072. The Mean Son of a Dick
Emilia was running frantically along the mound. Coming from behind is Beppy Dilson.
"Get away from my sister, now!"
Hardius held the cat in one hand and quietly looked at Emilia, who was madly angry.
She grabbed Charlotte's arm and pulled him away.
"Charlotte Bern! Go home."
"But my sister..."
"There is no such thing as a 'but'. Go home!"
Charlotte was stunned and could not keep her mouth shut. She knew that her sister had been standing up a lot lately, but it was too bad.
"Why are you so angry? I just wanted to show him Moria."
"He is a very busy person, so he is not interested in cats. I don't want to argue with you, so come here."
"I don't like it."
“...Listen."
"What's wrong?!"
Charlotte almost cried. Still, Emilia didn't soften at all and went straight back to Beppy.
"Uncle. Will you take Charlot with you?"
"Sister!"
"Stop!"
The sound makes Charlotte and Beppy flinch.
"Calm down."
Hardius interjected into the frozen atmosphere. He knelt before Charlotte and said softly.
Emilia was running frantically along the mound. Coming from behind is Beppy Dilson.
"Get away from my sister, now!"
Hardius held the cat in one hand and quietly looked at Emilia, who was madly angry.
She grabbed Charlotte's arm and pulled him away.
"Charlotte Bern! Go home."
"But my sister..."
"There is no such thing as a 'but'. Go home!"
Charlotte was stunned and could not keep her mouth shut. She knew that her sister had been standing up a lot lately, but it was too bad.
"Why are you so angry? I just wanted to show him Moria."
"He is a very busy person, so he is not interested in cats. I don't want to argue with you, so come here."
"I don't like it."
“...Listen."
"What's wrong?!"
Charlotte almost cried. Still, Emilia didn't soften at all and went straight back to Beppy.
"Uncle. Will you take Charlot with you?"
"Sister!"
"Stop!"
The sound makes Charlotte and Beppy flinch.
"Calm down."
Hardius interjected into the frozen atmosphere. He knelt before Charlotte and said softly.
“Don’t be upset. She’s just mad at me, not you. Can you give me a moment to talk to her alone?”
Charlotte nodded, tears welling up in her eyes.
Hardius ignored Emilia, who was glaring at him as if she were going to kill him, and approached Beppy Dilson.
“Put this guy on the carriage. Tell Roan to take good care of him.”
Emilia then noticed the cat and flinched. Long, elegant fingers were grasping the poor little creature in a fierce grip.
“Why? Are you trying to raise it? I thought you were going to kill it again.”
Hardius didn't even glance at her whining. He handed the cat over to Beppy and turned back to Charlotte.
“Would you like to come visit my villa next time? I’ll make sure that guy is well-trained.”
Before the words “no” could even escape Emilia’s mouth, Charlotte shouted, “Yes!”
Emilia felt herself blushing in the face of the full trust and joy Charlotte felt for her master.
Barely suppressing her bubbling emotions, Emilia waited for Beppy and Charlotte to move away.
When they were finally alone together, she glared at him as if she was going to kill him.
“I warn you, don’t ever approach my sister again.”
“Do it in moderation.”
Hardius also responded with a cold answer.
“Just right?! Who was it that used and blackmailed Mitch Bern? Are you crazy?!”
“My mind is perfectly normal, but you tend to be too one-sided. Has your family ever really been harmed because of me?”
“You’re saying that now...”
“Your stepmother’s debts have all been paid off, and Mitch Bern is safe. Your sister didn’t want to be alone, so we took a walk together and talked. Is that something to be angry about? Enough to make you want to go on a rampage like this?”
Emilia burst out in laughter in front of such egregious sophistry.
“It’s all thanks to me stripping naked and spreading my legs like a sow in front of you, Master. If I hadn’t done that, my stepmother would have been sold to the slums, and Mitch would have been arrested for treason. What would Charlotte’s face be like if she found out the truth?”
“That’s an exaggeration.”
"Exaggeration?!"
Emilia felt like her eyes were rolling back.
“I did everything you told me to do. So please leave me alone. I’m sick of you. I hate you! I can’t stand the sight of you. You’re disgusting!”
Her resolve to become infinitely cold was forgotten, and her insides were boiling like a furnace again.
Emilia gritted her teeth and diligently searched for another knife to shock the man.
But there's only one thing that comes to mind.
“Follow me.”
Emilia, with her head down and her voice dreary, passed by Hardius coldly. Hardius stared at her back for a moment before slowly walking away.
After a while, they arrived at their destination. Emilia threw open the barn door without looking back.
A squeak, a scream-like sound, and a cloud of dust rose from the straw bales.
Emilia strode inside and suddenly began to unbutton her buttons.
Realizing what she was trying to do, Hardius slowly froze.
It must have been because the destructive emotions had engulfed her mind beyond her heart. Emilia completely lost her reason, just like when she waved the knife in front of the man.
“It’s not closing?”
Hardius's eyes became cold to the point of cruelty.
“Why? You want to do it in front of everyone?”
"Stop."
Emilia never wanted anyone to know that she was shivering. She turned away from him and snapped coldly.
“We definitely made a deal. In exchange for me willingly giving it up like this.”
As soon as she finished speaking, all the buttons were undone, and the collar was open.
“You decided not to touch my family.”
Emilia turned around just like that.
Hardius managed to close the door just before she was exposed to the bright sunlight.
Through the gap in her open collar, her juicy, ripe spot like an apple was barely visible.
Irritation and discomfort tightened around the man's throat.
At the same time, an extremely animalistic reaction also began.
“Put on clothes.”
Cold warnings were of no use.
Emilia was unstoppable. She quickly pulled down the dress that was hanging over her chest and took off her thinly strapped underwear. The man’s hand unconsciously grabbed the tie and loosened it.
Memories of grabbing the beautiful curves with both hands and licking the peaks filled his eyes.
Besides, this is no other place than a barn.
The place where they hid together to avoid the sudden rain. That day, when he tried his best not to look at the woman who was soaking wet...
“Come on. That’s what you came here for.”
Emilia leaned diagonally on a pile of straw, her upper body completely exposed.
It was like a sacrifice. Like a baby animal that was being torn to pieces and left to bleed to death.
“I will remain faithful to my role, so you too, Master, do not cross the line. I repeat, do not approach my family. If you do so one more time, I will really point my sword at you.”
As Emilia spoke each word with emphasis, a passion as vile as anger burned hotly.
Hardius reached for her.
Then he grabbed her gently, all at once. Whenever she urges him to do it right away, she closes her eyes tightly as if she can't stand it.
"I didn't come here to do that. But there's no reason not to eat at the table. I'm despicable, mean, crazy, and perverted. Isn't it?"
The mound was violently crushed and twisted under the man's hand. His breathing became more and more labored.
"Why? Does this hurt enough to die?"
He sarcastically caressed the pointed part. Unlike the harsh chatter she felt like, her mind was distraught and complicated.
Hr didn't want to hurt her by forcing her to stay. Quite the opposite.
The problem is that his knowledge of women's bodies is too superficial. He has no experience except for Emilia. Perhaps people like Nathan Malvin are much more skilled in leading her into the world of pleasure.
The moment the thought reached it, another fire of anger flared up in Hardius's heart.
When will I be able to shake off that damn bastard?
Hardius looked down at the woman lying like a martyr and tried to calm her.
He traced back to a few moments when Emilia didn't complain of pain. And he put it into practice right away.
"Oh... Ugh!"
When he wrapped it around his tongue and sucked it hard, she flailed roughly.
"I... just do it. Please!"
Emilia pleaded like last night.
Hardius resisted the urge to bite her teeth and kept thinking of ways not to hurt her.
The conclusion was simple and straightforward.
Holding back the downstairs that reacts heavily.
Hardius put his hand between her legs.
The caressing touch gradually becomes rough and deep, and it turns inward.
Emilia freaked out and tried to push his hand away.
"Shall I tie you up? Do you want that?"
Her blue pupils hardened with shock.
“You said you would stay true to your role?”
The strength in her hand that had been blocking his hand slowly released. Hardius did not rush. He simply patiently led her away.
“Stop it... Please...”
Emilia turned pale, frightened by the unfamiliar act.
Hardius was encouraged by the fact that at least she wasn't complaining of pain. And he boldly put a lot of strength into his wrist.
"Ah!"
A hot, wet sensation runs through his hand, accompanied by a sharp scream. He can't tell if it hurts or not.
For the first time, Hardius regretted not going along with the wild behavior of his schoolmates, who took girls whenever they had the chance.
If he had been hanging out with experienced women, at least he wouldn't be struggling like he is now, unable to figure out what to do.
“There’s nothing I can do, Emilia. You’re the only one who makes me like this. So you have to endure it.”
He whispered in her ear and waited quietly without moving forward or retreating. The desire to poke and stir was pushing the man to his limit.
“If it hurts, tell me.”
Emilia trembled and stubbornly kept her mouth shut.
“Tell me, you fucking idiot...”
After struggling to think, he finally couldn't hold it in any longer and slowly moved his hands again.
“But you’ll never tell, right? You’ll bite your tongue and hold it in, and then hit me in the back of the head like an incarnation of revenge. Right?”
The tightly shut eyelids fluttered open, revealing bright blue eyes. At that moment, Hardius instinctively realized.
There was at least no pain or suffering in the eyes that were burning with anger. As his actions gradually gained confidence, they became rougher and rougher.
“You are... really... a vile son of a bitch.”
Emilia fought fiercely, biting the back of her hand with her teeth. She was fighting against the intense sensation caused by the strange intruder that had entered her body.
Charlotte nodded, tears welling up in her eyes.
Hardius ignored Emilia, who was glaring at him as if she were going to kill him, and approached Beppy Dilson.
“Put this guy on the carriage. Tell Roan to take good care of him.”
Emilia then noticed the cat and flinched. Long, elegant fingers were grasping the poor little creature in a fierce grip.
“Why? Are you trying to raise it? I thought you were going to kill it again.”
Hardius didn't even glance at her whining. He handed the cat over to Beppy and turned back to Charlotte.
“Would you like to come visit my villa next time? I’ll make sure that guy is well-trained.”
Before the words “no” could even escape Emilia’s mouth, Charlotte shouted, “Yes!”
Emilia felt herself blushing in the face of the full trust and joy Charlotte felt for her master.
Barely suppressing her bubbling emotions, Emilia waited for Beppy and Charlotte to move away.
When they were finally alone together, she glared at him as if she was going to kill him.
“I warn you, don’t ever approach my sister again.”
“Do it in moderation.”
Hardius also responded with a cold answer.
“Just right?! Who was it that used and blackmailed Mitch Bern? Are you crazy?!”
“My mind is perfectly normal, but you tend to be too one-sided. Has your family ever really been harmed because of me?”
“You’re saying that now...”
“Your stepmother’s debts have all been paid off, and Mitch Bern is safe. Your sister didn’t want to be alone, so we took a walk together and talked. Is that something to be angry about? Enough to make you want to go on a rampage like this?”
Emilia burst out in laughter in front of such egregious sophistry.
“It’s all thanks to me stripping naked and spreading my legs like a sow in front of you, Master. If I hadn’t done that, my stepmother would have been sold to the slums, and Mitch would have been arrested for treason. What would Charlotte’s face be like if she found out the truth?”
“That’s an exaggeration.”
"Exaggeration?!"
Emilia felt like her eyes were rolling back.
“I did everything you told me to do. So please leave me alone. I’m sick of you. I hate you! I can’t stand the sight of you. You’re disgusting!”
Her resolve to become infinitely cold was forgotten, and her insides were boiling like a furnace again.
Emilia gritted her teeth and diligently searched for another knife to shock the man.
But there's only one thing that comes to mind.
“Follow me.”
Emilia, with her head down and her voice dreary, passed by Hardius coldly. Hardius stared at her back for a moment before slowly walking away.
After a while, they arrived at their destination. Emilia threw open the barn door without looking back.
A squeak, a scream-like sound, and a cloud of dust rose from the straw bales.
Emilia strode inside and suddenly began to unbutton her buttons.
Realizing what she was trying to do, Hardius slowly froze.
It must have been because the destructive emotions had engulfed her mind beyond her heart. Emilia completely lost her reason, just like when she waved the knife in front of the man.
“It’s not closing?”
Hardius's eyes became cold to the point of cruelty.
“Why? You want to do it in front of everyone?”
"Stop."
Emilia never wanted anyone to know that she was shivering. She turned away from him and snapped coldly.
“We definitely made a deal. In exchange for me willingly giving it up like this.”
As soon as she finished speaking, all the buttons were undone, and the collar was open.
“You decided not to touch my family.”
Emilia turned around just like that.
Hardius managed to close the door just before she was exposed to the bright sunlight.
Through the gap in her open collar, her juicy, ripe spot like an apple was barely visible.
Irritation and discomfort tightened around the man's throat.
At the same time, an extremely animalistic reaction also began.
“Put on clothes.”
Cold warnings were of no use.
Emilia was unstoppable. She quickly pulled down the dress that was hanging over her chest and took off her thinly strapped underwear. The man’s hand unconsciously grabbed the tie and loosened it.
Memories of grabbing the beautiful curves with both hands and licking the peaks filled his eyes.
Besides, this is no other place than a barn.
The place where they hid together to avoid the sudden rain. That day, when he tried his best not to look at the woman who was soaking wet...
“Come on. That’s what you came here for.”
Emilia leaned diagonally on a pile of straw, her upper body completely exposed.
It was like a sacrifice. Like a baby animal that was being torn to pieces and left to bleed to death.
“I will remain faithful to my role, so you too, Master, do not cross the line. I repeat, do not approach my family. If you do so one more time, I will really point my sword at you.”
As Emilia spoke each word with emphasis, a passion as vile as anger burned hotly.
Hardius reached for her.
Then he grabbed her gently, all at once. Whenever she urges him to do it right away, she closes her eyes tightly as if she can't stand it.
"I didn't come here to do that. But there's no reason not to eat at the table. I'm despicable, mean, crazy, and perverted. Isn't it?"
The mound was violently crushed and twisted under the man's hand. His breathing became more and more labored.
"Why? Does this hurt enough to die?"
He sarcastically caressed the pointed part. Unlike the harsh chatter she felt like, her mind was distraught and complicated.
Hr didn't want to hurt her by forcing her to stay. Quite the opposite.
The problem is that his knowledge of women's bodies is too superficial. He has no experience except for Emilia. Perhaps people like Nathan Malvin are much more skilled in leading her into the world of pleasure.
The moment the thought reached it, another fire of anger flared up in Hardius's heart.
When will I be able to shake off that damn bastard?
Hardius looked down at the woman lying like a martyr and tried to calm her.
He traced back to a few moments when Emilia didn't complain of pain. And he put it into practice right away.
"Oh... Ugh!"
When he wrapped it around his tongue and sucked it hard, she flailed roughly.
"I... just do it. Please!"
Emilia pleaded like last night.
Hardius resisted the urge to bite her teeth and kept thinking of ways not to hurt her.
The conclusion was simple and straightforward.
Holding back the downstairs that reacts heavily.
Hardius put his hand between her legs.
The caressing touch gradually becomes rough and deep, and it turns inward.
Emilia freaked out and tried to push his hand away.
"Shall I tie you up? Do you want that?"
Her blue pupils hardened with shock.
“You said you would stay true to your role?”
The strength in her hand that had been blocking his hand slowly released. Hardius did not rush. He simply patiently led her away.
“Stop it... Please...”
Emilia turned pale, frightened by the unfamiliar act.
Hardius was encouraged by the fact that at least she wasn't complaining of pain. And he boldly put a lot of strength into his wrist.
"Ah!"
A hot, wet sensation runs through his hand, accompanied by a sharp scream. He can't tell if it hurts or not.
For the first time, Hardius regretted not going along with the wild behavior of his schoolmates, who took girls whenever they had the chance.
If he had been hanging out with experienced women, at least he wouldn't be struggling like he is now, unable to figure out what to do.
“There’s nothing I can do, Emilia. You’re the only one who makes me like this. So you have to endure it.”
He whispered in her ear and waited quietly without moving forward or retreating. The desire to poke and stir was pushing the man to his limit.
“If it hurts, tell me.”
Emilia trembled and stubbornly kept her mouth shut.
“Tell me, you fucking idiot...”
After struggling to think, he finally couldn't hold it in any longer and slowly moved his hands again.
“But you’ll never tell, right? You’ll bite your tongue and hold it in, and then hit me in the back of the head like an incarnation of revenge. Right?”
The tightly shut eyelids fluttered open, revealing bright blue eyes. At that moment, Hardius instinctively realized.
There was at least no pain or suffering in the eyes that were burning with anger. As his actions gradually gained confidence, they became rougher and rougher.
“You are... really... a vile son of a bitch.”
Emilia fought fiercely, biting the back of her hand with her teeth. She was fighting against the intense sensation caused by the strange intruder that had entered her body.
"Bad bastard..."
Regardless of the harsh insults, the front of her eyes turns white and the hot sensation runs up her spine to the crown of bet head.
"Oh... Please... stop..."
It is useless to beg for breath. The pleasure speeds up and penetrates incredibly deeply.
Like being crucified, like being skewered, Emilia writhed. A noise that she never wanted to know is echoing. Her waist lifted. The muscles of the whole body tightened in one place all at once.
"Hah!"
With a tingling sensation in front of her eyes, Emilia soared high into the sky. Something thrilling penetrated her whole body and made her have a seizure.
Something beyond despair gripped Emilia's heart in the face of intense pleasure she didn't know existed. Then, it exploded.
The intruder, which was embedded like a spike, finally escapes like a tide.
From the man's fingertips to his forearms. The mess that flowed out of the way drove Emilia into extreme shock.
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