But there was something that didn't fit with that assumption.
If something happens to me, it could lead to a conflict with the Imperial Family.To that extreme?>
Upon encountering an insurmountable wall, another hypothesis arose.
This way, Herdin could have nothing to do with his death.
But...
<…No.
I shouldn't trust anyone.>
The possibility that Herdin was behind it could not be completely ruled out.
Thinking about it, Herdin had many reasons not to see her favorably.
She was a wife he had obtained almost by force from the enemy family, he did not have the memories that would clear Esmeralda's name, and he also had another woman he loved.
Maybe blinded by love, he wanted to kill his wife, who was completely useless and only got in the way.
How ridiculous was her stupidity to have thought, not even for a moment, that he would have nothing to do with her death.
Blair, wringing her hands nervously, thought about her future plans.
If it was an act driven by Caligo's personal feelings or loyalty, leaving the position of duchess or running away would solve everything, but if there is someone behind it, the story is different.
As long as there is someone behind it with a clear purpose in her death, he could continue trying to kill her.
To avoid death, he first had to know why he had to die, and to investigate it, he had to know about Caligo.
Blair decided to entrust the investigation about Caligo to Mikhail and took out paper to start writing the letter.
Suddenly, she felt a presence behind her.
—Since I didn't hear him knock on the door, I thought she had fallen asleep.
Blair, startled by Herdin's sudden appearance, covered the letter she was writing and turned to him.
Herdin was wearing a robe, as if he had just bathed.
His gaze went to the letter.
Only then did she think that his behavior might seem suspicious, but luckily he just looked at her for a moment and didn't ask anything.
He carefully lifted Blair, sat her on his lap, and sat in the chair.
Then he undid the laces of her dress.
The movement was very natural.
When the dress loosened, her round, white shoulders showed.
Herdin, sinking his lips into that shoulder, asked:
—The body?
The hot breath that came out along with his low and lazy voice tickled her shoulder.
Although she should be used to his unreserved touch by now, Blair still felt strange.
Blair, who noticed that he remembered that she had looked bad a moment ago and was wondering about it, responded a second late:
—…I'm fine.
As if he had taken those words as permission, the hand that was hugging her waist came up and grabbed her upright chest.
Her nipples, accustomed to his caresses, hardened with just that squeeze.
Herdin, while kneading her lush breasts with his large hands as if squeezing them, pinched or twisted her hardened nipples lightly with his fingertips.
At the same time, with his other hand, he reached between her thighs.
His hand, caressing her crotch over her underwear, was terribly insistent.
—Ah…
Blair reflexively bit her lip to hold back the moan that escaped.
She wasn't in the mood to let herself be hugged by him.
After all, it was someone who might have killed her.
But rejecting it worried him about the letter on the table.
If she did not give him her body, it seemed that he would become interested in the letter again.
His hand, which had entered between her thighs, searched insistently in the crevice as if it were going to tear her underwear at any moment, but in the end it did not penetrate that thin layer.
Like tormenting her.
His body, consumed by anxiety, became moist, and the more he did so, the more he began to clearly feel his invisible hand.
Also his enormous phallus that rubbed against his butt.
That sensation was so terribly clear that Blair squeezed her eyes shut.
While she was embraced by her husband, who may have killed her, her hopelessly wetting reaction to his caresses was miserable.
At that moment, Herdin turned Blair's body and sat her down in front of him.
And immediately, while kissing her, he asked:
—What do you think about so intensely?
His deep eyes, approaching almost touching her, seemed to peer into every corner of her mind.
Blair hesitated for a moment and then opened her mouth.
—…In the knight Caligo.
As soon as Caligo's name left his lips, Herdin's gaze cooled.
It bothered him that another man's name came out of those lips he had just kissed.
And precisely at that moment.
But Blair, as if not noticing his change of mood, asked:
—Is he one of your trusted subordinates?
—Because he is a boy with whom I have shared the limits between life and death.
Herdin responded reluctantly and devoured her lips again.
Only then did she seem to notice that he did not want to continue speaking, and she surrendered silently.
Despite getting what he wanted, he did not like the woman's submission.
That attitude, without any enthusiasm, as if she were breastfeeding a crying child.
But the problem was that he, damned bastard, didn't even feel the desire to reject her.
Herdin bit and sucked on her breasts, then picked her up and headed to the bed.
Where they passed, Blair's clothes fell one by one.
When he laid her on the bed, she was already completely naked, without a thread of clothing.
Herdin, after laying Blair on the bed, spread her legs and entered her immediately.
Unlike other times, when he used to enjoy biting and sucking her entire body to see her reaction, today he didn't have time for that.
—Hmph…!
Her insides, not yet sufficiently lubricated, struggled, but soon began to get wet, trembling.
Just with a few slow thrusts.
A body perfectly trained for him.
Herdin, very satisfied with this fact he had just discovered, looked down at Blair who was below him.
Both her beautiful body that was tailor-made for him, her fine voice that moaned without knowing what to do, and her eyes that only reflected him...
everything was so beautiful that it took his breath away.
He couldn't contain himself anymore.
After slowly entering and exiting her insides, which stuck viscously, he could no longer hold on and thrust his hips sharply.
At the same time, a moan of pleasure erupted from Blair's mouth.
—Ah!
The room, already invaded by the evening light, was filled with the breathing of the two and the wet sound of friction.
What broke that peaceful landscape was the wall clock.
Dong—dong—
The wall clock announced five in the afternoon.
Blair, who was moaning immersed in the unfathomable pleasure that he was giving her, upon hearing that signal, suddenly composed herself and pushed against his chest.
—Hey, Herdin.
Wait… Ah!
Hmm!
But Herdin did not stop.
He didn't have enough reason left to do it.
Blair, as she shook helplessly following his movements, managed to speak desperately.
—The medicine… Hmph!
It's time to...
take it.
-Medicine?
Oh.
At last his relentless attacks ceased.
…To be continued