The Marquis was now focused on the act, remaining silent. Only his ragged breathing signaled his condition now.

He was aroused. The blatant reality of it made Liv’s heart flutter in her chest.

She, with that poor and clumsy technique of hers, was able to excite him.

“Grrh!”

A stifled groan erupted overhead as she realized that the Marquis’ thighs had swelled hard.

“Mmph!”

“Huff…”

The cock throbbed vigorously in her mouth. The glans was practically reaching the root of her tongue, and the cum that spurted out at his climax slid down her throat without giving her time to spit it out.

His cock, which had been pulsing with raw pleasure several times, finally withdrew slowly after he had spilled every last drop into her throat.

“Huff, puff.”

Liv breathed raggedly. The smell of cum in her mouth, the unfamiliar sensation in her throat, and the strange taste that numbed her tongue.

Everything was strange, but the strangest thing was her body. She hadn’t been touched, and yet she felt an intense sensitivity. Sweat broke out on her back, and her panties were damp.

She felt the urge to cling to him and ask him to embrace her right away.

“Oh no, did it hurt?”

While Liv was gasping from the intense arousal, the hand that held her chin pressed against the corner of her mouth. Her skin tingled with every touch of his fingers.

Liv didn’t have to look in the mirror to know it was torn. She slowly blinked her eyes.

Her sex with the Marquis had been rough, to say the least, but today’s act wasn’t just a reflection of his sexual preferences.

His rough movements were, unmistakably, colored with irritation. And the reason he was so irritated was because…

“You said I don’t have eyes for people.”

Speaking in a voice that resembled a crackle, Liv looked up at the Marquis.

He was still in his neat attire, unbuttoned and crisp. Despite his polished appearance, he unabashedly showcased his manhood out of the crotch of his pants. This display might have appeared indecent on someone else, yet the Marquis managed to evoke desire even in this audacious stance.

Thus, Liv wasn’t ashamed or embarrassed with the way she was kneeling in front of him now. Rather, she was getting horny.

“Then, am I mistaken about you, too, my Lord?”

“No.”

His answer flowed out flatly.

“The way you have no eyes for people has nothing to do with me.”

His penis, which had ejaculated once, was still half-erect. It made its presence known, throbbing as if the slightest touch would restore it to its former glory.

The Marquis, however, did not shove his glans between Liv’s lips. Instead, he gently stroked her swollen lips with his thumb and muttered.

“Because I am your god.”

The blue eyes, still ablaze with passion, were difficult to interpret. It looked like he wanted to straddle her and strip her naked, and it also looked like he wanted to kiss the lips that had taken on his penis just moments before.

The clear thing was that it contained desire. His lust was clearly not appeased by a single blast of ejaculation.

“This is better than my imagination.”

“Have you imagined this?”

Getting a blowjob from her?

He gave no answer. Instead, he wiped his penis with his handkerchief and nonchalantly smoothed down his pants. Liv, who had thought he would do something more, looked up at the Marquis with a puzzled expression.

He was back to his usual self in an instant and opened the window to let in some air. Liv also scrambled to her feet.

Her mouth and face were still a mess, but at least her clothes weren’t badly stained. The fact that she swallowed all the cum, in particular, made the cleanup easier.

Checking Liv’s face, the Marquis held out a spare handkerchief.

“Go out and ask Philip to give you a tour of the mansion.”

After watching Liv recover her composure, the Marquis added in a dry voice.

“If you’re bored, you could see if I really have a collection of taxidermy people in my basement.”

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