Blair was horrified by that literally obscene position, with her legs open towards the ceiling, but Herdin, far from letting go of her ankle, kissed it.
The delicate skin turned red with just that intense, wet kiss.
—Uhh…
Herdin kissed from her ankle, thinner than her own wrist, to her calf.
Without taking his eyes off Blair, who was watching him terrified.
Blair, who was weakly resisting, stiffened as she met that gaze.
His eyes were those of a beast about to eat.
A look so fierce that it seemed like it would destroy anyone who stood in its way.
Not daring to look away from that gaze, as she watched what he did, Herdin curled one corner of his lips as if he had discovered something.
—With what I said no...
Only then did Blair realize his gaze fell on the opening of her legs.
At the same time, his hand brushed against the wet opening under her underwear.
—And look, she's soaked.
—T-this is…!
Blair's face lit up.
But his fingers, as if to mock her, began to rub over the damp underwear.
And soon, he took it off and put his fingers in.
—Ah!
Although I couldn't see what was happening inside the dress, precisely because of that I felt it more clearly.
How he moved inside her, how many fingers he had inserted, things like that.
—Ah, oh!
Ah!
Ah!
Blair, who was groaning unconsciously, bit her lip urgently.
He was afraid of the office door right in front of him.
If Ruth, who had been away for a moment, came back and saw that scene...
Just imagining it, his entire body tensed.
But, paradoxically, that fear intensified the dizzying pleasure.
—Hic, haah…!
Suddenly, a sensation like lightning ran through her.
Even the tips of his toes curled and something came out from inside him.
At the same time, all the strength left his body.
The winter sky, without a single cloud, shone dazzlingly.
His violet eyes, which captured that landscape, blinked slowly.
He already felt that everything didn't matter to him.
If that was what he wanted.
At that moment, a large shadow hovered over Blair's body.
—Ha, uhh!
Cataplam, cataplam, cataplam...
Soon, the sound of the desk hitting the floor began to echo in the silent office.
In time, Blair's body shook aimlessly.
The harsh sound of their skin, wet with fluids, was drowned out by that noise.
With that sudden movement, the underwear that was hanging from the tip of his foot fell to the floor, but no one cared.
—Mmph…
Blair bit the back of her hand to muffle the sounds that escaped.
But Herdin pinned both his hands with just one of his own.
Blair looked at him with reproachful eyes and pressed her lips shut.
Seeing her, Herdin's brow furrowed.
Always so stubborn.
His useless resistance seemed ridiculous and annoying, but he didn't dislike it.
No, on the contrary, it was so like her that she found it quite adorable.
Herdin leaned towards Blair, who was stubbornly holding back the sounds with her eyes close to tears.
Then, he gently sucked her lips, released them and whispered:
—Don't bite your lips.
Blair, who had been holding her breath for a long time, finally gave up.
Immediately afterwards, her mournful moans echoed in Herdin's ears.
He, very satisfied, covered her reddened cheeks and lobes with kisses.
—Her, din.
Ah… Aah!
As the sound of the table rattling accelerated even more, Blair called out to him and hugged him.
He liked to hear her voice broken, as if on the verge of breaking, calling him without knowing what to do.
He liked that gesture of clinging to him desperately so as not to separate.
So much so that it seemed ridiculous to him that he had repressed his desire until then.
The desk, which had been rattling as if it were about to break, stopped with a heavy, sharp thud.
In the silence that finally arrived, only their heavy breathing could be heard.
Blair, trapped in his embrace, was shaking from head to toe.
She couldn't control either the contractions inside her, which seemed to yearn for something from him, or her trembling body.
Herdin, kissing the area of her cheeks, savored the moment.
Only when her trembling stopped did he withdraw his member.
At the same time, the image of Blair, her eyes wet and breathing heavily as she looked at him, entered his field of vision.
Upon seeing her, an inexplicable sadism reared its head.
Herdin ejaculated on her lush chest, shamelessly exposed, and her flat belly.
On the desk illuminated by the sun, the woman who always looked at him with candid eyes, now lay stained with her marks and her smell, turned into a lascivious seductress.
Even so, she was terrifyingly beautiful.
Suddenly, he remembered Johan's words the day before.
With that face and that body, what man wouldn't fall for it?>Seeing how men acted like lost idiots for this woman, their desire for her couldn't be such a special feeling.
It was simply an instinctive attraction towards the beautiful.
Yes, to be honest, because she is beautiful.
So much so that any man would want to hold her hand once, speak to her.
And that woman had become his contract wife.
And if that were not enough, he offered to give him his body.
If he wanted it.
Maybe that was also because of the man she loved?
For a moment, he felt sorry for the idiot, but he quickly dismissed the thought.
Anyway, that woman was now before his eyes.
Even if nominally, she was his wife.
The poor idiot whose status had robbed him of the woman would also have robbed him of his wedding night and he wouldn't even be able to see her as he pleased.
A woman who, for a future with the man she loved, had to pretend to be the wife of someone she didn't love.
A man who, due to his birth status, had to watch the woman he loved lie in the arms of another.
And a man who, in exchange for something else, was used in the love of those two.
Who was the most pitiable?
Objectively, that unfortunate man was not him.
But at the end of the day, the human being is a self-centered animal, and he felt dirty.
Even after obtaining the body of the woman he wanted, he felt the most miserable.
He was not used to sharing what he had once held in his hands.
And he'd probably never get used to it.
That's how he had been raised since birth.
Herdin picked up Blair, who was lying on the desk.
Due to the consequences of a moment ago, she could not even stand and was staggering.
He turned her body, which was collapsing limply, and leaned her against the desk.
—…Herdin?
Only then did Blair, noticing that something was wrong, try to get out of his embrace, but Herdin held her firmly by the waist and reintroduced his penis, now erect again.
—Ah, hic!
Blair's trembling body, trapped in his arms, gave him a strange satisfaction.
Hugging Blair, who seemed ready to collapse at any moment, he began to move again while kissing her snowy back and shoulders with relish.
This is a contract.
Take what everyone wants until it's over.
He didn't know what Blair wanted, but no doubt she would take something from him too, so he could also take whatever he wanted from her as he pleased.
So this was, without a doubt, an acceptable deal.
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In the Empress's palace there was a huge greenhouse.
It was the greenhouse that the late Emperor had built for his beloved Empress Katrina.
Not only the greenhouse, but the entire current palace, built to replace the one that burned down where Esmeralda resided, was a gift that the late Emperor had prepared for Katrina.
Katrina loved everything in that palace.
Just like his own children.
Because all that was proof of the love of the man who had ruled that vast empire.
The mornings he spent in that greenhouse, among the trills of the exotic birds and the flowering trees brought from distant lands, were also, for the same reason, one of his favorite moments.
Katrina stirred her black tea with a spoon while listening to the birds singing.
He did it with such elegance that no one could imagine that he was of commoner origin.
He put down the spoon and picked up the cup.
On his expressionless face reflected in the liquid, some words that he had heard a few days ago suddenly resonated.
<…>
Katrina, who was going to drink the tea, stopped.
As he remembered that voice and its owner, one corner of his lips twitched.
—…What insolence.
After a moment of reflection, Katrina put the cup down on the saucer without even tasting it.
The Countess of Margrid, who was waiting behind, quickly perceived the meaning and approached her.
—Yes, Your Majesty.
—Someone will have to be placed in the Duke of Delmark's house.
I wonder how Blair is doing.
It worries me.
Katrina's soft voice was as sweet as that of a mother truly concerned for her daughter.
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Herdin woke up to Blair's dry cough.
He felt as clear as the day after an intense workout.
His last memory was of dawn, but from the color of the light filtering through the window, it seemed like it was quite late.
Yesterday afternoon, after tangled with her repeatedly in the office, he had given in to her pleas and they had moved to the bedroom.
From then on, he possessed her like an animal.
They even ate in bed.
After feeding her, who didn't have the strength to even move a finger, he devoured her.
The desire that he had repressed so much, once unleashed, burst forth uncontrollably.
Like someone who drinks sea water, the more he drank, the thirstier he became.
An exhausted Blair had soothed him, begged him, and even cried, but that sight only turned him on even more.
Remembering her tearful face, his body reacted as if he had not been satisfied despite having satisfied his desire throughout the night.
<…Insane.>
Herdin scoffed at himself, fought back the heat that was building up again in his lower abdomen, and stood up.
He stepped on the clothes thrown haphazardly on the floor.
This being Blair's room, there were no other clothes for him to wear.
He reached out to pull the call cord, but stopped.
I didn't want to break that silent peace.
He put on his pants and half-dressed shirt, went to the fireplace and lit the fire.
He gazed intently at the burning wood and, out of habit, took a cigarette from his back pocket and set it on fire.
His hand, which was holding the lit cigarette to his mouth, stopped.
At the same time, he frowned and sighed.
He crushed the cigarette against the bricks of the fireplace before taking a single drag.
—…
While looking at the unburned cigarette on the burning logs, Herdin went to the table where the jug of water was.
My throat was dry.
Through the glass he was holding, he saw the image of Blair fast asleep.
He was watching her in silence, when suddenly...
A dizzying sensation overcame him and a blurry vision unfolded before his eyes.
The bed in front of him was dyed blood red, and Blair was lying on it.
Bleeding profusely from the back.
Seeing that, Herdin's heart skipped a beat.
He felt as if all the blood in his body was draining out of him.
The hand holding the glass lost strength for an instant.
At that moment, the vision disappeared.
In her place was Blair, asleep in the same position as a moment ago.
Herdin recovered the glass in time that he almost dropped.
What the hell was that?
Although the vision had faded, his startled heart was not easily calmed.
Herdin strode over to the sleeping Blair and placed his index finger between her lips and nose.
He felt her breath.
She gently ran her finger along Blair's cheek.
He felt its heat.
As if noticing, Blair frowned slightly.
—Mmm…
Only then did Herdin exhale the air he had been holding.
Like at the New Year Festival, and today too.
Have visions.
The vision had disappeared, but the emotion felt at that moment remained as an annoying residue.
Just as Herdin was going to remove his hand from Blair's face, her eyelids trembled and opened.
His violet eyes, filled with the light filtering into the room, blinked slowly.
Little by little, they focused their gaze and settled on him.
—…Herdin?
The breath that escaped along with his voice tickled her fingers.
Herdin, who was watching her intently as he outlined her lips with his index finger, leaned in and devoured her lips.
Feeling her quivering lips, her pained moans, her warm breath intertwined, the unpleasant residue of the vision finally disappeared.
The woman was alive.
Between his arms.
To be continued in Volume 2.>