry… someone, please do something about this heat that’s pooling deep inside….

Just as Maylily began to grow desperate, instinctively craving something more, the count brushed back his bangs and lifted his upper body. Beneath his straight brow, his eyes—dark as a burning midnight sea—focused solely on her. From his glossy lips came a low, breathless murmur that tickled her ear.

In that moment, Hugh cast away every messy thought and emotion that had plagued him and filled himself entirely with her. The feeling was unspeakably satisfying. Maylily exhaled as if releasing a breath she could no longer hold.

“I like you.”

“….”

The count, his hand paused on the front button of his trousers, slowly lifted his gaze and stared blankly at Maylily’s flushed cheeks and feverish eyes. The dim light filtering through the window reflected the vivid emotion within them. His Adam’s apple moved sharply beneath the ascot tie that peeked out from his vest.

Even without an answer, it was fine. Gathering her courage once more, Maylily spoke again, her heart overflowing more than ever.

“I… like you so much, Hugh.”

Finally voicing his name aloud, the sound brushed her tongue and lips like a soft breeze. She liked how it felt, so much that she wanted to say it again and again.

“….”

The count slowly closed his eyes and opened them again, as if tasting the name she had called. Beneath his lashes, his gaze seemed to burn like the summer sun or freeze cold like the winter wind.

Sensing something wrong in his prolonged silence, faint unease flickered in Maylily’s eyes. In the next moment, Hugh flipped her body over with startling ease, as if she were made of paper.

“C-Count?”

Caught off guard, Maylily turned her head halfway, her voice filled with confusion. Without a word, the count’s hot hands gripped her slender waist and lifted her up.

“Raise your arms, Maylily.”

His voice was as smooth as a melody, in contrast to the forceful way he handled her. Not knowing what was happening, Maylily hesitantly obeyed his command.

Now on her knees and leaning forward on the bed, her body was bent as Hugh spread her buttocks apart.

“Ah, no….”

Maylily barely managed to swallow the words that threatened to spill from her lips.

“…Should I stop?”

He gripped her buttock tightly, kneading it in his palm. The motion felt like a warning: move forward or stop here; there was no third choice.

Swallowing hard, Maylily bit her lip, then released it. If she wanted to end that degrading engagement once and for all, it had to be tonight.

“No. Keep… going.”

The moment she gave permission, the count’s fingers slipped between her thighs. Overcome by shame even the darkness couldn’t conceal, Maylily squeezed her eyes shut.

As the sensation grew sharper, she let out a short moan and her hips jerked. Then, the long finger traced her entrance as if marking its destination. Soon, the count pressed the blunt tip of his member against that spot and attempted to enter.

“Hhnngh.”

Before it even began, the pain hit. Maylily groaned, her fingers digging into the sheets until the bones on her hands stood out. The count stroked her back gently, as if to soothe her.

“Relax.”

“…Yes, Count.”

With a trembling voice, Maylily answered obediently. As she exhaled deeply and relaxed her body, a hot, thick shaft scraped against her inner walls and entered.

“Ah!”

A scream tore from her throat at the pain that felt like she was being split apart. She tried to crawl forward, pushing with her trembling arms, but her instinctive attempt to escape was immediately stopped.

“Stay still, Maylily.”

Gripping both sides of her hips, Hugh pulled her back toward him and thrust deeper inside with brutal force.

“Ahhh!”

Her scream, higher and sharper than before, echoed as her body stiffened with tension and fear. Her narrow, wet inner walls clenched around Hugh’s shaft as if trying to hold him in place.

Only half of him was inside, yet the pleasure already poured over him like a storm. Hugh furrowed his brows, letting out a rough groan.

“C-Count, please… slower….”

Despite her pleading voice, her hot, slick flesh pulsed around him, sucking him in as if urging him on. Losing every shred of patience, Hugh thrust his hips upward hard, burying himself to the very end.

“Ah…!”

A strangled sound escaped Maylily’s lips as her elbows buckled beneath her. Her head and shoulders collapsed limply onto the bed. Covering her mouth with trembling hands, she choked back her cries as tears streamed from her eyes.

Hugh reached down and touched the place where their bodies joined, where her raised hips exposed the connection between them. The tight, trembling heat of her body was so intoxicating that his vision blurred. The ecstasy of finally claiming her only fanned his hunger for more.

Panting through his excitement, Hugh began to move before Maylily could even regain her balance, driving his hips back and forth.

In the bedroom, now completely swallowed by the night, Maylily’s soft moans tangled with Hugh’s rough, heavy breathing.

“Ah… ahh….”

Unable to endure the relentless thrusts from behind, Maylily’s body was pushed forward little by little. Pausing for a moment, Hugh seized her arms and pulled them behind her back. Her slender wrists were bound completely within his large hand as her arched waist bent like a drawn bow.

Admiring the smooth lines of her body, beautiful as a sculpture, Hugh felt a surge of satisfaction and began moving again, harder than before.

By their second joining, Maylily accepted him more easily. The cries that had once been nothing but screams now turned into moans of shared rhythm.

Her tearful, pleading whimpers weren’t unpleasant either, but he preferred this—the sound of her voice singing in pleasure. A woman with such a beautiful voice made even her cries sound melodic.

Her large breasts swayed freely with his rhythm, the curves of her body gleaming faintly. The white sheets beneath them were already stained with the traces of his release.

When their first union ended and the lights filled the room again, Maylily lay limp, her body drenched in sweat and tears. Seeing her tear-streaked face, Hugh understood immediately.

She’s heard about the engagement with Viscount Dawson.

Only now did the pieces fall into place—the sight of Maylily quietly swallowing her tears, begging him to hold her, and enduring the pain so desperately.

If Victor Heywood had been closing in on his goal, it was now Hugh’s turn to ruin it.

Once the truth came to light, he would have no reason to ever face Maylily again. So he resolved not to leave even the smallest trace of attachment behind.

When this revenge ends, everything will return to its place.

“Haa….”

Letting out a deep, low sigh, Hugh unleashed the desire that kept surging within him, pouring it violently into her body. His breath came out like a growl against her reddened lips.

After a long series of rhythmic movements, Hugh pulled Maylily’s arms back with force, and her light body was dragged helplessly into him like a doll. As her upper body tilted upward, the deeper angle drew a sharp, broken cry from her lips.

“Ah! It’s—too deep… ahh!”

Cutting off her words with another hard thrust, Hugh gripped one of her breasts roughly with one hand. The nipple caught between his fingers was mercilessly teased as their hips crashed together, wild and unrestrained.

Her cries grew higher, her breathing rougher, while Hugh’s thrusts became even more feverish, driving them both toward another climax.

***

Amid the messy traces of their wild lovemaking engraved upon the wrinkled sheets, Maylily collapsed as if fainting. By the time they reached their final coupling—one she had lost count of—she was in a half-conscious state, barely able to open her eyes.

He thought he heard her small, pleading voice whisper “please stop” once, twice, perhaps more. Yet Hugh paid no mind and continued to spill his lust again and again.

Only after driving the woman to her very limits did he finally step down from the bed. Staring blankly at the body ruined by the marks and fluids he had left through the night, Hugh covered her with the blanket with an indifferent hand.

The sky outside the window, where the moon had vanished, lingered at the border between night and dawn. The silence that filled the room made the intense moments from just before seem like nothing but a fleeting dream.

It didn’t take Hugh long to straighten his clothes after turning away from the window. Aside from the sweat-soaked shirt and the faint stains on the inside of his trousers, he looked no different from when he had first arrived. The same would be true for this relationship.

Before leaving the bedroom, Hugh pulled all the bills from his wallet and tossed them onto the side table beside the bed. It was his final farewell to Maylily, now that he had rid himself of everything.