On Rational Marital Life - Chapter 42 (M)

“Hmph.”

Layla clamped one hand over her mouth. Her ragged breath heated her hand.

With a slurping wet sound, Blake’s penis slid in slowly, tingling inside. It wasn’t a hard thrust, but a gentle movement, like the slow insertion of a thumb into puffed dough.

The sensation was creepy. The hairs on her body stood on end and her heels lifted.

She would have preferred a harder thrust, one that would have knocked her senseless. She wanted to lose herself and think nothing of it. Blake moved carefully, as if to remind her of the pleasure his cock was giving her.

Imprinting his cock into Layla’s body.

“Hngh… B-Blake…”

Blake, who had been looking down at her from behind, leaned in closer upon hearing her whispered voice.

In doing so, he pulled Layla’s waist toward him, deepening their connection.

A white sheet covered their entwined bodies, preventing the intimate scent from spreading.

Yet, the lingering traces of it still stirred something deep within them.

She had once thought that nothing could be more humiliating than being falsely accused of embezzlement.

But now, she realized how naïve that thought had been.

If the cloth covering them were to fall off, their naked bodies would be exposed, but Blake doesn’t care.

Layla’s nerves are rattled by the thought of them being caught.

Before she could think of anything else, Blake thrust into her, making her shudder. The stimulation reached deep inside her. The stinging inside her eyes made Layla instinctively tear up. Holding back her screams, she forced her body to tighten around his penis.

Blake brought his lips close to Layla’s ear and murmured softly.

“Hah… You keep saying we can’t get caught by the servants, yet you seem to be enjoying this quite a bit.”

“Ngh… ah…”

Layla shook her head in protest.

“Why not let them hear? Let them know I don’t need any kind of tonic to keep up.”

“Hngh…!”

Layla bit her lip at the sensation of a straightening inside her belly. The base of his penis pressed against her tight vaginal opening. His pubic hair brushed against her sensitive flesh as the hole widened further.

He pulled back and then drove it in again, slower. The glans scraped slowly against the inner wall from the inside. To make sure it was good, Blake slapped her ass with his hips, the vibrations reaching inside and tickling her.

A sharp sensation ran through her as he pressed deeper. Instinctively, her heels lifted off the ground.

From behind her, she heard Blake let out a low groan. As if wanting to share his pleasure, he moved with more force.

Thud!

“Ah… ah!”

Layla hastily covered her mouth—but it was too late. The servants had heard. Their conversation came to an abrupt stop.

“W-wait, did you hear that? That sound.”

“What was that?”

“You heard it too, right?”

Whispers filled the air as the servants exchanged glances. Then, they fell silent, straining their ears to listen again.

Layla tensed and held her breath, but Blake didn’t stop. Her hips bucked, her insides churning. She gripped the furniture like a hug, the glans pressing against her deep womb. At that moment, Layla couldn’t hold back.

“Ahh…!”

“W-where is that coming from? Where… hey, hey. Over there…”

“Wait, is it…?”

The servants’ voices suddenly fell silent.

They had been caught. Rumors would soon spread—about what had happened inside the storage room, despite the presence of servants nearby.

Even in that tense moment, Blake didn’t stop. Instead, he pressed Layla even harder against the furniture, trapping both of her hands to prevent her from covering her mouth.

As if finally releasing everything he had been holding back, he moved with an unrestrained, fervent intensity.

Thud! Rattle!

“Haa… ahh…”

Overwhelmed by shock, Layla trembled, her mind going completely blank.

The servants, the storage room—everything disappeared from her thoughts.

“Eek… Aahhh!”

“A g-ghost! A ghost!”

Seeing the white sheet moving erratically along with muffled sobs, the terrified servants bolted from the room.

But Layla didn’t hear them.

The moment they left, Blake resumed his movements, his firm presence dragging along her inner walls with an unrelenting rhythm.

“Ah… ahh, ngh…!”

Breathless moans escaped Layla’s lips, unrestrained.

“Hah… If ghosts were as beautiful as this, I wouldn’t mind seeing them more often.”

Blake let out a deep chuckle.

Layla’s ass followed him as he pulled his penis out. She didn’t mean to, but her body jerked back to catch it. Blake laughed and pushed back in as far as he wanted.

A thick presence rushed in. Layla’s back arched into a bow, her head jerking up as pleasure shot to the crown of her head.

The fire that had been stirring gently and teasingly began to burn strongly with the massive shaft. Brilliant, white-hot orgasm followed, clouding her mind in a white-hot haze.

“B-Blake! This is too cruel… Ahh!”

“You enjoyed it too. You were clenching so tightly, all worked up from the risk of getting caught. Hah…”

“You’re—ahh—so unfair… I said no… Ahh!”

His relentless movements shattered her train of thought.

The teasing, merciless game he played made her resentful, frustrated—but the more overwhelmed she became, the stronger the sensation grew.

Her mind blurred into a haze, drifting beyond control.

Blake rubbed her waist and touched the cervix blocking the glans. The uterus was connected to the bend like a delicious fruit.

“Hah… If you really hated it, you would have kissed me by now. Hngh… You promised, didn’t you? That if you kissed me first, I’d stop.”

“Ahh… ah! Hngh, ha… ahh!”

His movements reached the deepest part of her, pressing against the most sensitive spot within.

Layla’s toes curled, her entire body tensing.

The slow-burning fire had been steadily fed, stoked higher and higher—now, it was on the verge of bursting into flames.

“Nngh… ahh, no… I-I can’t… Ahh!”

Tears welled in her eyes as overwhelming sensations surged through her.

Blake looked down at her, watching as she writhed beneath him, lost in the moment.

Layla, flushed and glistening with sweat, looked breathtaking.

Yet, a deep, inexplicable urge stirred within Blake—a desire to completely unravel her.

In that moment, an unexpected thought crossed his mind—one that had nothing to do with pleasure.

He remembered the way Layla had gently stroked Jerry, her expression warm and tender.

The softness in her eyes, the kindness in her touch—she would make a wonderful mother.

But only if the child wasn’t his.

‘What about this time?’

The wounded beast inside him reared its head once more.

“Layla…Should we have a child?”

Layla’s eyes, clouded with excitement, briefly returned to reason. Her head was pounding, her stomach was churning, and she was so full of need that she felt like she was about to urinate. Her pussy tightened around Blake’s cock inside her.

Even with all that excitement, Blake’s words snapped her out of it.

He said he was getting divorced in two years.

In a divorce, custody of the child favored the man with more money. Inheritance and bloodlines mattered.

“Haa… no, I don’t want that…”

Layla had only one choice.

“Ah… I see. Of course. I wouldn’t want you to carry my child either.”

His words were merciless.

Thud! Thrust! Thud!

“Nngh… too fast—ah, Blake, ngh… ahh!”

Layla’s breath caught as his movements grew more intense.

The heat between them became unbearable, the overwhelming sensation igniting something deep inside her.

Her entire body trembled as the moment reached its peak, waves of warmth flooding through her.

“Haa… ahh…”

Layla’s body slowly collapsed as she reached her climax and squeezed the last of her cum out of her cunt. Blake held her body up and slowly pulled his cock out of her.

As the glans slipped out of her vaginal opening, semen oozed out in a gush, like a stopper had been removed. The whitish fluid was clear as it oozed from the red gaping hole.

Blake looked down at Layla, who was panting and half lying on the floor. A person who couldn’t even see her legs in everyday life was sitting without even closing the hem of her dress or thinking about covering her wet vagina.

“Haa… ngh…”

As the lingering waves of pleasure gradually faded, Layla hastily pressed her legs together, pulling her dress over herself.

Her clarity had returned. With lips pressed tightly together, she glared at Blake. The moment had passed, but her breathing remained uneven.

“This isn’t so bad, is it? A little thrill… Next time—”

He had been about to suggest something even more daring, perhaps by the lake. But before he could finish, Layla suddenly moved.

Rising to her toes, she pressed a brief kiss to his lips, her face tense as if bracing herself. The kiss was fleeting, almost reluctant, as if she were forcing herself to go through with it. Then, just as quickly, she stepped back.

Her sharp gaze bore into him, her expression unforgiving.

“I said no.”

Her voice trembled with unspoken emotions, fragile yet firm. Tears threatened to spill, but her eyes remained clear and unwavering, locked onto his.

“…Next time, I’ll speak up sooner.”

With unsteady steps, Layla staggered out of the storage room.

Blake was caught off guard by the sudden turn of events, unable to even think about stopping her.

“How about choosing a word to use when things get too intense?”

“Not a word. An action. You kiss me first.”

“Then why don’t you kiss me? If you do, I’ll stop.”

The promise he had made to her was nothing more than an illusion—a fragile hope that he would stop if she played by his rules.

His subordinates had always reached their goals, even when they had to push beyond their limits to do so.

But if they hadn’t set a goal, they might have given up before they even started.

It was the same with Layla’s agreement.

As long as she believed she had the power to end things, she would allow Blake to push her just up to the edge of what she could bear.

And so, little by little, he would train her body to accept him completely.

Blake remained still, staring at the closed storage room door.

His fingers brushed against his lips. For some reason, they still felt unbearably warm.