Chapter 74: Cum all over my body.
Slowly, Charles averted his gaze toward the door, his breath hitching the moment his eyes met Augustine’s.
There Augustine stood, completely still, a broad smile tugging at his lips, his hands casually tucked into the pockets of his trousers.
The amusement dancing in Augustine’s eyes made Charles’s stomach twist, his entire body flushing with embarrassment.
Augustine’s white teeth were on full display, and his cheeks were a deep shade of crimson, a clear indication of his excitement over the scene that had unfolded right in front it him.
"What... what the hell are you doing here?" Charles questioned while stuttering as he properly sat down on the bed, pulling the blanket over to his chest to cover his entire body from the eyes of Augustine.
Scoffed!
Augustine scoffed, rolling his eyes at Charles’s absurd question. "This is my house, Pookie," he murmured, his voice laced with amusement and possession.
His footsteps were slow and deliberate as he stepped away from the door, his sharp gaze never leaving Charles. "I have every right to walk into my own mansion whenever I please," Augustine added, his tone carrying an unmistakable authority, yet there was something playful beneath it—a silent challenge, a lingering tease, as if he enjoyed catching Charles in such a vulnerable moment.
Augustine lips curved into a sly smirk as he closed the distance between himself and Charles.
"Umm... how long have you been here?" Charles probed, tightening his grip on the blanket as he swallowed hard while feeling embarrassed.
Charles hadn’t expected Augustine to walk in on him at such an intimate moment.
’What the hell have I gotten myself into?’ Charles questioned himself.
His entire body tensed, heat creeping up his neck as he struggled to process the fact that he had just been caught pleasuring himself—while thinking about Augustine Wales, no less.
Meanwhile, Augustine seemed completely unfazed, as if the scene before him was nothing out of the ordinary.
He didn’t bother answering Charles’s flustered question.
Instead, with an air of quiet confidence, he took slow, measured steps forward, closing the distance between them, his piercing gaze locked onto Charles with undeniable intent.
As Augustine stood beside the bed, he looked down at Charles before letting a teasing scoff escaped his lips. "Do you like me that much?" He probed his words a teasing glee that made Charles shut his eyes in complete embarrassment.
’I wish the ground should just open and swallow me whole.’ Charles inwardly mumbled to himself as he bit his upper lips.
Augustine who was intensely watching the behaviour of Charles couldn’t help but shake his head sideways while chuckling. "Cute," he purred with a seductive voice.
With a sly smirk curling his lips, Augustine leaned in, his breath warm against Charles’s ear. "You know, I never would’ve guessed you were such a master at self-pleasure," he teased, the suggestive lilt of his voice hinting at the deeper meaning behind his words.
Charles swallowed hard, his body stiffening at the proximity.
He could feel the heat radiating from Augustine, his scent intoxicatingly close.
Charles heart pounded against his ribcage, torn between mortification and the undeniable thrill that Augustine’s presence always seemed to stir within him.
Augustine lean away, his posture effortlessly confident as he took a step back, his hands still resting casually in his pockets. "I quite enjoy your moans," Augustine added and with that, he turned around and made his way towards the walk-in closet.
Charles slowly fluttered their eyelashes as he began to peek at his surroundings, wanting to make sure that Augustine had left.
After peeking through his lashes, Charles fully opened his eyes and let out a sharp exhale.
Frustration bubbled inside him as he raked a hand through his hair. "Why the hell did I forget to shut the damn door?" he muttered, his voice laced with a mix of rage and humiliation.
He used his right hand to slam his forehead a few times before screaming. "Argh! What the heck!" Charles exclaimed with grunted teeth.
The door of the walk-in closet opened after Charles screamed, and Augustine walked out with a suit placed above his shoulder. "Don’t be too hard on yourself, Pookie," Augustine murmured, striding toward the door with an air of amusement. "You were horny, and you did what you had to do to quench your urge. No shame in that."
Augustine’s voice was smooth, almost teasing, but there was an underlying warmth to it.
With that, he stepped out of the bedroom, shutting the door behind him with a quiet click.
Charles frowned, a scowl formed on his face as he arched his brows. ’What was that about?’ He mused an inner question to himself.
Charles had expected Augustine to tease him for a long time but Augustine didn’t.
’Could it be that he’s mad at me?’ Charles probed, raising an eyebrow. ’Did I do something wrong?’
With a swift motion, Charles rolled out of the bed, wrapping the blanket around his chest as he rushed outside the bedroom.
He hastened his steps and rushed over to the sitting room, his gaze locking onto Augustine, who was just about to pull the entrance door shut behind him.
Augustine was dressed in the suit which he had retrieved from his walk-in closet, making him looked effortlessly composed as his fingers rested lightly on the doorknob.
"Augustine!" Charles yelled, calling out the name of Augustine in an urgent tone.
He turned around, his hand still on the doorknob as he focused his gaze on Charles. "Pookie, is everything alright?"
Charles pouted his lips forward as he rushed over to Augustine. "Do I disgust you because of what you saw earlier?"
"H-huh?"
"Augustine Wales. Am I disgusting to you because of what you saw earlier?" Charles questioned, rephrasing his previous statement.
Augustine scoffed. "Why would you think that?"
Charles’ voice was vulnerable, his eyes pleading as he clutched the blanket tightly to his chest. "I know it’s wrong of me to have done that in front of you," he began, his words tumbling out in a rush of shame and fear. "But I need you to know that it was the first time I’ve ever done something like that.
Augustine arched a brow, amusement flickering in his eyes as he let out a low chuckle. "Pookie, you don’t have to justify anything to me," he mused, tilting his head slightly. "But if you truly don’t have any sexual feelings for me... then why was I the one on your mind while you were touching yourself?"
Charles’s grip on the blanket tightened, his cheeks burning with embarrassment.
He opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out.
Augustine smirked at his silence, taking a step closer. "You can lie to yourself all you want," he murmured, his voice teasing yet laced with something deeper, "but your body already told me the truth."
"I really don’t have any sexual feelings towards you." Charles forced himself to explain.
Augustine nod. "Umm... okay." He mumbled, before proceeding to shut the door.
"Augustine. Won’t you tease me or better still, laugh at me?" Charles mumbled, his phrase prompted Augustine to become immobile.
Augustine let out a sigh before releasing the door handle and stepping back into the sitting room, closing the distance between himself and Charles.
"Pookie, do you want me to tease you?" He questioned with a serious tone.
Charles shook his head sideways, staring at the floor. "I... I don’t want that."
Augustine scoffed, placing his hands on the shoulders of Charles. "So what do you want from me, Pookie?"
Silence...
Charles became silent for complete one minute before taking a step back, prompting Augustine’s hands on his shoulder to slide down.
"I just want to understand why you didn’t tease me like you normally do," Charles pressed, his voice catching on the unspoken hurt that lay beneath his words. "It’s not that I miss the teasing, but it made me feel like you were comfortable around me. So, when you didn’t say anything..."
Charles paused for a while as he took in a long deep breath. "I need to know if I made you feel uncomfortable," he ventured, his voice quavering with uncertainty. "If I did, I’ll give you all the space you need. I just... I don’t want you to feel disgusted or angry."
"Hahahahah!"
Augustine erupted in a fit of laughter, the booming sound filling the sitting-room with warmth and humor.
"Ha, oh Charles, you’re so endearing when you’re like this!" he exclaimed, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "I was tempted to tease you mercilessly, but I’m afraid I’ve got a business meeting to attend to."
Charles sneered. "So, was it this so-called meeting that brought you back to the mansion?"
Augustine nodded. "I forgot to grab my suit earlier," he explained. "And I thought it would be a good opportunity to remind you to be more punctual at work. Your colleagues have noticed that you tend to come in late."
Following Augustine’s explanation, he draws in a long deep breath.
"So you aren’t disgusted about what you saw earlier—"
"Disgusted?" Augustine purred, the word dripping from his tongue like honeyed poison. "Oh no, Pookie, you could never disgust me."
Augustine’s lips parted in a slow, seductive smirk, his eyes glinting with playful desire as he continued his phrase.
"Pookie, I could never be disgusted by that," Augustine murmured, his voice dripping with seduction.
He took a slow step closer, his smirk deepening as his dark eyes locked onto Charles. "If anything, I’m mad at myself for not reaching out, wrapping my lips around your dick, and making you fall apart beneath me."
"I should’ve had you gasping my name, cuming undone all over my body."