Side Story 5. I'll tell you
Erna opened her eyes to a bright light. It was still an unrealistically clear and cozy morning.
You're still dreaming.
Erna, sensing the warmth of his body wrapping around her back, smiled languidly and closed her eyes. It was probably time to get up, but her entire body was so tired that she didn't want to move a finger. The official reason the Grand Duke and his wife had abruptly left the party last night was the Grand Duchess's headache, so she figured she could feign illness for a day or so. But that wouldn't work on Lisa, though.
Erna.
Bjorn's voice calling her name in her dream was as sweet as candy melting on her tongue. So was his touch, his body heat, his breath brushing her cheek and the back of her neck.
Perhaps that's why the sensations of the dream were becoming increasingly vivid and encroaching on her consciousness, Erna thought with a soft sigh. It was so vivid, it felt so real. That's why the rapid breathing and the burning sensation...
“Erna.”
Bjorn's voice, filled with laughter, tickled her ears.
No way.
Erna blinked, her eyes still dazed with disbelief. Her vision cleared, and the bedroom was slowly swaying. It was a far too sunny day for waves capable of rocking such a massive ship. Erna, reaching the inescapable conclusion that it was she who was swaying, gasped in shock.
“I guess you’re still sleeping.”
Bjorn's low laugh was transmitted along with his hot, humid breath.
Erna closed her eyes tightly, unable to respond. She knew she'd already been caught, but it was hard to tell what kind of face she should give him.
Bjorn had never been a gentleman in bed, and Erna was used to such husbands by now, but she had never imagined anything like this. The fact that there were still surprises left in bed was enough to make her dizzy.
"Ah..."
As the large hand clutching her breasts gained strength, Erna let out a reflexive moan. Even at that moment, Bjorn slowly moved his hips, licking and nibbling Erna's earlobe.
“Sleep a little more.”
Unable to bear it any longer, she turned her head and saw Bjorn smiling like a benevolent god. Erna gazed at his face—brazen, elegant, and, above all, beautiful—for a long moment.
Is this what love is?
A sigh of confusion and self-mockery flowed out along with a groan of pain.
She always thought love was something more romantic. Something sublime and noble, like a line from a beautiful poem. But somehow, it always ended up like this. What made Erna even more embarrassed was that she didn't dislike moments like this.
Actually, it was really good.
It was so embarrassing, but even though Bjorn was like last night, burdensome and difficult, she still felt good for some reason. Erna loved those gestures, the way they touched and desired each other without hesitation, the way they seemed to give everything to each other. Of course, the best part was Bjorn, her husband, the only person she could share these moments with, but she decided to keep those feelings well-hidden for the time being.
“Lisa will be here soon!”
Erna's eyes suddenly widened as she gasped for breath.
Since boarding, she's been taking a walk around the deck with Lisa every morning. It was almost time, so Lisa would be coming over soon.
"So?"
Bjorn responded nonchalantly and kissed Erna's neck, where her pulse was pounding.
“Surely your maid wouldn’t just open the bedroom door and barge in?”
"But..."
“Then just cut her, yes?”
Bjorn, who had been slowly retreating, violently thrust his hips forward. Erna let out a small scream, and he giggled like a child who had just succeeded in a naughty prank.
Erna, who had been glancing anxiously at the bedroom door, lifted the hand that had been twisting the sheets and covered her lips. Lisa would never enter the room without permission, but this embarrassing sound could easily escape. The mere thought of it made her suffocate, but Bjorn, with a nonchalant expression, pulled Erna's hand away.
“Why on earth are you doing this?”
Erna's embarrassed cheeks were now a full rosy color.
Bjorn, who had been quietly looking down at her face, smiled softly and took Erna's hand. Only when the hand he had drawn reached her chest did Erna realize the meaning of this incomprehensible gesture.
“Why are you doing this?”
Bjorn, grinning, pressed down on Erna's hand. Erna, gripping her sensitive breast with her own, flinched in shock. She struggled, trying to pry his hand away, but was no match for Bjorn's grip.
“I’ll let you know.”
Whispering as if doing her a favor, Bjorn began to stroke Erna's breasts with his hands. He stroked them slowly, then squeezed them tightly, and she felt the area beneath her, where he held her, begin to swell. The tips of her swaying breasts also turned an even more beautiful shade of pink.
Bjorn, who was looking at his wife with narrowed eyes, slowly guided Erna's trembling hand down. It passed her slender waist, circled below her navel, and then a little further down. Erna now shook her head, almost sobbing, but he paid her no mind.
"Don't do this, Bjorn. This is too absurd. Please, ah...!"
As soon as her hand reached between her legs, Erna twisted her waist and let out a sharp scream.
Bjorn, who had briefly suppressed his lingering desire and bitten his body, moved her hand even more persistently. He stimulated her with slow, concentric circles, and Erna's moans became more like sobs. Bjorn, who was leading his wife, was no longer breathing leisurely.
“How does it feel when you touch it? You’ll go crazy too, right?”
Bjorn let out a self-deprecating chuckle as he bit Erna's ear, which had turned bright red. Erna, panting and unable to even utter a single word, simply muttered the words over and over again, burying her face in the sheets.
Bjorn, who had decided to grant her earnest request, let go of Erna and sat up. The clear sunlight shone down on Erna's wet body, which lay prone on the bed, panting.
Quietly, harmlessly, and beautifully. A woman who brings him joy without interfering with his life.
When he remembered why he'd chosen this marriage in the first place, his inability to tolerate even a single step seemed even more ridiculous. He knew, of course, that Erna's intention to live her life without relying too heavily on others was wise. But that fact only irritated Bjorn even more.
Bjorn slowly opened his eyes, still breathing heavily. He lifted Erna's waist and held her tightly. He thrust into her in one swift motion, and Erna trembled, tightening her hold.
Bjorn began to thrust greedily. Every time her wet, slick joints slid open, Erna's small body trembled, and she sobbed. The more she found satisfaction, the more her thirsty desire intensified.
“Bjorn! Ah!”
Erna screamed sharply and threw herself as she pulled her arm back and held it to raise her body, which was constantly collapsing.
"It's okay."
Bjorn, who had been whispering sweet lies, began to dig more persistently and ferociously. A cheerful knock was heard just as Erna, who had been swaying and crying beautifully while tied up, finally collapsed limply.
“Your Highness, are you awake? Your Highness?”
Erna's red, wet eyes widened at the maid's call.
Why didn't she cut it sooner?
Bjorn turned Erna over and laid her down, feeling belated regret.
No way!
Erna, facing him as he climbed back onto her body, pleaded with desperate eyes. Her face looked as if she might burst into tears if he continued, but since that was beautiful in its own way, Bjorn didn't give it much thought.
“Your Highness?”
While the oblivious maid was once again searching for her master, Bjorn dove back into the trembling Erna. Slowly, soothingly, he swallowed her small, pursed lips. Erna's suppressed sighs and moans crumbled on her lips.
The creaking sound of the bed quietly seeped into the quiet cabin bathed in spring sunlight.
The gatekeeper of hell, who had been calling Erna a few more times, was fortunately led away by another maid who seemed a little more perceptive. As the sound of her footsteps faded, Bjorn finally released Erna's lips.
“Oh my god, Bjorn! Are you crazy?”
The first words Erna uttered with a frown were sharp, not fitting for the rather sweet kiss.
Bjorn continued his slow, idly circling movements. Erna, who had been staring at him with amazement, soon burst into laughter.
“Bjorn.”
Erna, who had been quietly watching him, cautiously called his name. Bjorn looked at his wife with languid eyes.
"...Hurry."
"Huh?"
“It’s okay if it’s a little faster.”
Bjorn's eyes widened at the whisper that came with the sound of heavy breathing.
“I understand.”
Erna, who had added this as if she were being generous, averted her gaze, looking shy again. Her attitude, so uncharacteristic of a woman who had always babbled such cute words, left Bjorn even more bewildered.
“I guess my wife has gone crazy?”
Bjorn, who had been staring blankly at his wife, let out a laugh, a new one tinged with heat. Erna, though pretending not to notice, swayed slightly in time with his movements. Even the hand that gripped his shoulder, pulling it, hinted at a clumsy impatience.
Bjorn took a deep breath and embraced the fawn he longed for. As ordered, he began to move quickly and greedily, and Erna clung to him, trembling. A somewhat comical thought briefly crossed his mind: perhaps it was she who needed a balance, but it didn't last long.
The morning after another employment crisis for Lisa Brill was resolved, the ship carrying Letzen's delegation entered the waters of Lorca.
Erna opened her eyes to a bright light. It was still an unrealistically clear and cozy morning.
You're still dreaming.
Erna, sensing the warmth of his body wrapping around her back, smiled languidly and closed her eyes. It was probably time to get up, but her entire body was so tired that she didn't want to move a finger. The official reason the Grand Duke and his wife had abruptly left the party last night was the Grand Duchess's headache, so she figured she could feign illness for a day or so. But that wouldn't work on Lisa, though.
Erna.
Bjorn's voice calling her name in her dream was as sweet as candy melting on her tongue. So was his touch, his body heat, his breath brushing her cheek and the back of her neck.
Perhaps that's why the sensations of the dream were becoming increasingly vivid and encroaching on her consciousness, Erna thought with a soft sigh. It was so vivid, it felt so real. That's why the rapid breathing and the burning sensation...
“Erna.”
Bjorn's voice, filled with laughter, tickled her ears.
No way.
Erna blinked, her eyes still dazed with disbelief. Her vision cleared, and the bedroom was slowly swaying. It was a far too sunny day for waves capable of rocking such a massive ship. Erna, reaching the inescapable conclusion that it was she who was swaying, gasped in shock.
“I guess you’re still sleeping.”
Bjorn's low laugh was transmitted along with his hot, humid breath.
Erna closed her eyes tightly, unable to respond. She knew she'd already been caught, but it was hard to tell what kind of face she should give him.
Bjorn had never been a gentleman in bed, and Erna was used to such husbands by now, but she had never imagined anything like this. The fact that there were still surprises left in bed was enough to make her dizzy.
"Ah..."
As the large hand clutching her breasts gained strength, Erna let out a reflexive moan. Even at that moment, Bjorn slowly moved his hips, licking and nibbling Erna's earlobe.
“Sleep a little more.”
Unable to bear it any longer, she turned her head and saw Bjorn smiling like a benevolent god. Erna gazed at his face—brazen, elegant, and, above all, beautiful—for a long moment.
Is this what love is?
A sigh of confusion and self-mockery flowed out along with a groan of pain.
She always thought love was something more romantic. Something sublime and noble, like a line from a beautiful poem. But somehow, it always ended up like this. What made Erna even more embarrassed was that she didn't dislike moments like this.
Actually, it was really good.
It was so embarrassing, but even though Bjorn was like last night, burdensome and difficult, she still felt good for some reason. Erna loved those gestures, the way they touched and desired each other without hesitation, the way they seemed to give everything to each other. Of course, the best part was Bjorn, her husband, the only person she could share these moments with, but she decided to keep those feelings well-hidden for the time being.
“Lisa will be here soon!”
Erna's eyes suddenly widened as she gasped for breath.
Since boarding, she's been taking a walk around the deck with Lisa every morning. It was almost time, so Lisa would be coming over soon.
"So?"
Bjorn responded nonchalantly and kissed Erna's neck, where her pulse was pounding.
“Surely your maid wouldn’t just open the bedroom door and barge in?”
"But..."
“Then just cut her, yes?”
Bjorn, who had been slowly retreating, violently thrust his hips forward. Erna let out a small scream, and he giggled like a child who had just succeeded in a naughty prank.
Erna, who had been glancing anxiously at the bedroom door, lifted the hand that had been twisting the sheets and covered her lips. Lisa would never enter the room without permission, but this embarrassing sound could easily escape. The mere thought of it made her suffocate, but Bjorn, with a nonchalant expression, pulled Erna's hand away.
“Why on earth are you doing this?”
Erna's embarrassed cheeks were now a full rosy color.
Bjorn, who had been quietly looking down at her face, smiled softly and took Erna's hand. Only when the hand he had drawn reached her chest did Erna realize the meaning of this incomprehensible gesture.
“Why are you doing this?”
Bjorn, grinning, pressed down on Erna's hand. Erna, gripping her sensitive breast with her own, flinched in shock. She struggled, trying to pry his hand away, but was no match for Bjorn's grip.
“I’ll let you know.”
Whispering as if doing her a favor, Bjorn began to stroke Erna's breasts with his hands. He stroked them slowly, then squeezed them tightly, and she felt the area beneath her, where he held her, begin to swell. The tips of her swaying breasts also turned an even more beautiful shade of pink.
Bjorn, who was looking at his wife with narrowed eyes, slowly guided Erna's trembling hand down. It passed her slender waist, circled below her navel, and then a little further down. Erna now shook her head, almost sobbing, but he paid her no mind.
"Don't do this, Bjorn. This is too absurd. Please, ah...!"
As soon as her hand reached between her legs, Erna twisted her waist and let out a sharp scream.
Bjorn, who had briefly suppressed his lingering desire and bitten his body, moved her hand even more persistently. He stimulated her with slow, concentric circles, and Erna's moans became more like sobs. Bjorn, who was leading his wife, was no longer breathing leisurely.
“How does it feel when you touch it? You’ll go crazy too, right?”
Bjorn let out a self-deprecating chuckle as he bit Erna's ear, which had turned bright red. Erna, panting and unable to even utter a single word, simply muttered the words over and over again, burying her face in the sheets.
Bjorn, who had decided to grant her earnest request, let go of Erna and sat up. The clear sunlight shone down on Erna's wet body, which lay prone on the bed, panting.
Quietly, harmlessly, and beautifully. A woman who brings him joy without interfering with his life.
When he remembered why he'd chosen this marriage in the first place, his inability to tolerate even a single step seemed even more ridiculous. He knew, of course, that Erna's intention to live her life without relying too heavily on others was wise. But that fact only irritated Bjorn even more.
Bjorn slowly opened his eyes, still breathing heavily. He lifted Erna's waist and held her tightly. He thrust into her in one swift motion, and Erna trembled, tightening her hold.
Bjorn began to thrust greedily. Every time her wet, slick joints slid open, Erna's small body trembled, and she sobbed. The more she found satisfaction, the more her thirsty desire intensified.
“Bjorn! Ah!”
Erna screamed sharply and threw herself as she pulled her arm back and held it to raise her body, which was constantly collapsing.
"It's okay."
Bjorn, who had been whispering sweet lies, began to dig more persistently and ferociously. A cheerful knock was heard just as Erna, who had been swaying and crying beautifully while tied up, finally collapsed limply.
“Your Highness, are you awake? Your Highness?”
Erna's red, wet eyes widened at the maid's call.
Why didn't she cut it sooner?
Bjorn turned Erna over and laid her down, feeling belated regret.
No way!
Erna, facing him as he climbed back onto her body, pleaded with desperate eyes. Her face looked as if she might burst into tears if he continued, but since that was beautiful in its own way, Bjorn didn't give it much thought.
“Your Highness?”
While the oblivious maid was once again searching for her master, Bjorn dove back into the trembling Erna. Slowly, soothingly, he swallowed her small, pursed lips. Erna's suppressed sighs and moans crumbled on her lips.
The creaking sound of the bed quietly seeped into the quiet cabin bathed in spring sunlight.
The gatekeeper of hell, who had been calling Erna a few more times, was fortunately led away by another maid who seemed a little more perceptive. As the sound of her footsteps faded, Bjorn finally released Erna's lips.
“Oh my god, Bjorn! Are you crazy?”
The first words Erna uttered with a frown were sharp, not fitting for the rather sweet kiss.
Bjorn continued his slow, idly circling movements. Erna, who had been staring at him with amazement, soon burst into laughter.
“Bjorn.”
Erna, who had been quietly watching him, cautiously called his name. Bjorn looked at his wife with languid eyes.
"...Hurry."
"Huh?"
“It’s okay if it’s a little faster.”
Bjorn's eyes widened at the whisper that came with the sound of heavy breathing.
“I understand.”
Erna, who had added this as if she were being generous, averted her gaze, looking shy again. Her attitude, so uncharacteristic of a woman who had always babbled such cute words, left Bjorn even more bewildered.
“I guess my wife has gone crazy?”
Bjorn, who had been staring blankly at his wife, let out a laugh, a new one tinged with heat. Erna, though pretending not to notice, swayed slightly in time with his movements. Even the hand that gripped his shoulder, pulling it, hinted at a clumsy impatience.
Bjorn took a deep breath and embraced the fawn he longed for. As ordered, he began to move quickly and greedily, and Erna clung to him, trembling. A somewhat comical thought briefly crossed his mind: perhaps it was she who needed a balance, but it didn't last long.
The morning after another employment crisis for Lisa Brill was resolved, the ship carrying Letzen's delegation entered the waters of Lorca.
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