Chapter 345

Chapter 345: Chapter 351

“Good morning, Madam.” Quinn bowed his head slightly to Silvia, who was standing by the bedside, her anxious gaze fixed entirely on her ailing husband.

“Yes… good morning to you too,” she responded in a breathless murmur, deliberately avoiding his eyes. Even the sound of his voice triggered an involuntary shiver, instantly dragging her mind back to the vivid, scorching memory of the carnal pleasure they had shared just days prior.

“It is time for me to perform the healing session for the lord again,” Quinn stated smoothly, his tone carrying an unsettling edge of absolute confidence.

“Please do.” She hastily stepped back, giving him ample space to walk closer to the bed where her husband lay incapacitated.

Quinn took a deliberate step toward the bed, but before tending to the patient, he cast a sideways glance at her. “Are you perhaps not feeling well, Madam? You look rather pale and tired today.”

“N-nothing. It is only natural to feel fatigued after handling the estate’s workload…” She averted her gaze once more, staring hard at the floorboards. Yet, no matter how hard she tried to focus, the intrusive imagery flooded her consciousness. The memory of his massive, throbbing member filling her completely, stretching her walls, and conquering her body was far too vivid. She couldn’t erase those intense sensations from her mind.

“Ohh? Is that so?” Quinn murmured, his voice dropping an octave as he sidestepped closer to her instead of the bed. “How about I help you relax again, just like last time?”

Before she could react, Quinn stopped right behind her, his large frame casting a heavy shadow over her slender figure as he stared down at her body with undisguised hunger.

“N-no, I’m fine… It’s completely okay,” she whispered, taking an instinctive step backward. It had been a monumental mistake, and there would be no repetition. She had sworn to herself that it was a one-time lapse in judgment; she needed to put a definitive end to this madness.

“Are you entirely sure, Madam? I can easily diagnose and treat your physical ailments if you just let me. I happen to know a wonderful technique to relieve stubborn back pain.” Without waiting for her permission, he stepped into her personal space, his warm hand settling firmly against her lower back, his fingers expertly kneading her tense muscles.

“Ngh… s-stop that this instant. Do not touch my back…” She lurched forward, trying to break contact. But it was already getting dangerous. Merely having his hands on her was enough to send a jolt of heat straight to her core, making her deeply, painfully aroused.

“Bodies never lie, Madam; the physical strain in your posture is clearly building up.” Quinn refused to let go, closing the distance between them once more as his fingers slid upward to pinch her shoulders. He knew exactly what he was doing, applying just the right amount of pressure. Her body was infinitely more sensitive and receptive now than it had been before their long, grueling, utterly debauched session together.

“Ngn… ahn… s-stop now. What if a servant walks in and sees you touching me like this?” She tried to exert more physical resistance, but it was entirely futile. She was trapped in the web of his care, entirely at his mercy.

“How about another therapeutic massage, Madam? Believe me, it is immensely beneficial for your physical well-being.”

“Ahh… ahn… s-stop… We simply cannot do that again. It was a pure mistake—a moment of weakness,” she protested, her voice trembling as she recognized the familiar, dangerous trajectory of his touch. Yielding to him now would only complicate her life beyond repair.

“Ahh, don’t be like that, Madam. As if you didn’t thoroughly enjoy every single second of my massage last time.” Before she could step away, Quinn slid his hands around to her front, cupping her chest and boldly groping her large breasts with crushing, demanding intensity.

“Ngh… ahn… This… you cannot touch me like this… I will genuinely get angry.”

“I am entirely certain you won’t, Madam. As I said, bodies do not lie. How about we give in and make another wonderful mistake? We are only human, after all; living beings are inherently prone to making mistakes.” Quinn lowered his hands slightly, squeezing her heavy breasts from underneath, lifting them to test their weight.

Ngn… ahn… This is absolute madness, she thought, a fierce internal turmoil tearing her apart. I made a solemn promise that it would only happen once… ahn… What on earth am I supposed to do? But… why, oh why, is it so impossibly difficult for me to reject his offer?

She knew the harsh truth deep down—her body was fiercely craving that intense, forbidden thrill all over again. Good sex… no, raw, unfiltered fucking, to be precise. It was profoundly wrong, and she was acutely aware of the moral failure. Yet, the deep-seated longing for physical fulfillment had been completely drilled into her mind by his skillful hands.

“Just once…? Let’s make it only for today, and afterward, we will pretend it never happened and forget everything. No more after this,” she whispered, her resolve crumbling.

“Ngn… ahn… You made that exact same promise last time. I am not foolish enough to fall for that lie again. Please, no more… I refuse to betray my husband any further,” she begged softly, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. It was devastatingly cruel—both to her own conscience and to the honorable man lying helpless in the bed just feet away.

“How terribly cruel of you, after all the magnificent pleasure we shared. Now you try to act innocent. Mistakes may happen only once, but you eagerly savored my cock for hours on end until you were completely spent and dripping wet. Do not lie to me now.” Quinn tracked the location of her hardening nipples through the fabric of her dress, pinching the erect peaks firmly between his thumb and forefinger. She was so thoroughly aroused that her survival instinct was completely overridden; a part of her barely even cared that he was fondling her body right in front of her incapacitated husband.

“Ngn… ahn… ahn… Only because you manipulated my body with your strange arts… ahn… Don’t try to fool me into thinking this is entirely my fault.” She pressed her hands against his chest, pushing weakly, desperately wanting him to halt his assault.

“Then how about you explain why you squirted wave after wave of your sweet juices all over my thighs, hmm? Are you honestly going to stand there and claim you felt no pleasure whatsoever?” Quinn chuckled darkly, pulling her breasts outward before pinching them sharply together with his left hand.

“Ngn! Ahn… ahn… ahn… S-stop it. Please don’t do that. Stop pinching my nipples… ahn… My husband… ahn… is right there in the bed…” Silvia had only one desperate desire left in the world: to escape from this torturous predicament with her remaining shreds of dignity.

“Then how about an alternative? If you doesn’t let me touch you like that here, how about you simply give me a proper blowjob as due payment for my ongoing treatment of your husband? I expect to be paid very handsomely for my medical services, you know.”

“Ngn… ahn… y-you are despicable…”

“Yes, Madam, I want you to pay me using your warm mouth. Or tell me, are you genuinely fine with the miserable state your husband is trapped in right now? I bet my services are the only thing keeping him alive, and surely you wouldn’t want to see him suffer any longer than necessary, would you?”

“Ngn… I honestly thought that you were doing all of this purely out of goodwill…”

“I was, but charity only covers the very beginning, Madam. As the old saying goes… nothing in this cruel world is ever truly free. So, what is your final answer? Give me a proper blowjob to settle the debt, and we can completely wipe away what happened last time, treating it as a closed chapter. Now, things are different.” With a slow, provocative motion, Quinn nudged the heavy bulge growing inside his trousers, standing fully prepared to collect his illicit payment right there in the quiet room.