Side Story 1) Spring Picnic
May is the month when new buds sprout.
The breath of spring has settled on Simmer's vineyard. The wind carrying the scent of flowers brushed against the branches, dyeing the whole world green.
A cat was running frantically among the densely shaded vines. The plump brown cat had been chasing a butterfly for a long time. Every time his little foot moved around along the fluttering trajectory, reddish-brown dust rose.
The beast, which had been wandering hard, stopped when it spotted the figure of a person wandering in the bushes and in a stream.
There was a woman. She is reading a book with her hair hanging down long.
The cat stared blankly at the woman, not knowing that the butterfly had flown far away.
The wind brushing against the leaves disheveled her long hair. The woman kept her eyes off the book and stuck her hair in her ears. Before she could put her hand down, the wind blew again. One more time, and one more time.
The woman frowned and put down the book in her hand, as if her hair was covering her eyes. Then she diligently swept her messy hair.
It was when a woman with her hair gathered together was looking around as if looking for something.
"Is this?"
It heard a low, deep voice that didn't let him feel sluggish.
It's that man.
The cat instinctively lowered his body and raised his tail.
The man held a string in his hand. In front of the light blue velvet string handed to her by the man, a bright smile appeared on the woman's face.
"Thank you."
The woman with her hair tied up smiled and shook her head slightly. Her hair that stretched long like horsehair reflected the sunlight and glowed gold.
The man lying down on the ground stared at the woman, resting his head on his hand. Somewhere in the cat's simple gaze, there was a strange mixture of heat and tenacity.
The woman took out an apricot from the basket and picked it up.
"Would you like to eat it?"
The man accepted. The woman took out another one and took a big bite. With the sound of squeaking and bursting juice, the woman's eyes curled like a crescent moon.
The afternoon sun was warm and cozy. The cat, lying on his back, wagged his tall back and forth and continued to watch the two of them.
The woman, who seemed to be completely immersed in the book, tilted her body to the left for a moment. Soon after, she shook her hips again and tilted to the right. The same movement continued several times.
"Are you uncomfortable?"
"A little."
She pointed to her belly and continued.
"Sometimes this place gets stiff."
The man looked at the woman for a long time, his face darkened a little. It was then that the cat realized that her belly was swollen like a watermelon.
"Do you want to lie down?"
"...No, the doctor said it's better to change your posture in such cases."
"Let's take a walk."
The man stretched out his arm and lifted the woman up.
The two of them began to walk slowly toward the vineyard where the cat was, with the pods on each other's fingers.
It was an unremarkable day. No, it was a boringly leisurely afternoon. Still, the woman looked around as if everything was curious. Her bright blue pupils smiled as she stared up at the clear sky, and she admired the vine leaves that had risen.
Among them, the one that made her eyes sparkle the most was the man next to her. Every time she glanced at the man walking silently, a bashish smile bloomed on the woman's lips.
"Are you okay now?"
"Yes, it's much better to walk. I think it's more because I've been sleeping hard lately..."
The man's gaze turned to the woman's belly once more.
"...This guy is a nuisance."
"...Guy?"
The woman stopped walking with her eyes wide open.
"When will you be a little girl?"
"I'm realizing that it's just a vain hope."
"Why?"
"Grojean said. From the beginning, it looks like a young master."
The woman blinked her eyes.
"That's a bit strange. My stepmother said it's a young lady from birth, right?"
The woman's face gradually showed a mischievous look as she muttered.
"Then let's check it out."
"What?"
"Is it the master or the young lady?"
The man raised his eyebrows in embarrassment.
"That's how Ingrid taught me."
The woman lowered her voice as if it were a great secret.
"This is it."
The woman pulled out the ring she was wearing on her hand.
"If you hang a thread on your wedding ring and take it to your belly, it will tell you your gender. If it's a boy, it's swaying from side to side, and if it's a girl, it's spinning around."
The man laughed. The woman also giggled as if her words were funny. However, none of them ever said not to do useless things.
"There's no thread right now... Shall we do this?"
The woman pulled out a piece of grass that was knee-high. After a while, the ring hung loosely on a ring made of grass.
"Are you ready?"
The man nodded, and the woman slowly began to bring the ring to her stomach.
It was strange.
The two of them seemed mischievous, like conspiring troublemakers, to see what they were going to do again. However, as the ring got closer to the woman's stomach, the laughter disappeare,d and her eyes became more serious.
What's even stranger is that the ring, which was shaking randomly, tries to show strange movements little by little.
Left and right? Or spinning around?
Even the cat, who didn't know anything, was overwhelmed by the atmosphere and held his breath, but it was that moment.
A butterfly flew in from somewhere and covered the cat's front. It was the butterfly that the cat had missed because he was distracted by the woman earlier.
The cat was startled and swung his front paws around. He succeeded in getting rid of the annoying vandal, but the revelation of the mysterious ring came to an end in no time.
When the cat turned his head again, all he could see was a man holding a ring and a woman smiling with unrecognizable eyes.
"...It's fun."
The man muttered to himself, then suddenly bent down and whispered something in the woman's ear. The woman's face turned bright red like a ripe tomato.
"Keep saying... Is that so?"
The woman glanced at the man, and the man continued to walk calmly as if nothing had happened.
Two pairs of bare feet stepping on the soft soil circled around the entrance to the vineyard and stopped in front of a wide rock by the stream.
The man sat the woman on her and folded up the sleeves and the ends of his pants. The man splashed into the water and began to wash the woman's feet.
While the man's fingers gently washed the little feet, from the top of the foot to the toe, the woman played with the man's hair in front of her breasts, fiddling with the man's hair that went back and forth.
The pure white hand gradually dug deeper through the black hair, and the man's fingertips, which had risen to the woman's calves, gently caressed her straight shin. The friction added depth and heat.
For a moment, the man raised his head. The look he looked up at the woman was filled with admiration and admiration.
"Do you know you're the prettiest in the world?"
The woman's face became even paler. As if he couldn't stand it anymore, he pushed his upper body up and brought his lips to her mouth.
A few days ago, the cat had seen a similar scene in the barn.
The stable keeper set the maid against the wall and pursed his lips like that. Unlike them, who only pressed their lips to each other, the man in front of him pushed his tongue in and licked it for a long time, as if a woman were a cream.
The cat turned around for no reason in a strange feeling that tickled his spine.
He saw a butterfly again in the distance. In the meantime. It was not one, but two of them who met their mates. The cat slammed into the ground vigorously to chase the trajectory of the two fluttering pairs.
How much time has passed?
The cat, which failed to hunt butterflies, staggered back to the stream. Meanwhile, the man and woman were also back on the mat.
The two of them were in a strange posture. The man was lying on a large cushion, and the woman was riding on top of him.
The man tilted the woman's face towards him and continued to bite and suck on her. The woman who was willing to offer her lips flinched for a moment and leaned back.
"Why?"
Instead of answering, the woman pulled the man's wrist. The man looked a little surprised as his hand touched her stomach. He did not take his hands off the belly. Folded his arms, slashed his head, and looked up at the woman as if admiring.
"... Is it okay to be so active?"
"Don't worry."
The woman pressed her fingertips on the man's wrinkled brows.
"It was proof that my child was very healthy."
The two have been in the same position for quite some time. The cat had no idea that they were feeling a little life twisting in the woman's belly.
"True."
The woman tilted her head back as if she remembered something.
"I have to continue what I did last night."
"... Last night."
The man's eyes took on a faint look as he muttered.
"No, that's not it."
"That?"
The man tilted his head like an innocent child this time. The woman narrowed her eyes and looked at him.
"Are you going to keep doing this? Like a rebellious man?"
"A rebel."
The man wrapped around the woman's wrists and waist and changed her position in an instant.
"Yes, let's continue."
The woman was trapped between the man's knees and made a strange sound that he didn't know if it was moaning or laughing.
"How about Eileen? It means 'noble light."
"...Eileen Meyer"
The woman's eyes sparkled and she reminded.
"Isn't it bad?"
"There is also 'Claire', which means intelligent. She'll be smart like your mother..."
After saying that, the conversation was cut off for a while. This is because the man leaned down and bit the woman's lip again. The muffled noise of tongue and saliva mixed continued for a long time.
"...What if it's a son? The boy's name too... We have to make it."
The woman asked with difficulty.
"Later."
The man replied casually and bowed his head again. The lips that were licking the earlobe went down, and then down.
"Let me go!"
The woman laughed and writhed.
"It's ticklish..."
Along with the unfinished words, a dense friction sound followed.
The more the panting and moaning grew, the more the mat became a mess. Tak, the water bottle was overturned, and the basket was overturned. The apricots that spilled out of the basket splashed in all directions.
The cat, who was staring at the dusty apricot, turned his eyes to the two of them again.
Then the woman was riding on top of the man again. Her neatly tied hair was disheveled, and the hem of her dress was barely draped over her chest. The woman's eyes sparkled with pleasure as she looked down at the man while breathing heavily.
"Do you dare to do this to the Duke?"
"Of course not. I dare to talk about commoners."
The positions of men and women have reversed again. Beneath the thick bushes, the woman chuckled and groaned in pain again.
As a cat, he was confused about whether she liked it or not. The man released the woman after a while. The woman stood up and realized that the world around her was a complete mess.
"Oh, my apricot."
The man jumped to his feet. He walked slowly toward the entrance of the vineyard to pick up the scattered apricots. The cat was ready to run away with a lot of strength in his legs.
But then.
"...!"
Before he could take his foot off, the cat made eye contact with the man. He and the cat stopped at a standstill. The instinct of the flying beast Inside the cat kicked in again. His hair stood on end, and his whole body was tight. The cat was about to jump up to avoid him.
"Moriah."
The soft voice from the man's mouth made the cat feel weak all over its body. The fear disappeared, and the tail drooped. He slowly raised his head toward the man.
Once again, their eyes met.
It was then that Moriah understood.
The man's silver-gray pupils were filled with nothing but pious serenity and peace.
As Moriah lost the will to flee and was mesmerized, the man's hand slowly reached out and gently brushed his head and ears. The cat was purring involuntarily
"Yes, Moriah."
He laughed.
Under clear skies, Moriah had granted himself to his master, the Duke of Meyer, for the first time.
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