Chapter 113.2: [part 2]

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Her body, which was lazily leaning on him, stirred slightly. Lucia slowly opened her eyes and blinked a few times as if she was still half asleep. Even though Lucia was aware that her head wasn't on the bed but on his chest, her mind was moving very slow.

Her head was blank, so she lifted her gaze and saw him reading a document. He turned his head and met her gaze. His red eyes were tinged with warmth and he kissed Lucia's lips.

"...I had a strange dream."

"What was the dream about?"

"I ran to your office and..."

Lucia's expression gradually stiffened as she talked. Her running to his office was not a dream. Hugo gave a sigh and put down his documents.

"Before you dreamt of running to my office, did you have a worse dream? What kind of dream was it?"

His gently appeasing tone and voice alleviated the suffocating tension in Lucia's heart.

"...You..."

"Me?"

"...You cheated."

"..."

After saying that, Lucia felt something suddenly surge in her chest.

"You left me. You went to that woman."

Her voice trembled, and tears welled in her eyes. Her vision blurred and when she blinked her eyes, tears slid down her cheeks.

"Vivian."

He licked the trail of her flowing tears and pecked the corner of her eyes. Hugo lay her down on the bed and climbed over her. He leaned his weight on his elbow and looked closely into her eyes.

"I love you." (Hugo)

Lucia experienced a small miracle in which his short phrase instantly pacified her whimsically fluctuating mood.

"Me too...I love you." (Lucia)

"Did I make a mistake that would make you think such a thing?"

"...The woman in the dream had a big bust."

Hugo quietly gazed at his wife whose mutterings was more like her grumbling, then he sighed deeply. If only he could know who exactly told her that he liked busty women; he wanted to grind them to dust.

His liking of a woman's bustiness was not because he had a special preference, it simply meant that he liked breasts because he was a man. Never had another woman come into his eyes nor had he ever looked at their chest.

"I like your breasts."

Her face reddened at his soft whisper and got even redder when his hand wove into her nightwear and squeezed her breasts.

"It's soft, silky and when I touch it a little like this...it stiffens."

He kneaded the mounds of her breast and gently twisted her nipple between his fingers.

"And when I lick it, it's sensitive enough that it trembles."

While holding her breast in a slight grip, revealing them, Hugo circled around her nipple with his tongue then he bit hard on the tip. She flinched in response and cried out.

"I really do love your breasts."

His knee came in between Lucia's legs and his thigh found its way to her private place. Her round eyes were looking at him and her face was dyed redder than ever.

"Honestly, I like this place more."

Hugo caught her squirming wrists with one hand and held them up while his other hand went inside her underwear and rubbed the area between her legs.

Her insides had started to get wet with a moist, sticky liquid and allowed his fingers easy entry.

"It's already so wet. I think I'm the one who should be worried. Because your body is so erotic."

It was embarrassing and shameful. Even though she was annoyed by his taunting words, it sent chills up her spine. His hand holding her wrists had disappeared at some point but it throbbed as if she was still being held down, so she couldn't move.

Her nightwear was rolled up and her underwear was peeled off. His two hands spread her thighs open and she felt him staring at the space between.

"Ah!"

Something hot touched her lower abdomen. His lips kissed her petite entrance and sucked on it. The tip of his tongue burrowed inside. Lucia's waist sprang up of its own accord.

"Ah! Ang..."

His lips moved harder as he sucked the liquid flowing from her body while his tongue slipped in and out of her. Lucia's vision momentarily flickered and her body quivered at the feeling of climax.

He lifted his head and wiped his glossy lips with his hand then he smiled at her. Lucia just couldn't open her eyes to look at him. Her face felt like it was on fire and her heart was pounding so loud that she felt like it could be heard.

Hugo lifted his body and lowered his trousers. His erection sprang free, already standing firm. He held his pulsating member and brought it to her small folds then he pushed his waist forward in one single thrust.

"Hk..."

Lucia's body throbbed intensely. She couldn't breathe because he was too big and the sensation of him filling her to the brim was too much for her.

A sigh mixed with a moan escaped from Hugo's mouth. Even though he was just staying still, he felt like he was going to cum. His wife really had a ridiculous dream. She dreamt that he left this body and fooled around? Nothing could replace this hot, narrow, melting insides of hers.

Hugo began to move his waist and slowly and gradually increased his speed. There were a few things that he needed to deal with urgently, but they had already flown out of his head long ago.

As he felt the stimulation from her insides squirming and squeezing him and listened to her faint moans and erotic cries, blood rushed to his lower abdomen and he felt giddy.

Her hot inner walls were like they were wrapping around his heart. He was engulfed by the feeling of satisfaction beyond physical pleasure.

Lucia was moaning in his arms and had no recollection of things at some point as if she had blanked out.

When she regained her senses, he was embracing her sideways from behind, holding the back of her neck and kissing her. His member which was filling her up from behind, was tender and moving slowly.

He moved subtly, rubbing inside her while her body felt languid and a small moan escaped her lips. His arm that was wrapped around her waist squeezed tighter, and his fingers gripped her breast harder.

"Have you calmed down a little?" (Hugo)

He bit her ear and sucked her earlobe. His lazy but subdued voice sounded very seductive. His hand persistently squeezed and kneaded her chest. Lucia recalled the grumbling she did earlier and nodded with a heated face.

"You know, I feel wronged that I was blamed for what I did in your dream. Is that really how you usually see me?" (Hugo)

"No. I was...being strangely unreasonable. I'm sorry." (Lucia)

After coming around a little, Lucia was very embarrassed by her actions.

She had been ridiculously unreasonable. There was no need for her to be so sensitive after seeing that woman at the charity party. There was also no reason for her to be angry at him. Hadn't she already seen many people's relationships change from how she saw them in the dream? His wife now, was her, not that woman.

"Are you alright? You seem to keep having bad dreams." (Hugo)

"I know, right?"

When Lucia thought about it, her irritation seemed to have also dramatically increased in the span of a few days. Yesterday, she raised her voice at the maid over a small issue. Lucia thought of herself as someone who wasn't whimsical but this kind of sharp changes in mood were rather unsettling. Because it was an issue with her mood and not that she felt sick somewhere, Lucia didn't know whether it should be viewed as something was wrong with her body or not.

"Aa..."

Lucia moaned faintly at the stimulation from him weakly rubbing against her inner walls. With her butt pressed against his thighs, he moved his waist smoothly, without pulling out, as if churning her insides.

The stimulation wasn't fierce enough to be thrilling but it was a sinking feeling like her body had fallen into a swamp.

"I can't believe you don't trust me. I'm quite shocked." (Hugo)

"...I was wrong." (Lucia)

"No. I didn't put enough effort." (Hugo)

Hugo lay her down on her stomach, climbed over her and pressed down on her body.

"I will try harder from now on. Until you trust me."

Realizing the meaning of his so-called effort, Lucia quickly cried out.

"I trust you. I said I trust you!"

She was tormented by him for a while and only after she proclaimed her love and trust for him dozens of times, was she released from complete exhaustion.

Translator's Corner:

[Word of the day] areola: the area around the nipple. (I swear I didn't know this before)