IHMEB - Chapter 45 < Horny Person's Taste >
Having An Enemy's Baby
"I miss you, Claudel.”
“It wasn’t intentional, it was something I did from the heart.”
“Are you telling me to cling to you in front of my sister? Is this the first time you and my sister are greeting each other?”
Claudel puffed out her cheeks as if in pain and questioned him about the previous situation.
However, his dainty hands were struggling to unbutton Kaian's clothes one by one.
Seeing that, Kaian felt as if he had been hit on the head again.
“Why are you like this today? You're so active.”
“Why are you like this? Other times, you didn't ask me to talk this much. Take off your clothes.”
Claudel pursed her lips as if she was annoyed that the large, tight buttons on unfamiliar men's clothes didn't come off easily.
The sight of small hands trying to take off his clothes made Kaian's heart itch.
“What are you going to do when I take off my clothes?”
“I want to touch you.”
Claudel muttered regretfully.
"Please hug me, huh?"
Kaian hugged her and headed to the bed.
Without even having time to take off his clothes, he hurriedly hugged Claudel and kissed her.
“As you wish.”
Claudel was a little different from usual today.
It wasn't that she didn't always have the temptress-like side of being chaste during the day and bewitching him at night, but he was so fascinating that it was indescribable.
Kaian was dragged into an abyss from which he could not escape.
Claudel was hugged tightly to Kaian, her cheek pressed against his chest.
When did he become accustomed to this man’s body temperature and body scent?
“I couldn’t sleep while you were gone.”
“Hannah would have given permission to sleep here.”
“I said so. I still couldn’t sleep.”
There was a tired shadow around Claudel's eyes.
"Why? You said you could sleep well when Hannah was there.”
“I said so. Because Hannah can’t hug me as tight as you do.”
At her words, Kaian laughed softly, making the sound of the wind.
“Is that why you couldn’t sleep because you felt empty without me?”
"Yes."
His long fingers brushed her hair over and over again.
Occasionally his fingers would get caught in a tangle in her hair and pull at her hair, but her mind was relaxed enough that she didn't feel any pain.
“I’m glad I came at least a day early.”
"Oh. Why did you come early?”
"That is... Ha. It was no big deal.”
Kaian stopped talking, but Claudel didn't care one way or another.
'Ah. Good night.'
He held her tight, muscled arms around her body, letting her rest on her own every night.
Unless she had insomnia, she didn't really have any trouble sleeping.
It was unclear whether she couldn't sleep because she was lying on a soft pillow instead of in his arms, or whether just holding her hand with Hannah wasn't enough.
“Have your sister seen Rowen?”
“We went to the garden cafe you took me to the other day. My sister likes flowers.”
"Right. When she returned home, we would give her roses of different colors from the garden as a gift.”
"Really? Is that okay?”
“I’ll tell the gardener.”
"Thank you."
Claudel was so happy that she stood up with her hand on his chest and kissed Kayan's cheek.
“Thank you so much.”
The disgruntled man quieted as he covered her grumbling mouth with his lips.
“Your body is a little hot. Do you have a fever?”
"No. I’m fine.”
Claudel shook her head.
There was no pain anywhere.
“Why on earth did you call me Duke?”
“Are you upset about that?”
"No."
Right. Now she knows for sure.
Ever since Kaian gave permission for the name, Claudel has never called him Duke.
Earlier, she met him without preparation, with a very scary face and unfamiliar hunting clothes, and she was so surprised that she called him that without realizing it, but it turned out that he must have been hurt because of that.
“Because you look so angry.”
"I? Not at all."
"Lie. You seemed to be in a very bad mood.”
Kaian placed his lips on Claudel's forehead.
“Why should I be angry with you? Something like that happened at the hunting ground. You misunderstood.”
“...Huh."
When he said that it was his fault and 'You misunderstood', Claudel completely relaxed.
“Did you catch the fox?”
“Why do you ask that?”
“Because you came too quickly. Did you just come?”
His hand, which had been brushing her hair until now, subtly stroked her wing bones and then moved down to her waist.
“Why are you curious about that? Were you looking forward to just wearing that?”
"No!"
Claudel looked at him with a straight face, turned her body, grabbed the blanket with both hands and pulled it up.
"Good night."
“I caught it.”
Kaian bit Claudel's ear and brought her back to his arms.
“I caught three of different colors.”
"Wow. Is it three?”
“So, you have to show your scarf three times at night...”
Claudel couldn't bear it anymore and covered Kaian's mouth with her hand.
But he snatched her hand and bit it with her lips without causing any pain.
"Got it."
“You say that without fear. If I’m a lecher, then you have a taste for lecherous people.”
"No."
“Nope. After going on the hunt, you pushed your exhausted husband against your bedroom door and yelled at him to kiss you first.”
"I beg your pardon? When did I do that? And I didn’t even hunt much.”
... Even though he wasn't tired.
Claudel could personally feel that Kaian was alive.
“Did you miss me?”
Rather, she wanted to confirm what she had passed over in the restaurant while arguing with him earlier.
"Yes."
“How much?”
“To the point where I want to disobey the King’s orders and come home.”
Claudel opened her eyes wide.
“Surely you came back against the King’s orders?”
"No way. It is His Majesty the King who disobeyed the royal order.”
“...Yes?"
“I don’t know the details. It happens sometimes, so don’t worry about it.”
It was a strange night.
They only spent one night apart. All night long, both Kaian and Claudel became more talkative.
After chatting for a while and sharing their breaths, their bodies became hot and then they chatted wildly, feeling each other's body heat until the sweat cooled down.
“Claudel.”
It wasn't until early dawn, when the sun was peeking out of her head over the distant ridge, that she fell asleep motionlessly.
“It might be worth leaving sometime.”
Does the Valquiterre have any talent for being stupid?
Every time he did something stupid, Claudel did something pretty, so it seemed like Kaian would be able to leave without getting annoyed if he suddenly had to go to the royal castle.
“You are also pretty while sleeping.”
He was very confident in his aesthetic sense.
The woman's lips tasted the sweet peach puree he had last fed her.
He frantically licked her lips, which had a sour and sweet scent.
"...”
Claudel pushed his chest with her fist as if in a petty protest.
Instead of being hit with his pretty hands like tulip blossoms, Kaian gently cupped the spot that rose above her clothes.
“... !”
He could feel Claudel's back tightening and her back bending slightly in his arms.
He was a man with a big heart, and he was generous enough to repay the blow by touching the injured area.
“This is a restaurant.”
"So?"
“What if someone sees it?”
“Everyone has already left without realizing it.”
Claudel seemed to be very dissatisfied with him, perhaps because she did not feel grateful for his kindness.
“What are you going to do when Irena comes?”
“I can’t.”
Kaian stood up from his seat, pulling her into his arms.
“You’re worried that you’ll look bad to your guests. Go to the bedroom.”
"I beg your pardon? I’m not finished eating yet...”
"It's over."
He kissed Claudel again.
His large hands moved from the shell of her ear to the back of her neck, moving up her body to find a soft spot that held her body heat.
The woman, who clearly felt his desire, trembled.
"No."
When he let go a little, Claudel took a deep breath.
"No. Not here.”
Kaian picked her up and headed to the bedroom.
However, her twist came after she reached Claudel's room and locked the door.
Slam!
Claudel pushed him against the door, hung on his neck with both arms and kissed the tip of his chin.
Kaian, unable to cooperate with her sudden attack, looked down at his wife, who was clinging to him in bewilderment.
Even in the dark room, there was a look of regret in her soft golden eyes.
"Ah. I can’t reach it.”
Last time, she was able to float in the lake.
Meanwhile, she was chewing and comparing the events of her first kiss.
Kaian's fever rose to the top of his head.
“It really gets people going.”
Kaian easily lifted the woman's body, pushing her towards the door, and changed her position.
Now it was Claudel whose back reached the dead end.
“You just have to provoke me so casually.”
“Stop talking and hurry up.”
“...What?"
"Kiss me."
The next moment, urgent gestures overlapped, longing for each other.
Kaian lifted up the hem of Claudel's rich dress, pushed his thick, strong thighs between her slender legs, grabbed her slender wrist, and had he wrap it around his neck.
Then, with their lips pressed together frantically, the slender woman wrapped her arms and legs around Kaian's body, as if entrusting her whole body to him.
His wife's lips felt fragrant and sweet for the first time in two days.
After stirring and sucking several times, the peach scent from before had faded, but the fresh and fresh Claudel scent he knew had become stronger.
For now, Kaian seemed to be able to let go of his anger towards Valquiterre, who had cheated on him and forgive him.
It is said that patience is short and the fruit is sweet.
When he didn't see Claudel for two days and he blamed it on his wayward Valquiterre, he was very angry.
There was no benefit like this to being able to get a glimpse of Claudel's sensuality in exchange for that time.
The physical conditions are very different.
It was mainly Claudel who was gasping when she fell after struggling for a while.
That was the case until now.
But as soon as their lips parted for the first time, Kaian felt like he was running out of oxygen.
The tip of his nose felt like he was addicted to Claudel, and a brief headache passed through his head.
The sad feelings he felt earlier from the woman who called him 'Duke' had long since disappeared.
“If even half of this had greeted me at the gate earlier, I wouldn’t have been rude to the guests.”
“You are so mean. I thought you did it on purpose.”
He frantically licked her lips, which had a sour and sweet scent.
"...”
Claudel pushed his chest with her fist as if in a petty protest.
Instead of being hit with his pretty hands like tulip blossoms, Kaian gently cupped the spot that rose above her clothes.
“... !”
He could feel Claudel's back tightening and her back bending slightly in his arms.
He was a man with a big heart, and he was generous enough to repay the blow by touching the injured area.
“This is a restaurant.”
"So?"
“What if someone sees it?”
“Everyone has already left without realizing it.”
Claudel seemed to be very dissatisfied with him, perhaps because she did not feel grateful for his kindness.
“What are you going to do when Irena comes?”
“I can’t.”
Kaian stood up from his seat, pulling her into his arms.
“You’re worried that you’ll look bad to your guests. Go to the bedroom.”
"I beg your pardon? I’m not finished eating yet...”
"It's over."
He kissed Claudel again.
His large hands moved from the shell of her ear to the back of her neck, moving up her body to find a soft spot that held her body heat.
The woman, who clearly felt his desire, trembled.
"No."
When he let go a little, Claudel took a deep breath.
"No. Not here.”
Kaian picked her up and headed to the bedroom.
However, her twist came after she reached Claudel's room and locked the door.
Slam!
Claudel pushed him against the door, hung on his neck with both arms and kissed the tip of his chin.
Kaian, unable to cooperate with her sudden attack, looked down at his wife, who was clinging to him in bewilderment.
Even in the dark room, there was a look of regret in her soft golden eyes.
"Ah. I can’t reach it.”
Last time, she was able to float in the lake.
Meanwhile, she was chewing and comparing the events of her first kiss.
Kaian's fever rose to the top of his head.
“It really gets people going.”
Kaian easily lifted the woman's body, pushing her towards the door, and changed her position.
Now it was Claudel whose back reached the dead end.
“You just have to provoke me so casually.”
“Stop talking and hurry up.”
“...What?"
"Kiss me."
The next moment, urgent gestures overlapped, longing for each other.
Kaian lifted up the hem of Claudel's rich dress, pushed his thick, strong thighs between her slender legs, grabbed her slender wrist, and had he wrap it around his neck.
Then, with their lips pressed together frantically, the slender woman wrapped her arms and legs around Kaian's body, as if entrusting her whole body to him.
His wife's lips felt fragrant and sweet for the first time in two days.
After stirring and sucking several times, the peach scent from before had faded, but the fresh and fresh Claudel scent he knew had become stronger.
For now, Kaian seemed to be able to let go of his anger towards Valquiterre, who had cheated on him and forgive him.
It is said that patience is short and the fruit is sweet.
When he didn't see Claudel for two days and he blamed it on his wayward Valquiterre, he was very angry.
There was no benefit like this to being able to get a glimpse of Claudel's sensuality in exchange for that time.
The physical conditions are very different.
It was mainly Claudel who was gasping when she fell after struggling for a while.
That was the case until now.
But as soon as their lips parted for the first time, Kaian felt like he was running out of oxygen.
The tip of his nose felt like he was addicted to Claudel, and a brief headache passed through his head.
The sad feelings he felt earlier from the woman who called him 'Duke' had long since disappeared.
“If even half of this had greeted me at the gate earlier, I wouldn’t have been rude to the guests.”
“You are so mean. I thought you did it on purpose.”
“It wasn’t intentional, it was something I did from the heart.”
“Are you telling me to cling to you in front of my sister? Is this the first time you and my sister are greeting each other?”
Claudel puffed out her cheeks as if in pain and questioned him about the previous situation.
However, his dainty hands were struggling to unbutton Kaian's clothes one by one.
Seeing that, Kaian felt as if he had been hit on the head again.
“Why are you like this today? You're so active.”
“Why are you like this? Other times, you didn't ask me to talk this much. Take off your clothes.”
Claudel pursed her lips as if she was annoyed that the large, tight buttons on unfamiliar men's clothes didn't come off easily.
The sight of small hands trying to take off his clothes made Kaian's heart itch.
“What are you going to do when I take off my clothes?”
“I want to touch you.”
Claudel muttered regretfully.
"Please hug me, huh?"
Kaian hugged her and headed to the bed.
Without even having time to take off his clothes, he hurriedly hugged Claudel and kissed her.
“As you wish.”
Claudel was a little different from usual today.
It wasn't that she didn't always have the temptress-like side of being chaste during the day and bewitching him at night, but he was so fascinating that it was indescribable.
Kaian was dragged into an abyss from which he could not escape.
***
Claudel was hugged tightly to Kaian, her cheek pressed against his chest.
When did he become accustomed to this man’s body temperature and body scent?
“I couldn’t sleep while you were gone.”
“Hannah would have given permission to sleep here.”
“I said so. I still couldn’t sleep.”
There was a tired shadow around Claudel's eyes.
"Why? You said you could sleep well when Hannah was there.”
“I said so. Because Hannah can’t hug me as tight as you do.”
At her words, Kaian laughed softly, making the sound of the wind.
“Is that why you couldn’t sleep because you felt empty without me?”
"Yes."
His long fingers brushed her hair over and over again.
Occasionally his fingers would get caught in a tangle in her hair and pull at her hair, but her mind was relaxed enough that she didn't feel any pain.
“I’m glad I came at least a day early.”
"Oh. Why did you come early?”
"That is... Ha. It was no big deal.”
Kaian stopped talking, but Claudel didn't care one way or another.
'Ah. Good night.'
He held her tight, muscled arms around her body, letting her rest on her own every night.
Unless she had insomnia, she didn't really have any trouble sleeping.
It was unclear whether she couldn't sleep because she was lying on a soft pillow instead of in his arms, or whether just holding her hand with Hannah wasn't enough.
“Have your sister seen Rowen?”
“We went to the garden cafe you took me to the other day. My sister likes flowers.”
"Right. When she returned home, we would give her roses of different colors from the garden as a gift.”
"Really? Is that okay?”
“I’ll tell the gardener.”
"Thank you."
Claudel was so happy that she stood up with her hand on his chest and kissed Kayan's cheek.
“Thank you so much.”
The disgruntled man quieted as he covered her grumbling mouth with his lips.
“Your body is a little hot. Do you have a fever?”
"No. I’m fine.”
Claudel shook her head.
There was no pain anywhere.
“Why on earth did you call me Duke?”
“Are you upset about that?”
"No."
Right. Now she knows for sure.
Ever since Kaian gave permission for the name, Claudel has never called him Duke.
Earlier, she met him without preparation, with a very scary face and unfamiliar hunting clothes, and she was so surprised that she called him that without realizing it, but it turned out that he must have been hurt because of that.
“Because you look so angry.”
"I? Not at all."
"Lie. You seemed to be in a very bad mood.”
Kaian placed his lips on Claudel's forehead.
“Why should I be angry with you? Something like that happened at the hunting ground. You misunderstood.”
“...Huh."
When he said that it was his fault and 'You misunderstood', Claudel completely relaxed.
“Did you catch the fox?”
“Why do you ask that?”
“Because you came too quickly. Did you just come?”
His hand, which had been brushing her hair until now, subtly stroked her wing bones and then moved down to her waist.
“Why are you curious about that? Were you looking forward to just wearing that?”
"No!"
Claudel looked at him with a straight face, turned her body, grabbed the blanket with both hands and pulled it up.
"Good night."
“I caught it.”
Kaian bit Claudel's ear and brought her back to his arms.
“I caught three of different colors.”
"Wow. Is it three?”
“So, you have to show your scarf three times at night...”
Claudel couldn't bear it anymore and covered Kaian's mouth with her hand.
But he snatched her hand and bit it with her lips without causing any pain.
"Got it."
“You say that without fear. If I’m a lecher, then you have a taste for lecherous people.”
"No."
“Nope. After going on the hunt, you pushed your exhausted husband against your bedroom door and yelled at him to kiss you first.”
"I beg your pardon? When did I do that? And I didn’t even hunt much.”
... Even though he wasn't tired.
Claudel could personally feel that Kaian was alive.
“Did you miss me?”
Rather, she wanted to confirm what she had passed over in the restaurant while arguing with him earlier.
"Yes."
“How much?”
“To the point where I want to disobey the King’s orders and come home.”
Claudel opened her eyes wide.
“Surely you came back against the King’s orders?”
"No way. It is His Majesty the King who disobeyed the royal order.”
“...Yes?"
“I don’t know the details. It happens sometimes, so don’t worry about it.”
It was a strange night.
They only spent one night apart. All night long, both Kaian and Claudel became more talkative.
After chatting for a while and sharing their breaths, their bodies became hot and then they chatted wildly, feeling each other's body heat until the sweat cooled down.
“Claudel.”
It wasn't until early dawn, when the sun was peeking out of her head over the distant ridge, that she fell asleep motionlessly.
“It might be worth leaving sometime.”
Does the Valquiterre have any talent for being stupid?
Every time he did something stupid, Claudel did something pretty, so it seemed like Kaian would be able to leave without getting annoyed if he suddenly had to go to the royal castle.
“You are also pretty while sleeping.”
He was very confident in his aesthetic sense.
He has eyes that have grown up seeing so many precious and good things.
Since Claudel's red hair, eyebrows, and eyelashes were the same color, she seemed especially prettier when the pale, cold dawn light shone on her.
Usually, he would wake up at this time and leave the bedroom, leaving Claudel asleep, but he often looked at the sleeping woman for a while before leaving.
“The plan was to visit a hunting ground.”
Today would have been a day to return from Promhunt to Rowen. In other words, the Lord's work was left empty all day.
“I’ll have to spend the day serving you to the fullest.”
Kaian, determined to be an idle Lord in his wife's bed, embraced Claudel.
He closed his eyes, listening to Claudel's soft breathing.
The day's events passed quickly in Kaian's mind as he fell asleep.
He smiled and fell asleep as the thought reached the edge of his consciousness.
'I'm glad it was you who was chosen as my wife.'
If possible, it's his preference.
Since Claudel's red hair, eyebrows, and eyelashes were the same color, she seemed especially prettier when the pale, cold dawn light shone on her.
Usually, he would wake up at this time and leave the bedroom, leaving Claudel asleep, but he often looked at the sleeping woman for a while before leaving.
“The plan was to visit a hunting ground.”
Today would have been a day to return from Promhunt to Rowen. In other words, the Lord's work was left empty all day.
“I’ll have to spend the day serving you to the fullest.”
Kaian, determined to be an idle Lord in his wife's bed, embraced Claudel.
He closed his eyes, listening to Claudel's soft breathing.
The day's events passed quickly in Kaian's mind as he fell asleep.
He smiled and fell asleep as the thought reached the edge of his consciousness.
'I'm glad it was you who was chosen as my wife.'
If possible, it's his preference.
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