He took her hand and led her closer to the lakeside. Elise followed his lead, wondering where he would take her.
Just as the toes of her shoes were barely touching the water, the scene before her eyes suddenly changed.
"Uh..."
It was truly magical. Only then did Blake look at her with a "ta-da!" expression on his face.
“Isn’t it amazing?”
Even in this world where real magic exists, the current phenomenon seems to be a strange thing.
'Where am I?'
Elise slowly looked around. Then, at some point, she felt even more embarrassed than before.
Surprisingly, the place they were standing was a place she knew very well. It was also a place she would never see in the "Fallen Lovers" scenario.
Amidst a golden, swaying wheat field stood a small cabin. And in front of it stood two rocking chairs, side by side. Everything about it, even the folded blanket, was familiar to her.
“How did this happen...”
“This lake is called ‘Fantasy.’ It will take you wherever you want to go.”
Elise kept her mouth shut and looked around. It was so vivid, as if it were real.
"This is the place you've always dreamed of. It looks peaceful."
Blake's words were completely inaudible to her.
‘Why here of all places...?’
She couldn't control her expression at all. She felt as if she opened that door at any moment, 'he' would be standing there.
The "him" in her memory was wearing an apron, which didn't quite match his outfit. The sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up, and his hair, which was always neatly slicked back, was softly disheveled across his forehead.
[How about a birthday present for me? I've always wanted to live in a place like this.]
He greeted her with a smile and cold, sharp eyes.
The moment she remembered it, her stomach churned, and Elise covered her mouth.
'You'll take me wherever I want to go?'
Elise scoffed. If she had any reason to desire this place, it would be to slap Cain Liberto. She felt she needed to slap him until his palms were numb, almost to the point of losing feeling, to satisfy her rage.
“Elise?”
“...Now let’s go somewhere else. If possible, somewhere you want.”
Blake, who had been looking at her with a puzzled expression, nodded. It seemed he sensed something unusual about her reaction.
“Yes. Then...”
Elise blinked slowly. Meanwhile, the cabin vanished without a trace. Warmth slowly returned to her fingertips, once cold and tense.
“This is where I wanted to go.”
As soon as he finished speaking, a new place opened up before them.
“This is...”
“This is where we first met.”
It was the very temple where Blake Frozen and Elise Clanton had held their wedding. The moonlight filtering through the windows and the candlelight quietly illuminated the silent hall.
Still in her pre-ice state, she watched the wedding on a monitor while listening to the explanations of Philippe, the boss of the fantasy control tower. He hoped that Elise, the artificial intelligence that had temporarily replicated her likeness, would not cause any trouble.
Except for the disappearance of all the bustling people, the temple looked exactly like it did on the wedding day. Elise looked around the hall in wonder.
“The wedding was quite long.”
Elise looked up at him at the sound of a voice from beside her. He stared at her, biting the end of the glove he was wearing and slowly removing it.
Elise felt her heart, which had been filled with discomfort due to her memories of Cain Liberto, suddenly purified.
The young and handsome Grand Duke was the epitome of sensuality from head to toe. One by one, the gloves clattered to the floor, but neither of them paid any attention.
“If I could go back in time, I would have kissed Madam right then and there.”
Blake, who had picked up Elise in a swift embrace, sat her down on the platform. It was the platform where the drinks shared under the High Priest's direction had been laid out. Only after sitting there did Blake and Elise's eyes meet.
Elise stared into his blue eyes as if she were entranced.
“It’s like this.”
He lifted his glass, took a sip, and then placed his lips against hers. Sweet wine flowed through her parted lips. His tongue gently glided across her mouth until the wine's aroma faded.
As their lips parted, Elise stuck out her tongue and licked her own lips.
"It is delicious."
His eyes became even darker.
“Then one more sip.”
He took another sip of wine and kissed her. The second time was even sweeter. It felt like their tongues were melting as they tangled.
As the kiss deepened, her upper body tilted back. He supported her with his hand and gently laid her down, continuing the passionate kiss.
They shared the wine until the silver cup was empty. A bright blush crept onto her cheeks. Her beautifully swollen chest heaved and fell rapidly. They both felt the warmth of their bodies touching.
“You finished drinking.”
“I see. The glass is empty.”
Her eyes widened.
“So, are you going back now?”
“That can’t be. I didn’t come here with my wife to share a glass of wine.”
"Sure?"
Blake's hand slid up her thigh. Elise moaned softly as his fingers explored her intimate area.
“I want to see my wife, here and now, lovingly and disheveled.”
He gently rubbed his fingertips over her underwear and brushed his lips against Elise's exposed shoulder. His hot breath dyed her body a crimson red.
Although she had only had a few sips, Elise felt a tingling sensation, as if she were drunk. Breathing rapidly, she surrendered herself to his touch.
His fingers slid down her wet underwear and immediately found her clitoris.
"Ah...!"
Elise stiffened her waist and trembled at the sensation of thick fingers thrusting into her.
“I couldn’t have imagined it would be this hot, soft, and wet...”
He twirled his fingers, feeling and rubbing the inside, testing her reaction.
“What if I had known?”
Without waiting for Elise's answer, he continued speaking.
"It must have been hard. Enduring all those long hours without being able to lift a finger."
Slurp, slurp, another finger was thrusting into her vagina. The wet sound was obscene.
After a deep sigh, he kissed her again. The sweet aftertaste of wine spread sweetly in her mouth.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she continued to press into his kiss. She braced her thighs to stop the gushing fluid, but his body between her legs prevented her from closing them any further.
As Elise's body gained strength, the speed of the fingers teasing her flesh also increased.
Elise's long eyelashes fluttered. He held her tightly, trying to escape, and kissed her even deeper. He swallowed her breath, as if it wasn't enough, and he thrust desperately into her.
“...!”
The moment of climax came quickly. He slowly withdrew his fingers from her throbbing body. A thin stream of liquid trickled down his hand.
“You are beautiful, Elise.”
He looked down at her with eyes filled with rapture. A sense of unease made Elise pause. She knew someone who had been looking at her with those eyes.
But before she could continue her thoughts, he removed Elise's wet underwear. The sound of a buckle being undone made Elise cry out in desperation.
“Wait... Blake, right now...!”
But he didn't wait for her to calm down.
His thick penis forcibly opened her tight, still-constricted vagina, plunging it open. The intense stimulation made her body thrash like a fish. Holding her in place with one arm, he thrust into her in one swift thrust.
“Blake...!”
"Ha..."
A short moan and a long sigh escaped her and his mouth simultaneously.
As the shallow orgasm wore off, he slowly moved his body, gently swirling inside her, slowly withdrawing and then inserting himself repeatedly.
“I imagined it.”
He spoke in a low voice, caressing her earlobe.
"What if I had raped my wife in front of the High Priest, your family, my vassals, and the knights—all who came to witness our wedding?"
He wasn't playing leisurely, as if he had no time to spare. He clenched his teeth, as if he was having a hard time holding back. His breathing was ragged.
However, he is holding back because there is a huge desire inside him that cannot be compared to satisfying his immediate sexual desire.
“If that were the case, no one would try to take my wife away from me.”
It was an intense possessiveness.
He was using his body, his movements meticulously calculated to give Elise the ultimate pleasure, in the way she loved most.
Like the concubines who had mastered the art of courtship in the hope of being chosen by the Emperor a third time, he hoped that she would become addicted to the pleasure his body gave her.
Elise's buttocks bucked as the thick glans pressed and rubbed against her intimate pleasure spot.
‘Ah... This guy is really, really good.’
It wasn't some worn-out skill born from knowing women well. It seemed to be the result of a remarkable ability to observe what she likes, combined with a talent for physical exertion.
His behavior was noticeably different from the somewhat rough-and-tumble of their first night together. As their bodies overlapped more and more, his sexual proficiency steadily increased. So now, of all her experiences, he was the best.
Feeling so good, Elise didn't find Blake's nonsense particularly jarring. Had she listened soberly, she might have thought, "What a lunatic!" But hearing it in the throes of pleasure, she found herself feeling quite forgiving.
“But even if I could go back to that time, I wouldn’t be able to do that.”
The front closure undid, revealing her pert breasts. He lowered his head, took the erect, upturned peak in his mouth, and rolled it vigorously with his tongue.
“Yeah...”
He gritted his teeth and then rubbed his tongue again.
As the stimulation grew, she grew more and more dazed. She stroked his head like a dog, spread her legs loosely, and took him in even more deeply.
“I’m afraid my wife will hate me, so I probably won’t be able to do anything I want.”
There's nothing you can't do with just your mind. Isn't the difference between a sane person and a madman whether or not they can put it into action? Elise nodded. As expected, Blake, while somewhat unusual, was a man within the realm of normalcy.
Just as the toes of her shoes were barely touching the water, the scene before her eyes suddenly changed.
"Uh..."
It was truly magical. Only then did Blake look at her with a "ta-da!" expression on his face.
“Isn’t it amazing?”
Even in this world where real magic exists, the current phenomenon seems to be a strange thing.
'Where am I?'
Elise slowly looked around. Then, at some point, she felt even more embarrassed than before.
Surprisingly, the place they were standing was a place she knew very well. It was also a place she would never see in the "Fallen Lovers" scenario.
Amidst a golden, swaying wheat field stood a small cabin. And in front of it stood two rocking chairs, side by side. Everything about it, even the folded blanket, was familiar to her.
“How did this happen...”
“This lake is called ‘Fantasy.’ It will take you wherever you want to go.”
Elise kept her mouth shut and looked around. It was so vivid, as if it were real.
"This is the place you've always dreamed of. It looks peaceful."
Blake's words were completely inaudible to her.
‘Why here of all places...?’
She couldn't control her expression at all. She felt as if she opened that door at any moment, 'he' would be standing there.
The "him" in her memory was wearing an apron, which didn't quite match his outfit. The sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up, and his hair, which was always neatly slicked back, was softly disheveled across his forehead.
[How about a birthday present for me? I've always wanted to live in a place like this.]
He greeted her with a smile and cold, sharp eyes.
The moment she remembered it, her stomach churned, and Elise covered her mouth.
'You'll take me wherever I want to go?'
Elise scoffed. If she had any reason to desire this place, it would be to slap Cain Liberto. She felt she needed to slap him until his palms were numb, almost to the point of losing feeling, to satisfy her rage.
“Elise?”
“...Now let’s go somewhere else. If possible, somewhere you want.”
Blake, who had been looking at her with a puzzled expression, nodded. It seemed he sensed something unusual about her reaction.
“Yes. Then...”
Elise blinked slowly. Meanwhile, the cabin vanished without a trace. Warmth slowly returned to her fingertips, once cold and tense.
“This is where I wanted to go.”
As soon as he finished speaking, a new place opened up before them.
“This is...”
“This is where we first met.”
It was the very temple where Blake Frozen and Elise Clanton had held their wedding. The moonlight filtering through the windows and the candlelight quietly illuminated the silent hall.
Still in her pre-ice state, she watched the wedding on a monitor while listening to the explanations of Philippe, the boss of the fantasy control tower. He hoped that Elise, the artificial intelligence that had temporarily replicated her likeness, would not cause any trouble.
Except for the disappearance of all the bustling people, the temple looked exactly like it did on the wedding day. Elise looked around the hall in wonder.
“The wedding was quite long.”
Elise looked up at him at the sound of a voice from beside her. He stared at her, biting the end of the glove he was wearing and slowly removing it.
Elise felt her heart, which had been filled with discomfort due to her memories of Cain Liberto, suddenly purified.
The young and handsome Grand Duke was the epitome of sensuality from head to toe. One by one, the gloves clattered to the floor, but neither of them paid any attention.
“If I could go back in time, I would have kissed Madam right then and there.”
Blake, who had picked up Elise in a swift embrace, sat her down on the platform. It was the platform where the drinks shared under the High Priest's direction had been laid out. Only after sitting there did Blake and Elise's eyes meet.
Elise stared into his blue eyes as if she were entranced.
“It’s like this.”
He lifted his glass, took a sip, and then placed his lips against hers. Sweet wine flowed through her parted lips. His tongue gently glided across her mouth until the wine's aroma faded.
As their lips parted, Elise stuck out her tongue and licked her own lips.
"It is delicious."
His eyes became even darker.
“Then one more sip.”
He took another sip of wine and kissed her. The second time was even sweeter. It felt like their tongues were melting as they tangled.
As the kiss deepened, her upper body tilted back. He supported her with his hand and gently laid her down, continuing the passionate kiss.
They shared the wine until the silver cup was empty. A bright blush crept onto her cheeks. Her beautifully swollen chest heaved and fell rapidly. They both felt the warmth of their bodies touching.
“You finished drinking.”
“I see. The glass is empty.”
Her eyes widened.
“So, are you going back now?”
“That can’t be. I didn’t come here with my wife to share a glass of wine.”
"Sure?"
Blake's hand slid up her thigh. Elise moaned softly as his fingers explored her intimate area.
“I want to see my wife, here and now, lovingly and disheveled.”
He gently rubbed his fingertips over her underwear and brushed his lips against Elise's exposed shoulder. His hot breath dyed her body a crimson red.
Although she had only had a few sips, Elise felt a tingling sensation, as if she were drunk. Breathing rapidly, she surrendered herself to his touch.
His fingers slid down her wet underwear and immediately found her clitoris.
"Ah...!"
Elise stiffened her waist and trembled at the sensation of thick fingers thrusting into her.
“I couldn’t have imagined it would be this hot, soft, and wet...”
He twirled his fingers, feeling and rubbing the inside, testing her reaction.
“What if I had known?”
Without waiting for Elise's answer, he continued speaking.
"It must have been hard. Enduring all those long hours without being able to lift a finger."
Slurp, slurp, another finger was thrusting into her vagina. The wet sound was obscene.
After a deep sigh, he kissed her again. The sweet aftertaste of wine spread sweetly in her mouth.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she continued to press into his kiss. She braced her thighs to stop the gushing fluid, but his body between her legs prevented her from closing them any further.
As Elise's body gained strength, the speed of the fingers teasing her flesh also increased.
Elise's long eyelashes fluttered. He held her tightly, trying to escape, and kissed her even deeper. He swallowed her breath, as if it wasn't enough, and he thrust desperately into her.
“...!”
The moment of climax came quickly. He slowly withdrew his fingers from her throbbing body. A thin stream of liquid trickled down his hand.
“You are beautiful, Elise.”
He looked down at her with eyes filled with rapture. A sense of unease made Elise pause. She knew someone who had been looking at her with those eyes.
But before she could continue her thoughts, he removed Elise's wet underwear. The sound of a buckle being undone made Elise cry out in desperation.
“Wait... Blake, right now...!”
But he didn't wait for her to calm down.
His thick penis forcibly opened her tight, still-constricted vagina, plunging it open. The intense stimulation made her body thrash like a fish. Holding her in place with one arm, he thrust into her in one swift thrust.
“Blake...!”
"Ha..."
A short moan and a long sigh escaped her and his mouth simultaneously.
As the shallow orgasm wore off, he slowly moved his body, gently swirling inside her, slowly withdrawing and then inserting himself repeatedly.
“I imagined it.”
He spoke in a low voice, caressing her earlobe.
"What if I had raped my wife in front of the High Priest, your family, my vassals, and the knights—all who came to witness our wedding?"
He wasn't playing leisurely, as if he had no time to spare. He clenched his teeth, as if he was having a hard time holding back. His breathing was ragged.
However, he is holding back because there is a huge desire inside him that cannot be compared to satisfying his immediate sexual desire.
“If that were the case, no one would try to take my wife away from me.”
It was an intense possessiveness.
He was using his body, his movements meticulously calculated to give Elise the ultimate pleasure, in the way she loved most.
Like the concubines who had mastered the art of courtship in the hope of being chosen by the Emperor a third time, he hoped that she would become addicted to the pleasure his body gave her.
Elise's buttocks bucked as the thick glans pressed and rubbed against her intimate pleasure spot.
‘Ah... This guy is really, really good.’
It wasn't some worn-out skill born from knowing women well. It seemed to be the result of a remarkable ability to observe what she likes, combined with a talent for physical exertion.
His behavior was noticeably different from the somewhat rough-and-tumble of their first night together. As their bodies overlapped more and more, his sexual proficiency steadily increased. So now, of all her experiences, he was the best.
Feeling so good, Elise didn't find Blake's nonsense particularly jarring. Had she listened soberly, she might have thought, "What a lunatic!" But hearing it in the throes of pleasure, she found herself feeling quite forgiving.
“But even if I could go back to that time, I wouldn’t be able to do that.”
The front closure undid, revealing her pert breasts. He lowered his head, took the erect, upturned peak in his mouth, and rolled it vigorously with his tongue.
“Yeah...”
He gritted his teeth and then rubbed his tongue again.
As the stimulation grew, she grew more and more dazed. She stroked his head like a dog, spread her legs loosely, and took him in even more deeply.
“I’m afraid my wife will hate me, so I probably won’t be able to do anything I want.”
There's nothing you can't do with just your mind. Isn't the difference between a sane person and a madman whether or not they can put it into action? Elise nodded. As expected, Blake, while somewhat unusual, was a man within the realm of normalcy.
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