Chapter 198: Laura De Charles Rosenberg

༺ Laura De Charles Rosenberg (4) ༻

Bowing her head while clutching the collar of her dress tightly, Laura then looked up at Ferzen as he gently stroked her cheek.

Even this insignificant touch made her shiver, exposing her exotic charm different from that of Yuriel or Euphemia.

"Laura."

"Hic...! Y-Yes......"

"Lift the hem of your skirt."

With a faint smile, Ferzen leaned in and whispered into her ear in a low voice.

She must be feeling a sense of shame she had never experienced this before in her life, and by making himself the source of that shame, perhaps it might be lessened.

......No.

In truth, this was nothing more than a command containing a part of his own selfish desires, cloaked in the guise of consideration for her.

Could there be a more fitting target to unleash the sadistic tendencies of his being than her?

"Ah... Hic...!"

Although Laura hiccupped in confusion at Ferzen's command, eventually she took hold of her skirt with both hands and slowly lifted it to her waist.

Then, her slender waist and adorable navel were exposed, along with her white panties, clinging tightly to her damp privates.

Swish.

And Ferzen teasingly traced the faintly visible rib line above her slender waist...

Press.

"Uh...!"

He gently pressed into the cute, slightly indented navel with his index finger.

"Huh... Uh-huh..."

Despite trembling with both legs, the fact that she didn't pull back her waist was honestly endearing.

Ferzen then leaned in closer and tenderly kissed the area around her navel.

"Hyaah...!"

The unfamiliar, soft sensation of a tongue, different from that of a finger caressed her navel, and Laura instinctively tensed her lower abdomen.

However, perhaps because her body had never been fleshy to begin with, Ferzen barely felt a difference and chuckled to himself.

Peck.

"Hic...!"

With every suction of his lips on her navel, the thoughts of embarrassment and shyness kept blossoming in her mind......

But since this wasn't an ordinary kiss, Laura felt overwhelmingly loved.

After the prolonged teasing ended and Ferzen lifted his head, the area around Laura's navel had a rosy color.

Perhaps because of her particularly pale skin, the marks of a male were more prominently highlighted than on other women.

Swish.

"Ah......"

Then, when Ferzen grasped her panties and pulled them down, Laura instinctively closed her legs tightly.

But realizing her mistake, she soon parted her slender legs to either side to facilitate his hands.

Rustle.

Slowly, as her white panties slid down toward her thighs, a strand of clear, transparent liquid stretched out from the center.

The scent of a female spreading simultaneously was so intense.

Laura's ears turned red with the lewd fragrance enveloping the entire office in an instant.

Gulp.

"Hnng...!"

Ferzen then used both thumbs to spread her tightly closed slit, exposing her swollen, pink inner flesh.

Ferzen's eyes studied her most intimate place.

Squish!

"Haah...!"

When Ferzen gently stroked her womanhood with his palm, Laura's entire body shuddered, letting out an erotic moan.

If what was touching her privates now was not his palm but a pure white canvas...

Surely the most vulgar stain would have been etched as a painting.

Drip!

"Kkhh...!"

Just as pleasure began to soften what was called reason, his fingers suddenly plunged inside her, making Laura's delicate legs quiver.

Ferzen felt the tight embrace of her folds on his fingers as he gently probed her insides.

If there were a distinct difference between his other wives and her, it would be the unusually high internal body temperature.

"Ung...! Hh... Haah...!"

The wave of pleasure was far more intense than her miserable attempts at masturbation.

The heir of Rosenberg - The sanctuary of culture - had become a lewd woman beyond imagination.

Creak!

Gulp!

Squish!

"Kk... Hh, Aahh!"

Each time his fingers, hooked like talons, scraped and prodded inside her folds, Laura's legs quivered.

It was as if her legs were finding the optimal position for this obscene act, allowing his fingers to probe her more easily.

Plop.

Snap.

Because of that, Laura's fluids didn't run down her thighs but fell directly onto the floor beneath her feet, creating a persistent stain that wouldn't dry.

"Ah... Ahh...!"

An unfamiliar but not strange tingling sensation.

On the threshold of the climax that sought to come, Laura shook her hips with his fingers buried in the middle of her womanhood......

Yet, with the faint shame still lingering, she awakened her reason, releasing one hand from the hem of her skirt to grasp his thick forearm.

"S-Stop...Pl-Please......"

Although she was certain that she wouldn't urinate, she didn't wish for him to see her squirt.

Though Laura weakly grasped his forearm, pleading, almost begging...

Drip!

"Kkhh...!"

Ferzen's long fingers did not stop, pressing down firmly on the most sensitive spot inside her.

Advancing further, his firmly embedded fingers scraped persistently at that area...

"Kkhhk...! Hh... Hhuk!"

Laura gasped in the face of pleasure, her face contorted like a beast in heat.

"Ah......"

In the end, with a weak moan that sapped her strength, Laura wore a dazed expression.

Thud!

"Kkhh... Ah, Hhaang!"

Then, as her legs gave out, she fell to her knees, shaking violently as she released a thin stream of liquid, akin to urine.

The sight of her pink inner flesh, quivering between her convulsing legs, spurting liquid was truly a spectacle.

An indecency that could not be described as lewd or vulgar.

"Don't... d-don't look... at... me... Hic...! Hhuang!"

Without turning away, Laura looked up at Ferzen, who took in the sight of her and hastily covered herself with both hands.

Yet her hyper-sensitive privates reacted to even that mere touch.

"Kkhhuk!"

As if someone had pulled her from behind, Laura arched her head back violently and clenched her small toes tightly.

Following her convulsing, pitiable body, the thin love juices spurted out several times, splashing against her hands covering herself and noisily wetting the floor.

The lewd stains originating from between her legs, and the shallow puddles forming beneath.

"......"

Although he had noticed that she was quite wet, this was an exceptional case.

Ferzen thought of her, not as vulgar, but in a different way, as something remarkable.

"Uh... Hhuk..."

Still twitching from the lingering sensations, Laura looked down at the vulgar scene she had created...

Rustle.

She took off the panties that had lost their purpose, draped over her thigh, and began to wipe the shallow puddles with her hands.

But with each attempt, the stains only spread more chaotically.

Sniffle......

Laura began to sob like a child.

"Don't worry about it."

Ferzen then stroked his altar, pulled out a white cloth, lifted her body, and tenderly wiped her trembling legs.

After today, no one else would enter this office.

The war would take a considerable time to end, so naturally, this liquid would dry out.

Since it wasn't urine, there was no unpleasant smell to worry about during the process.

"Kkhh... Sniffle..."

However, despite Ferzen's consolation, Laura, leaning on his shoulder, couldn't stop her sniffles.

It was better than being caught masturbating with his fountain pen, but it didn't make the sight of her shame on the floor any less embarrassing.

This was why she had begged him to stop halfway through.

She felt resentful towards Ferzen for not stopping and roughly stirring her insides.

Certainly, plagued by the curse of the full moon, she must have shown him even more shameful parts of herself.

Yet, isn't this a moment of connection with him being herself?

She wanted to show him an enticing figure he'd like, not such a vulgar one.

'Even though he has two wives......'

How could he be so oblivious?

Filled with resentment, she tightened her grip on his shoulder, and Ferzen stopped cleaning her legs.

"Laura."

"Sniff......"

"What you need to be aware of now is not your shame... but of me."

Ferzen, setting aside the wet cloth, scooped her up like a princess and lightly bit her earlobe.

Laura might not remember, but if it's about showing shame...

Hadn't he also revealed his own sensitive spot that he had been hiding from her?

When Laura stepped on one of his feet, he chased after her to have his other foot stepped on as well.

He had embraced her like an emotional trash can to relieve the stress of his weakened self.

Perhaps she was the one who knew more of his secrets than even Yuriel or Euphemia.

Is that why?

Seeing her shame, he felt a stronger sense of kinship.

"Focus on me. Laura."

Then, Ferzen, with a low voice by her ear, muttered those words and sat on a nearby sofa, roughly kneading her plump buttocks.

"Ah... Mmmm..."

Laura found it hard to bear the embarrassment from the feeling of her buttocks being freely kneaded and spread, wondering if his large handprints would remain.

"Sniff!"

Especially when she felt his fingers wandering near her twitching anus, it was unbearably embarrassing.

"Your hands are not busy, are they?"

But before she could compose herself from such emotions, his growling voice urged her to fulfill her duty as a female...

Laura extended her delicate hand downward, fumbling to untie his pants.

"Ah......"

As she pulled down his underwear, a monstrous member, too much for one hand to handle, was revealed.

The texture of the grotesquely protruding veins in her palm and the throbbing as vigorous as a beating heart.

Thinking that this was about to enter her, Laura pressed her belly forward to press her womanhood against his.

Then, she couldn't help but think that unless it pierced through her womb, her body couldn't possibly accommodate it fully.

......Is this a structural flaw in her body as a woman?

......Or is his penis almost a mutation?

Certainly, there was a time, still under the influence of the curse, when she had taken his penis in the bathroom, but the memory was too vague.

At least it might as well have been the first time she was fully sane and mating with him, so Laura unwittingly became frightened.

And then, wondering whether he was trying to torment her or not.

Pressing his member against her lower abdomen, Ferzen grabbed Laura's thighs with both hands and forcefully lifted her waist.

Twitch!

Immediately after, as he brought his rigid erection to the midst of her wanton slit......

Not to lose her balance, Laura leaned against his shoulder and shook her head with eyes filled with fear.

But Ferzen pushed into her, bit by bit, against the resistance of her thighs.

Squelch!

Just the tip entering her warm, moist interior brought him considerable pleasure.

"Hng...!"

However, Laura, feeling something heavy slither inside her like a snake, gasped for air, trembling with her legs spread wide.

Accepting his shaft into her widely parted slit was overwhelming, like forcing in a large stake.

Yet, as time seemed to have passed, looking at the sunset slowly casting shadows outside...

Laura realized her exclusive time with Ferzen was running short.

Come nightfall, Ferzen would return to Yuriel's side.

Gulp...!

Therefore, Laura suppressed her hesitation, lowering herself onto his member until it reached the end of her womb.

"Hn... Uh, ah..."

She felt his member filling her belly without a gap, thrusting roughly.

The entrance to her womb fluttered near his urethra, seemingly coquettish for a man's seed.

Thwack!

"Keuk...!"

Quivering, trying to get accustomed to the sensation, Laura moaned pitifully and tightly embraced Ferzen's neck as he pushed up against her cervix.

His breath, much more rugged than before, was intimately felt at such close quarters.

Surely this was a sign that he was thoroughly enjoying her body.

Laura then slid down the shoulder of her dress, drawing Ferzen's face towards her modest breasts.

She didn't want to do this, fearing he might compare her to Yuriel or Euphemia...

Yet, she wished for Ferzen to explore her body thoroughly, leaving a deep mark.

It was so evident that Laura De Charles Rosenberg belonged to the man named Ferzen.

"Hng...! Mm...! Aah...!"

He nibbled on her shyly swollen nipples while moving his hips.

All she could do was embrace his neck tightly and cling to him as much as possible.

Squish!

Thwack!

The lewd sounds from their joined bodies echoed without end.

Now, not just her breasts but also her collarbone bore his unmistakable marks, showing clearly which man's woman she was.

"Ah...! Hic...!"

Without warning, Ferzen flipped her onto the sofa in a face-to-face position and thrust deep, making Laura stretch out her legs and tremble.

But what made her happiest was seeing the usually prim Ferzen disheveled, his eyes brimming with carnal desire.

Intoxicated by the sight of the male she fancied becoming a beast......

As a woman, it was something she couldn't bring herself to dislike.

Wriggle!

"Ah..."

She felt his monstrous member inside her swell even more as it roughly plundered her depths.

This was the first time she was properly, fully conscious while they coupled, yet...

Her body easily recognized the sign of his impending release.

"...It's f-fine, Mnn...... p-please......"

She knew that the child she bore would inherit her curse.

Ferzen was aware too, thus he tried to pull out to avoid planting his seed in her womb...

But Laura, with a small voice, spoke to him and tightly wrapped her legs around his waist.

"It's not... my f-fertile period... ah, n-not now......"

Just like this.

She wanted him to pour his semen into her womb.

"......"

Squelch.

Since it wasn't her fertile period, Ferzen had no reason to refuse Laura's request.

He pressed his weight deeper and ejaculated inside her.

"Hu... uh... euh..."

She could feel the thick, honey-like semen filling her womb.

It was a strange and awkward sensation, but not an unpleasant one.

Gently, Laura caressed her lower abdomen with her hands.

Surely, it was just an unfertilized seed filling her belly......

......Yet this mysterious sense of fullness and satisfaction, what could it be?

One thing was certain; she now understood a bit why Yuriel was so thorny towards Euphemia.

Dribble...!

"Heh!"

With a twitch!

Slowly, his member withdrew from her, wafting the pungent scent of a male.

She slightly raised her torso and looked at her vulva, crudely gaping and pulsating fiercely.

It was no surprise after being relentlessly prodded by that monstrosity.

Drip...

And as Ferzen's semen followed, leaking out, Laura clenched tightly, trapping his seed within her.

Then, lifting her head, she saw Ferzen stroking his chin and pulling out another pristine cloth, likely to clean up the blatant evidence of their act.

But as if to say there was no need, Laura crawled between Ferzen's legs, buried her head...

Slurp.

And tenderly sucked his member clean.

Twitch!

In response to Laura's actions, Ferzen was taken aback, but seeing that she did not show any signs of stopping, he simply placed his large hand atop her head and gently stroked her.

Slurp

Sluuuurp.

Laura, unabashedly letting out embarrassing sounds, skillfully moved her tongue as her body led her.

The sunset was still painting the sky outside, so there was time left before nightfall.

......After all, wasn't Yuriel just a thief cat in Euphemia's eyes?

So there would be no issue if she herself became the thief cat from Yuriel's perspective.

"Pfft... Hah..."

Having neatly cleaned his member, Laura, feeling the semen that hadn't been ejaculated inside her swirling around her mouth, gulped it down.

Then she reached out and gently caressed his member, gathering any remaining semen onto her face.

"......"

At the same time, she glanced up at his face.

She saw a look of satisfaction in his eyes as he quietly watched her.

Laura then planted a tender kiss on the tip of his glans with a loud "Smooch..." and smiled bashfully.

Even though they hadn't spent the last night together,

Being with him during the last day was satisfying enough.