"You dare! Don't touch me!"
With angry and frantic orders, the situation was pushed completely towards madness and collapse.
In front of him,
Delfina Delettrez Fendi's enchanting purple eyes burned with a frenzied and deranged look.
Chille clenched his teeth, his always cold and frozen heart losing its usual composure.
The young count didn't understand,
why the situation suddenly went completely out of his control--
No, there were some signs before,
when Delfina Delettrez Fendi took it upon herself to intimidate Serena, who could potentially become his fiancée, things obviously went wrong.
And his recent actions probably completely crossed her bottom line.
Breathing--Chille tried to calm down and analyze the current situation and think of a strategy. He pressed his hands on the delicate shoulders of Miss Maid, trying to push her away, but he couldn't move her an inch.
"Delfina Delettrez Fendi, calm down. You should know that as an emotionless scumbag, what I just did was simply using... Mmm... Don't..."
The girl forcefully pinched his soft fair cheek with her fingers, leaving a beautiful red mark without any mercy.
Under the slight pain,
Delfina Delettrez Fendi exhaled a warm, sweet, and sticky breath and forcefully kissed him. Her delicate and soft red tongue writhed around Chille's tongue like a viper, greedily seeking and plundering.
The distinct sound of fabric tearing,
"Mmm—"
His crimson pupils trembled as he felt a pair of cold, delicate hands freely caressing and kneading his body, leaving behind trails of vibrant red.
And then she directly pressed down on the young count's already bruised body, forcefully dominating him on the bed, tearing apart the maid's long skirt bit by bit.
Sitting and lying down, in waves of ecstatic madness like tidal waves, she ruthlessly demanded and plundered.
"Chille! Chille!"
Sounds of ecstatic and sickening low growls,
In the pitch-black night,
the beautiful and enchanting body was pale like flowing moonlight, plump yet slender, sticking to the small, snowy white body of the young count, writhing and entwining like a serpent.
At this moment, Delfina Delettrez Fendi showed no trace of her usual elegant and dignified demeanor and grace,
driven by desire and anger, she completely tore apart her gentle and considerate facade,
revealing the cruel and ferocious nature of the Demon at this moment.
Her actions were rough and vicious, as if just for venting and revenge, using the most direct and brutal means to prove her possession and conquest--
Chille belonged to her,
she had a contract with him,
she took care of everything for him,
she put the ring on his finger,
his body should only have the scent of her.
For a long, long time...
...
"Did you enjoy it, Demon?"
A low, soft, and weary voice gently sounded in his ear, hiding a chilling coldness like a knife.
The young count, who had endured all of Delfina Delettrez Fendi's desires but couldn't resist, was now too exhausted to even open his eyes. His already fragile body was aching everywhere, weakly and angrily cursing,
"Are you insane? Do you have absolutely no experience?"
"Indeed, I don't."
After joyfully releasing herself,
Delfina Delettrez Fendi, finally sober from desire, restored her graceful and serene attitude,
recalling the madness that swept her away after her anger overwhelmed her sense,
the girl hesitated for a moment in her heart, but had no regrets, instead feeling a peculiar satisfaction.
If she had known it would be so pleasurable,
she should have done it long ago.
Her snowy white and lustrous legs entwined, imprisoning Chille's lower body, gently embracing the weak and powerless Chille in her arms, their skin touching intimately, every inch clinging sweetly.
"Because, until now, besides you, I simply can't be interested in anyone else.""Perhaps others don't even look down on you, old Demon."
The corners of his mouth unconsciously lifted slightly, but quickly returned to a frozen calm. The young count, trapped in the embrace of the girl, sneered coldly,
"After living for so many years, you're still a virgin. It's truly pitiful."
"But that changes starting today."
Unconcerned with the provocation, his fingertips played with the most precious treasure as if pampering the delicate skin tinted with a faint pink shade. Delfina Delettrez Fendi smiled sweetly,
"With the best beauty in the world helping me escape from it."
"You--"
Taking a deep breath, Chille desperately suppressed the emotions that were on the verge of collapse.
Slowly opening his weary eyes, his iris, dyed with a rosy color, glistened with coldness and gloom.
"I've played it off. I acknowledge it."
Delfina Delettrez Fendi watched the resolute and dazzling expression of the young count, his clenched teeth revealing dissatisfaction and hidden indignation.
He tilted his face up and stared at her with eyes as sharp as knives, commanding,
"Clean me up properly, and remember to massage me. I didn't say you could stop."
After hesitating for a moment,
he buried his beautiful and delicate face deeply in her supple and towering bosom.
His slightly swollen crimson lips retaliated by biting her heart fiercely, expressing anger and resentment,
"You pressed too hard, Delfina Delettrez Fendi."
Unable to see his face,
only the damp black strands of hair, the alluring redness of his small and delicate ears were warm and feverish.
With disdain, she uttered a "hmph",
"Painful."
"..."
Delfina Delettrez Fendi felt like she had been played again.
But when she snapped back to reality, she found that Chille had already fallen into a deep slumber, his breath soft and prolonged. The familiar fragrance of the iris filled the air, pure and sweet.
The maid Miss stared blankly at the peaceful and slightly resentful sleeping face of the beauty in her arms, and her heart was filled with tenderness and sweetness, the corners of her mouth slightly lifted.
"How can you ask me to stop, young master?"
She playfully hooked Chille's uplifted petite nose with her hand, and Delfina Delettrez Fendi smiled a little smugly, complaining,
"Sly."
The maid Miss shook her head,
"I was originally going to tell you that something happened in Lanchinthal, the capital city."
In fact, she had only appeared in Chille's room just now to inform him of the serious matter.
However, after witnessing the scenes just now, she was overwhelmed by desire and anger.
"But it seems like we'll have to wait until tomorrow morning, which works out perfectly since you don't have to meet those disgusting women in the capital city tonight."
Muttering under her breath,
the girl gently placed Chille on the bed. Her purple eyes gazed at the slender and delicate body, marked with red marks and impurities, and her heart ached for him.
"Well... let's clean up first."
Bowing down slowly,
Delfina Delettrez Fendi's seductive red lips greedily kissed the snowy, slender neck of the young count. She sensually licked the Yanzisnake crest seal with her moist and tender tongue, and the dim light gently flickered and permeated...
