Charlotte - Chapter 10 (M)

It was a collision that happened without her realizing it. Her lips were only parted violently without even screaming. Her thighs were shaking.

It wasn’t her throat that was blocked, but rather she couldn’t breathe. It felt like her body was split in half. It was nothing compared to her lips being torn apart.

It felt like she had been hit in the stomach. A dull pain spread from her tightly opened insides.

A choked whimper slipped from Charlotte’s lips moments later. And then, everything moved at a relentless pace.

“Ah—! Hngh! Ahh!”

Each time Leo drove into her, a faint outline appeared beneath the thin skin of her lower abdomen, pressing against her from the inside before vanishing again. It felt as though, before long, he might tear right through her.

Charlotte’s hand instinctively moved to her abdomen, as if to check if her skin remained intact. But before she could even process the thought, Leo yanked her waist toward him, pressing in so deeply it felt as though he might climb inside her.

The last bit of space between them vanished completely.

“Haa—ahh!”

A cry, caught between a scream and a moan, burst from her lips. Something deep inside her was being crushed, reshaped—pushed beyond its limits. This was the very end of the line. There was nowhere left to go.

And yet, Leo pressed forward still, as if convinced he could go even deeper.

“N-no… Ah…!”

No more.

Leo, you can’t. Not anymore.

Words remained trapped inside her mouth, unsaid, while clear saliva slipped past her lips, dripping down.

Charlotte clawed weakly at the sofa, trying to inch forward.

It wasn’t that she wanted to pull away from Leo—not when she had finally reached him. She simply needed a moment, just a fraction of space, to ease the unbearable intensity of their connection.

“Haa—ahh!”

But it was futile. No matter how much she struggled, there was no escaping Leo’s unyielding grasp.

His strong hands clamped around her slender waist, holding her firmly in place as he pushed forward again, refusing to yield.

For a moment, she swore she felt something inside her give way—stretching, opening where she had thought no more space existed.

And then, warmth spilled between them, their bodies pressed so tightly together that not even the slightest gap remained.

“Aah… hnnngh…!”

It didn’t take long to figure out who was responsible.

Charlotte nearly roared, the sound tearing from her throat despite her desperate attempt to bite down on her lips. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t swallow the raw cries spilling out.

Her entire body trembled uncontrollably, as if she had lost all command over herself.

And inside, the very part of her that had taken Leo in was no different—clenching and releasing in relentless waves, shuddering around him.

Leo let out a breathless chuckle.

“Ha… Haha. Seriously…”

Leo’s laugh was unreadable, its meaning lost on her.

Before Charlotte could even process it, he slid his arms beneath her slender waist, pulling her upright just as her body threatened to collapse. And without the slightest warning, he began to move again.

“Ah! Hah—ahh!”

His rigid length struck deep inside her without restraint, pounding against her walls with no rhythm—only raw intensity. Before long, a searing warmth spread through her core. She could feel it, unmistakable and foreign, filling the space within her.

“Hnn…!”

Charlotte let out a faint, breathless sound, her body stretched unbearably full.

And then, just as suddenly, Leo withdrew, his touch now cool against her overheated skin.

The force of it sent Charlotte forward, her body collapsing completely onto the sofa.

She had no strength left—her limbs refused to move, her entire form utterly drained.

Charlotte remained motionless, too drained to even gather herself.

And then, Leo’s voice cut through the silence—calm, measured, yet all the more humiliating for it.

“Even livestock go through this when the time comes. Surely, you understand now that something like breeding requires no tenderness.”

Breeding.

A cold, indifferent name for what had just transpired.

As if to drive the point home, Leo’s fingers moved between her legs, gathering the semen that had begun to spill out—pressing it back inside her, as if ensuring their union bore the intended result.

Charlotte flinched slightly at his touch, a subtle but undeniable reaction.

Leo didn’t miss it. His voice, briefly interrupted, resumed as he effortlessly flipped her onto her back.

“A woman doesn’t soak herself for a man she no longer wants, does she, Your Highness?”

Crude, indecent words—ones the Leo of the past would have never uttered—now spilled over her like a scalding wave.

But she had no right to question why he spoke to her this way.

After all, she was the one who had made him into the man he was now.

So instead, Charlotte gave a small, quiet nod.

“…That’s—ahh…!”

Before Charlotte could even finish her brief response, Leo’s still-heated length pushed its way back inside her.

The warmth he had left within her spilled over, unable to hold its place, trickling out in thin streams.

As if determined to reclaim it, he immediately began to move again—this time with renewed intensity.

Her walls, stretched so thoroughly just moments ago, acted as if it had never happened, clamping down tightly around him in defiant resistance.

It felt as though everything was starting over from the very beginning.

Her oversensitized flesh, already swollen from the relentless friction, pulsed sharply around him, the sensation so overwhelming it was almost unbearable.

Just moments ago, she had felt like she was losing her mind. Now, she felt like she was dying.

There was no reason for her breathing to be so ragged—nothing was stopping her from taking in air—yet her breath kept faltering, breaking apart in uneven gasps.

Her vision blurred, Leo’s form multiplying before her eyes as if there were two, three of him.

Without realizing it, Charlotte reached out, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. It was a desperate grip, like clinging to a lifeline.

Leo responded by leaning in, closing the already minuscule space between them.

His breath, heavy and rough from exertion, brushed against her cheek, damp strands of silver hair clinging to his flushed skin.

They were close enough now that if she wanted to, if she dared, she could press her lips to his.

Encouraged by the illusion of permission, Charlotte tightened her hold around him. For just a moment, she let herself believe she could have this.

But then—

“Haah… Haah… Do men go even crazier when you do things like this—when you make it feel like love?”

His words weren’t difficult to understand, yet for a second, Charlotte’s mind refused to process them.

Her thoughts went blank, as if she had been struck with a blunt force.

Realization came slowly, cruelly.

And when it did, her unsteady gaze finally focused on Leo’s lips—curved, unmistakably, in nothing but mockery.

“I suppose it can’t be helped, but try not to seem too eager—it’s a bit off-putting.”

Charlotte flinched as if burned, hastily unwrapping her arms from around him.

In her frantic retreat, she must have unintentionally tightened around him.

“Hah… I said not to.”

Leo muttered the words like a curse—right before he drove into her again, harder than before, with reckless, punishing force.

His cock, so hard and swollen you could see the veins bulging, slid out ferociously, then lodged itself at the root.

“Hmph, ha, ngh!”

The insertion was close to a spurt. The inner walls gaped and gaped as it struggled to find its place, threatening to lose its original shape.

As if provoking him further, Charlotte’s body clung desperately around him, only for Leo to shove against her with even more force, driving ruthlessly into the trembling heat that refused to let him go.

The outline of him pressed sharply against her taut stomach, a stark and undeniable presence.

At the same moment, Charlotte’s lower body convulsed violently, trembling in helpless spasms.

“Haa—ahh!”

Her release came without restraint, gripping around him in desperate, involuntary pulses—undeniably wanton, undeniably shameless.

Her legs, which had been pressed together in a desperate attempt to hold on, fell open on their own, weakened by exhaustion.

Through the lingering haze of it all, Charlotte caught sight of Leo gritting his teeth.

For a fleeting moment, she wondered if he was about to sneer at her again—call her cheap, pathetic.

Panting, she forced herself to take in the situation.

But to her relief, he was still holding back.

He hadn’t softened. Hadn’t faltered.

And just as the thought crossed her mind, he moved again.

With his jaw clenched, Leo thrust into her with brutal intent, burying himself so deeply it felt as though he meant to lose himself inside her entirely.

Charlotte’s overstimulated body, still trembling in the aftermath, had no time to recover before she was thrown back into the fire.

The feverish length inside her forced through every barrier, pushing deeper, stretching her further, as if meant to fill her beyond her limits.

She felt as though she might overflow.

“Hnnngh…!”