The Happy Ending Love Story

Lady Veronica #14

Veronica clearly heard the word 'delicious' even as she was immersed in enjoyment. The word turned into an indescribable feeling that made her hair stand up. At this moment, he felt like a ruthless predator that could easily eat him completely from head to toe.

"You, uhg, what the fuck are you?"

She, who was tormenting him as she repeatedly played her soft earlobes and stuffed her tongue into his ears, chuckled. His laughing voice surpassed his eardrum and shook his rather small heart violently. 

"What am I, you say?"

Ivan kissed his chin and whispered softly.

"I'm your husband, Veronica."

A voice even sweeter than dessert echoed in his ears.

Ivan continued to move his fingers while putting on a charming smile that made him dizzy, just by looking at it. His chest fruit, captured by his hands, was plagued with simulations here and there, and his peak even stood stiffly.

"It's getting tough, here."

He continued to nudge his rigid peak deeply and say what appeared in his mind. Veronica's face was colored bright red to the point that it could be recognized in the darkness. Ivan chuckled and scratched his nipples with his fingernails.

"Haagh!"

With just one move, Veronica's waist twisted and her eyelids trembled. Every time his fingers teased his peak, he felt a strange sensation that contracted tightly within his feet. He tried to come to his senses with all his might and pushed his shoulder with his weak hand.

"No, uhg, no!"

"Hmm?"

Ivan's eyes twitched as if he didn't know what he was talking about. If one looked at him, they could only see his calm face, which one could not imagine him doing something like touching a woman's breasts with lewd hands.

His irises, which were staring intently at him in the darkness, were dyed red again before he realized it. Her eyes were like that before when she kissed him, as if she had been possessed by her own desires a while ago.

During this time, it was only natural that Veronica thought she was Ivan, her own husband. He lost his memory for some time and his character changed slightly, but he did not think that the person had been changed. However, at this moment, where he was like he was trapped in a predator food cage, a suspicion that glittered like a flash of light appeared in his mind.

No matter how she looked at it, this man, she did not think it was Ivan Wilhem, her own husband. 

Whether it was the color of his eyes that would change over time as if paint was being poured onto a blank sheet of paper, or his actions that he had not been able to understand until now, except for that, the many sides of her who had a sense of incompatibility were phenomena she could never see in her husband. It's too strange and unusual to cover it up with memory loss as an excuse.

"You, you're not Ivan Wilhem!"

The evidence that made him nervous was so obvious that he felt uneasy as to why he took so long to come to such a conclusion.

Hearing his sharp voice, Ivan lethargicly stuck out his tongue and wet his lips. At the corner of his lips that had been painted narrow with shadows, his smile that made him shudder was clearly visible.

"Me?"

The sound of baritone laughter spread evenly on the edge of his ears. Ivan slowly licked his earlobe and whispered. 

"But I'm Ivan."

Wherever he touched it, a rushing and vibrating current flowed through it, causing Ivan to hyperventilate.

"Don't, don't, don't lie!"

"That's right. Because my name is Ivan."

He replied while banging his face between his collarbone as if he wanted to be tied up forever. The ridge of his nose, which was widely rumored to have been carefully carved by the Gods, was rubbed into his collarbone. 

Even her small actions came as a raw stimulus, and Veronica's fingertips trembled.

His mind was busy spinning even as his body quietly became a dead red.

Clearly, he said that his 'name' was also Ivan. It was such an unpleasant feeling to him that no one could explain it. So, it seemed like this man before her now only had the same name as her husband.

"May I unite our bodies?"

The voice that touched his ears could not be more lustful. Surprised, Veronica was frightened to the point of running out of sense and exclaimed.

"No! You can't!"

"I thought you'd say that."

Ivan raised the corner of his lips, gave a smile so bright that he felt uncomfortable, and bit his peak on top of the camisole. He did not understand why he asked her if she would act as she pleased. As her peak was surrounded by her wet mouth, Veronica fused her lips together and bit her, and her spine throbbed.

"Nnl, ah! Stop that!"

As his tongue circled around him, his tongue touched its peak seductively. Then he pursed his lips and bit so strongly that he heard a loud voice. Meanwhile, his large hand violently massaged his chest on the other side. The milky white breast was pressed here and there by his palm.

The problem that made her crazy and agitated was the fact that her body felt excited once her hand touched it. His rationality collapsed again before he realized it. Dizziness weighed down his entire body as if he was completely swept away by it like when he lost the tension in his body.

Why did he become like this.

Veronica suddenly cried right then and there. Actually, he was confused, but he was suddenly overwhelmed with fear as soon as he felt his body was not his. 

As soon as he stopped his defiance of her and covered her face with his hands, Ivan, who was focused on his breast, stopped. Immediately, he lifted his head, which he thought would never be lifted, and found his wet eyes.

"You crying?"

"I told you, I told you to stop."

"Why are you crying? It makes me more excited."

Veronica was stunned and glared at him as the edge of her eyes turned red with tears. When he slightly moved his body, something strong touched his wide-open thigh. He suddenly lifted his upper body as he was shocked from an unthinkable hard thing into something of a human body.

"What'sthis? Something continues...."

Veronica who was looking down at her thighs instantly fell silent, realizing that the swollen one was the waist of her pants.

Realizing what he was pointing at, Ivan smiled widely.

"This? mine."

"Don't tell me that!"

Veronica shouted, covering her ears with a face that was much redder than her eyes. He smiled wickedly and bit Veronica's cheek.

"You're naive too. Is it because you are still holy that you have this fresh reaction?"

Veronica's eyes grew so big as if it was going to come out of her words that made her smile. 

"How do you know I'm still holy?"

"How could I not know?"

Ivan lifted his ankle and raised it above him. Veronica's upper body fell backwards, and she was in a lying position on the bed again. She wrapped Veronica's thighs around her waist and rubbed her tension over the entrance that was under her dress. It was an explicit and simple contact.

"You have this good smell."

Lady Veronica #15...