Quick Transmigration: The Journey of Meat Eating C97

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Chapter 97

Western Fantasy: Fucking the Temple Knight (Part 10)

“Lily, Lily, Lily!”

The woman beside her called out three times before the dazed young girl finally snapped out of her reverie. Margaret turned her head, her expression still clouded with confusion. “What is it, Cecil?”

Cecil reached out and pinched the soft flesh of her cheek. “What are you thinking about, so lost in thought?”

She should have left it alone. The moment she asked, Margaret’s expression shifted. What am I thinking about? Of course she was thinking about Alex.

More than a month had passed since that intense sexual encounter. After being fucked senseless, Margaret’s memories of the aftermath had grown hazy. In her half-conscious state, she only vaguely recalled Alex pinning her down and thrusting into her for a long time. Only after filling her womb with a thick load of semen did he finally embrace her and fall asleep. She had been utterly exhausted. The prolonged fucking had left her legs trembling and unable to close, and her flower-cave throbbed with a burning ache. Even the tender skin at the base of her thighs was chafed red. She slept until the sun was high in the sky the next day, but when she woke, the other side of the large bed was empty.

Margaret couldn’t put into words the turmoil in her heart. She had already prepared herself to leave Alex, yet she had just shared such an intimate act with him. She had been secretly pleased that Alex refused to grant her a divorce, hadn’t she? So Margaret had half-resisted, half-yielded, allowing the man’s meat stick to invade her softest, most secret place, moaning beneath him, completely drowning in pleasure and lust, refusing to think about why Alex opposed the divorce in the first place.

When she woke up and found that Alex had left without a word, the crushing weight of disappointment nearly broke her. The maids seemed to ignore her pale face, merely relaying the brief message Alex had left behind: “The Master received an urgent summons from the Temple early this morning and has urgent business to attend to. He asks the Madam to rest well at home; he will return in three days.”

But after three days, Alex still hadn’t returned.

Margaret rested in bed for three days, and once she felt she could move normally again, she returned to the Academy. Life reverted to its monotonous routine: waking up, eating, riding the carriage, attending classes, going home, studying magic… Margaret spent more and more time at the Academy. She didn’t want to go home, for she feared she would go mad with loneliness, alone in that empty house.

How laughable. Margaret had spent nearly eighteen years of her life almost entirely alone, yet that man had taken only a dozen or so days to make it impossible for her to leave him.

Why did he have to give her hope? She had already resolved to let go, had already decided to give up, yet he had adamantly insisted she stay, only to ignore her afterward.

Another moment when Margaret had made excuses for Alex in her mind. He must have been called away on urgent business, that’s why he left in such a hurry. He promised to return in three days—the situation must be truly dire for him to break his word. With such thoughts, she kept convincing herself not to be disappointed… not to be disappointed… At the very least, Alex’s behavior that night proved he must have liked her, a little bit like her at least.

If that’s the case, then why hasn’t he sent her a single message? Even the Temple has received official letters from Alex, yet I, his wife, have no idea where my husband is.

Seeing Margaret’s silence, Cecil frowned in confusion. “Lily, is something wrong?”

“No,” the young woman forced a smile for her only friend. “I’m just… a little tired.” After hesitating for a long moment, she finally couldn’t help but ask Cecil, “Cecil, am I… very foolish?”

Cecil blinked, then suddenly smiled with delight. “You,” she said, pinching Margaret’s soft cheek again, “are indeed quite foolish. But… Being foolish is what makes you so cute.”

“Then…” Margaret asked softly, “would a man feel the same way?”

Cecil immediately sensed something was wrong, her frown deepening. “Did Alex bully you?”

“No, no,” Margaret waved her hands hurriedly. “He didn’t bully me. It’s just… I’m the one who likes to overthink things.”

“Hmph, do I not know what kind of blockhead he is?” Cecil snorted. “Lily, stop making excuses for him. When he gets back, I’m going to his door and demand an explanation!”

Hearing this, Margaret could only smile bitterly in her heart. Who knew when Alex would actually return? She never expected Cecil’s words to be fulfilled so instantly—the next morning, Alex returned in triumph with the Temple Knights.

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