Under the Oak Tree Novel - Chapter 359:

Chapter 359: Chapter 120

“Eat.”

Compelled by his gentle but insistent tone, Maxi began to chew dryly. As soon as she managed to swallow, he hovered a small slice of tart in front of her. Maxi kept her lips firmly sealed, but when he began to stroke her chin coaxingly, she forced herself to take a bite. The cream was rich and sweet, but she did not savor it as she would have normally.

Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined she would ever be in such a bizarrely lewd position. He filled her completely while she sat atop his bare, sculpted body, allowing herself to be fed mouthful by mouthful. The strangeness of it addled her mind. Riftan, on the other hand, looked unperturbed as he occupied himself with being her personal attendant.

Trepidation slowly stirred in her. Her body seemed to have a mind of its own, the place where they were joined twitching and clamping around him. The burning in her abdomen began to rise.

Riftan did not react. He simply restrained her wriggling hips and growled, “Stop your whining. We’re not doing it until you’ve finished all of this.” Growing beet red, Maxi shrilled, “W-Whining—?!”

She could not believe he was admonishing her like a governess. Paying no heed to her protests, Riftan resumed feeding her. Maxi feared he truly would keep her here until she had finished the entire platter.

After anxiously glancing back and forth between his impassive face and the laden tray, Maxi obediently continued chewing. This mortifying situation would never end if she did not.

By the time she had taken numerous bites of bread and fruit, the heat in her stomach was unbearable. Squeezing her eyes shut, Maxi tried to quell the sizzling, to no avail. In fact, she felt herself reaching her limit as she rocked her hips against him. The fire within her grew to a blaze.

All concern for decorum burning away, she placed her hands on his sculpted waist for support and began to writhe. It was not enough, however. Her modest movements fell short of drawing out the intense pleasure she was seeking.

She looked up at him imploringly. “1-1 would like… t-to stop eating now.”

Riftan wordlessly regarded her flushed face for a moment, then picked a small strawberry off the plate. “You’ve barely had anything. Have this.”

“I-I’ve had enough, so will you…?”

Unable to ask him to take over, Maxi bit her lip. A hot shame suddenly overcame her. Here she was, writhing with desire, while Riftan seemed hardly affected. She glowered at his stony face before shifting her weight to her trembling thighs, willing herself to sit up. When she slowly raised her hips to free herself, Riftan clicked his tongue and grabbed her, thrusting upward.

Maxi threw her head back, mouth wide open in a silent cry. It felt like a spear to the stomach. She shuddered, the hairs on her body standing on end.

Riftan pulled her trembling form down to his chest, saying tersely, “I told you 1 would satisfy you once you’ve had this.”

As he pressed the strawberry to her lips, Maxi stared at him as though he were a madman. Who on earth was he? She did not know this person who was capable of controlling his desires with such cold precision.

She glared at him through her tears before meekly opening her mouth. Riftan placed the strawberry on her tongue, then waited until she had chewed enough times before leaning down to suck her swollen lip.

At long last, he began to move against her. The torture was coming to an end. Her relief did not last long, however, as she began to tense against Riftan’s increasingly rough thrusts. Though she already felt at her peak, he showed no sign of slowing.

Overwhelmed by the building sensation, she furiously shook her head like a deranged woman, clawing at his stomach. The pleasure was now akin to pain. Her stomach was no longer boiling; it was melting away, and her heart felt close to bursting.

Even as she thrashed, he thrust deep inside her a few more times. The anguish soon morphed into a searing euphoria. Her limbs felt as though she were flailing underwater. The moment she thought her feet had touched the bottom, she was pulled down to greater depths.

As if guided by something, she began to rock her hips to match the ferocity of his movements. Sparks flashed before her eyes, and an electrifying sensation shot up from her sacrum to the top of her head. She threw her head back as her body convulsed, and she felt something spurt from between her legs.

“N-No, no, no.”

Maxi burst into sobs as she gazed down at her groin in alarm. Her climax seemed to go on with no sign of ending. She tried to contain her body’s reaction, but it was futile.

Her inner wall tightened and loosened around him while endlessly spewing out wetness. Her limbs convulsed uncontrollably as if helplessly broken. Riftan paused, seemingly startled by her intense reaction, but then proceeded to wrap his arms around her and drive himself deeper.

Maxi screamed and went slack. She felt him climax soon after. By then, she was too drained to react. Light flashed before her as she shook uncontrollably, then everything went dark.

She was awakened by something rattling. Opening her eyes, she saw Riftan standing by the door, clad only in hastily buttoned trousers. Alarmed, Maxi sat bolt upright. Hearing her awaken, Riftan turned to look at her.

“You’re up already.”

Not knowing what to say, Maxi merely blinked her swollen lids. Striding over to the bed, Riftan placed the towel he was holding on the bedside table and hoisted her up.

He carried her to the fireplace and lowered her into a bath that had suddenly materialized. Maxi let out a soft moan as her overworked muscles began to ease under the hot water, her aching joints and bones melting like butter.

“Is the water not too hot?”

“I-lt’s perfect.” Maxi glanced dazedly about the now tidy room. “Was someone… h-here again?”

“The maidservants,” Riftan replied calmly before grabbing a small bottle from the rack and uncorking it with his teeth.

After pouring the perfumed oil into the tub, he scooped palmfuls of hot water onto her shoulder. Maxi looked up at him in confusion.

“H-How long was I asleep?”

“About two hours,” he answered, gently rubbing her shoulder.

Maxi instinctively moved to the edge of the tub to avoid his hand. Narrowing his eyes, Riftan slipped out of his loosely fastened trousers and stepped in after her. The water overflowed, soaking the expensive carpet, to which he paid no mind.

Once comfortably leaning against the tub’s side, he pulled her onto his lap. Alarm rose on Maxi’s face when she felt his hard rod prodding her buttocks.

Her face flushing, she said frantically, “N-no more. 1-1 really… can’t take any more.”

“Don’t worry. I don’t intend on doing anything.”

Riftan let out a small sigh at her dubious look and gently massaged her tense waist. Slowly, her sore muscles eased as he kneaded them with just the right amount of pressure. A drowsy moan escaped her lips.

Even as she lay back, thoroughly spent and enjoying the respite he was giving her, she still felt strangely awkward.

After glancing at the candle-lit table and the gloom outside the window, she asked in a cracked voice, “I-ls it all right for us to be here? I-Is the room not occupied?”

“This is reserved for guests attending the banquets,” Riftan replied smoothly as though he had been expecting the question.

He began to wash her chapped face as if she were a helpless babe. It was the tenderness she had long been yearning for.

And yet, it filled her with unease.

She looked up at him with misty eyes. “A-Are you… s-still angry with me?”

“What do you think?” he asked, gazing down at her.

Maxi bit her lip. “D-Don’t be so tart. 1-1 merely—”

“You merely put on that ridiculous show to infuriate me.”

His words struck like a whip. Maxi hunched her shoulders, turtle-like, and furtively studied his face. He did not appear angry as he regarded her, only deep in thought.

Rubbing his lips on hers, he murmured, “Why are you looking at me like that? You got what you wanted..”