Chapter 5

Three months later,

- Could you stop for just a moment? My hips are about to shatter into pieces, and look at my lower half - doesn’t it look like a complete mess?

Emily gasped in near helplessness as she summoned all her strength to push away the burly chest pressed tightly against her back. This exact scene had repeated itself countless times since the two of them officially moved in together at the Kingsley apartment unit. Marcus’s habit of making love regardless of the hour, place, or frequency was truly overwhelming. It was as though he had fallen under a spell of temptation cast by her body.

- I am so sorry ... But ... every time I look at you, I ... just cannot control myself. My “little brother” is the same way. The moment I catch a glimpse of your adorable breasts and sweet little flower flitting about ... it just stands right up. If it cannot shoot inside you, it will burst!

Trying to fake a pitiful tone, the long-standing lord of the Kingsley clan regretfully withdrew his terrifying meat club, gently sliding it back and forth between Emily’s thighs, as if she had suddenly grown a massive new tail.

- I am not blaming you ... I just want to rest a bit to gather my strength. After all, we have “slept” together all week long. My stamina simply cannot keep up anymore. Don’t you ever get tired of it?

- How could I ever get tired? Every single second our two bodies merge, I feel an extraordinary surge of excitement. Look here, thanks to you, my physical form has become so much more complete...

Naturally, Emily knew that better than anyone. Indeed, after three months of continuous coupling, Marcus’s physical form had become far more tangible than before. No longer needing to gather dispersed cells or float about freely, he could now walk around and live openly in broad daylight. Aside from being unable to step out onto the public streets, everything else had gradually become far more natural.

However, in exchange for her partner’s increasingly sleek, robust appearance and abundant vitality, Emily grew increasingly “miserable.” Her life force was not being drained, yet certain places on her body were being perpetually “harassed,” continuously “utilized” before they even had time to recover. At this rate, she might soon have to resort to wearing a single sheet of cloth just to go to work.

“That perverted nobleman ... Look at the crimes he has committed...”

Emily sighed softly, timidly pressing her legs together as tightly as possible. Although she was currently favored with a desk job in the store’s purchasing department, she could not sit properly on her chair for too long. It was not a mental issue; rather, her lower region remained perpetually sensitive - the slightest bit of friction felt like an electric shock, leaving her wincing helplessly without end.

It was the embarrassing aftermath of excessive lovemaking. Ever since losing her virginity, under his masterful shaping and immense bedroom expertise, she had turned into a true sex addict. Marcus always knew how to make her fall into his sweet honey without a trace of resistance. Furthermore, they understood each other intimately in bed, engaging in mutual lovemaking while casting aside all the propriety she had once remembered. By his side, she seemed to have discovered a new horizon of endless gratification.

Three months had passed since she agreed to become the cure for the curse, and they had shared a bed uncountably many times. The entire fourth floor of the Kingsley apartment building had become their private forbidden domain. Every nook, cranny, and piece of furniture naturally turned into a bedroom and bed. Marcus was like a thrusting machine with broken brakes; the moment she gave a nod, he would instantly charge forward, expertly guiding his beast deep into her and churning inside frantically.

Aside from escaping while she was at work, whenever she was home, Marcus constantly begged her to wear the most revealing and accessible dresses possible. Many of her undergarments had been ripped apart mercilessly by that madman during his passionate rushes, only for him to repent afterward and instruct the servants to purchase luxury replacements. Even while eating dinner, he would wait for an opening, pin her down onto the dining table, and “stuff” devastating thrusts inside her.