Isidore's eye muscles twitched slightly, stirred by those words. As Eloise's delicate fingers grasped his penis, his throat moved in a subtle swallow, and the rise and fall of his chest became more pronounced. All of this greatly pleased Eloise, who smiled mischievously, letting out a soft "hee-hee."
Her hand was small, and it was quite a strain for her to gather the penis with just one hand. She adjusted her grip, using her thumb and forefinger to hold it, and the object grew increasingly rigid in her hand, the brown skin beneath revealing blue veins that slithered like serpents. "Don't hurry, don't hurry," she reassured, then lowered herself into the seat. The penis was like a resilient rubber ball that bounced into her vagina.
Isidore waited quietly, going deeper still. Eloise let out a soft "hm," seemingly uncomfortable, suddenly sitting up. With a quick motion, she pulled out the penis, which had barely entered halfway, making a sharp sound as it came free. "No, no," she said. Isidore paused, holding his breath, his brow furrowing slightly. "What's wrong?" he asked.
Eloise cooed, "I haven't had a reaction yet, I can't fit it in." She had reacted quite smoothly, her body was trembling violently, and she had just been touched. Isidore took out his patience and played with her: "Come here, I'll lick your breasts, you'll get wet soon."
Eloise brought a pair of snow-white breasts close and, with a slight parting of his lips, took them in. The wet, warm interior of the mouth was covered with small grains that rise from the surface of tender nipples. And the firm tongue in the middle was patiently playing with the nipple. Eloise closed her eyes in enjoyment, her lips deliberately curling in feigned displeasure as she picked at random, "Harder, to the right! No, no biting, suck on it, ah..."
Lost in the intense sensation, she failed to notice Isidore's hand, which, tracing along her arm and wrist, reached the slippery back of her hand, thereby revealing the impatient truth that she had already placed her fingers in her vagina to masturbate herself. Eloise felt a bit embarrassed, caught in the act of indulging herself. How could she still pretend to control the situation with her usual air of nonchalance?
Isidore, however, showed no trace of mockery. His words came out muffled, as if his mouth were full of bread—though, indeed, it was a "bread" he was speaking of, his tongue playfully brushing against it. "So slim finger, is it enough to be tucked inside?" How could she possibly respond to that? Isidore didn't need her reply at all. Pressing her hand down to prevent her from pulling her fingers away, he slid his own longer, thicker fingers through the gap, pushing them in.
And at this moment, Eloise's hand below contained four fingers, two of which were her own and two of which belong to Isidore. They were intertwined and entangled in her vagina. The diameter formed by his four fingers was not small. Usually, when Isidore helped her expand, three fingers were enough, though thankfully, her fingers were relatively slender.
But Isidore noticed there was still some extra space, and without any mercy, he stuffed another one in, then guided Eloise's hand, moving it back and forth. In such a cramped space, Eloise couldn't separate the entwined fingers like vines, and her two fingers were compelled to act as accomplices to Isidore, thrusting herself deeply and painfully.
"Plop, plop, plop!" The liquid splattered everywhere. Only Eloise knew that no matter how long his fingers were, they could never reach the deepest part; only the short tip on the outside was being touched. This stark contrast between utter fullness and profound emptiness was what truly left one feeling hollow. "Enough, enough!" She raised the white flag. "I'm in the mood now, it's fine."
Isidore waited until she uttered those words with her own lips before he ceased his movements at both ends. Eloise, having caught her breath, began to feel a sense of imbalance again. Why was it always her body being controlled by him? He could no longer see; why couldn't she be firm for once?
Eloise squeezed her vagina with all her strength, her whole body tensing as if to ease the emptiness, though barely enough to make a difference. The soft, fuzzy sensation of electricity crawled up her scalp, and she shivered slightly, letting out a breath of relief. A mischievous smile curled on her lips as she propped herself up on Isidore's shoulder, then slowly lowered herself down onto his penis.
There was no need for support; it was as hard as a wooden stick that wouldn't bend, striking wherever directed. Push open, enter inside, stir in all directions, all are very useful; Eloise only needs to move her butt. She observed Isidore's expression, secretly laughing to herself. He must think she would act in a bold and extravagant manner—little did he know, she was much more mature now, much more composed.
On his handsome face, hidden beneath the confusion was an expression of restraint, which served as another source of excitement for her. In order to see more, the hungry her didn't mind enduring a little bit of discomfort.
She positioned herself in a crouching-like stance, using her legs to support her body, and with small movements, pushed her lower abdomen forward. His penis could only go in shallowly, entering only a little bit at a time. On several occasions, it only went in a little bit, with only the tip of the penis going in. It was as if placing a pot of delicious food in front of a hungry person, only allowing him to smell the aroma.
Isidore's breath quickly became erratic, and his restrained expression seemed to say, "Can you even handle this?" Eloise felt that it was about time, and with a sudden thrust, she thrusted in forcefully, first halfway, then all the way in after lifting it up again.
In that moment, Isidore lowered his head, his neck and back forming a straight line. The strained muscles in his neck were visible from the side. Eloise was very satisfied with the effect she had caused and repeated the process several times. When the suppression and restraint in Isidore's brows and eyes reached their peak, she withdrew her body as if pulling out the tassel.
Isidore raised his head, his pupils momentarily dilating. Before him was a sea of darkness, Eloise's scent lingering everywhere, yet light as mist, drifting away he knew not where. His voice remained steady as he asked, "Where did you go? Come here, continue." Eloise's laughter came from one direction, "I won't. You have to beg me."
Isidore rasped as he parted his lips, "I beg you." Eloise laughed even louder, "Begging is useless, hmph! You're usually so bold, but today, you'll just have to endure." Isidore could hear the hidden allure and trembling in her voice, and he could tell that her hand had once again involuntarily moved to soothe her vagina.
What a silly girl—winning the battle but losing the war. Isidore gritted his teeth, his temples even beginning to swell. When unseen, a person becomes more sensitive than usual. Without knowing where the gaze might be, indulging in self-satisfaction becomes something that requires psychological overcoming.
However, at his most critical moment, Eloise withdrew just as suddenly, halting abruptly at such a point. Even a saint could not withstand that. He raised his hand, intending to comfort himself, when a soft shout came from not far off, "You're not allowed to do that!"
He couldn't resist any longer, so Isidore held her hands down and fucked her hard and fast.
In a place where movement wasn't noticeable at this time, they continued until both sides were utterly exhausted, eventually falling into a deep sleep.
The next morning, Eloise couldn't stop laughing. In this temporary shelter in the basement, Isidore recklessly tore apart his only pair of pants, leaving him with no choice but to wrap himself in a bedsheet. Milo was just like that—he prepared everything, yet refused to pack a few extra sets of clothes.
Isidore couldn't see his own appearance, and even though she was laughing wildly, he remained completely indifferent, as if he didn't care at all.
Having just eaten a little, it wasn't the exit leading to the other side of Milo's villa, yet the sound of a visitor unexpectedly echoed through. Eloise knew who it was, so she didn't appear surprised. What was strange, however, was that Isidore didn't show any signs of surprise either.
As the door opened, Sylvana walked in, and another person left Eloise in shock. "Lysander!"
Sylvana smiled. "Thanks to him, we wouldn't have been able to gather enough evidence so quickly to deal with the remnants of Milo's faction." Lysander greeted her with a smile that was as bright as ever. "Elly, long time no see!"
In simple terms, Lysander had previously sided with Milo, only to turn against him at the most opportune moment. Eloise couldn't quite figure him out. She gave a bitter smile and said, "Just treat me as someone who only knows how to make money, with no loyalty or moral boundaries."
Eloise silently curled her lips, "I see now." He, unwilling to admit defeat, caught up. "Although I don't have loyalty, I do have brotherhood. When have I ever wronged you?"
Isidore let out a cold laugh, saying nothing, yet it felt as though every word was hidden within it.
Lysander looked at the man who had almost been killed because of him, yet showed no sign of anything unusual. He casually sat down and even winked at Eloise. "He must understand how important I am right now, so no matter how much he dislikes me, he won't lay a hand on me."
Eloise looked at Isidore's calm expression. "Did you guess that Sylvana and I are working together?"
"So, I already took the antidote." Isidore nodded. After entering the basement, Eloise appeared unusually relaxed, unlike when she had been imprisoned by Milo, constantly anxious and asking him what to do next. He could sense that despite her seemingly impulsive actions, there was a foundation and support behind her.
It wasn't until last night when he tore the pants off his arm and felt his strength return that he finally made sense of everything, realizing that the person behind Eloise was Sylvana.
Sylvana sat down gracefully and praised Eloise. "Miss Devereux is truly impressive. If it weren't for her quick thinking and decisiveness, we wouldn't have been able to deal with Milo so quickly. Who would have thought his villa would have an underground passage? If it weren't for Miss Devereux's coordinates, I would have never found this place."
Isidore smirked, "Why didn't you discuss it with me?" Sylvana said, "Because you definitely wouldn't let her take the risk." Eloise secretly laughed to herself from the side. Isidore raised an eyebrow, silently asking what she was laughing at. She whispered in his ear, "She's praising me for being impressive!"
Upon hearing that, Isidore's lips curled up slightly. Lysander, unable to tolerate his happiness, sarcastically commented, "Your outfit is quite unique." Isidore ignored him completely.
They began discussing future plans, how to completely eliminate Milo's faction.
Sylvana said, "The remnants of Milo's faction are now united by hatred. They've sworn to find you and take revenge at all costs. So, it's better for you to leave the country under my arrangement and hide for a while."
Lysander followed up, "In that case, Elly would be in great danger staying with you. It's better for me to protect her. I'll come and take her to a safe place in a few days."
Eloise's heart skipped a beat as she waited for Isidore to object, but he remained silent, saying nothing. Isidore understood that the current situation was indeed as it seemed. No matter how unreliable Lysander was, he had never harmed Eloise. Besides, no matter what, being by his side was far safer than staying by his own.
"I'll go wash some fruit," Eloise said angrily as she stood up and walked to the kitchen.
The remaining three continued their discussion, but Isidore seemed distracted. When the sound of pots and bowls clattering from the kitchen reached him, his head immediately turned in that direction. Sylvana teased, "I never thought a man who doesn't care much for women like you would have such a day."
His care for that girl showed in every aspect, and he couldn't hide it. Just like the kiss mark on her neck, it couldn't be concealed.
Eloise waited until the two of them left before coming out. Isidore was sitting in the living room, his expression deep and thoughtful.
Eloise placed the finely chopped fruit on the table, waiting for him to speak. Inside, she was screaming: Do I really have to go along with their plan, with you leaving the country, and me going to some safe place with Lysander?
But Isidore said nothing, and Eloise didn't feel like talking to him anymore. In the small space, the silence became suffocating, making it hard to breathe.
At bedtime, Eloise deliberately went to another room, which had become her usual way of expressing displeasure. She tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. She knew deep down that the plan they had come up with was the best arrangement, yet her heart still felt heavy with unease.
Unable to sleep, she simply turned over, got up, and switched on the large screen TV on the wall, preparing to browse through a movie to pass the time.
She opened a folder in the movie library, and the titles of the films inside were all strange and unusual. She thought it might be some obscure, niche film, so she instinctively clicked on one. Immediately, two naked bodies entwined appeared on the screen.
Eloise: "..." She was relieved that her quick reflexes kicked in, and she muted the sound just before the two people on the screen could make any noise. How could she almost forget? This was a place Milo had built for himself, and naturally, it was just an extension of his debauchery.
This made her think of Isidore's warmth once again. She couldn't hold back her curiosity and went to find Isidore, wanting to know all the details of the arrangement.
Eloise found Isidore and pouted, "When is Lysander coming to pick me up?"
Isidore's voice came from behind her, and after a while, he spoke, "One week from now."
Eloise asked again, "Are you really going abroad?" He didn't answer. Eloise took his silence as agreement. "Then you go ahead and leave first!" she said. "Otherwise, I'm afraid you'll end up refusing to go when the time comes!" Isidore said, "Alright."
The day after Isidore left, Lysander arrived in a jeep to pick her up. "Before we get there, is there anything you want to eat or drink?"
Eloise thought for a moment, "I want a large lollipop." Lysander hesitated, asking, "Where do we even find that?" Eloise replied, "Just look for any market. There's usually a store selling candy outside, and they'll have them."
"Alright!" Lysander said with a bright smile, turning the steering wheel to the limit.
"You see, isn't that it?" Eloise pointed with her lips toward a small shop by the roadside. Lysander unbuckled his seatbelt. "Wait for me, I'll go get it for you." Eloise saw other items on the sign and got tempted. "And buy two pounds of chocolate, and two boxes of biscuits too."
The store was crowded, and Lysander waited in line for a long time before he finally got everything she asked for. When he walked out and reached the car, the person in the passenger seat had already disappeared without a trace.
He looked around in shock, the area bustling with people, heads everywhere. Eloise's trace had blended into the crowd like a single drop of water in the sea. No matter how hard he tried to look, there was no way to find her.
In reality, Eloise hadn't gone far at all. She had simply moved to a small square behind the mall, found an empty bench, and sat there from dawn until dusk. It was only then that the person finally showed up. "Why are you running off on your own? Don't be so willful."
Eloise narrowed her eyes at him. "Aren't you supposed to be going abroad? Did you come back through the portal?" Isidore simply looked at her, and some things remained unspoken, both of them silently understanding. Eloise curled the corner of her lips and coldly smiled with satisfaction. She knew it—he would never leave!
Isidore admitted, "I couldn't stop worrying, so I've been following you." Eloise asked, "If I didn't disappear and didn't expose you, would you just keep following me?" He silently agreed. Eloise rubbed the goosebumps on her arm. "You're really a freak."
Isidore chuckled. He had always been a rather dark person.
"How long do you plan on following me? A year? Two years?"
Isidore tilted his neck. "I don't have a plan." It wasn't that he didn't plan on following her, but he hadn't planned on leaving her side. Eloise understood his meaning, took a deep breath, and shouted, "Why don't you just stay by my side?"
Isidore's eyes flickered for a moment, and he tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Aren't you annoyed with me?"
Eloise patted her bottom and stood up. "Then I'll travel the world. I'll need a bodyguard, right? I can't trust anyone else's strength, and Lysander might sell me for money at any time."
Isidore reminded her, "You're rich now, extremely rich."
Eloise lifted her chin. "Can I afford to pay your salary?"
He chuckled, "Barely."
Eloise didn't smile. Her little face was serious as she stared at him and extended a fair hand. "Well then—let's go?" The starlight in Isidore's eyes softened into gentle water, and he finally gave a relieved smile, as if shedding all his fatigue. He took her hand, not intending to let go.
