‘Ah~'

Ernest pushed his finger into her wet honey pot. As he pushed his finger deep in her, Iris gasped and grasped her night clothes in anticipation.

When nothing happened, Iris opened her violet eyes and stared at him,

‘Does it really hurt?' He asked softly.
He must be trying to be careful despite catching her in a lie.

‘No, it doesn't but…'

‘Really…' he gave a sigh of relief and smiled.

It seemed that although his deep affection for her was from the love potion, it did not wear away as the days went by. Ernest began to stir her inside as he undid the tie of her robe,

‘Oh..!'

‘I have to check if there has been a change in size.' He said as he pulled open her clothes to uncover her breasts and touch the warm softness directly,

‘Why do you keep doing such things…?' She asked as his large hand enclosed a modest bulge and stroked it to ascertain size and feel,

‘Ahn~' she moaned. Her breast responded sensitively to his hand. Sweet sensations ran through her skin as he touched her and her coral bud hardened and rose quickly. As he caressed her breast, the walls of her honey pot tightened around his restless finger.

As Iris' resistance was worn away by the gentle pleasure generated from inside lower abdomen her hips rocked and she clenched the sheets.

‘It looks like it has not changed much yet.' Ernest said seriously, as though this was a very grave matter.

So why won't he take his hand off?

‘So, Ernest…'

‘Well, do not worry,' he continued, ‘we have to do this everyday.'

He may be right. If it had been so easy to get the breast size she wanted, Iris would not have a complex about it. Persuaded by Ernest, she became swept up according to his desire. But she quickly recovered her senses,

‘So-so, how about you take...your fingers…'

She wanted him to take his fingers out of her vagina which was now wet enough to audible.

His hand on her breast and his fingers in her were generating a sweet feeling that suffused her body, inevitably the walls of her honey pot began to contract.

She tried to be strong but loud mewl emerged from her lips.

The pleasure was not enough to take her to the heights, but generated a delicate desire that continued to heat up her body.

Ernest chuckled as Iris clenched and unclenched the silken bed linen,

‘Have you forgotten, Iris?'

‘Ahn~'

‘Because you lied, you're being punished.'

Sunlight flickered through his silver hair as he moved his head.

‘But, that's-anh~' He had scooped up her breast from the edge and pinched her nipple, pleasure shot through her and Iris' inner muscles contracted more around his finger.

‘But, I am not so narrow-minded.

What would you like, Iris?'

‘Ah, your finger...please take it out...ahn~'

Her bashfulness was chased away and she said her honest feelings as Ernest pinched her coral bud.

‘Then Iris, this is really a punishment, isn't it?' Ernest said in a tone like he was speaking to a young child.
Her strong-willed violet eyes glared at him as he kissed her soft cheek. There was laughter in his eyes.

He moved up to her ear and whispered, sending shivers through her.

‘You seem to have a dissatisfied expression on your face,' he said

‘Ah no…~' How could he read her so easily?

He was able to discern the nasty desire she was trying to hide. Iris flushed.

‘Iris,' he said to her, ‘I will do everything to love you from now on, so remember to depend on me a little more. Alright?'

‘Depend on you…'

No way. No matter whom he was, Iris could not bring herself.

Unlike Leticia, Iris did not have the desire to be protected. She did not understand being pampered or spoiled.

Ernest took her hand and made her hold on to him,

‘Just look at me with those lovely violet eyes and call me with your dignified voice,'

If she did that, then what?

‘If you do that,' he continued, ‘I will easily become your devoted servant. I love you, Iris.'

Her body responded to his lustrous voice, he dominated her body and mind.

Was he being true?

‘Ernest…'

He smiled and he kissed her.

‘Very good,' he said hotly against her lips as he inserted another finger into her and stirred her up.

Iris could not help but moan out loud.

He teased her nipple with his fingers while teasing the part inside her that he discovered the night before.

The pleasure began to accumulate and grow. The sound of her breathless moans combined with the obscene sound of his fingers stirring up her love juices filled the bedroom. Soon Iris was led to her peak.

‘You were great.' he said as she panted.

He dropped little kisses on her eyelids and nose as she stroked her silken hair.

‘Little by little, give in to me like that,'

He held her close with his lips against her head and they lay together in silence for a moment.

‘I promise to love you with all my strength.' He vowed and he kissed her lips.

The love potion was still in effect.

Though his affection was deep, it was only as a result of the potion.

Because of this, the false love will never become true. And guilty Iris will not become happy.

A sharp pain pierced her heart.

There was a knock on the door.

‘Pardon me for interrupting your pleasurable morning, but I have the marriage contract here.' A voice said from the other side of the door.

Iris' flushed face went pale.