At the same time, the pained moan Blair had been holding back with effort burst from her mouth.
—Ah, haak!
Herdin exhaled roughly and hugged Blair, who was shaking in pain.
The woman's insides were hot, tight and soft.
He felt like he was going crazy with the dizzying pleasure that squeezed him like a heartbeat even when he was still.
Waiting for her to calm down like this was already exhausting his patience.
Although the woman who drove him crazy didn't even seem to imagine the enormous patience that that required.
She wanted to put to rest all that nonsense she herself had blathered on earlier about getting along or whatever, and release her bursting desire.
In the end, Herdin, unable to contain his desire, began to move his hips even before Blair calmed down.
—Hey, Herdin.
Wait a minute… Ah!
It was a voice that could not reach his ears, since he had lost his mind.
After slowly entering and exiting the very tight interior a few times, the vaginal interior became soaked with both of their fluids and the movement became much easier.
With this, his movements gradually accelerated.
Blair's body, although she seemed ready to break from the overwhelmingness, squeezed him gently each time he thrust into her.
He felt like he was going crazy every time he slammed his horribly erect member against the tender flesh at the bottom.
Although the one who was being mercilessly defiled was her, what was churning even more savagely was her own mind.
—Ha, uh…!
Hmm!
Haah…!
Blair sobbed, crushed beneath him.
Every time he went out and back in, it felt like her entire body was splitting and coming back together.
His vision moved aimlessly following that movement.
The sensation of something huge and heavy churning inside her made her feel like she was fainting and her breathing was labored.
However, that act, which at first was only pain, little by little awakened familiar sensations in her.
A pleasure that his body had forgotten, but that his unconscious remembered.
At that moment, Blair, who was barely conscious, bit the back of her hand.
Because seeing herself shaken by the pleasure he gave her seemed as if, even having returned to the past, he made her stagger.
Sex with him was a means to reunite with Aziel, nothing more, nothing less.
Rather than being influenced by him, she preferred painful sex.
But Herdin didn't seem willing to let that go.
As if disliking her resistance, he removed her hand and intertwined his fingers with hers.
Blair looked at him with resentment, but that momentum didn't last long.
As if determined to extract her moans, he began to thrust harder.
Boom, boom!
Every time he thrust into her, her heart felt like it would drop.
I hated that beat terribly.
So much so that he would want to stop his heart if he could...
Blair gasped at the dizzying sensation and bit her lip.
On his heavily bitten lips he felt a metallic, acrid taste.
Seeing that, Herdin's brow furrowed, and his movements became slower.
"Breathe, Blair."
A harsh voice as if scraping the nut rang in Blair's ear.
But she didn't let go of her clenched lips.
Herdin, who was watching her, leaned his body and devoured her lips.
A soft tongue licked his lips from which blood flowed.
Then, keeping his body bent, he watched Blair in silence.
As if he was making sure he didn't bite his lips again.
Blair, who was looking down at him with tear-soaked eyes, finally resigned herself.
Immediately, he moved again.
—Huh…!
Ahuk!
Ah-ah!
Amid hopelessly shaking vision and clouding consciousness, Blair instinctively hugged him.
Even knowing that the demon that tormented her now was him, she couldn't help but hug him.
Because at that moment, in this world there were only the two of them, him and her.
Soon, his movement, which had entered without leaving a single crack to the depths of her, stopped.
At the same time, he felt something hot gush out and fill his insides.
Blair's body, which had received that heat trembling, collapsed limply.
Herdin, while calming the heat of his body, contemplated the woman limp in his arms.
The woman who had taken him in completely was beautiful.
It was an objectively pretty face, and although he didn't disagree, it was a fact that didn't cause him much emotion.
However, at this moment, that fact hit him again.
The white body as if sculpted in the moonlight, the violet eyes full of tears, the reddened lips from biting them so much, even the voice that sobbed calling his name, everything was adorable.
…Damn.
So much so as to forget for a moment whose daughter this woman was.
He felt revulsion towards himself.
And yet, the thirst for this woman was not quenched.
I couldn't stop.
This feeling is nothing more than a momentary desire.
When I hold her until this night is over, these absurd thoughts will stop.
Tonight, like the snow that melts as it disappears.
Herdin hugged the woman who was still restraining him and moved his hips again.
—…Herdin?
Blair, blinking sleepily, belatedly realized the situation and stirred, but he ignored her, sinking his teeth into the back of her neck and shoulders and lunging hard.
—Ah-huh!
His excited gasp echoed in her ear again.
Herdin felt a strange satisfaction at seeing the little woman sobbing and clinging to him.
His hard, enormous body became a prison that imprisoned her, and devoured her like a hungry beast.
Throughout the long winter night, without rest.
Buried in that quagmire of dizzying, unfathomable pleasure, Blair only endlessly repeated a single thought.
Don't forget, Blair.
He doesn't love you.
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—Mmm…
Feeling the sunlight filtering through her eyelids, Blair lifted her heavy eyelids.
When the blurry vision cleared, the sight of a strangely familiar room entered his eyes.
It was the Duchess of Delmark's room where she stayed before returning to the past.
Seeing that landscape, for a moment he almost thought he had dreamed that he was returning to the past, but seeing that the child's dolls and objects that were always all over the room had disappeared, it felt real.
Furthermore, the dull pain she felt throughout her body also proved that the second first night she had spent with him the night before was not a dream.
Like that time she spent the first night with him, no, rather, her body was much heavier and more sore than then.
Even when she fell asleep exhausted by the dizzying pleasure that attacked her mercilessly, Herdin did not let go.
He acted like someone who had left something in his care.
The last memory of Blair, who had fallen asleep and woken up as if fainting several times, was his broad back moving away from her, exhausted and asleep, at dawn, when dusk was breaking.
Only by seeing that back did Blair understand.
And how naïve she had been to believe it.
His true intention, which he was only able to face after miraculously returning to the past, was colder and bitter than he thought.
But in fact, she felt relieved.
Since he wouldn't have to bear the guilt of using it for his own purposes.
After calmly calming her emotions, Blair forcibly lifted her heavily sinking body and pulled the call rope.
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—Really, Mr.
Duke is too much.
How can he let a bride who has spent her wedding night sleep alone?
Lina, who was brushing Blair's hair after the bath, became indignant.
Her voice sounded as pained as if it had happened to her herself.
Although the aforementioned smiled as if nothing had happened while listening to those criticisms.
-I'm fine.
Sleeping separately is more comfortable too.
After all, aristocrats used separate rooms except on cohabitation days.
It wasn't much different.
But Lina's fury did not cease.
-Even so!
Yesterday was not just any day, it was the wedding night!
—…Lina, you are squeezing the brush too much and it hurts.
—Huh, sorry!
I got carried away.
The force with which Lina grabbed the brush as if to break it moderated, but her fury did not.
—In any case!
In this unknown mansion, in a place filled only with strange people, you cannot do that to a beautiful wife who has come married trusting only in her husband.
It's to strip him of the title of husband, this.
—And you, a young lady who has not even married, how do you know so much about that?
—They are knowledge acquired in books, a source of wisdom and food for the soul.
Blair smiled as she remembered the books with the red sticker that Lina read red-faced all night.
—Well, the Duke's appearance is honestly that of a male protagonist in a novel...
But his character will have to be seen with more time.
Listening to Lina's chatter improved his somewhat low mood.
Just as he looked in the mirror as his image gradually fixed itself, he saw something shining between his neck and collarbone.
<…A magic circle?>
Blair quickly opened the collar of her clothes to check.
But the only thing that could be seen were the red marks he had left the night before.
Seeing them, memories of last night surfaced and heat rose to his face.
Blair hastily covered her neck.
He must have seen wrong.
Lina tilted her head strangely.
-Lady?
Does clothing bother you?
—Oh, no.
It's no big deal.
Shaking her head in embarrassment, Blair suddenly saw a thin bandage on Lina's finger.
It was something he hadn't seen the night before when he helped her bathe.
—Have you hurt your hand?
—Ah…
A bewildered expression momentarily crossed Lina's face as she brushed her.
—I'm going to call a doctor.
Let it heal you.
Hearing that she would call a doctor, Lina jumped and stopped her.
—Oh, no!
Alright.
It's just a small cut.
—How did you do it?
—Eh, well… Ah, working this morning.
You know I'm a little clumsy.
Lina said she was fine, but Blair's worried look didn't go away.
A moment ago Lina had told him that she was a bride come to a strange place trusting only in her husband, but the same applied to Lina.
That this girl, who had left a familiar space and beloved companions trusting only in her, had hurt herself, worried her.
Lina, sensing Blair's mood, purposely added in a carefree tone.
—It's not that big of a deal, really.
Your Highness, I mean, Madam, I only put the blindfold on in case I got blood on your hair.
-…Really?
—Look, there's no blood coming out of the bandage, right?
Just like I said, it didn't seem like a deep wound.
—Your Highness only has to worry about how to live well in this mansion and how to make that pretty-faced duke cry.
…To be continued