Episode 101. Uncontrollable Desire
Am I dreaming?
It kept feeling unreal.
Lying in bed with the Grand Duke like this.
Rose lay sideways, looking at the Grand Duke next to her.
His gaze, which had once felt frightening, now felt infinitely affectionate; perhaps it wasn't an illusion.
The Grand Duke met Rose's eyes and reached out.
He traced her arm with his fingertips, tickling her soft skin. His large hand soon met Rose's.
His rigid hand slipped between her fingers. The Grand Duke gently lifted the hand he was holding and brought it to his lips.
Feeling the moistness on the back of her hand, Rose blushed shyly.
'No... What kind of kiss is this, erotic?'
Even though they had only touched lips, Rose's mouth went dry.
His hazy, relaxed eyes stared at Rose, captivating. He played with Rose's hand and whispered softly.
"Shall we do it again?"
The Grand Duke's voice, tirelessly yearning for affection, was heard. For a moment, Rose felt the hairs on her body stand on end.
"...One more time?"
She seemed to have loved him enough, but this man didn't seem to tire. Rose averted her gaze and rolled her eyes.
It was too much. She was reaching her physical limit.
She hadn't eaten anything all day, so she was bound to feel exhausted.
"I'm hungry. Would you like something to eat?"
Rose belatedly declined the Grand Duke. Only then did Rose's words strike the Grand Duke.
"Oh, you haven't eaten anything."
A strange sense of guilt filled him. The Grand Duke gave Rose a light kiss on the cheek and stood up.
"I told you to prepare a meal."
He said, putting on the clothes that had been strewn about.
Rose lifted her upper body, still wrapped in the blanket. Despite her passionate relationship with the Grand Duke, she felt embarrassed to show off her inner beauty.
"Why is the dress so far away?"
Rose's clothes were scattered everywhere, as if to testify to the intensity of their relationship.
She glanced around, then reached out to the clothes on the floor.
Her short stature and short arms made it impossible to reach them while sitting on the bed.
The Grand Duke, fully clothed, couldn't help but laugh at the sight of Rose struggling alone on the bed.
"So cute."
She could have just asked for it, but she was struggling to reach it.
It was obvious that Rose's arms weren't even close enough.
The Grand Duke suppressed a laugh and picked up the clothes on the floor. He even grabbed the dress and offered it to Rose.
"Should I help you put it on?"
"No! It's okay. I can put it on myself."
Embarrassed, Rose flatly rejected the Grand Duke's words and snatched the clothes from him. The Grand Duke didn't take his eyes off Rose.
Clutching the clothes tightly, Rose spoke to him.
"I need to put those clothes on..."
"Yes. Put them on."
The Grand Duke asked Rose as if asking what was wrong. Rose blinked, her eyes flustered.
"... I can only put them on if the Grand Duke turns around or something?"
Was she really acting like this because she didn't know?
Rose stared at the Grand Duke in silence, and only then did the Grand Duke open his mouth as if understanding had finally dawned on him.
"I'll call the maids."
It would be impossible for him to put on the dress alone.
He immediately walked towards the table to call the maid. He then picked up the bell on the table.
Rose, pale with fear, called out to the Grand Duke.
"Wait a minute!"
The Grand Duke hesitated at the urgent tone in her voice.
"I'll put it on myself."
"Alone?"
Rose hastily nodded at the Grand Duke's question.
She was embarrassed to show this to the maids. After all, they weren't married yet.
The Grand Duke quietly put down the bell at Rose's words.
"Yes. Do as you wish."
"Then would you turn around for a moment? I'm a little... embarrassed."
Why did Rose, hugging the blanket as if embarrassed, look so adorable? He almost wanted to dress her up himself.
The Grand Duke slowly turned around with a faint smile.
Rose, seeing the Grand Duke with his back turned to her, quickly began to dress. She did it very quickly, just in case he turned around.
Even though she was wearing a dress, she couldn't tighten the corset on her back by herself. Rose struggled for a while before softly calling to the Grand Duke.
"Grand Duke, could you help me with this?"
The Grand Duke turned and walked toward Rose.
"Please tighten the straps on my back a little."
Rose brushed her long hair to one side. Her pale back was clearly visible.
"You're so skinny."
Her bony shoulder blades stood out.
"You'll have to eat a lot from now on."
He tightened the corset and grabbed Rose's shoulder to turn her around. For a moment, Rose lost her balance and stumbled.
In fact, it was harder than usual to keep her balance, her legs shaking so much. As Rose staggered weakly, the Grand Duke lifted her up.
"This won't work. I'll carry you to your room."
Rose's eyes widened as she looked at the Grand Duke.
"I'm fine."
Doana’s face instantly contorted as she faced the cat.
“Hey!!! What if you chew this?! Do you know how much this costs?”
The only luxury bag she owned was rolling around on the floor, torn in places.
Doana, already feeling gloomy, threw the cat in her arms and ran towards the bag.
Fortunately, the bag wasn’t seriously damaged. However, when she saw the teeth marks on the bag that had been meticulously cleaned, Doana lost her senses for a moment.
“You... This is no good. I told you you were pretty, and you crawled up on me without even realizing it?”
Doana’s expression had gone cold, and it was eerily creepy.
- Meow.
The cat’s cry, like a baby’s cry, echoed pitifully.
Am I dreaming?
It kept feeling unreal.
Lying in bed with the Grand Duke like this.
Rose lay sideways, looking at the Grand Duke next to her.
His gaze, which had once felt frightening, now felt infinitely affectionate; perhaps it wasn't an illusion.
The Grand Duke met Rose's eyes and reached out.
He traced her arm with his fingertips, tickling her soft skin. His large hand soon met Rose's.
His rigid hand slipped between her fingers. The Grand Duke gently lifted the hand he was holding and brought it to his lips.
Feeling the moistness on the back of her hand, Rose blushed shyly.
'No... What kind of kiss is this, erotic?'
Even though they had only touched lips, Rose's mouth went dry.
His hazy, relaxed eyes stared at Rose, captivating. He played with Rose's hand and whispered softly.
"Shall we do it again?"
The Grand Duke's voice, tirelessly yearning for affection, was heard. For a moment, Rose felt the hairs on her body stand on end.
"...One more time?"
She seemed to have loved him enough, but this man didn't seem to tire. Rose averted her gaze and rolled her eyes.
It was too much. She was reaching her physical limit.
She hadn't eaten anything all day, so she was bound to feel exhausted.
"I'm hungry. Would you like something to eat?"
Rose belatedly declined the Grand Duke. Only then did Rose's words strike the Grand Duke.
"Oh, you haven't eaten anything."
A strange sense of guilt filled him. The Grand Duke gave Rose a light kiss on the cheek and stood up.
"I told you to prepare a meal."
He said, putting on the clothes that had been strewn about.
Rose lifted her upper body, still wrapped in the blanket. Despite her passionate relationship with the Grand Duke, she felt embarrassed to show off her inner beauty.
"Why is the dress so far away?"
Rose's clothes were scattered everywhere, as if to testify to the intensity of their relationship.
She glanced around, then reached out to the clothes on the floor.
Her short stature and short arms made it impossible to reach them while sitting on the bed.
The Grand Duke, fully clothed, couldn't help but laugh at the sight of Rose struggling alone on the bed.
"So cute."
She could have just asked for it, but she was struggling to reach it.
It was obvious that Rose's arms weren't even close enough.
The Grand Duke suppressed a laugh and picked up the clothes on the floor. He even grabbed the dress and offered it to Rose.
"Should I help you put it on?"
"No! It's okay. I can put it on myself."
Embarrassed, Rose flatly rejected the Grand Duke's words and snatched the clothes from him. The Grand Duke didn't take his eyes off Rose.
Clutching the clothes tightly, Rose spoke to him.
"I need to put those clothes on..."
"Yes. Put them on."
The Grand Duke asked Rose as if asking what was wrong. Rose blinked, her eyes flustered.
"... I can only put them on if the Grand Duke turns around or something?"
Was she really acting like this because she didn't know?
Rose stared at the Grand Duke in silence, and only then did the Grand Duke open his mouth as if understanding had finally dawned on him.
"I'll call the maids."
It would be impossible for him to put on the dress alone.
He immediately walked towards the table to call the maid. He then picked up the bell on the table.
Rose, pale with fear, called out to the Grand Duke.
"Wait a minute!"
The Grand Duke hesitated at the urgent tone in her voice.
"I'll put it on myself."
"Alone?"
Rose hastily nodded at the Grand Duke's question.
She was embarrassed to show this to the maids. After all, they weren't married yet.
The Grand Duke quietly put down the bell at Rose's words.
"Yes. Do as you wish."
"Then would you turn around for a moment? I'm a little... embarrassed."
Why did Rose, hugging the blanket as if embarrassed, look so adorable? He almost wanted to dress her up himself.
The Grand Duke slowly turned around with a faint smile.
Rose, seeing the Grand Duke with his back turned to her, quickly began to dress. She did it very quickly, just in case he turned around.
Even though she was wearing a dress, she couldn't tighten the corset on her back by herself. Rose struggled for a while before softly calling to the Grand Duke.
"Grand Duke, could you help me with this?"
The Grand Duke turned and walked toward Rose.
"Please tighten the straps on my back a little."
Rose brushed her long hair to one side. Her pale back was clearly visible.
"You're so skinny."
Her bony shoulder blades stood out.
"You'll have to eat a lot from now on."
He tightened the corset and grabbed Rose's shoulder to turn her around. For a moment, Rose lost her balance and stumbled.
In fact, it was harder than usual to keep her balance, her legs shaking so much. As Rose staggered weakly, the Grand Duke lifted her up.
"This won't work. I'll carry you to your room."
Rose's eyes widened as she looked at the Grand Duke.
"I'm fine."
"You don't even look like you have the strength to walk."
I'm really fine...!
Of course, her legs were weak, but that didn't mean she couldn't walk.
If it were just the two of them, it wouldn't have mattered, but there were many eyes in the mansion.
Rose wanted to walk on her own. She didn't want to show off her relationship with the Grand Duke.
Seeing Rose's stubborn refusal, the Grand Duke had no choice but to let her down.
"Then I'll help you to your room."
"I can go alone."
"No. I want to take you."
Rose didn't want to send her away alone. She didn't want the false rumors surrounding her to reach Rose.
Rose felt burdened by the Grand Duke, but she didn't refuse.
She knew her refusal wouldn't go anywhere. She naturally linked arms with the Grand Duke. As soon as the Grand Duke's door, which had been firmly closed, opened, all the servants nearby turned to Rose and the Grand Duke.
Seeing the affectionate appearance of the Grand Duke and Rose, they immediately grasped the situation: Rose would soon become the mistress of this mansion.
The Grand Duke, uncomfortable with the servants' gazes, glared at them with a sharp gaze. Realizing their mistake, they quickly averted their gaze.
"Shall I send the meal to your room?"
"No. Let's eat together. I'll wash up and get ready, then head to the dining room."
The Grand Duke suddenly smiled playfully. Then, as if whispering in Rose's ear,
"I'd like to wash up with you."
Rose's face instantly flushed red at the Grand Duke's blunt words.
"...How can you say such a thing so casually?"
Rose opened her mouth in embarrassment and lowered her head.
However, she didn't dislike his suggestion. Rose nodded, embarrassed.
For some reason, she felt like a colt let loose.
The desire sealed within her was uncontrollably paralyzing her reason.
The quiet sound of water lapping could be heard.
The red petals filling the bathtub were splendidly abundant. The floral fragrance was so strong it stung her nose.
Then, a slender, snow-white finger flicked as if testing the water temperature.
Was the water hotter than she'd expected? The woman, startled, pulled her finger away.
Instead of getting into the bathtub, she shouted at the maids standing behind her.
"Hey! I told you to adjust the water temperature to the right temperature!"
The voice was so shrill it was almost unpleasant to hear.
"I set it to 39 degrees like you said..."
"Ha, you like 39 degrees. Does 39 degrees feel like that to you? You wish I'd get scalded by the hot water and miscarry, right?!"
"Whoa!"
Doana grabbed the hair of the maid who had come in to help her bathe. Then she shook her head violently.
"You're underestimating me! It's Doana! Doana, the Count's favorite! What on earth do you think you are to ignore me?!"
Doana shouted, as if venting her anger on the innocent maid.
Still, her anger hadn't subsided, so she filled a basket next to the bathtub with water and splashed it on the maid's face.
"Ugh!"
The maid was soaked without even being able to resist the sudden splash of water.
Doana grumbled and spread her arms.
She was told to take off her gown. Without lifting a finger, she left everything to the maid.
The maid hurriedly wiped the moisture from her face. She knew she would get scolded again if she delayed.
She took off Doana's gown. Doana proudly held her face up high and dipped her toes into the bathtub.
The maid, who had been quietly serving her, was suddenly yelled at again.
“Ugh, what the hell is that smell?”
Doana, who had entered the bathtub, covered her nose against the strong stench. The scent was so strong that it made her sick.
It was the scent of flower petals scattered on the bathtub.
“Who would put flowers like this in there?”
Doana glared at the maid with a stern look.
“You knew I was pregnant, and yet you put leaves out that give off such a foul smell?”
“You asked for it yourself, Lady Doana.”
The maid blinked, her eyes aggrieved.
“Am I crazy? When did I ever do this?”
“You left me a note, so I just went and got it for you early in the morning...”
As the maid trailed off, Doana’s mind drifted to Tercia.
But it couldn’t have been Tercia. Tercia had returned to her mansion two days ago.
If not Tercia, there was only one person left.
‘Beliana!’
Eric’s new wife, Beliana.
Doana covered her mouth and rose from her seat.
“Ugh!”
She’d already been suffering from severe morning sickness lately, and because of it, she had to throw up all the food she’d barely had.
Fury welled up in her.
Believing in her background, she was being tormented like this.
“You... You messed with the wrong person.”
Doana clutched her bitter stomach, her eyes flashing.
She wanted to retaliate immediately, but she had no strength left.
After roughly washing herself with running water, Doana returned to her room.
Her head was spinning, and her stomach was queasy, and she wanted to lie down.
How should she deal with Beliana? Doana scratched and bit her nails.
“Meow!”
Just then, the white cat Doana had picked up approached her playfully.
Perhaps trying to console her depressed mood. The pure white cat nuzzled its soft fur and snuggled into her arms.
Filled with rage, Doana turned her head, hoping to be comforted by the cat.
“They say there’s nothing like an animal when times are tough. That’s not wrong...”
Of course, her legs were weak, but that didn't mean she couldn't walk.
If it were just the two of them, it wouldn't have mattered, but there were many eyes in the mansion.
Rose wanted to walk on her own. She didn't want to show off her relationship with the Grand Duke.
Seeing Rose's stubborn refusal, the Grand Duke had no choice but to let her down.
"Then I'll help you to your room."
"I can go alone."
"No. I want to take you."
Rose didn't want to send her away alone. She didn't want the false rumors surrounding her to reach Rose.
Rose felt burdened by the Grand Duke, but she didn't refuse.
She knew her refusal wouldn't go anywhere. She naturally linked arms with the Grand Duke. As soon as the Grand Duke's door, which had been firmly closed, opened, all the servants nearby turned to Rose and the Grand Duke.
Seeing the affectionate appearance of the Grand Duke and Rose, they immediately grasped the situation: Rose would soon become the mistress of this mansion.
The Grand Duke, uncomfortable with the servants' gazes, glared at them with a sharp gaze. Realizing their mistake, they quickly averted their gaze.
"Shall I send the meal to your room?"
"No. Let's eat together. I'll wash up and get ready, then head to the dining room."
The Grand Duke suddenly smiled playfully. Then, as if whispering in Rose's ear,
"I'd like to wash up with you."
Rose's face instantly flushed red at the Grand Duke's blunt words.
"...How can you say such a thing so casually?"
Rose opened her mouth in embarrassment and lowered her head.
However, she didn't dislike his suggestion. Rose nodded, embarrassed.
For some reason, she felt like a colt let loose.
The desire sealed within her was uncontrollably paralyzing her reason.
***
The quiet sound of water lapping could be heard.
The red petals filling the bathtub were splendidly abundant. The floral fragrance was so strong it stung her nose.
Then, a slender, snow-white finger flicked as if testing the water temperature.
Was the water hotter than she'd expected? The woman, startled, pulled her finger away.
Instead of getting into the bathtub, she shouted at the maids standing behind her.
"Hey! I told you to adjust the water temperature to the right temperature!"
The voice was so shrill it was almost unpleasant to hear.
"I set it to 39 degrees like you said..."
"Ha, you like 39 degrees. Does 39 degrees feel like that to you? You wish I'd get scalded by the hot water and miscarry, right?!"
"Whoa!"
Doana grabbed the hair of the maid who had come in to help her bathe. Then she shook her head violently.
"You're underestimating me! It's Doana! Doana, the Count's favorite! What on earth do you think you are to ignore me?!"
Doana shouted, as if venting her anger on the innocent maid.
Still, her anger hadn't subsided, so she filled a basket next to the bathtub with water and splashed it on the maid's face.
"Ugh!"
The maid was soaked without even being able to resist the sudden splash of water.
Doana grumbled and spread her arms.
She was told to take off her gown. Without lifting a finger, she left everything to the maid.
The maid hurriedly wiped the moisture from her face. She knew she would get scolded again if she delayed.
She took off Doana's gown. Doana proudly held her face up high and dipped her toes into the bathtub.
The maid, who had been quietly serving her, was suddenly yelled at again.
“Ugh, what the hell is that smell?”
Doana, who had entered the bathtub, covered her nose against the strong stench. The scent was so strong that it made her sick.
It was the scent of flower petals scattered on the bathtub.
“Who would put flowers like this in there?”
Doana glared at the maid with a stern look.
“You knew I was pregnant, and yet you put leaves out that give off such a foul smell?”
“You asked for it yourself, Lady Doana.”
The maid blinked, her eyes aggrieved.
“Am I crazy? When did I ever do this?”
“You left me a note, so I just went and got it for you early in the morning...”
As the maid trailed off, Doana’s mind drifted to Tercia.
But it couldn’t have been Tercia. Tercia had returned to her mansion two days ago.
If not Tercia, there was only one person left.
‘Beliana!’
Eric’s new wife, Beliana.
Doana covered her mouth and rose from her seat.
“Ugh!”
She’d already been suffering from severe morning sickness lately, and because of it, she had to throw up all the food she’d barely had.
Fury welled up in her.
Believing in her background, she was being tormented like this.
“You... You messed with the wrong person.”
Doana clutched her bitter stomach, her eyes flashing.
She wanted to retaliate immediately, but she had no strength left.
After roughly washing herself with running water, Doana returned to her room.
Her head was spinning, and her stomach was queasy, and she wanted to lie down.
How should she deal with Beliana? Doana scratched and bit her nails.
“Meow!”
Just then, the white cat Doana had picked up approached her playfully.
Perhaps trying to console her depressed mood. The pure white cat nuzzled its soft fur and snuggled into her arms.
Filled with rage, Doana turned her head, hoping to be comforted by the cat.
“They say there’s nothing like an animal when times are tough. That’s not wrong...”
Doana’s face instantly contorted as she faced the cat.
“Hey!!! What if you chew this?! Do you know how much this costs?”
The only luxury bag she owned was rolling around on the floor, torn in places.
Doana, already feeling gloomy, threw the cat in her arms and ran towards the bag.
Fortunately, the bag wasn’t seriously damaged. However, when she saw the teeth marks on the bag that had been meticulously cleaned, Doana lost her senses for a moment.
“You... This is no good. I told you you were pretty, and you crawled up on me without even realizing it?”
Doana’s expression had gone cold, and it was eerily creepy.
- Meow.
The cat’s cry, like a baby’s cry, echoed pitifully.
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