—That…!
Blair felt aggrieved.
In reality, she hadn't wanted that position either.
She had refused, but he had practically forced her, and she had not had the strength to stop him.
Herdin stepped forward before Blair could protest further.
—The wish that I promised during the day, I will use it now.
Just when she realized that the "wish" he was talking about was the one he had promised her when he came down from the clock tower, Herdin's lips touched her sex.
It was too late to regret having accepted such a wish.
He sucked on the tender meat as if he were eating the cherry-shaped cream bread.
—He, Her…!
Ah!
Blair squirmed in horror, but with both thighs restrained, she only managed to press herself even closer to him.
The lips against her intimate flesh bit and sucked with the same insistence as when he kissed her.
The tongue, hot and soft, gently licked the entrance before rising sharply and separating its secret to enter.
He then meticulously licked the inner walls.
Every time he changed angles as he entered, his sharp nose brushed against the sensitive erect bud.
It was a different sensation than when his fingers or his member penetrated her.
Faced with a dizzying pleasure he had never experienced, his mind went blank.
—Herdin…!
Ah, mmm!
Blair, unable to regain consciousness, moved her waist and pressed down as he desired.
Below, where she was being devoured, there was a sound of wet friction like when he kissed her, but she had long forgotten the shame.
—Aaaah!
Mmm…
Blair burst into a moan close to crying and trembled.
At the same time, liquid gushed out forcefully.
Herdin licked it all until he drank it.
Would the dew on the petals taste like this?
The woman, whose lips and tears were sweet, was sweet even in that.
He wanted to make the flower bloom once more and drink the accumulated liquid, but his weak little wife wouldn't stand it.
He wouldn't mind becoming a madman who hugged his sleeping wife as if she had fainted to satisfy his lust, but...
he still wanted to look at those eyes that contained him a little more.
Furthermore, his lower back was already beginning to hurt due to the accumulated heat.
After licking his wet lips and sitting up, he immediately lay on top of her.
The soft, melting vaginal walls enveloped him, gently squeezing him with burning heat.
Reason broke down in the face of a pleasure sweeter than pastry cream.
He couldn't wait for Blair, still in the aftermath of the climax.
Herdin charged against her insides that were sucking him.
—Ugh…!
Ah!
Even without having regained consciousness, she squeezed and bit him as if to cut him.
As if she couldn't control her body's reaction, a moan close to a sob escaped from between Blair's teeth.
He looked at the woman who shook aimlessly to the rhythm of his thrusts.
A small body completely covered in its marks, lips reddened from biting and sucking, eyes soaked with tears, and…
The spring landscape bloomed in her radiant violet eyes.
Blair would say it was obscenity if she knew, but every time spring came in the future, and every time she saw the drawing in that frame, she would probably remember it right then and there.
Herdin stared at the spring in the woman's eyes and called her name.
—…Blair.
As if in response to his call, Blair blinked.
Herdin, who was watching her, bowed his head and kissed her.
A soft kiss like the breeze of a spring night.
Behind the joined shadows of the two, cherry petals fell like rain.
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The flowers fell with the spring rain of several days.
Herdin contemplated the morning landscape of the garden, now full of greenery, as he walked down the long corridor towards the room that was now more familiar than his own.
The owner of the room seemed to still be fast asleep, as silence reigned.
Herdin muffled his footsteps and looked around the room.
On the table in front of the fireplace, instead of the bowl of marshmallows, there was a scented candle.
For a few days he had been practicing familiarizing himself with fire by lighting aromatic candles.
He passed by that scene and approached the bed; As expected, he saw Blair asleep.
Herdin raised his arm to look at his wristwatch.
There were about fifteen minutes left before the time at which he had ordered the carriage to be prepared.
I wish he would wake up earlier.
Of course, he could wake her up, but he didn't do it because of the last bit of consciousness that caused her to sleep until that hour.
She slept peacefully, oblivious to his insistent gaze.
He would open his small lips as if he were dreaming something, or he would stir.
As she moved, the blanket slid away, revealing her white shoulders and delicate neck.
In that place, the red mark that he had left on her the night before was clearly visible.
His eyes darkened as he saw her.
He remembered the night before.
The aroma of her skin that drove him crazy, the softness of her skin upon contact, her voice calling his name, her eyes looking at him.
At the same time, he felt the heat build up again in his lower abdomen, as if he had not been satisfied despite having satisfied his desire all night.
Herdin, suddenly feeling like a madman who got excited watching his wife sleep, scoffed at himself and looked away.
Then he discovered what was on the little table.
It was a geography book.
It recorded information not only from Ardel's neighboring countries, but also from the eastern continent across the sea and island nations.
Herdin's gaze turned icy at the sight.
Just as he was going to open the book, he heard a quiet voice.
—…Herdin?
Blair, who had opened her eyes without realizing it, was looking at him.
Blair rubbed her still sleepy eyes and asked.
—Didn't you say that you had a meeting at the palace today?
—There is still some time.
Herdin put down the book he had taken and sat on the bed.
Then, as if it were the most natural thing, he leaned down and devoured Blair's helpless lips.
—Mmm…
Hot tongues tangled, breathing quickened, and a pained moan escaped between Blair's teeth.
At the same time, Herdin's hand, which had slipped under the blanket, rose from her narrow waist to her lush chest.
Up to this point, it was a regular morning scene.
But when he leaned his torso, already tilted, even more to position himself above her, Blair, who had surrendered to him half asleep, slipped her body under the blanket, gently avoiding his hand.
Herdin, instead of asking, stared at her.
Blair, cringing to avoid his gaze, answered the silent question.
—It's just...
I feel a little...
bad.
Herdin touched his forehead.
Fortunately he didn't have a fever, but knowing his weak constitution, it was understandable.
He sat up meekly and covered her with the blanket.
—I'll call the family doctor.
—Oh, no.
It's not that big of a deal.
Faced with Blair's firm refusal, Herdin looked at her for a moment and relented a little.
—If you are not feeling well, tell me immediately.
-…I will do that.
—I'll be back later.
His figure disappeared from sight, and soon afterward the sound of the door opening and closing could be heard.
Silence invaded the empty room.
Blair remembered the image of Herdin a moment ago and fell into thought.
When he started distancing himself from her.
In his past life, it was around this time, when the cherry blossoms were falling, that Herdin began to drift away.
But in this life, he still showed no signs of it.
She didn't know in detail why he, who pretended to love her in order to extract the truth from her, had changed his mind so suddenly.
Him being nice to her was fine, but if the future changed, that was also a problem.
The time she conceived Aziel was some time after Herdin began to grow apart.
He, who had avoided her for a while, returned one rainy night completely drunk.
He, who normally tolerated alcohol well, presented an uncharacteristic appearance.
Blair, who was just leaving her room to go to the library, ran into him, and Herdin took her straight to his room and hugged her.
The child conceived that night, so impulsively.
That was why Blair remembered exactly the day Aziel was conceived.
But if she spent every night with him like now, it was difficult to calculate when she should stop taking the contraceptive.
Because it wasn't like the effect went away immediately when you stopped the pill.
After a moment's thought, Blair postponed the decision, stood up, and pulled the call cord.
I had to start the day at once.
I had an appointment today.
Blair got out of bed, put on her nightgown, and walked over to the drawer.
In there was Mikhail's note from a few days ago.
[1:00 p.m., Vermont Street]
Although Herdin seemed reluctant to cause a scandal as a means to divorce, he could think of no other alternative.
If so, he had no choice but to consider this method as the best for now.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door.
It must have been Lina or Melly with the water to clean themselves.
Blair put Mikhail's note back in the drawer and turned toward the door.
-Forward.
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Just two alleys away from the capital's central square, lay a deserted area even in broad daylight.
All kinds of illegal activities proliferated there: gambling, drugs, usury...
As the hidden side of the light is the darkest.
As befitted a place where illegal acts were carried out, unlike the silent day, the night was much more bustling.
Of course, during sunny hours they also kept the establishments formally open, but customers rarely appeared.
Today too, the man who was dozing with the guild door open as usual, jumped up when he heard the door bell ring.
—Welcome—
Seeing the customer coming in, boredom took over his eyes again.
The client who arrived in broad daylight was covered with a hood that barely allowed his face to be seen, but from his complexion and the glimpse of his face you could tell that he was a woman.
The man, who had tensed up when receiving the client, became discouraged.
The orders that young clients requested were usually insignificant and annoying matters.
Like following the husband because they suspected he was unfaithful, collecting evidence, investigating the other woman, things like that.
Furthermore, since economic control was usually in the hands of men, the money that women could manage was not much, and therefore, the fees were also relatively low.
And on top of that, you had to take the risk of being involved in passionate dramas for that pittance of fees.
In particular, the woman in front of him was not wearing particularly expensive clothes.
The man, thinking that this customer would be the same, asked with obvious annoyance while picking his ear.
—What matter are you coming to entrust?
—I would like you to watch someone.
I will pay generously.
The woman immediately placed a heavy bag on the counter.
It was a bag full of gold coins.
The man, expecting a few coins or some crude jewelry, widened his eyes.
—This is to cover the costs of surveillance and an advance.
The amount will increase each time a report is delivered.
…To be continued