Chapter 233: Trouble!

The next morning.

Soft rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm golden glow across Jake and Grace’s room.

The once-messy bed had gone quiet, the luxurious sheets still scattered loosely across the mattress.

The room itself was peaceful, save for the faint sounds of flesh meeting flesh mixing with splashing water coming from the bathing room.

Plap!

Plap!

Plap!

"Ahh~ Jake~ I love you ?~"

"Arghh..."

Steam hung thick in the bathing room, clinging to the mirrors and turning the morning light hazy.

Water poured from the overhead spout in a steady warm sheet, running over Jake’s shoulders and down the line of Grace’s back before spilling onto the tile.

Inside the bathroom, beneath the falling water, Jake and Grace had begun their morning indulgence once again.

Jake stood while Grace clung to him, arms locked around his neck, legs spread wide around his waist, her whole weight lifted clear of the floor.

He held her petite yet voluptuous body up with both hands under her spread thighs, fingers sunk into soft wet skin, and fucked her standing beneath the fall of water.

Plap!

Plap!

Plap!

Every upward drive seated his cock to the base.

And every drop of his hips dragged him almost out before he pushed back in, the wet slap of their bodies loud under the shower.

"Ahh~ Jake~ ?~"

Grace felt as if she were floating as her head jerk up and down.

His thick, hot cock stretched her again and again, the head nudging deep against her womb with every thrust.

Her beautiful, teary golden eyes looked at the man breathing roughly beneath her, and a tender smile touched her lips.

She was happy just seeing the pleasure on his face.

Water streamed over both of them.

It ran from his hair down his jaw, over her swaying breasts, and along the place they were joined.

Grace’s thighs trembled around his waist as her toes curled cutely in the air.

Then she felt the familiar twitching of his cock inside her.

"Jake~..." she whispered, voice soft under the pouring water.

Her fingers threaded into his wet hair.

"Give it to me... your baby seed inside."

"...!"

Hearing that seductively words, Jake’s breath caught.

The twitch came again, harder this time as his cock swelling against her walls as the heat at the base of his spine snapped tight.

He groaned, low and broken, and locked both hands under her spread thighs so she couldn’t slip.

"Grace—"

He drove up into her one last time and stayed buried to the base, hips flush to hers, and came.

SPURT!

SPURT!

SPURT!

Thick pulses spilled deep inside her, hot enough that she felt every one of them against her womb.

Jake’s whole body shuddered under the fall of water.

"Damn..."

A rough sound escaped his throat as he held her lifted and emptied himself, cock jerking with each spurt.

"Ahh~ ?~" Grace’s toes curled tighter in the air.

Her tight pussy fluttered around him, milking the rest of it, and she clung to his neck with a soft, happy moan.

A thin strand of drool slipping from the corner of her lips as a lewd, blissful smile spread across her face.

"I feel it... you’re filling me up... so good~"

Grace had missed this sensation so much.

Even after being filled so thoroughly over the past days, she was still not satisfied.

It had become like a drug to her now, to be filled daily with Jake’s seed.

Water streamed over them both.

Jake kept her pinned there, still coming, still throbbing inside her, until the last pulse faded and he was left breathing hard.

Squelch...

A little of his seed leaked out around his shaft and ran warm down her skin before the shower washed it away, but most of it stayed deep, right where she had asked for it.

He too was never tired of the woman in his arms. Seeing her like this, flushed and clinging, water in her lashes, he couldn’t make himself let go.

Grace’s golden eyes were half-lidded and shining.

Jake leaned in and kissed her while moving his hips in a slow grind, as if he were using that wriggling flesh to wring the rest of his seed out of himself.

"Mmm~ ?~" Grace melted into the kiss as her arms tightened around his neck.

Every small roll of his hips pushed the thick warmth deeper, and her pussy fluttered in answer, soft and greedy, milking what little he had left.

"Jake... you’re still hard..."

"Can’t help it."

His voice was low against her mouth.

He kept her lifted, hands firm under her spread thighs, and ground in lazy circles so the head of his cock nudged her womb with each pass. .

"You feel too good... Don’t want to pull out yet."

Grace smiled into the kiss, teary and happy. Her toes curled in the air behind him.

She rolled her hips to meet that slow grind, not chasing another peak, only wanting to keep him seated and feel every last pulse worked into her.

"Then don’t..." she whispered. "Stay... and use me a little more. I want all of it."

Jake groaned softly and obliged.

He kissed her again, deeper this time, and kept that unhurried grind under the falling water, wringing himself empty inside the woman who refused to let him go.

After some minutes passed, he was still inside her, cock half-hard again from the slow grind, when he felt the familiar heat start to build a second time.

Grace had noticed.

She smiled against his mouth, golden eyes bright, and rolled her hips in a small, inviting circle.

"Hehe~... again...?" she whispered.

Jake smiled wryly and kissed her cheek.

"Well, it’s all your fault. Why are you so damn addictive?"

Grace giggled cutely at his words.

Then Jake adjusted his grip under her thighs, ready to lift her and start moving in earnest.

"Hold on."

Grace’s legs tightened around his waist.

Her arms locked at his neck as her inner walls clenched warmly around the thick, hard cock still buried inside her.

She was just opening her mouth to answer when a knock cut through the hiss of the shower.

Knock.

Knock.

Jake paused slightly, and Grace’s eyes widened.

They looked at each other and blinked, wondering who was at the door.

But Jake didn’t set her down, and he didn’t pull out yet.

With her still hanging from his neck, legs spread around him, he turned and stepped out of the direct fall of water, crossing the wet tile toward the half-open bathing-room door.

Knock.

Knock.

Another set of knocks came.

Jake and Grace, now peeking from the bathing-room door, stayed pressed together in the gap.

Water dripped from their shoulders onto the floor.

Grace’s face was half-hidden against his neck, her bare legs still locked at his waist.

Then Jake raised his voice. "Who is it?"

There was a brief pause before a familiar voice came from the other side of the door, muffled by the wood.

"S-Sir Jake, there’s trouble!"

Jake’s expression turned strange as he recognized the voice.

It was the same attendant who had come to him before, bringing the news that Vivian was in trouble.

For a moment, Jake couldn’t help but feel a sense of déjà vu.

And almost as if history were repeating itself, the attendant nervously shouted the exact words Jake had expected to hear.

"M-Madam Vivian is in trouble!"

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A short while later, Jake and Grace were walking through the corridor, following the attendant who had come to summon them.

The attendant hurried ahead, his expression nervous as he occasionally glanced back to make sure they were following.

Jake, on the other hand, looked far less concerned.

His hands rested casually behind his back as he walked at a leisurely pace, with Grace following beside him.

After a moment, he finally broke the silence.

"Are you sure Madam Vivian is in trouble?"

His tone carried a hint of skepticism.

The attendant stiffened slightly and turned his head.

"Y-Yes, Sir Jake! I’m absolutely certain!"

Jake raised an eyebrow.

"Really? And what kind of trouble is it this time?"

The attendant hesitated, his expression growing even more uneasy.

"W-Well..." The attendant swallowed nervously before continuing. "I’m not entirely sure about the details, Sir Jake. I was only told to find you immediately."

Jake narrowed his eyes slightly.

"You don’t know the details, yet you’re already telling me Madam Vivian is in trouble?"

"I-I apologize, Sir Jake! But the situation seemed rather urgent!"

Jake gave the attendant a strange look as he couldn’t help but recall the previous time the same man had rushed to him with news of Vivian being in trouble.

Beside him, Grace noticed his expression and couldn’t help but giggle softly at the look on his face.

However, her amusement soon faded as she shifted her gaze toward the attendant walking ahead of them.

Then... a cold glint flashed through her eyes.

After all, they had been in the middle of something rather... important before this unexpected interruption.

Meanwhile, the attendant suddenly felt a chill run down his spine as his back shivered involuntarily.

"Huh...?"

He glanced around in confusion, wondering why he had suddenly felt so cold despite the pleasant morning weather.

But after finding nothing unusual, he could only swallow nervously and continue leading the way.

Behind him, Grace smiled sweetly as if nothing had happened at all.

However, just as Grace was about to turn her attention back to Jake, her gaze suddenly landed on a familiar figure waiting at the end of the corridor.

It was... Aria.