Unlike the room, bathed in afternoon sunlight, the castle's hallway was pitch-black. The man standing tall before the door seemed lost in the darkness of the hallway.
Her heart pounded for no reason. A cold sweat ran down her spine, like a child caught doing something bad.
But she wasn't the one to show it.
“Come in.”
Elise smiled and took a step aside.
As he entered the room, he put his hand on her waist and kissed her cheek.
“Were you resting?”
“Yes. I’m a little tired. What’s the matter with Your Highness...?”
“It’s not like I have time to come see you because I have work to do.”
His words were correct. As of yesterday, Elise had become the wife of Grand Duke Blake Frozen, and this was the bedroom where they had spent the night together.
But her current situation wasn't conducive to welcoming her husband. What would happen if he discovered her stepbrother hiding under her bed, after only a day of marriage?
"Ah..."
Elise's heart sank as he pressed closer to her.
'No way...?'
“But I stopped by now because I have some business to attend to.”
He looked down at her, who seemed a little nervous, and smiled gently.
“I broke your bed last night.”
He let go of Elise and strode briskly toward the bed. Fearing he might peek under the bed, Elise quickly followed him.
He stopped in front of the bedside and tapped the cracked wooden board, examining it closely.
"I think we need to replace the bed. For something more sturdy and comfortable."
If it weren't for this situation, Elise would have burst into laughter. A groom who ruins the bed while spending his first night together? Isn't that a pretty appealing premise?
But now, Elise was very nervous because Lucas was lying just a few feet from Blake's feet. So she just nodded with a faint smile.
“Yes, please do.”
“Is there a material or design you want?”
Elise sat down on the bed as naturally as possible, pretending to ponder, "Hmm..." At least if she did this, he wouldn't have to bend down to look under the bed. Unless he wanted to peek under her skirt.
"I'll leave the bed to Your Highness. It needs to be as sturdy as possible."
Elise gently tapped the back of his hand that was holding the headboard.
“I guess it’s because you have so much energy.”
At that moment, she felt strength surge into her hands.
'Ah... this.'
It was just a playful remark and action. There was no intention whatsoever of provoking him with Elise's actions.
Feeling a stinging sting, she slowly withdrew her hand. But Blake grabbed it as quickly as it left his grasp.
"Ma'am."
Elise's pupils shook slightly at the strong force that grabbed her wrist.
She slowly raised her gaze.
His bright blue eyes, past his broad, firm chest and prominent neck, filled Elise's field of vision. A deep passion, somehow settled there, simmered within him.
Blake, who had been looking at her with longing eyes several times today, seemed not to intend to let this pass.
“I’m going to change the bed anyway, so it doesn’t matter if it gets a little more damaged.”
'Oh my god.'
It's already too late.
Elise could realize it just by the heat and the sound of his breathing coming from him.
Elise is dead.
On the very day she decided to give up on life-sustaining treatment and have fun, she was murdered without warning.
But she didn't go to heaven or hell. Fortunately or unfortunately, she had one more choice.
The middle ground. A place that belongs neither to heaven nor hell, it also serves as a police force, monitoring the real world to ensure neither "good" nor "evil" beings interfere excessively.
Among them, she was assigned to the 'Fantasy Control Tower', which balances things based on imagination, and was immediately dispatched into the scenario as a (temporary) investigator of the tower.
Fallen Lovers
This was the last film Elise had been offered a role in. As the title suggests, the script was rated R, and the casting alone generated a lot of buzz.
'Unfortunately, the production was canceled.'
Now, in this scenario, there were many possessed people, including Elise.
[In recent years, there's been a surge in the number of incursions into the fantasy realm by beings from other worlds. The possessed beings have been frequently venturing their stories through unplanned channels, and we've had to deal with the resulting repercussions.]
Elise's new boss, Philippe, has received information that suspicious individuals have also infiltrated the "Fallen Lovers." He has deployed a large number of investigators to investigate their masterminds.
[And then we lost contact!]
He was almost on the verge of tears.
"You're a truly exceptional actor. No matter what story you infiltrate, your identity won't be revealed. So please, save our investigators."
Why should I do that? What do I gain by saving them? Maybe I can get to the top if I accumulate enough achievements?
[Up there?]
[Yes. Heaven? Paradise? Heaven? Something like that.]
[Ah! Yes. If you exert a positive influence on the world, you could become a full-time professional. But that's not up to me to decide... Instead, if you successfully complete this task, I'll give you an extended vacation with a role in a story of your choice.]
For her, who had lived her life as an actress, the offer of a "role in the story you wanted" was far more appealing than going "up there." That's why Elise risked being trapped and entered this scenario.
The role is that of the Grand Duchess of the Prussian Duchy, and the story begins on her wedding night. From the scene where she lies in bed after bathing and awaits her groom, Elise's performance, possessed by the character's setting, began.
It wasn't the role she'd originally been offered. She barely had time to even look through the script. But Elise wasn't fazed. Since shedding her rookie label, she's rarely made a mistake.
"Your Highness..."
So now, Elise's eyes and expression as she looked up at her husband, Blake, were very believable.
Fear and shyness were mixed together, and her pupils were shaking and losing their focus, and her watery eyes looked as if they would burst into tears at any moment.
Elise had a remarkable ability to embody the roles she was given. Her performances were so lifelike that her co-stars often mistook her for her true feelings.
Blake's breathing was noticeably ragged. He grabbed Elise's slender wrist and buried his face in the crook of her neck. In response to his hot breath, Elise twisted ever so slightly, not even escaping a moan of "Ahh."
His member, touching her thigh, had been hard from the start. In fact, his nether regions were already swollen even before he lay her down on the bed. This was commonplace for Elise. Of all the actors who had portrayed intimate physical contact with her, only Gay had never erected his penis.
Elise pretended not to notice anything, rubbing her soft thigh against his thick flesh. It might have seemed like she was just fidgeting, but it was incredibly effective in turning the man on. Since it was acting, it was even more important to draw the other actor's attention.
As expected, he was seen gritting his teeth.
Blake's hand spread her legs apart, somewhat violently. Elise frowned slightly at the force with which he gripped her thighs. But she didn't complain. It was better to make up her mind and do it properly than to just fumble around.
Elise recalled her earlier lines. She cleared her throat slightly and licked her red lips.
“Just a little, gently...”
She placed a cautious hand on his shoulder and pleaded pitifully. She didn't push him away, nor did she pull him away. After all, the purpose of all jer lines was to benefit the man standing outside the door.
The soundproofing of this massive castle couldn't have been that poor, but that's how it is in the creative world. Still, just in case, Elise braced her stomach with each moan. Her vocalization was so excellent that she often appeared in plays and musicals.
Blake's face contorted as if he had crossed the line.
He untied Elise's sash, which had been neatly tied, as if ripping it off. He also tossed his own sash, which had been hanging awkwardly, under the bed. Beyond the white curtains, the soft moonlight streaming in revealed the naked bodies of the man and woman in a peculiarly erotic manner.
Elise quickly scanned his exposed body. She'd thought he was just a handsome face, but his body was also exactly her style. Considering how many of Elise's recent co-stars had been so impressive, this was truly unusual.
'They said he was an agent from the upper world, and indeed.'
His muscles, though not overly bulky, were tightly packed, pressing down on her soft, supple body. It was just the right amount of weight to make a woman feel good.
Elise's crimson lips parted, and her warm breath touched his ear. His firm shoulders tightened.
His hard shaft rubbed between her spread legs. The liquid dripping from her vagina and the love juice flowing from her clitoris mingled with his movements.
‘Ah... this is a bit dangerous....’
Her stomach was starting to heat up. The level of contact was higher than she expected. If this were a real scene, she would have done some "construction," but that's not possible now, so she had to accept this situation.
“Yeah...”
Elise tried to avoid him by slowly swaying her hips, but it was no use. Instead, the squelching sound from below, where they met, grew louder.
“I don’t think perfume is particularly necessary.”
His voice, heard for the first time, was low and heavy. Mixed with his ragged breathing, it sounded even more sensual.
"It's not like I'm actually doing it, so of course it's unnecessary," Elise thought calmly, looking up at him with frightened eyes.
“Don’t be afraid. If you’re nervous, it’ll hurt more.”
Ah. This line was the last. Now, the male protagonist outside the door can no longer endure it and will leave.
"Your Highness..."
Elise called him as per the script, and the ring on her ring finger stopped vibrating as if to signal a scene change.
A long breath escaped her. The tension in her body relaxed as she realized she'd somehow gotten through it. Blake probably felt the same way. Elise looked up at him with a slight smile.
What should I start with? Should the first conversation between the upper world agent and the middle ground member, who have successfully met for the first time, begin with self-introductions? Or should we discuss how we will cooperate and move forward?
While Elise was pondering, he withdrew, as expected. It was then that a look of bewilderment crossed her face.
'What, what is it? Why is he like this?'
His thing settled into place. It wasn't just placed there. It was in the exact spot, the most secret part of a woman's body, where her fluids flowed. The rounded tip pressed firmly into it, as if trying to penetrate it.
Her heart pounded for no reason. A cold sweat ran down her spine, like a child caught doing something bad.
But she wasn't the one to show it.
“Come in.”
Elise smiled and took a step aside.
As he entered the room, he put his hand on her waist and kissed her cheek.
“Were you resting?”
“Yes. I’m a little tired. What’s the matter with Your Highness...?”
“It’s not like I have time to come see you because I have work to do.”
His words were correct. As of yesterday, Elise had become the wife of Grand Duke Blake Frozen, and this was the bedroom where they had spent the night together.
But her current situation wasn't conducive to welcoming her husband. What would happen if he discovered her stepbrother hiding under her bed, after only a day of marriage?
"Ah..."
Elise's heart sank as he pressed closer to her.
'No way...?'
“But I stopped by now because I have some business to attend to.”
He looked down at her, who seemed a little nervous, and smiled gently.
“I broke your bed last night.”
He let go of Elise and strode briskly toward the bed. Fearing he might peek under the bed, Elise quickly followed him.
He stopped in front of the bedside and tapped the cracked wooden board, examining it closely.
"I think we need to replace the bed. For something more sturdy and comfortable."
If it weren't for this situation, Elise would have burst into laughter. A groom who ruins the bed while spending his first night together? Isn't that a pretty appealing premise?
But now, Elise was very nervous because Lucas was lying just a few feet from Blake's feet. So she just nodded with a faint smile.
“Yes, please do.”
“Is there a material or design you want?”
Elise sat down on the bed as naturally as possible, pretending to ponder, "Hmm..." At least if she did this, he wouldn't have to bend down to look under the bed. Unless he wanted to peek under her skirt.
"I'll leave the bed to Your Highness. It needs to be as sturdy as possible."
Elise gently tapped the back of his hand that was holding the headboard.
“I guess it’s because you have so much energy.”
At that moment, she felt strength surge into her hands.
'Ah... this.'
It was just a playful remark and action. There was no intention whatsoever of provoking him with Elise's actions.
Feeling a stinging sting, she slowly withdrew her hand. But Blake grabbed it as quickly as it left his grasp.
"Ma'am."
Elise's pupils shook slightly at the strong force that grabbed her wrist.
She slowly raised her gaze.
His bright blue eyes, past his broad, firm chest and prominent neck, filled Elise's field of vision. A deep passion, somehow settled there, simmered within him.
Blake, who had been looking at her with longing eyes several times today, seemed not to intend to let this pass.
“I’m going to change the bed anyway, so it doesn’t matter if it gets a little more damaged.”
'Oh my god.'
It's already too late.
Elise could realize it just by the heat and the sound of his breathing coming from him.
***
Elise is dead.
On the very day she decided to give up on life-sustaining treatment and have fun, she was murdered without warning.
But she didn't go to heaven or hell. Fortunately or unfortunately, she had one more choice.
The middle ground. A place that belongs neither to heaven nor hell, it also serves as a police force, monitoring the real world to ensure neither "good" nor "evil" beings interfere excessively.
Among them, she was assigned to the 'Fantasy Control Tower', which balances things based on imagination, and was immediately dispatched into the scenario as a (temporary) investigator of the tower.
Fallen Lovers
This was the last film Elise had been offered a role in. As the title suggests, the script was rated R, and the casting alone generated a lot of buzz.
'Unfortunately, the production was canceled.'
Now, in this scenario, there were many possessed people, including Elise.
[In recent years, there's been a surge in the number of incursions into the fantasy realm by beings from other worlds. The possessed beings have been frequently venturing their stories through unplanned channels, and we've had to deal with the resulting repercussions.]
Elise's new boss, Philippe, has received information that suspicious individuals have also infiltrated the "Fallen Lovers." He has deployed a large number of investigators to investigate their masterminds.
[And then we lost contact!]
He was almost on the verge of tears.
"You're a truly exceptional actor. No matter what story you infiltrate, your identity won't be revealed. So please, save our investigators."
Why should I do that? What do I gain by saving them? Maybe I can get to the top if I accumulate enough achievements?
[Up there?]
[Yes. Heaven? Paradise? Heaven? Something like that.]
[Ah! Yes. If you exert a positive influence on the world, you could become a full-time professional. But that's not up to me to decide... Instead, if you successfully complete this task, I'll give you an extended vacation with a role in a story of your choice.]
For her, who had lived her life as an actress, the offer of a "role in the story you wanted" was far more appealing than going "up there." That's why Elise risked being trapped and entered this scenario.
The role is that of the Grand Duchess of the Prussian Duchy, and the story begins on her wedding night. From the scene where she lies in bed after bathing and awaits her groom, Elise's performance, possessed by the character's setting, began.
It wasn't the role she'd originally been offered. She barely had time to even look through the script. But Elise wasn't fazed. Since shedding her rookie label, she's rarely made a mistake.
After all, isn't it obvious what the Grand Duke's precious jewel will look like on her wedding night, lying on the bed?
So now, Elise's eyes and expression as she looked up at her husband, Blake, were very believable.
Fear and shyness were mixed together, and her pupils were shaking and losing their focus, and her watery eyes looked as if they would burst into tears at any moment.
Elise had a remarkable ability to embody the roles she was given. Her performances were so lifelike that her co-stars often mistook her for her true feelings.
Blake's breathing was noticeably ragged. He grabbed Elise's slender wrist and buried his face in the crook of her neck. In response to his hot breath, Elise twisted ever so slightly, not even escaping a moan of "Ahh."
His member, touching her thigh, had been hard from the start. In fact, his nether regions were already swollen even before he lay her down on the bed. This was commonplace for Elise. Of all the actors who had portrayed intimate physical contact with her, only Gay had never erected his penis.
Elise pretended not to notice anything, rubbing her soft thigh against his thick flesh. It might have seemed like she was just fidgeting, but it was incredibly effective in turning the man on. Since it was acting, it was even more important to draw the other actor's attention.
As expected, he was seen gritting his teeth.
Blake's hand spread her legs apart, somewhat violently. Elise frowned slightly at the force with which he gripped her thighs. But she didn't complain. It was better to make up her mind and do it properly than to just fumble around.
Elise recalled her earlier lines. She cleared her throat slightly and licked her red lips.
“Just a little, gently...”
She placed a cautious hand on his shoulder and pleaded pitifully. She didn't push him away, nor did she pull him away. After all, the purpose of all jer lines was to benefit the man standing outside the door.
The soundproofing of this massive castle couldn't have been that poor, but that's how it is in the creative world. Still, just in case, Elise braced her stomach with each moan. Her vocalization was so excellent that she often appeared in plays and musicals.
Blake's face contorted as if he had crossed the line.
He untied Elise's sash, which had been neatly tied, as if ripping it off. He also tossed his own sash, which had been hanging awkwardly, under the bed. Beyond the white curtains, the soft moonlight streaming in revealed the naked bodies of the man and woman in a peculiarly erotic manner.
Elise quickly scanned his exposed body. She'd thought he was just a handsome face, but his body was also exactly her style. Considering how many of Elise's recent co-stars had been so impressive, this was truly unusual.
'They said he was an agent from the upper world, and indeed.'
His muscles, though not overly bulky, were tightly packed, pressing down on her soft, supple body. It was just the right amount of weight to make a woman feel good.
Elise's crimson lips parted, and her warm breath touched his ear. His firm shoulders tightened.
His hard shaft rubbed between her spread legs. The liquid dripping from her vagina and the love juice flowing from her clitoris mingled with his movements.
‘Ah... this is a bit dangerous....’
Her stomach was starting to heat up. The level of contact was higher than she expected. If this were a real scene, she would have done some "construction," but that's not possible now, so she had to accept this situation.
“Yeah...”
Elise tried to avoid him by slowly swaying her hips, but it was no use. Instead, the squelching sound from below, where they met, grew louder.
“I don’t think perfume is particularly necessary.”
His voice, heard for the first time, was low and heavy. Mixed with his ragged breathing, it sounded even more sensual.
"It's not like I'm actually doing it, so of course it's unnecessary," Elise thought calmly, looking up at him with frightened eyes.
“Don’t be afraid. If you’re nervous, it’ll hurt more.”
Ah. This line was the last. Now, the male protagonist outside the door can no longer endure it and will leave.
"Your Highness..."
Elise called him as per the script, and the ring on her ring finger stopped vibrating as if to signal a scene change.
A long breath escaped her. The tension in her body relaxed as she realized she'd somehow gotten through it. Blake probably felt the same way. Elise looked up at him with a slight smile.
What should I start with? Should the first conversation between the upper world agent and the middle ground member, who have successfully met for the first time, begin with self-introductions? Or should we discuss how we will cooperate and move forward?
While Elise was pondering, he withdrew, as expected. It was then that a look of bewilderment crossed her face.
'What, what is it? Why is he like this?'
His thing settled into place. It wasn't just placed there. It was in the exact spot, the most secret part of a woman's body, where her fluids flowed. The rounded tip pressed firmly into it, as if trying to penetrate it.
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