The Marquis of Rodian and The Iron Wall Lady

Anne, the maid of the Marquis of Rodian, held Edith’s hand, who had returned in two days, and cried.

“Lady Argyle! You surprised me when you disappeared without telling me!”

“Haha.”

Edith smiled awkwardly like a person imitating others’ laughter. It wasn’t that she felt sorry for the maid, but her situation was too bad for her to respond with sincerity.

“How much… even the marquis…”

“Anne, I’m sorry, but I’m tired and I want to rest.”

“Oh, my! I’m sorry. Rest up, Lady Argyle. If you need anything, call me right away!”

“Yes, but I can get it myself…”

“No. The butler urged me not to let the lady leave the room.”

Anne, who spoke firmly, bowed before Edith could say anything more and left the room. Edith let out the sigh she had been holding back. Her words of wanting to rest were sincere, but it was difficult to be sure that she would be able to rest. Because, first, she was practically deprived of her freedom.

As the message passed through the hands of Saur, the butler, and Anne, it was surprisingly conveyed smoothly, but the marquis’s intentions in bringing her to this room can be summed up as follows.

‘You can’t step out of this room.’

And secondly, it was also a question of where she was staying now. It wasn’t her room that she’s been using for six years since she became the marquis’s treasurer, but it’s…

‘The marchioness’s room.’

The present marquis’s mother died a long time ago.

In terms of the number of years when no one stayed in the marchioness’s room, it was almost twenty years. Of course, since it is a space used by the hostess of the castle for generations, it was well-managed by the touch of a person even without an owner, but a person’s mood is more influenced by the thoughts that rule their heads than what they see.

Even if it was carefully decorated, she felt a cool energy somehow. Edith couldn’t even get near the bed and attached her butt to the chair next to the tea table.

Sleepiness rushed in as if patting on the disturbed mind. Departing from the Argyle mansion, the marquis’s carriage galloped only for the purpose of arriving at its destination quickly.

In the process, the comfort of the passenger was largely neglected, so it was natural to be tired. Moreover, the marquis, who pushed her into the room, had long disappeared, saying he had something to deal with urgently.

When she thought that he was not in front of her and that he was not likely to see it immediately, her eyelids became as heavy as a thousand roots. 

“Let’s sleep a little and think.”

During negotiations with the upper class or noble officials, she seemed to be completely unaware of the word “compromise,” but in the face of overwhelming fatigue engulfing her body, she was rendered powerless. Soon, only the rhythmic sound of her breathing remained in the room.

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When the Marquis of Rodian returned to the castle after his second outing, it was dark.

In the north, where the sun is short, the standard of living turns aside from sunrise or sunset time, but the marquis, who had hurried to return before sunset, got off the carriage with an irritated face.

“Are you coming back now, sir?”

“Yes. What about her?”

“She hasn’t said anything since she sent the maid out to rest.”

Taking off his coat, he went into the castle’s main house without a word. The servants, who were waiting for their master’s return, bent down all at once, but he passed by and climbed the central stairs.

The second floor, lined with the office and personal space of the bodyguards, also were brushed by without giving a glance. It was on the fourth floor at the top, in front of the marchioness’s room, that he arrived by constantly moving his long legs.

He was silent there for a moment. His expression subsided as if he had a strange feeling. The marchioness’ room had been empty for nearly twenty years, and the marquis’s room was located on the opposite side, symmetrical with the central staircase in between.

The marquis never bothered to look into it. It’s the place his mother used to use, but he’s rarely been inside, and he probably had little memory of it. But now there was her in there. Edith Argyle.

In most cases, a woman who contributes greatly to Alpheus Rodian’s stable life, but sometimes makes him act impulsively. He took a light deep breath and knocked on the door.

“Edith. It’s me.”

The answer was not returned. He was hardly agitated, expecting the case to be so. She couldn’t look at his face, so she fled all the way to Argyle, but it’s no surprise that she locked the door and held a sit-in.

“Edith. Let’s talk.”

However, when there was no sign of anything the second time, he frowned. Butler Saur said she remained in the room.

However, how could he guarantee it unless they were closely attached to her side? Edith lived in this castle for six years and knew the secret passage that the marquis only told his closest aides.

The marquis took the handle of the door and turned it around. There was a creaking sound in the impatient hand movement, but the door opened with a click, as it was not locked from the inside. But there was still no response. Once again, making an appropriate sound and waiting for Edith’s response was the proper etiquette towards a lady.

But the marquis’s smooth shoes strode in without hesitation, as if to say, “How can I afford to think?”

Pushing himself into the room, he immediately turned his hand behind his back and closed the door. The bed was clean. Far from lying down, there was no sign of anyone touching the bedding. The marquis clenched his teeth and turned his head. He didn’t say anything because no one was there, but inside he was already starting to worry. If she ran away again, he…

“Oh, my.”

Luckily she was in the room. She was lying on the chair, not on the bed, so she was not immediately noticeable.

He approached her with great relief. As he got closer, he could hear the sound of breathing get louder. As a result, his pace slowed sharply.

The only lighting was the moonlight that leaked through the window. At first, only a twilight silhouette caught his eye, but as he got used to the darkness, the contrast and color were differentiated in detail.

A gleaming white light kept the marquis still. He stood still for a while, a long while, gazing down at the soundly sleeping Edith. Without touching her, he traced the gentle contours of her face with his eyes alone. He remained silent until she finally awoke from her slumber in his embrace.

“Eum…”

At last she blinked slowly. Light came in the dark oak light, warm brown eyes. And he wondered if she could see his appearance at first glance, but soon it became round. She jumped up and sat down. The marquis smiled faintly.

“Yo, Your Excellency.”

“Why are you sleeping here without the bed?”

“It’s not something I can use.”

“I brought you here to use it.”

She contradicted his words in a stiff tone.

“Sir, this is the marchioness’s room.”

“Do you need to remind me of the structure of marquessate?”

“I think you’ve forgotten.”

“That’s not true.”

“Anyway, this is not a space that I can use recklessly.”

“I allowed it, so it doesn’t matter if you use it.”

“I don’t like it!”

When the war of words broke out between the two, the winning rate was about four to six. The former was Edith and the latter was the marquis, but Edith’s power was incomparably superior compared to other deities.

However, this time, Edith was going to lose from the beginning. She didn’t know, but the marquis was ready to deny whatever logic and law she brought.

“Why don’t you like it? If it’s not to your taste, you can refurbish it.”

“How much does that cost, no. Why would I?”

“Because the fact that you are staying here starting today remains the same.”

“I have my own room!”

“Ah, I took the liberty of tidying up that room.”

“What did you just say? Tidying up? What exactly is the reason for that?”

Edith, who was about to frown and get irritated, paused for a moment. This is why it’s not good to think quickly. She came up with what she had said in the Argyle mansion, and almost perfectly inferred how he would reply. The marquis smiled and met her expectations. It was a smile that was quite different from the fleeting one she had mistaken earlier, carrying a mischievous undertone.

“Didn’t you say you were quitting being a treasurer?”

“…”

“But you didn’t say you were quitting being my fiancée, so you should give it up.”

“There’s no need to do this since the young duchess has left.”

“Don’t talk about her.”

“That’s enough. I’ll stop being your fiancée.”

“I wrote that the conditions for termination of the contract were agreed upon by both parties.”

Edith’s face was more distorted than before. It was because of her annoyance, anger, and sense of shame at having rattled off an unfair contract.The marquis frowned at the look. He didn’t mean to say it in hopes of hurting her pride. 

“So feel free to use everything in this room.”

“Sir, you know that I can’t feel at ease, and you know why.”

However, as Edith remained silent without uttering a single word, the marquis became increasingly restless. Her refusal to back down and her resilience signaled that she was regaining her strength and returning to her original self.

It didn’t directly challenge the marquis’s inner feelings, but the fact that she wasn’t easily brushed aside unsettled him. Fortunately, the Marquis of Rodian’s skin was thick beyond imagination, as befitting the lineage of an esteemed noble with a long history. He cleared his throat and opened his mouth, beginning to assert himself with forced confidence.

“What I did to you was…”

“Your Excellency!”

“…it was just an act equivalent to first aid.”

Edith’s mouth dropped open. The words were a bright red lie. No, if the color of truth was pure white, then it was just a small white spot amidst a sea of red.

“Even so, no one knows the truth, so there are rumors that we slept together in the castle. So would it not be better to remain engaged?”

“In the end, it will become a thing of the past, and then the burden will be the same for me.”

“As a thing of the past, no, it’s not that.”

The marquis delayed for a moment to swallow the words that had risen to the tip of his tongue. A brief but significant silence passed. It was a margin that Edith would have noticed if she had been a little calm, that he was behaving a little differently from his usual pattern.

But she was struggling to get out of this unwanted confrontation, and it was only the marquis himself who knew that words almost came out in vain. He hurried on. 

“I will make it my top priority to make it less burdensome for you. I will support you with anything you need.”

“Your Excellency, please.”

It was an uncharacteristically pleading tone. But, unfortunately or fortunately, Edith, still unable to see through his situation, was obstinate in her insistence.

“I don’t want that kind of consideration. The best way is to cancel the engagement now.”

The marquis was a little depressed. None of the people who knew him would put the expression Alpheus Rodian and depression in one sentence, but it was the case. And at the next moment, his feelings were blatantly revealed by the words that he slipped without looking directly at Edith. 

“Do you hate me that much?”

The irony is that the question was the starting point for ending the confrontation between the two, which seemed inconclusive.

Edith opened her eyes as if she had heard something she couldn’t hear. The marquis pulled on the cravat, which had wrapped his collar smartly, as if his throat was burning.

Edith was dumbfounded. He knew, and she herself knew, that Edith was the kind of person who couldn’t even bring herself to say, “Yes, I dislike it that much.”

Why did he say that when he knew? Edith stared intently at the marquis, who was now inscrutable unlike his usual self. Was he speechless because he thought she had spoken nonsense, or was he unable to speak because he genuinely wanted to hear the answer to that question?

Just say it bluntly? Lies? Ah, that’s exactly where the problem lies. She didn’t dislike the marquis. Not only did she not dislike him, but no matter how hard she tried to uproot it, there remained a lingering affection that wouldn’t be pulled out.

However, it was not right to tell the marquis such a fact. If she did that, everything would be a mess. She wasn’t stupid enough to gamble with a near-zero chance of winning. She closed her eyes tightly.

“Your Excellency really hates me, so why are you bothering me so much?”

“What?”

In response, the marquis’s eyes widened as if he had heard something he couldn’t bear to hear. His head snapped back sharply. Edith, with her neck stretched out, lowered her head deeply and stammered.

“I-I mean, otherwise…”

“…”

“Back then, you just casually, nonchalantly, walked away.”

“And you think I was nonchalant?”

“You were perfectly fine! Moreover, now it was first aid?”

“Wait, Edith.”

“And why does it have to be me?”

That was her sincere resentment. It was really too much. If it was just a medical procedure, why couldn’t they cleanly dissolve the fake engagement? She couldn’t understand why he acted as if he was taking responsibility for it.

“Please, just stop. And find a real fiancée, someone you want to sleep with!”

Edith’s voice rose almost to tears, and the scruff of her neck almost exploded red. The red neck would have been visible to the marquis’s eyes, but he could not lift his face because he did not know exactly where to look. The marquis, who had been silent for a moment, called her name. It was like sighing, and strangely excited. Was she so ashamed and angry that her hearing also had problems? 

“Edith.”

“…”

“Do you mean that I’m insisting on being engaged even though I’m not attracted to you?”

As the clear sound of embarrassment reached her ears, it seemed that it wasn’t the case. Edith bit her lip and remained silent.

“What basis do you have to say such things? No, that’s not it.”

The marquis exhaled roughly and spat out in frustration. For some reason, he seemed very displeased.

“It is not something that can be explained in words.”

He lifted her chin up instantly. Edith’s face flushed with shame and embarrassment. It was evident in the deeper emerald eyes that were gazing at her compared to usual.

With a flushed cheek and eyes reddened, even her lips hanging open in a daze. Seeing her pitiful state, the marquis was about to say something but swallowed his dry saliva. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down hastily, and he spoke in a trembling voice.

“Check for yourself and clear up the misunderstanding.”

Edith was taken aback. No, it was more than being taken aback. She was terrified.

“W–What, what am I trying to confirm?”

“Don’t pretend you don’t know now.”

The marquis looked down at her and laughed furiously. Now she knew that such violence can appear on a face that has always had a chilly look or a less chilly look. Even when he was angry, he tended to express his mood with only a brow or lips, but now he was like a beast whose bars had been broken. The words that came out of that graceful mouth were equally astonishing. 

“Make sure I’m attracted to you or not.”

Edith opened her mouth wide. What did she just hear! But neither did the marquis tell a joke, nor did she hear an auditory hallucination.

He threw the half-stuffed cravat completely free. And he put his long finger into the neatly locked collar and pulled it all the way. It was a movement that didn’t seem to put much pressure, but the buttons were ripped off. She got goosebumps. Frightened, Edith faltered and tried to retreat.

“Where are you going?”

“No, Your Excellency. That’s.”

But she was still sitting in a chair and could not move quickly.

Sensing her trembling, he pounced on her like a predator capturing its prey. Edith found herself sprawled on the long chair. The marquis, who had pushed her into that position, now loomed over her, casting his shadow. His knees positioned on either side of her legs and his hands gripping her shoulders were as imposing as stone pillars.

“Oh, that’s right.”

Looking down at her in that state, the marquis made a very subdued voice. 

“I completely forgot.”

“What, do you mean?”

“That you are a woman who is satisfied only when you check with your own eyes.”

He grabbed Edith’s hand, which was clutching her skirt tightly.

Edith, who was unaware of his actions, was startled, but she was even more surprised when her hand involuntarily moved and touched something.

“Eek!”

“It’s not fully grown yet.”

The marquis directed her hand to the bulging area in his pants, where heat was emanating. Despite the presence of underwear and outer garments, with at least two layers of thick fabric in between, it felt hot.

Edith closed her eyes tightly, entangled with feelings of shame, embarrassment, bewilderment, and all sorts of similar categories. Unfortunately, by closing her eyes, the touch became more sensitive, and she felt all the movement of the marquis’s wriggling. Her lower stomach felt numb as her palms seemed to melt. It was the same sensation she felt when the medicine was flowing that day in question.

“That day was much more than this.”

Edith shuddered. As soon as she remembered that day, the marquis’s words overlapped and her whole body twisted.

“Ugh.”

The noise, whether it was a scream or a groan, came not from her, but from the marquis’s mouth. It was because she trembled and her hands that were touching him were also tense. Saying it wasn’t yet seemed like an unexaggerated fact.

Edith was astonished at its presence, which swelled as if pushing out her hand, and showed off its pulsation. She was suffocated just by groping for the silhouette of what was trapped in his clothes. The marquis bit one side of his lip and whispered with it.

“I wish I had followed the order a bit better.”

“The order… hmph.”

He separated her hand from his body and then joined it with his other hand, which had been freely exploring.

Her wrists were seized by his hand and bound. She tried to get away with her arms fluttering, but to no avail. If she could have beaten the marquis by force, she would have served as a knight commander, not a treasurer. She couldn’t breathe because she had to use her strength. Edith glared at him, her chest fluttered shallowly.

The moonlight illuminated his profile with a bluish hue. The carefully sculpted contours of his face, crafted by a meticulous creator, appeared sharply defined.

Even thinking that it was not a good situation, Edith was instantly mesmerized and looked at the Marquis’ face. He seemed to immediately notice the gaze toward him. It was a matter of course. He was also watching her, so their eyes met straight without any interference. Edith’s heart fluttered.

“I think your terrible misunderstanding is due to the order after all.”

“…”

“Let’s be steady and follow the order today.”

The marquis lifted one eyebrow. Then he rushed toward Edith.

“Ye, yes!”

“It starts with a kiss.”

The whispering voice, with the soft lips together, was terrifyingly seductive. It was hard to believe that he was the man who hated being touched.

The marquis sucked Edith’s entire lips and filled his mouth with them. The slippery lips of his mouth, the moist heat, and the tongue hardened with some will, quickly sent her into a daze. She opened her lips and felt him enter, not knowing when she had opened them.

“Eup…”

Earlier, the entire lip was eaten, but now it seemed to be sucked into the mouth. Even if she turned her head, the saliva, which she didn’t know belonged to who, stretched out not only around her mouth but also on her cheek.

It was difficult to make a sound properly because they were so closely attached. Most of her moaning was eaten by him.

He clung persistently and took possession of her mouth, as if he would not even let out a clingy sound. When he finally released her, her face turned beet red and her lips remained moist and tingling. However, before she could catch her breath, another attack assaulted her.

“Guh!”

The marquis lightly grazed his fangs against her earlobe. Edith stiffened her body in fear, as if anticipating her soft flesh being torn apart. Of course, his intentions were completely different.

“It’s not just kissing on the lips.”

“Ahh, heh…”

After her ears, he poured kisses down her neckline. She didn’t know his lips could be so hot. Every time her warm lips sat down, her downy hair stood up, and every time she pressed and rubbed it thickly and left, it felt as if a fire mark had been left behind.

“Oh, Your Excellency, … Don’t do this, uhh, let’s talk…”

“I am talking. With my body.”

“No… wait a minute, yes, ugh, Your Excellency!”

It wasn’t long before he kissed all the exposed parts of her clothes. The marquis began to tear Edith’s clothes by diligently moving his gloved hands.

He pulled out the knot tied in front of her chest, pulled out the ribbon that tightened her waist, and opened the flowing clothes like petals.

It revealed an ivory-colored chemise with lace and small ribbons often hanging from it. She wasn’t wearing a corset, so her rounded curves were peeking through. The marquis’s gaze went to the apex of her breasts that could be glimpsed. Edith blushed. Just by looking at it, the round flesh of that part stood up.

Even though there were still a couple of layers of underwear left, it seemed to be observed as if they were all peeled off. Her stomach tightened up.

“Okay, fine. If you want, I can say a few words and move on.”

The marquis said, gently sweeping Edith’s flat lower abdomen, perhaps sensing it.

“First, I plan to lose self control.”

“You plan to lose control…?”

It was not because she didn’t understand what he meant, but whether he was still in his right mind. Recognizing the nuance of criticism in her words, he grinned.

“You’re still hung up on that day.”

“Ha, but, uh.”

“Anyway, yes. So you’ll be able to check enough.”

She groaned without realizing it at the touch of her chest. But even if it’s like this, was it really okay to be like this? She just said it out of anger because she thought her pride had already been thrown to the ground, yet it seemed to have gained an overwhelming price in return.

“Perhaps you said it because you wanted to confirm it.”

“But, Your Excellency.”

The marquis grinned. But his eyes were shining fiercely in the dark.

“Now stop saying ‘but.’ And if everything I said is wrong, I give you a chance. The opportunity to cancel.”

When she faced his gaze head-on, a shiver ran down her spine. It wasn’t just fear. The marquis pointed between his legs with his chin and spoke.

“Hit me in the face and kick me here.”

“What, what did you say?”

“Then I’ll quit completely and leave.”

The force that had been gripping her wrists loosened. Edith quickly put her hands to his chest. It was a defensive move, but it was obvious that it would be of no use. The marquis took off his blazer and made a sarcastic remark. 

“Edith Argyle. The best defense is an attack. I even told you where to attack.”

Then he slightly turned his face to it as if she were going to hit him. Edith blinked in amazement. So she had to hit him and kick him to end this situation? No, why was that the only way allowed? The marquis, dressed in a silk shirt with a torn collar, shook his head. It was a gesture that seemed to ask what to do.

“Are you going to think about it until tomorrow? You mean to hit me when you’re prepared?”

“How can I…”

“The treasurer can’t, but the only title you have now is my fiancée.”

It was an elegant tone, but it felt very urgent.

“That doesn’t mean I’ll wait endlessly.”

“Heueung!”

He continued his touch and kisses. The marquis shrugged and then slid his hand into Edith’s chemise. He searched for the slightly raised mound and pressed it firmly with his thumb, circling it gently.

Startled, she lifted her waist and slid her hand underneath his shirt, embracing his upper body. In an instant, Edith found herself straddling the marquis’s thigh.

As their position changed, her loosened garments naturally slipped off. Her fair upper body was fully exposed, emitting a cool sensation.

As the posture changed, the unfastened hem of the clothes flowed down naturally. She felt a chill as her fair upper body was revealed intact.

The marquis embraced Edith’s waist with one hand and her back with the other. When it was pulled tightly into a hard arm, it was inevitable to stick out her chest.

Edith tried to push the marquis’s shoulder with her slack hand, but she couldn’t. Then he lowered his head and bit her chest.

Her body was now standing out and plump, and it was sucked into his mouth. His thick tongue licked her up and down her. It was only a tiny piece of flesh that was being teased, and the sense of being bullied shook her.

She closed her eyes and cried out.

“Ugh, Your Excellency, stop… Please, no, no, yes.”

“If you want to stop, you can hit me anytime.”

“I… Ahh, I can’t… I, you know… Hah, haaah!”

Her thighs grew damp. She had never felt this level of arousal when taking the elixir. To borrow the marquis’s expression, it was because she was dragged to the limit without order at that time.

Compared to that, now it was so slow that you couldn’t miss it even if you missed it one by one, and it was faithful enough to be imprinted one by one, and yet it was hot as if it were going to burn. His hands wrapped around her back touched the tender flesh under her armpits, then groped her swaying breasts and came over in front of her.

He grabbed the soft lower part and squeezed it without hesitation.

“Huh! Ah, ah, ah, ah…”

She couldn’t do anything more than bear the caresses of the marquis.

The crumpled clothes were completely removed from her body and thrown to the floor. Only the bottom underwear, garter belt, and stockings were left.

The shoes she had been wearing until then fell into the marquis’s hands and fell out of sight. A long finger went down her back waist, caressing the curvature of the hip, and grasping the soft flesh of the part where the hip and thigh are connected. Edith fell forward with a burst of exclamation.

“Ah!”

Edith’s forehead hit the marquis’s chest. As if it had been a sign, the marquis took Edith in his arms and sprang to his feet. When her body suddenly flopped, she was afraid that she would get hurt if she fell. Edith wrapped her arms around the marquis’s neck and hung on.

“As expected, you’re smart.”

His whispering voice seemed to be a mixture of laughter. Holding her almost bare, the marquis reached the bed with a few steps due to his long legs. The bedding was very fluffy.

Even if he threw her lightly, he wouldn’t have hurt her hair, but he was willing to put her down and lay her down nicely. Then he spread her legs and went between them and sat down.

Her calves hung over his thighs, her hips slightly raised. It was a posture that was reminiscent of a strange incident a few days ago, or almost reproduced.

Edith realized the fact and covered her face with both hands even though she was out of her mind. Perhaps by the sight, she could hear him laughing low. And a hand came in between the legs. He had taken off his gloves before she knew it, and his bare hands felt warm.

“I thought that day was really crazy.”

“Oh no!”

“Because I had to endure it somehow.”

“Why… Uh-huh, no, ha-huh.”

“Isn’t it obvious? You were unconscious, and you didn’t recognize me.”

“Ah… Hands! Stop! Ahh, no… Aahhh!”

The hand that was poking and prodding at the already soaked and discolored center of her underwear was wicked. Edith reached down to stop him, but her hand was immediately caught, leaving her unable to move.

“In situations like this, it’s only natural for someone to act one level below human.”*

[*T/N: Act morally wrong.]

“Even now, you… Ahh!”

“What are you saying? Your consciousness is perfectly clear right now.”

The marquis straightened his index finger and rubbed the cracks thoroughly. The underwear got wet along the lines drawn by the fingers.

Edith felt a flickering anticipation below her. The hand that had been exploring the crevices became more delicate. It gently and deliberately traced the valley where the nectar flowed, while simultaneously exploring the firm flesh with a tap and a touch. Her hypersensitive nerve endings trembled at the slightest brush against her surroundings, and her entire being focused on that tiny point.

“Eut, ah, ah, ah, ah.”

“So I feel completely different.”

“Ah!”

The marquis, who found his goal even with her underwear in between, pinched the area weakly.

Edith moved her hips and sobbed. He teased her sensitive area relentlessly, like someone reluctant to let go.

“Ah, no, ah! Ah!”

“Anyway, it’s true that you can’t stand this place in particular.”

He whispered, pressing down on one of her struggling thighs and scratching round flesh over the clinging cloth. She shook her head and struggled from the pleasure he poured out. Inside the slippery liquid-covered underwear, the private parts were hot as if they were about to explode.

“Aaaah!”

Her eyes flashed. Edith let out a long exclamation and reached a small climax. Her legs lifted slightly as she breathed in.

It was because he was holding her body and trying to peel off the garter belt and stockings with a gentle and soft touch. Then, the underwear, which were so wet that she could never wear it again, were finally peeled off.

The heightened arousal caused a shiver to run through her body, and the distinct scent of arousal filled the air. She was in a state of languid bliss, yet felt a sense of embarrassment and folded her knees.

He watched her movements with a strange gaze. However, he did not prevent her from folding her knees or hide her arousal. The marquis proceeded to undress himself.

“…Your Excellency.”

“Wait a little longer. We’re getting to the main part now.”

He said as he lowered himself to beneath the bed, making it difficult to see his expression. It was slightly disappointing. But she had no intention of voicing it out loud! It felt somewhat incomplete when he distanced himself by undressing.

“It’s done.”

However, when he fully emerged and came back up, she completely forgot about the thoughts she had just had. His erect member, almost pressing against his abdomen, appeared before her eyes. Contrasting with his clean-cut face, the prominently throbbing veins made him a distinctly intimidating man.

As the dripping liquid from the tip flowed down and trickled onto the pillar, it seemed to pulsate as if it had a life of its own, leaving her awestruck.

In short, just looking at it made her eyes hot. Edith couldn’t bear to take her eyes off. It felt as if her face had been caught and fixed to look in that direction.

He said she’d confirm it.

The “main part” was excessively erotic. Just by thinking that the desire he filled it with was directed towards her, her entire being trembled from head to toe. It was a sensation of complete tingling. From her heart to her fingertips, it felt as if there was only one stimulus that squeezed and twisted her senses with all its might.

But he didn’t seem to have any intention of ending it. Coming up on his knees, he pulled her hand again.

“Don’t just look, touch it again.”

“What, what, what? No, no, it’s okay…”

He said, squeezing her terrified hand and kissing each of her fingers.

“You have to make sure. That I’m attracted to you.”

I think I’ve checked enough earlier! But the words couldn’t even come out of her mouth. The marquis lay obliquely beside Edith, holding her hand.

“Oh, my.”

His lower body was out of sight and he barely breathed. She was holding her breath without realizing it. Her heart went up and down greatly. But he pulled her in without giving her a moment.

“Now, Edith.”

The marquis tilted his head. He scattered feather-like kisses on her nose, cheeks, and around her eyes, while his hands entwined with her legs. Then he brought Edith’s hand to his own center. Edith was taken aback. It was a heat unlike anything she had experienced even when they performed the same actions while clothed. Moreover, this time he induced her to hold it in her palm, with the back of her hand clasped together.

In the end, she felt the blood vessels burning. Obscenely, but as it is, he was a man in heat.

“Ugh.”

“I hope the sincerity has been proven.”

“… All right. So stop…”

“Stop, so you can let go of your restraint.”

What? She freaked out, but couldn’t say anything because he swallowed her lips before she could even refute. The deep kiss, which was tangled up in close contact with her naked body, tore through her head in a mess.

Of course, it wasn’t just in her head. The marquis acted like he was going to swallow her whole. He sucked her lips like someone trying to fetch water in the desert, then kissed her face, neck, and chest. He wandered over her body recklessly, tirelessly leaving a red trail.

“Ah, ah! Ah, ah, …Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.”

“Edith, Edith.”

“Your Excellency… Ah, ah, ah, uh…”

She couldn’t remember when the marquis slid down to her navel. After groaning with excitement from the heat, she suddenly looked down, and completely disheveled silver hair covered her stomach.

Edith stared at his silver hair, which swept through his cloudy eyes. He kissed the bushes between her legs without hesitation, and went down again.

The heavily moistened woman’s secret place quivered as fluid trickled out. Even though it couldn’t be seen, Edith could feel it well enough in her own body. She exhaled heavily and instinctively exerted her strength.

“Are you inviting me?”

“Ha-ah!”

The marquis’s breathing was also rough. The feeling of the warm breath touching the gaping bottom made the juice leak out again.

“Oh, no! Stop!”

A finger, stained with the hot liquid that had just flowed out, pierced inside. She writhed in response. It was different from the previous encounter, which had been intended to relieve her excitement. The sensation of the finger moving slowly, drawing circles and expanding her insides, felt maddening. Although she thought she had experienced it before, it felt completely different due to the different purpose behind this act.

Unbeknownst to Edith, he was in the same state. While tightening below without even realizing it, she was provoking the marquis’s finger and, in turn, the marquis himself.

“Now, just a little more…”

“Ha ha, uh… … Yes… … .”

Eventually Edith had reached another climax, and with it, a slight sense of release washed over her. The marquis, who had kissed her there, slowly rose to his feet with a soft sound.

Then it was already showing off its presence from earlier, and it caught her eye again, which kept stabbing her in the flesh while he held her with his whole body and pushed her. But it soon became invisible. This is because the marquis moved his waist to adhere to Edith, their bodies fitting together as their desires intertwined.

At first, the marquis’s member pressed cautiously, firmly against her. Then, he gently probed and, finding the opening between Edith’s parted flesh, finally pushed his head inside. Edith’s eyes widened. The marquis brushed her forehead and smiled softly.

“I hope it doesn’t hurt.”

Unfortunately, the marquis’s wish did not materialize.

“Ah! Ahhhhhhhh…”

Something thick and hot rushed into her like lava. A tearing pain overtook her as her body stretched beyond her limits.

Then he came in endlessly, penetrated her, and pinned her to a standstill. Tears filled up in an instant and burst out.

Edith began to sob uncontrollably. Startled by the sound, the marquis tried to pull back. However, instead, the rough and hot sensation of his member, which she could barely accommodate, scraping against Edith’s intimate flesh, only intensified her pain.

Eventually, the marquis very slowly and cautiously withdrew his member, which had barely gone in more than a finger’s length, returning it to its original position. He then licked Edith’s tears, unsure of what to do.

“I’m sorry to have hurt you.”

Edith, who had been distracted by more than she had imagined, calmed down after quite a while.

Until then the marquis waited patiently, caressing her face affectionately and giving her occasional small kisses.

Soon Edith, who stopped sobbing, raised her head, and the marquis smiled with his eyes as if he were relieved.

‘Ah.’

Edith couldn’t believe what she saw.

She didn’t know maybe it was an illusion. The brilliant light in the marquis’s eyes reminded her of a certain feeling that she had secretly dreamed of but had given up.

It was love for herself, not for anyone else. Her heart raced. The pounding and pulsating sound seemed to pass easily past the naked body and could be heard outside.

She didn’t know that if she opened her mouth, if her heart might jump out. She clasped her lips and pointed her hand near the heart.

To avoid being caught, she acted as if she was trying to regain her composure, not solely because the pain had lessened…

‘No, it can’t be.’

Fortunately, the marquis did not seem to think deeply about Edith’s change.

Perhaps it was because he didn’t know what expression he was making. Thanks to that, she was able to see his ‘unexpected’ expression a little more.

But while she looked at him with her slightly distraught eyes, he began to move cautiously again. As the deeply engaged body was rubbed, it made a wet sound, and the feeling in her stomach that had slightly subsided caught fire again.

“Heuk.”

A scream burst out involuntarily. Even to her own ears, it was a different sound from a while ago. If earlier the pain was so intense that the marquis could only stop in surprise, now only pleasure remained and it was becoming more and more prominent.

The marquis moved slowly. Edith tightened her lower back and took a deep breath. The scent of his body and the filthy smell that came between them rushed into her nostrils.

She felt dizzy. As he entered deeply one last time and slowly withdrew, she closed her eyes softly. They sank into a distant oblivion.

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