Quietly Hiding that I am a Man chapter 149- Fake Peace (Mature)

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Looking back, the first time Jerome and I were together physically, it wasn’t a situation where I could decide whether I liked it or not.

Back then, calming Jerome down had been more urgent than chasing pleasure.

The second time, I was just scared, completely overwhelmed.

I’d never been accustomed to that kind of stimulation, and seeing myself change so drastically was unsettling.

Maybe if I’d been certain Jerome loved me, it would’ve felt different, but I wasn’t.

Perhaps it was inevitable that I came to define sex as something “shameful” or “just painfully dirty.”

And honestly, that hadn’t changed.

“Wait…”

Jerome was pushing forward without even giving me a chance to change clothes.

I grabbed his shoulders as he buried his face in the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply.

His hand slid beneath me, lifting me effortlessly as my arms flailed helplessly in mid-air.

Realizing he had no intention of showering first, I shouted urgently as he carried me toward the bed.

“Wait! I said stop! Can’t we at least clean up first—?”

“Then let’s shower together.”

He was the sober one, but Jerome was the one spouting ridiculous suggestions.

If he’d been his usual cheeky self, I could’ve rejected him outright.

But the way he looked at me now—earnest to the point of disarming—left me speechless.

Jerome laid me on the bed and softly stroked my knee.

“Do you know how I feel right now?”

“…”

“I feel like someone dying of thirst who finally managed to sip a drop of water from their lord’s table.”

His laughter scattered like warm sparks against my ear, and my back tensed reflexively.

Though the memories of the times we’d been intimate were hazy, my body remembered them vividly.

The sharp pain that felt like I was being split in half, his hands gripping my trembling body, and the raw sensations—sticky fluids trailing down and nails scraping over hardened peaks.

I shut my eyes tightly and turned my face away, only for Jerome to grab my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze.

“My lord, please don’t cast me out. You said yesterday that you were at least fond of this ‘tool,’ didn’t you? Are you upset because I took liberties without permission?”

“…”

“You bounced your hips every time I bit down on your flesh. Why is my elegant lord so angry now?”

If my memory served me right, Jerome was the sole heir of the esteemed Howard family.

Hearing him pretend to be a naive servant, speaking such shameless lines, left me dumbfounded.

Seeing my incredulous smile, Jerome chuckled softly and pressed his lips to my earlobe.

His hand traced down my thigh, and I flinched.

“You were just a child who barely came up to my waist not so long ago. And now you share my bed, feed me your warmth, and let yourself be drenched so sinfully down there.”

“What exactly are you? A naive servant, or my personal concubine? Make up your mi—”

Before I could finish, his hand brushed aside my underwear.

His calloused fingers traced the sensitive ridges, drawing a sharp breath from me.

I clamped my mouth shut, but Jerome only leaned in closer, murmuring playfully.

“Are you scared?”

“…”

“Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you this time.”

His words were gentle, almost tender.

But I couldn’t help recalling the past—Jerome pinning me to the bed, his thrusts relentless.

The man before me seemed like a completely different person.

Suppressing the urge to flee, I clung to him, burying my face in his neck.

“I… I’m just glad you’re alive.”

The words spilled out unbidden.

Though I tried to act unbothered, I was still stuck in that moment when Jerome had nearly drowned in darkness.

Jerome studied me silently before letting out a languid chuckle.

At the same time, his thick fingers filled me, and I gasped.

My legs trembled, and tears welled up despite myself.

Breathing heavily, Jerome whispered against my skin.

“You paid the rightful price for me back then.”

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At the sound of the low voice, my stomach involuntarily clenched with a spasm.

It was an unfamiliar sensation, something I had never experienced before.

His hand brushed over the sensitive, swollen inner wall, making me writhe and whimper.

His touch inside grew more insistent, the pace quickening.

I struggled, pushing against Jerome’s shoulders as he held me tightly, preventing escape.

“You can treat me like a servant or a plaything—do whatever you want with me.”

“Ah… wait, wait! Something feels strange!”

A peculiar rush of pleasure overtook me, making my back arch and my legs push against the sheets.

Despite my near-pleading voice, Jerome showed no sign of stopping.

He sucked on my nipples deliberately, flattening them with his tongue and sucking noisily.

A strange, spine-tingling pleasure made sweat bead on my forehead.

Even as he worked me into a frenzy, he ignored the front, leaving me simmering in frustration.

In the end, I was the first to surrender.

“I want to… Please, let me…”

“No,” Jerome replied. “I told you I wouldn’t hurt you tonight.”

Something about the odd tone in his voice made me turn to look at him. He smiled meaningfully.

“Tonight, I’m going to take my time. Thoroughly, my dear.”

“…”

“Until you beg me for it with your own lips.”

A red alert flared in my mind as my body tensed.

It was the beginning of an endless, hellish climax.

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When do you think a human truly dies?

When a bullet pierces their heart? No.

When they’re stricken with an incurable disease? Not even close…

It’s when they’re caught by a twisted lunatic and subjected to a relentless, heavy, and smoldering pleasure that lasts for hours.

I was confident—boldly so.

Jerome, who had no match in the empire when it came to raw sexual desire, wouldn’t devote himself so meticulously for hours just to bring me sexual pleasure.

However, as Jerome sucked and teased relentlessly below for an hour, leaving me sore, without so much as touching the front, I realized once again that I had underestimated him.

With my face buried in the bedsheets, I let out muffled cries.

“Ah, I can’t… I can’t take it anymore. I’m sorry. I was wrong. I’m sorry…”

When I reflexively pulled my legs together, feeling like I was about to reach my limit, he immediately stopped what he was doing with his hands.

As I grew desperate and tried to touch myself, he went so far as to untie his own necktie and use it to bind my wrists.

In the end, it wasn’t until I found myself on all fours, arching my back and moaning, that Jerome finally decided to penetrate—except he didn’t.

Instead, he got even more worked up, hooked his fingers into the entrance, spread it apart, and marveled, “My wife’s nipples are a pretty pink color, and this here is pink too.”

Watching him with that awe-struck expression, I couldn’t help but reflect once more on the philosophical argument of human nature’s inherent evilness.

As the obscene squelching sounds echoed, Jerome tilted his head curiously and said with a puzzled look…

“See? I told you, didn’t I? Like a dog in heat, rubbing your cock on me—what, are you too embarrassed for that? What’s there to be shy about between a married couple? Just hurry up and do it.”

“Ugh… Y-You said you’d be gentle. You said you’d be gentle, you bastard.”

Even with the resentment in my voice, Jerome didn’t particularly react.

I turned my tear-soaked face to observe his expression.

With his characteristic vacant gaze, Jerome muttered softly:

“If I keep pushing like this, it feels like even a fist could fit…”

I flinched at Jerome’s eerie muttering, a shiver running through my body.

Amidst the tension, my eyes involuntarily fell on the threatening bulge at the front of Jerome’s trousers.

Hiccupping, I crawled forward hesitantly, only for a large hand to firmly grasp my ankle and pull me downward.

Like someone drowning, my legs flailed helplessly in the air as Jerome held my ankle tightly with one hand.

Pressing his lips firmly against the arch of my trembling foot, he finally spoke.

“Aren’t you sweet? You’re holding back the urge to push me away, working hard for my wife’s sexual satisfaction. If I die, they’ll surely put up a statue in front of our house. A statue to honor a good husband.”

Don’t be ridiculous.

If they ever put up a statue like that while I’m still alive, I’ll drive a bulldozer to demolish it in the middle of the night.

The feeling of being on the verge of something but never quite crossing over—it’s torture, and I’m sure even Jerome, being a man, knows that.

He may not be hurting me physically, but by constantly tormenting me like this, I can’t help but think that he wants something from me.

“So today, I’ll pleasure you for a long time, honey. Until you beg for it with your mouth.”

Even though his erection was hard, the inability to release made it painful and agonizing.

He bit his lip, hesitated, and then murmured in a trembling voice.

“Cock…”

I swallowed the shameful words that had risen to the back of my throat.

No matter how much I was suffering, I had my pride—there was no way I could let such words pass my lips.

With a look on my face that seemed like I might cry, I kept my mouth tightly shut, and Jerome asked, as if he found it amusing:

“Cock what?”

“……”

“You want me to touch your cock too?”

My eyes widened at Jerome’s words.

A strained groan escaped as Jerome roughly groped my erect member.

White precum dripped from my member.

As expected, once again, he spoke as if the words were forced out, right before reaching my climax, when he pulled his hand away from my member.

“Give me your cock, please.”

I was so drained mentally and physically that I didn’t even feel embarrassed.

My upper body was collapsing, and I could barely lift my hips as I let out ragged breaths.

Jerome, who showed no reaction to my state, subtly curled the corner of his mouth upward.

Then, he ran his fingernail over the split tip of my cock.

“I don’t want to.”

“Ugh…”

“You should at least do something like ‘Please give me your… your… to Jeanne, husband’ to feel like it’s a honeymoon.”

His whole body was slick with sweat, and the vague pleasure clouded his mind, making it impossible to think rationally.

As my lips twitched as if to say something, Jerome willingly leaned forward.

“Huh? Say it, hurry up. Before I end up like this all day.”

I sniffed while looking at his mischievous face.

I realized how foolish I was for forgetting that this guy was a true sadist, deriving pleasure from tormenting others.

With my eyes tightly shut, I kissed Jerome’s cheek.

Then, in a voice so quiet that one wouldn’t hear it unless they were paying close attention, I mumbled.

“I… I love you…”

“……”

“I’ll definitely protect you, don’t worry.”

It was a remark that slipped out unconsciously amidst his hazy thoughts.

Despite not being the provocative words he had been asking for, Jerome’s gaze visibly grew more menacing.

After a long silence, Jerome slipped his arm beneath his back and pulled him into a tight embrace.

Then, in a low, hushed voice, he whispered.

“It sounds almost like you’re asking me to make a baby.”

As Jerome’s erect penis brushed against the opening, the slick, warm entrance seemed to twitch in anticipation of the upcoming act.

The hole slowly stretched open as he shut his eyes tightly.

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