"No! How could it possibly be good?" Eloise gritted her teeth, her voice faint but resolute. Having said that, her heart raced with nervous anticipation.
Isidore didn't get angry. He remained calm, his gaze lingering on her for a moment before he continued to caress her with his hands, body, and lips. His movements were patient and meticulous, not missing a single tender spot.
The slow, restrained panting of a man flowed through the air with each movement. It was scorching, damp, primal in touch, and expressed a raw, beastly desire. It all enveloped Eloise's body, leaving her somewhat... unable to resist.
She deliberately turned her head away, avoiding that gaze, but a strange illusion took hold of her. It felt as though it wasn't a person on top of her, but a beast overcome by springtime passion!
He licked her entire body in order to mate, releasing his lewd desires with no sense of shame. Such a grotesque, unrestrained desire—how could a civilized human being possibly display it so openly, without any attempt at concealment?
But he? Squeezed her, rubbed her, massaged her, kissed her... All the messages left on her body were just a few clear words - He wanted to have sex with her.
With such an open expression, how could she not be stirred? Her nerves were on the verge of snapping. Mating was something that happened between animals, with strong and attractive males pursuing weak-willed females, and reason having no control over the body's natural responses.
When a wet, sticky tongue traced the back of her ear, she was still able to resist for a moment. But when Isidore's voice, thick with lust and sensuality, blew a hot breath into her ear, she could no longer withstand it and melted into a puddle of weakness.
He said: "Eloise, I love you."
He chuckled softly, pulling her hand downward as he continued, "I think about you every day. I think about the nights we've spent together, the moments of intimacy we shared... During the two months you were gone, I thought about you every day, I missed you so much, I longed for you, for once more..."
Pause, "What about you? Do you want me to fxxck you?" His deep voice was thick with syrup: "Has there ever been a night in bed when you thought about me, playing with your little slutty pussy?"
The words, too obscene to hear, pierced Eloise's ears without missing a single syllable, then burrowed deep into her mind, creating a reverberating echo within her skull—she hated that the human brain lacked a filtering function!
Isidore continued to tease her with his teeth and tongue, insisting on hearing the answer to this particular question. Eloise was like a fierce warrior, bound to a pillar by the enemy, enduring all forms of torture. She gritted her teeth and stubbornly replied, "No!"
"Not even once?" His voice grew slightly deeper, clearly displeased with her answer.
Eloise bit her lip, turning her head away, "Hmph!"
Isidore furrowed his sharp brows, pressing them down completely, the skin merging together, heavy and hot. As his body shifted, the tension pulled and tore, and Eloise seemed to be pushed and squeezed, like a piece of clay being kneaded at will.
These punitive actions stemmed from resentment, and Isidore's resentment arose from a sense of psychological imbalance. In his deep voice, there was a hint of gritted teeth as he said, "Have a little conscience, will you? I think about you every night. I really miss you."
Those intimate words could not be stopped as they drilled into the ears, a path connecting throughout the body.
It made her feel a restless itch in her heart, as though she longed to depend on him infinitely. During the process of being caressed by him, she also found great enjoyment, as if his bodies and minds had already merged as one.
"Mm... uh..." She let out an embarrassing sound. During this time, Isidore seductively asked a few more times, "It will feel good... Wanna try it?" Eloise stubbornly held onto the last shred of her willpower and firmly said, "No."
Seeing her pained yet stubborn little face, Isidore couldn't help but laugh in exasperation, wondering where she had trained to develop such unyielding resolve. However—Isidore knew in his heart that although this girl was timid, she had always been incredibly stubborn.
He sighed inwardly, as if he had lost in an invisible arena against her. The words he had said earlier echoed in his mind, and he would not go back on them. So, he wouldn't force her, but instead, tormented by desire, he intensified his caresses. Whispering in her ear with a mix of love and frustration, he murmured, "How could you... how could you be so..."
She had expected him to say something hurtful, but to her surprise, the two words he finally uttered were: "So cute."
"How could you be so cute?" he gritted through his teeth, the words escaping with difficulty.
Eloise froze for a moment. All the blunt, provocative words that had failed to stir any reaction—this one simple sentence, however, had easily accomplished what they couldn't: a fluttering in her heart. Her heart skipped a beat before it began to thump erratically. A flush spread from her shoulders to her neck, this time out of shyness.
Flustered, she responded awkwardly, "W-what's it to you!" She meant to create some distance between them, to express a sense of "Did my cuteness bother you?" with a hint of defiance, but the words didn't quite match the intent.
Isidore chuckled lowly a few times, then pulled her tightly into his embrace, his arms pressing so firmly that her shoulder bones ached from the pressure.
There was a knock at the door, and Charlie's voice sounded awkward as he said, "Boss, is there anything you need us to do?" Isidore turned his head, his tone as cold as ice: "The farther you get, the better."
"Understood." Having fulfilled his duty to remind, Charlie retreated without a second thought.
It was only after this interruption that Eloise realized she had already been in the lounge for quite a while. She hadn't done any actual work at all, completely preoccupied with the distraction. And anyone with even a little experience in matters between men and women would likely have already figured out what had transpired inside, perhaps even letting their imaginations run wild with more exaggerated thoughts.
Even aside from that, there was still a circle of high-ranking officials and dignitaries in the private room, waiting for Isidore to return. Yet he openly left them behind, staying here to entangle her body and soul. Eloise, lacking his strong mental fortitude, anxiously pushed at his shoulder.
"Does it really take that long to change clothes? Hurry up and go!"
Isidore, however, pinched her cheek and said, "Do you expect me to go over there in this state? If I make them laugh, will it be your fault or mine? Do you think I'm as absent-minded as you?"
Eloise rolled her eyes in frustration. How could he still turn this around on her...? Pressed by the situation, her last line of defense silently crumbled. She pushed her knee up, urging him to move aside. "Fine, just get it over with, quickly."
Isidore didn't hesitate for a second and immediately proceeded with what he intended to do. A triumphant smile appeared at the corner of his mouth as he pressed down on her, saying something infuriating: "If you agree quickly, it won't be a matter of getting it over with fast."
Eloise, feeling numb, slowly regained her strength. She was so angry that she wanted to say something, but he pressed her forcefully, not allowing her to speak. All that came out were broken fragments: "Ah! Ah! Wait, slow down!"
He held back a smile and deliberately asked with a puzzled expression, "Wasn't it you who wanted me to go faster? Why are you telling me to slow down now? So hard to please?"
She could clearly feel his urgency, especially after he had been so patient with her earlier. At that moment, Eloise finally began to feel a bit scared. He hadn't been lying to her; he was truly on the verge of losing control.
