Noah's question made me move my lips, and I was lost in thought.
It took a while for my lips to move naturally. He only asked if I wanted children, but why did I feel such a strange tension?
I shifted my tainted consciousness. If a child were born who resembled Noah, it would be quite cute, regardless of whether it was a boy or a girl. If they even shared his personality, it would be doubly tiring, though.
“A child who looks like you would be really pretty.”
“Do they have to look like me?”
Noah's eyes, rubbed his cheek, were narrowed and swollen like a waning moon. He seemed to think for a moment, then continued, as if adding a comment.
"I wish I had a child like you. Since you keep leaving me to play with the Prince, I think I need one too."
“When am I?”
“That’s right. I’m sad.”
He took my hand, pulled me to sit on the sofa, and then lowered his head to meet my gaze. His mysterious blue eyes scanned my face, then settled on one spot.
His long eyelashes were slightly downcast, so I glanced back and forth between his eyes and lips.
Noah, who had been staring intently at my lips below my nose, slowly tilted his head and approached me. I took a deep breath and froze.
“I want to do it. What do you think?”
“...Please tell me with some context.”
“You'll find out. Just close your eyes.”
His lips, soft and warm, seemed to touch slowly, and soon his breath was urgently pressed against my face. How could he have been so vague in suggesting a kiss?
The warmth of the hand that cupped my cheek was warm. As I wrapped my arms around his neck, his full lips, moistening my lips, moved past my cheek and touched the base of my neck.
A moist, stimulating sensation ran up the back of my neck, making me curl my toes. As I pressed my body against his, Noah, who had been kissing me again, let out a weak gasp and pulled away to face me.
“Oh, Diana.”
Instead of answering, I met his eyes, and his eyes squinted prettily. The corners of his eyes were as flushed as his lips.
“Is strangling your taste, Princess?”
“No, I don’t have any sadistic tastes like that.”
“Because it’s always like that.”
He had lowered his posture to accommodate me as I sat on the sofa, but he groaned, straightened his back, and smiled lazily.
“Try lying down.”
I slumped down on the sofa, my face utterly dazed and soulless. Suddenly, feeling embarrassed for having done as he was told, I turned my head to the side, only to find his hand cupping my cheek, forcing me to face him.
"It's okay."
He was talking as if to reassure me, but he was climbing on top of me and looking down at me with a fierce gaze.
“I just feel uncomfortable.”
So, lie down comfortably so I can eat you. Ironically, his gentle expression said so. My mind became a jumble of thoughts as my emotions changed.
No, maybe here?
“Is this related to what you asked earlier?”
Noah chuckled as I asked, fanning myself to cool my excited face.
“Does it have to be related?”
“That’s not it...”
“I just did it because I wanted to. Is that okay?”
He insists on sleeping with me every night, but he doesn't engage in physical intimacy often. When we do kiss, it's quite intense, but even in the heated atmosphere, he breathes wildly, never crossing a certain line.
“Good night, Conservative.”
He finishes by saying that and lies down next to me with a stoic attitude as if nothing happened, putting his arm as a pillow.
I'm actually quite progressive when it comes to relationships. But I've held back my impatience and impatience, keeping it a secret. I've reaffirmed my resolve time and time again, as if it were a battle of pride where the loser loses.
I'll never ask him to do more! If I do, he'll come back with a triumphant smile.
'As expected, you're so proactive. How cute.'
Absolutely I...
Suddenly, my ears felt hot, and a thick breath sucked deep into my ear. Something warm and slippery swirled around my earlobe, then gently bit the area around it.
Isn't this crossing the line? As my pent-up breath burst out and I covered my mouth, he grabbed my hand, intertwined our fingers, and pressed them down.
“That’s a bad habit.”
“What is it?”
“Hold on.”
Could it be that he's discovered my impure intentions? Panicking, I looked around, with nowhere to go.
Noah waited for my answer with an intrigued smile. Unlike me, who frantically rolled my eyes, searching for the words I needed, his naturalness was almost deceptive.
I asked hesitantly.
“I’m the one who’s enduring it... No, you’re the one who’s enduring it, right?”
“Did I do that?”
“So... if it’s not something you endured...”
The voice, which had been crawling, finally ended without a conclusion. I don't know what I'm saying. The man with a calm, composed expression pulled his tie loosely and looked away.
Noah ended his brief silence and looked at me again.
“I’ve never held my breath while kissing.”
“That’s right. It was just me.”
At this point, I decided to just admit it. It was true that I was the only one with dirty thoughts. Noah's smooth nose was getting closer, almost touching.
“Other than that, I’ve put up with a lot of things. Aren’t I a good person?”
Asking what he'd endured was a question so obvious it revealed his true feelings, so I simply stroked his round, silver-white hair and answered. The thought that he needed to be a little more greasy and bad in this regard lingered in my mouth.
“You’re kind.”
"Yes."
He leaned back, his face languid, his body drooping, his head resting against my hand. He looked like a cat purring under a stroking hand.
It wasn't heavy, as I wasn't carrying any weight, but I was a little taken aback when I realized what we looked like. He was resting his head on my chest, looking like he was sleeping.
“Your heart feels like it’s beating three times a second.”
The man, whose ear was pressed against my chest, chuckled faintly. I pursed my lips and gently squeezed and released his hair. The pressure on my chest was unsettling.
He straightened his head, propped himself up on one arm, and looked down at me expressionlessly, keeping a slight distance from me. A tapping sound came from my neck, and a cold air touched the bare skin exposed through the gap in my collar.
My thoughts became chaotic as I realized that the buttons on the front of the blouse I was wearing were coming undone one by one.
The sound of breathing becomes shorter.
My eyes were looking upwards, busily moving back and forth across the colorful ceiling paintings, but all my consciousness was focused on his fingertips.
Is this... real?
“Noah?”
He doesn't answer. Three, four, five.
I clenched my fists, at a loss as to what to do with the endless, unstoppable downward movement of his hands. Unaware of the sudden, unforeseen situation, I lowered my eyes, which had been wavering, to look at his face.
The drooping eyelids slowly lifted, and cold eyes met mine straight on.
What's the name of that color? It reminds me of a lake after rain, clouded over with murky water, or the early evening sky. It's a mysterious and beautiful color.
In my drunken, hazy state, I'd forgotten something crucial. If what I'm thinking is true, shouldn't I wash up and come back? I need time to prepare, too. After a bath and ablution, I'll do it with a pious mind.
"For a moment!"
I hastily grabbed his wrist. One hand, deftly unbuttoning my shirt, was stopped by my chest.
He didn't say anything or ask any questions, just withdrew his hand.
"Excuse me..."
I tried to say something, but I couldn't bring myself to say anything, so I just kept my mouth shut. It was because I was feeling unnecessarily embarrassed. Noah, with a lukewarm expression, retightened the buttons he'd unbuttoned, working his way up from the bottom.
“Oh, that’s right. Thank goodness, it was a close call.”
He sighs and answers as if he knows everything, even though he couldn't say anything.
“I promised to protect you, didn’t I? Would you like some pudding?”
He stood up, shaking his head, reached into the bag lying on the table, and took out a pudding.
I awkwardly sat up and took a cherry pudding. No, not pudding, something else...
Looking back, I think I lost my temper just now, which is uncharacteristic of me. It might have been a golden opportunity to break free from this man's unwavering self-control, but he possesses incredible self-control. But I don't dare to jokingly say, "You don't have to protect me! I'll just wash up first!"
I sighed and closed my eyes. Noah placed his hand on my forehead and tilted his head.
“I feel like I’m getting excited.”
“Your hands are hot.”
“That’s true too.”
Noah rubbed his lips and seemed lost in thought.
"Princess."
"Yes?"
I'm already used to being called "Princess." But I can't get used to that beautiful, smiling eye. Every time I see that charming smile, it feels like my heart is being squeezed and bobbing up and down.
“It gets better as time goes by, what should I do?”
What am I supposed to do if you say something like that? My efforts to keep my expression straight were in vain, and I once again made a stupid face.
“Oh, I think so too... Yes.”
“You look cute whenever you make that expression.”
At Noah's words, I quickly closed my mouth, which had been gaping blankly, and he covered his mouth and laughed heartily.
“Usually, it looks like a doll. Like the dolls girls used to play with when they were little.”
Noah covered his mouth and added with an elegant smile.
“I turned its neck and made all the girls cry.”
Are you saying you're going to turn my neck too? That guy is clearly not in his right mind.
I finally returned to the Chevant mansion. Daniel, to my great relief, didn't cry as I left.
Instead, he smiled and handed me a drawing and a letter. Noah openly criticized me, saying he should change his art teacher. "That's me. I taught him," I said. "I couldn't bring myself to say it."
Molly, dressed in simple black, still looked at us expressionlessly and offered us the usual welcoming remarks.
“Did you have a good trip? The mansion feels lonely without you two.”
“Molly, it’s been a while.”
“Yes, Miss.”
A faint smile played on her lips. The maid, Lenny, was carrying my luggage, babbling like a baby bird, her excitement piqued.
“Miss, miss. I’ve ironed all the clothes, cleaned everything thoroughly, and replaced the bedding with new ones.”
“Thank you, Lenny.”
“Hey, please speak comfortably and treat me comfortably.”
“No. I’m comfortable with this.”
I tend to be polite to everyone, but I don't think it's necessary to be so to those I don't like or who are rude to me. It's a little unfair that I can't speak informally to this unconventional Princess.
I entered my room, changed, and stretched out on the soft bed, which had been laid out with fresh bedding. "Home is the best," I thought. He wrapped his arms around my waist as I tried to become one with the bed, lifting me up and giving me a gentle smile.
"Diana. I have business to attend to in the duchy for a week."
“Really? Have a nice trip.”
Noah looked a little disappointed as he watched me answer nonchalantly.
“You can’t see me, so you don’t mind?”
“It’s painful to think about what I won’t be able to see.”
I gave a perfunctory answer and pondered the reason Noah had given as we returned to the Chevant mansion.
“So you said we should come back home? Are you afraid the Princess will tease me?”
Noah grabbed my shoulder and brought our faces closer.
“No, because of the Duke of Hessen.”
“Suddenly?”
What did that guy do to make that face? He didn't do anything.
“The way he looked at you was so unpleasant. It made me think about killing him.”
He has a genuinely murderous expression on his face.
It took a while for my lips to move naturally. He only asked if I wanted children, but why did I feel such a strange tension?
I shifted my tainted consciousness. If a child were born who resembled Noah, it would be quite cute, regardless of whether it was a boy or a girl. If they even shared his personality, it would be doubly tiring, though.
“A child who looks like you would be really pretty.”
“Do they have to look like me?”
Noah's eyes, rubbed his cheek, were narrowed and swollen like a waning moon. He seemed to think for a moment, then continued, as if adding a comment.
"I wish I had a child like you. Since you keep leaving me to play with the Prince, I think I need one too."
“When am I?”
“That’s right. I’m sad.”
He took my hand, pulled me to sit on the sofa, and then lowered his head to meet my gaze. His mysterious blue eyes scanned my face, then settled on one spot.
His long eyelashes were slightly downcast, so I glanced back and forth between his eyes and lips.
Noah, who had been staring intently at my lips below my nose, slowly tilted his head and approached me. I took a deep breath and froze.
“I want to do it. What do you think?”
“...Please tell me with some context.”
“You'll find out. Just close your eyes.”
His lips, soft and warm, seemed to touch slowly, and soon his breath was urgently pressed against my face. How could he have been so vague in suggesting a kiss?
The warmth of the hand that cupped my cheek was warm. As I wrapped my arms around his neck, his full lips, moistening my lips, moved past my cheek and touched the base of my neck.
A moist, stimulating sensation ran up the back of my neck, making me curl my toes. As I pressed my body against his, Noah, who had been kissing me again, let out a weak gasp and pulled away to face me.
“Oh, Diana.”
Instead of answering, I met his eyes, and his eyes squinted prettily. The corners of his eyes were as flushed as his lips.
“Is strangling your taste, Princess?”
“No, I don’t have any sadistic tastes like that.”
“Because it’s always like that.”
He had lowered his posture to accommodate me as I sat on the sofa, but he groaned, straightened his back, and smiled lazily.
“Try lying down.”
I slumped down on the sofa, my face utterly dazed and soulless. Suddenly, feeling embarrassed for having done as he was told, I turned my head to the side, only to find his hand cupping my cheek, forcing me to face him.
"It's okay."
He was talking as if to reassure me, but he was climbing on top of me and looking down at me with a fierce gaze.
“I just feel uncomfortable.”
So, lie down comfortably so I can eat you. Ironically, his gentle expression said so. My mind became a jumble of thoughts as my emotions changed.
No, maybe here?
“Is this related to what you asked earlier?”
Noah chuckled as I asked, fanning myself to cool my excited face.
“Does it have to be related?”
“That’s not it...”
“I just did it because I wanted to. Is that okay?”
He insists on sleeping with me every night, but he doesn't engage in physical intimacy often. When we do kiss, it's quite intense, but even in the heated atmosphere, he breathes wildly, never crossing a certain line.
“Good night, Conservative.”
He finishes by saying that and lies down next to me with a stoic attitude as if nothing happened, putting his arm as a pillow.
I'm actually quite progressive when it comes to relationships. But I've held back my impatience and impatience, keeping it a secret. I've reaffirmed my resolve time and time again, as if it were a battle of pride where the loser loses.
I'll never ask him to do more! If I do, he'll come back with a triumphant smile.
'As expected, you're so proactive. How cute.'
Absolutely I...
Suddenly, my ears felt hot, and a thick breath sucked deep into my ear. Something warm and slippery swirled around my earlobe, then gently bit the area around it.
Isn't this crossing the line? As my pent-up breath burst out and I covered my mouth, he grabbed my hand, intertwined our fingers, and pressed them down.
“That’s a bad habit.”
“What is it?”
“Hold on.”
Could it be that he's discovered my impure intentions? Panicking, I looked around, with nowhere to go.
Noah waited for my answer with an intrigued smile. Unlike me, who frantically rolled my eyes, searching for the words I needed, his naturalness was almost deceptive.
I asked hesitantly.
“I’m the one who’s enduring it... No, you’re the one who’s enduring it, right?”
“Did I do that?”
“So... if it’s not something you endured...”
The voice, which had been crawling, finally ended without a conclusion. I don't know what I'm saying. The man with a calm, composed expression pulled his tie loosely and looked away.
Noah ended his brief silence and looked at me again.
“I’ve never held my breath while kissing.”
“That’s right. It was just me.”
At this point, I decided to just admit it. It was true that I was the only one with dirty thoughts. Noah's smooth nose was getting closer, almost touching.
“Other than that, I’ve put up with a lot of things. Aren’t I a good person?”
Asking what he'd endured was a question so obvious it revealed his true feelings, so I simply stroked his round, silver-white hair and answered. The thought that he needed to be a little more greasy and bad in this regard lingered in my mouth.
“You’re kind.”
"Yes."
He leaned back, his face languid, his body drooping, his head resting against my hand. He looked like a cat purring under a stroking hand.
It wasn't heavy, as I wasn't carrying any weight, but I was a little taken aback when I realized what we looked like. He was resting his head on my chest, looking like he was sleeping.
“Your heart feels like it’s beating three times a second.”
The man, whose ear was pressed against my chest, chuckled faintly. I pursed my lips and gently squeezed and released his hair. The pressure on my chest was unsettling.
He straightened his head, propped himself up on one arm, and looked down at me expressionlessly, keeping a slight distance from me. A tapping sound came from my neck, and a cold air touched the bare skin exposed through the gap in my collar.
My thoughts became chaotic as I realized that the buttons on the front of the blouse I was wearing were coming undone one by one.
The sound of breathing becomes shorter.
My eyes were looking upwards, busily moving back and forth across the colorful ceiling paintings, but all my consciousness was focused on his fingertips.
Is this... real?
“Noah?”
He doesn't answer. Three, four, five.
I clenched my fists, at a loss as to what to do with the endless, unstoppable downward movement of his hands. Unaware of the sudden, unforeseen situation, I lowered my eyes, which had been wavering, to look at his face.
The drooping eyelids slowly lifted, and cold eyes met mine straight on.
What's the name of that color? It reminds me of a lake after rain, clouded over with murky water, or the early evening sky. It's a mysterious and beautiful color.
In my drunken, hazy state, I'd forgotten something crucial. If what I'm thinking is true, shouldn't I wash up and come back? I need time to prepare, too. After a bath and ablution, I'll do it with a pious mind.
"For a moment!"
I hastily grabbed his wrist. One hand, deftly unbuttoning my shirt, was stopped by my chest.
He didn't say anything or ask any questions, just withdrew his hand.
"Excuse me..."
I tried to say something, but I couldn't bring myself to say anything, so I just kept my mouth shut. It was because I was feeling unnecessarily embarrassed. Noah, with a lukewarm expression, retightened the buttons he'd unbuttoned, working his way up from the bottom.
“Oh, that’s right. Thank goodness, it was a close call.”
He sighs and answers as if he knows everything, even though he couldn't say anything.
“I promised to protect you, didn’t I? Would you like some pudding?”
He stood up, shaking his head, reached into the bag lying on the table, and took out a pudding.
I awkwardly sat up and took a cherry pudding. No, not pudding, something else...
Looking back, I think I lost my temper just now, which is uncharacteristic of me. It might have been a golden opportunity to break free from this man's unwavering self-control, but he possesses incredible self-control. But I don't dare to jokingly say, "You don't have to protect me! I'll just wash up first!"
I sighed and closed my eyes. Noah placed his hand on my forehead and tilted his head.
“I feel like I’m getting excited.”
“Your hands are hot.”
“That’s true too.”
Noah rubbed his lips and seemed lost in thought.
"Princess."
"Yes?"
I'm already used to being called "Princess." But I can't get used to that beautiful, smiling eye. Every time I see that charming smile, it feels like my heart is being squeezed and bobbing up and down.
“It gets better as time goes by, what should I do?”
What am I supposed to do if you say something like that? My efforts to keep my expression straight were in vain, and I once again made a stupid face.
“Oh, I think so too... Yes.”
“You look cute whenever you make that expression.”
At Noah's words, I quickly closed my mouth, which had been gaping blankly, and he covered his mouth and laughed heartily.
“Usually, it looks like a doll. Like the dolls girls used to play with when they were little.”
This guy seems to be seriously blinded by love. I'm pretty scared of that blindness wearing off. Since he seems to like this concept, I'll just keep it going.
“I turned its neck and made all the girls cry.”
Are you saying you're going to turn my neck too? That guy is clearly not in his right mind.
***
I finally returned to the Chevant mansion. Daniel, to my great relief, didn't cry as I left.
Instead, he smiled and handed me a drawing and a letter. Noah openly criticized me, saying he should change his art teacher. "That's me. I taught him," I said. "I couldn't bring myself to say it."
Molly, dressed in simple black, still looked at us expressionlessly and offered us the usual welcoming remarks.
“Did you have a good trip? The mansion feels lonely without you two.”
“Molly, it’s been a while.”
“Yes, Miss.”
A faint smile played on her lips. The maid, Lenny, was carrying my luggage, babbling like a baby bird, her excitement piqued.
“Miss, miss. I’ve ironed all the clothes, cleaned everything thoroughly, and replaced the bedding with new ones.”
“Thank you, Lenny.”
“Hey, please speak comfortably and treat me comfortably.”
“No. I’m comfortable with this.”
I tend to be polite to everyone, but I don't think it's necessary to be so to those I don't like or who are rude to me. It's a little unfair that I can't speak informally to this unconventional Princess.
I entered my room, changed, and stretched out on the soft bed, which had been laid out with fresh bedding. "Home is the best," I thought. He wrapped his arms around my waist as I tried to become one with the bed, lifting me up and giving me a gentle smile.
"Diana. I have business to attend to in the duchy for a week."
“Really? Have a nice trip.”
Noah looked a little disappointed as he watched me answer nonchalantly.
“You can’t see me, so you don’t mind?”
“It’s painful to think about what I won’t be able to see.”
I gave a perfunctory answer and pondered the reason Noah had given as we returned to the Chevant mansion.
“So you said we should come back home? Are you afraid the Princess will tease me?”
Noah grabbed my shoulder and brought our faces closer.
“No, because of the Duke of Hessen.”
“Suddenly?”
What did that guy do to make that face? He didn't do anything.
“The way he looked at you was so unpleasant. It made me think about killing him.”
He has a genuinely murderous expression on his face.
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