Chapter 169: Mirror Mirror On The Wall [M]

“E-Edmund, what are you doing?” Primrose’s face turned completely red the moment her husband did something she hadn’t expected at all.

He leaned in and whispered behind her, “You told me I could try the things from the book on you.” His voice was soft and deep. “This is one of them.”

But this was way too embarrassing!

When they first entered the room, Primrose had noticed the large mirror placed right across from the bed. At the time, she had been delighted, thinking she could admire her pretty face whenever she wanted.

But what she didn’t realize was that damn mirror could also be the very thing to make her want to bury herself alive out of embarrassment.

Edmund had her sit facing the mirror. Then he gently opened her legs and used his own to keep them apart, making sure she couldn’t close them even if she tried.

In that revealing position, she could clearly see her entire naked body reflected back at her, and when she lowered her gaze, she even saw the way her core twitched slightly.

“The book says this position helps increase arousal,” Edmund murmured softly behind her. “And excitement.”

Excitement?

She felt nothing but complete embarrassment!

She couldn’t even bring herself to look at the mirror for more than a few seconds.

It felt like she was putting on a show for an invisible crowd, even though the only person with her was her husband.

[I’m the one who made her do this pose, but … she’s too damn sexy. I can’t even get my boner to calm down.] Edmund took a deep breath.

[Focus. I need to take care of her first. Make her feel good. I can wait.]

Still, Primrose could feel the pressure of his hard manhood pressing against her from behind since he was sitting so close to her.

“C-Can you stop looking at me?” she whispered, trying to cover herself with her hands. But Edmund gently pulled her hands away.

“That’s the point, my wife,” he said gently, placing warm kisses along her shoulder and neck, making her shiver. “You need to look at yourself.”

His hands moved slowly over her skin, like a serpent tried to wrap her in his touch.

“It’s too embarrassing!” Primrose whimpered, turning her face away. “I-I can’t … I just can’t do this.”

She tried to close her legs, but Edmund kept them spread with his.

Why was he acting like this?

Didn’t he say he’d stop if she didn’t like it?

From behind, Edmund gently held her chin, not too firm, but enough to guide her head back toward the mirror.

“But you were the one who said I could practice the book’s techniques on you.” He leaned in and bit her earlobe gently, whispering, “And … you haven’t told me to stop.”

Primrose’s eyes widened.

Wait—hadn’t she asked him to stop?

No … thinking back, all she said was that she couldn’t do it.

But the word stop had never actually come out of her mouth.

“If you say it now, I’ll stop right away,” Edmund said calmly, pouring a bit of scented oil into his palm. “Just say the word.”

Primrose bit her lip, her eyes slowly lifting to look at her reflection, then shifted slightly to catch a glimpse of Edmund’s face in the mirror.

She stopped breathing for a second when she realized he was already watching her through the mirror, his eyes locked onto hers, waiting patiently.

“Do you want to say it, my wife?” asked Edmund one more time.

Since when did her husband look this irresistibly hot?

Well … to be fair, Edmund had always looked that way from the very beginning.

But because Primrose was so used to hearing his silly, often ridiculous inner thoughts, she sometimes forgot that he was far from just a harmless golden retriever husband.

“I …” Primrose started to speak, but the words faded. A part of her suddenly wanted to know what he would do next. “I … don’t know.”

“You don’t know the word?” Edmund asked softly, his hands gliding over her breasts as he gently spread the fragrant oil onto her skin. The oil made her breast glisten under the light and felt slick.

His voice dropped, low and tempting. “Or … you don’t know whether you want me to stop or not.”

He kissed her temple while teasing her by circling her areola with his fingers.

“You don’t have to feel shy, my wife,” he whispered. “The only person looking at you right now … is me.”

[I’d gouge out the eyes of anyone bold enough to try and look at my wife’s naked body.] Edmund thought fiercely.

Well, Primrose had no desire to test the truth of that statement.

“You’re being unfair,” she muttered. “Why am I the only one naked in front of the mirror? You’re still fully dressed.”

Edmund answered simply, “That’s because you’re beautiful, so beautiful that I don’t want to look away.”

[I could watch her all day and never get tired,] Edmund thought. [How is it possible for someone to look this perfect all the time? My wife doesn’t have a single bad angle.]

At that moment, Primrose was certain he was just hopelessly in love with her, so in love he couldn’t see her flaws at all.

But then again … she was the same.

Until now, Primrose hadn’t been able to find a single unattractive side to her husband.

Every part of him was perfect, like he’d been carefully sculpted with love before being born into the world.

Still, if she said that out loud, Edmund would definitely assume she was just flattering him.

He was truly unfair.

He could praise her endlessly, but the moment she returned the favor, he always brushed it off.

“Don’t think about anything else right now.” Edmund’s voice pulled her back from her drifting thoughts.

He gently tilted her face, so their eyes could meet.

Primrose must have gotten too lost in her thoughts that she had almost forgotten that they were in the middle of something far from innocent.

“Nghh …” she moaned softly, arching her back as Edmund’s fingers brushed over her nipples.

When she turned toward the mirror, she realized he had spread the oil all over her chest and down her stomach.

The oil didn’t have any magical effects, but its smooth texture made every touch feel more intense and more dangerous.

He continued teasing her nipples, rubbing slowly, occasionally giving them gentle pinches that made her whimper.

It felt strange.

He was only touching her breasts, yet her entire body reacted like he was playing with her most sensitive spot.

That chocolate …

Whatever Mirelle put in it, it really was like a curse.

It had trapped her in this addictive pleasure, making her crave her husband’s touch even more.

The oil slowly trickled between her thighs, and without warning, Edmund poured more of it directly onto her honeypot.

The cool sensation made her shiver, but instead of calming her down, it only heightened her sensitivity even more.

“Does it feel good?” Edmund asked softly, his fingers sliding down between her thighs.

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