Hidden Desires - Family Secrets-Chapter 198 Luna was still a virgin? R18

At the moment of penetration, Luna let out a soft cry, not of pleasure but of pain, as I fully entered her.

She straddled me, pausing for a moment before slowly lifting her hips, allowing my penis to gradually reappear.

As I watched my penis slowly withdraw from Luna’s vagina, I was utterly bewildered.

To my shock, there were traces of blood on my penis... Luna was still a virgin.

This revelation explained her initial nervousness and fear.

But hadn’t we already been intimate that night?

Could it have been someone else, or was it all an act?

Confused, I didn’t dwell on these thoughts for long, as the physical pleasure was too overwhelming.

Being her first time, Luna’s vagina was incredibly tight and intensely warm.

The thrill of being her first was indescribable, and I suspected that the "sedative" Luna had given me might have also contained an aphrodisiac.

Luna carefully pulled my penis out and then slowly lowered herself back down, reinserting it into her vagina.

She winced and inhaled sharply with each movement, clearly still in pain from her first time.

As she settled down, the blood mixed with my semen, staining my scrotum and pubic hair.

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After a few tentative movements, Luna seemed to adjust and no longer appeared to be in pain.

She began to move more vigorously.

With each thrust, our hips collided with a dull thud.

I couldn’t take my eyes off Luna’s breasts, which bounced unrestrainedly with each movement.

They were large and firm, with no hint of sagging, and her pink nipples drew beautiful arcs in the air.

Below her bouncing breasts, Luna’s abdomen was slim and her waist slender.

The usually stoic Luna now looked utterly seductive, her eyes closed and her brow furrowed as she navigated the complex sensations of her first sexual encounter, a mix of pain and pleasure.

After a while, Luna let out her first moan of pleasure, a sound free from any pain, signaling that she had moved past the initial discomfort and was beginning to enjoy the act.

Though I couldn’t move my body, my eyes roamed freely from Luna’s breasts to the area where we were joined.

I watched intently as our genitals met.

Gradually, the blood at our junction was replaced by clear lubrication, which turned white from our friction as time passed.

As the minutes ticked by, with Luna’s rhythmic movements, both our desires escalated.

Despite her robust physique—born into a military family and trained in martial arts, stronger than many men—sweat began to drench her beautiful body, turning her fair skin a flushed red.

It wasn’t physical exhaustion but the overwhelming intensity of her first sexual experience that seemed to sap her strength, leaving her body tender and spent.

I’m not sure how much time had passed, maybe it was long, maybe it was short, because I was completely lost in the throes of passion.

After all, I was immobile, passively enjoying the pleasures Luna, a stunning beauty, was eagerly providing.

"Ah..." With a gentle moan from Luna, she suddenly collapsed onto my chest, her body trembling.

I knew she had reached her climax, her first time being so easily climactic.

As Luna climaxed, I could distinctly feel her vaginal muscles contracting intensely, stimulating my penis even more and triggering my ejaculation, releasing streams of semen deep inside her.

"Mmm..." Feeling my ejaculation, Luna, who had been resting on me, let out another soft moan.

My body, perhaps upgraded by some unseen force, ejaculated more than usual, continuously releasing semen into her.

Not long after, my ejaculation ceased, and my body completely relaxed, leaving me nearly drained of energy.

Luna remained lying on me, her full breasts pressing against my chest.

Looking down, I could see her breasts flattened against me, and the deep cleavage in between.

Luna’s face was turned to the side, resting on my chest as if listening to my heartbeat.

We stayed in this position, resting together.

After an indeterminate amount of time, Luna slowly lifted her face, her cheeks flushed with the afterglow of her orgasm, transforming from a maiden to a woman, no longer a virgin, her allure now tinged with a sultry charm.

She gazed at me deeply, as if etching my image into her mind.

After a while, she offered her lips and kissed me passionately.

"I don’t regret this..." Luna said simply, while I was still inside her, surprisingly still erect despite having ejaculated.

But then, I couldn’t see what came next.

Due to the drugs and the exhaustion from my climax, my eyes wouldn’t stay open any longer.

I felt incredibly tired and eventually drifted off to sleep.

I don’t know how long I slept, but when I opened my eyes, it was dawn.

I rubbed my temples, finally able to move again.

I was still naked under a blanket.

I quickly looked around, but Luna was nowhere to be seen.

I lifted the blanket and saw a fresh, red mark on my groin, surrounded by dried traces of our lovemaking.

My clothes were neatly folded and fragrant on the nightstand, apparently washed by someone.

Seeing all this confirmed that last night wasn’t a dream.

I checked the date on my phone; it was the day I had promised to return home from my "business trip."

Filled with deep guilt, I hurriedly dressed.

The room was empty; Luna was nowhere to be seen.

As I left the room, the old butler was waiting at the door and helped me get ready.

During this, I didn’t ask about Luna’s whereabouts.

My only thought was to get home as quickly as possible, to return to the love I had betrayed.

As I left Luna’s villa, I looked back with complex emotions.

The events of the previous night replayed in my mind, both tantalizing and terrifying.

For the first time, I truly realized what had happened between Luna and me, and her image was now etched in my heart, which scared me.

I told myself to avoid any further entanglements with Luna, no matter what I owed her.

As I approached my house, a wave of hesitation washed over me.

I lingered at the doorstep, grappling with the guilt of my recent misdeeds, too fearful to face my loving wife.

I paced back and forth, trying desperately to compose myself, to mask any hint of my inner turmoil.

After a considerable effort to steady my nerves, I finally opened the door.

My expression was a concoction of feigned joy and genuine relief as I stepped inside.

However, what greeted me was an eerie silence, unusual for the afternoon; this was not the quiet of a late evening but an unsettling stillness during daylight.

I stood frozen at the entrance, not even bothering to change out of my shoes.

The bedroom door was wide open, revealing an empty room.

I glanced towards Michael’s room—also deserted.

The bathroom door was shut, yet no sounds emerged from within.

Where could Betty and Michael have gone?