“Can I leave the room wearing something like this?”
When I asked with a hardened face, Kate gave a cool answer.
“Don’t worry. I’ll keep the third-floor hallway clear.”
As was perfectly suited to her purpose, Elise, without any pretense, chose one of the dresses Kate had brought: a slightly see-through black lace slip.
“You can just put on a gown over this and go.”
“Yes. Thank you.”
Elise put on the silk gown Kate had given her over her slip.
“Oh, Kate. Where is Mary now?”
"I hid her in my room to keep the word from getting out. I told her not to leave, so she'll stay there."
“Yeah, good job. Thanks to you, I feel relieved.”
Kate's cheeks flushed slightly at her compliment.
“I’m glad to hear that. I’ll bring you some snacks, so please wait a moment.”
As Kate left the room, Elise loosened her tightly bound gown slightly and tied the waist tie to make it easier to untie. She didn't forget to lightly touch up her makeup for a more sensual look. She checked herself in the mirror and smiled with satisfaction.
“Perfect.”
If you don't fall for the seduction of such a beautiful woman, you're either a slut or gay.
Kate returned shortly after. She had wine, two glasses, and a nice slice of cheese and ham. Everything was perfectly prepared.
“Well then, have a nice night.”
After bowing politely to her, Kate left the room.
After a moment of hesitation, Elise poured herself a full glass of wine and downed it in one gulp. It was a waste to drink it without savoring it, but there was nothing she could do about it. She had to think about the image of the Grand Duchess she had portrayed to Blake up until then.
"If it weren't for the influence of alcohol, the Grand Duchess wouldn't have been so aggressive in seducing him. It would be a bad idea to arouse unnecessary suspicion."
After waiting for the alcohol to kick in, Elise went out into the hallway. Perhaps Kate had told them beforehand that when she went to prepare a late-night snack, the third-floor hallway was empty.
Standing in front of Blake's office, Elise took a deep breath. It was time to begin acting.
She knocked, and not long after, the door opened wide.
“...Elise?”
Blake looked down at her standing in the hallway with surprised eyes.
“Have you come to see me?”
“Yes. Are you very busy?”
“No, it’s not. Come in.”
Blake was flustered as he brought her into the office.
“I’ll finish up soon, so could you wait on the sofa for a moment?”
“Yes, take your time.”
Elise placed a tray on the table in front of the sofa and filled two glasses. Then, with a sloppy look, she leaned back on the sofa.
The slit in her gown revealed her cleavage and pale thighs. Elise took off her slippers and raised both legs onto the sofa.
A wad of paper fell from Blake's hand as he was hastily organizing his documents.
“Did you come all the way here dressed like that?”
He looked terribly surprised.
“Yes. I just stopped by before going to bed.”
“Who did you meet...”
“No. The third-floor hallway was empty.”
Blake walked toward her, not even bothering to pick up the scattered papers on the floor. He looked back and forth between the wine bottle on the table and Elise's flushed face.
Before he could open his mouth, Elise struck the player.
“I looked around the wine cellar and saw a lot of good wine. I drank a little first.”
“I don’t think it’s a little bit.”
Elise's smile faded, then suddenly took on a sullen expression. She lowered her head, lowered her eyes, and cringed pitifully. Faking intoxication wasn't difficult for an actress with her experience.
“Are you okay?”
“...No. I don’t think so.”
Elise leaned against him as he sat next to her.
“I feel a little depressed.”
“Surely you want to go back to Clanton?”
“I don’t know. I’m just lonely and sad... I can’t sleep...”
Blake wrapped his arms around her shoulders, his face darkening.
“Aren’t I here?”
Elise, tears welling in her eyes, flung herself into his arms. She climbed onto his lap and buried her face in his neck.
"You've been so kind to me, I keep feeling weak. The Grand Duchess shouldn't be like this..."
“Elise...”
Elise vividly felt his member growing larger under her buttocks.
She wiped the tears from her eyes with the back of her hand.
“I’m sorry. I think I was a little drunk. I didn’t realize I was acting this way...”
Then, she slightly moved back as if trying to get out of his arms.
“Disgraceful. Not at all.”
Blake pulled her into a hug.
"I'm glad you confided in me. Elise, I want to be your comfort. You don't have to hide anything from me. No matter what, I will love you as your husband."
Elise felt a prickling sensation in her conscience that she hadn't even known existed.
‘Wow... You’re being so needlessly affectionate.’
But that didn't mean she was impressed or interested in him.
'It's just acting.'
If she had been swayed by these words and actions and given her heart to them, she would not have been able to properly pursue her acting career.
Veteran actors perfectly conceal themselves. When the cameras start rolling, they erase their presence and live the life of their characters, but as soon as filming ends, they instantly return to their original selves.
If you can't freely make this transition, countless misfortunes can occur. You might fall in love with your partner only to be disappointed, suffer depression due to the gap between reality and your partner, or wallow in delusion.
'I need to stop thinking about useless things and focus.'
Perhaps mistaking her for the emotion she felt as she bowed her head and remained silent, Blake gently stroked her hair and kissed her round forehead.
“Elise.”
Elise raised her head and met his blue eyes. Her eyelashes fluttered, and she placed her hand on his chest.
“Blake... comfort me. I need you.”
She could clearly feel his heart pounding loudly.
“Willingly. I will gladly do so.”
Elise's gown, now untied, fell to the floor beneath the sofa. Blake's hands, gently lifting her and laying her on the sofa, were gentle and careful.
“As I said over and over again, I won’t make you lonely.”
His large, warm hand dug under her slip. Elise tilted her head back, her face flushed with alcohol. A sweet breath, tinged with the tang of wine, flowed from her parted lips.
Blake positioned himself between her smooth legs. The fishnet underwear revealed beneath her rolled-up slip was savagely wet.
“Ugh... Blake...”
Elise called his name in an excited voice.
Blake groaned softly. Every gesture, every action, was enticing. It was impossible to maintain reason.
Blake, burying his face in Elise's soft breastbone, didn't even notice the satisfied smile forming on her lips. He sucked on the erect, pink peak and removed her wet underwear.
He didn't have the luxury of foreplay. Elise, seemingly unwilling to do so, spread her legs wide for him. Her flesh devoured him, sucking him in. Perhaps due to the alcohol, he moaned softly as she felt hotter than usual inside him.
A pleasure stronger than any drug, something impossible to quit once you taste it, enveloped his entire body. It sent shivers down his spine. The more violent his hips became, the more rapid his breathing became, the more intense the feeling became.
He lusted after her like a beast, and she, like a beast being tamed, kept him between her legs and coaxed him.
It was the beginning of a long, long night.
“I got permission.”
The next day, Elise called Mary into her room and spoke. The maids who had been assisting the groom had briefly left the room.
“From today, Mary, you are my personal maid.”
“Yes? Really?”
“Yeah. I lied about being my cousin’s sister-in-law’s maid and my cousin’s cousin.”
"Uh..."
Mary tilted her head as if she didn't understand what he meant.
“Anyway, I know that.”
“Yes! Thank you, Elise!”
“It’s nice to be energetic.”
Elise chuckled and got up from her seat.
“Where are you going?”
"Yeah. I'm going to greet the Knights with Blake. You come too."
Mary nodded with a solemn expression.
“It’s the beginning of the mission.”
“No, just relax your shoulders. And don’t make that face.”
“Oh, yes.”
In an instant, she returned to her characteristically bright face.
Unlike a few days ago when she had gone alone, Elise came to the training ground with Blake, dressed neatly and elegantly.
Blake glanced at Mary, who was following Elise once or twice, but then quickly lost interest.
The knights were in the midst of their training. Perhaps conscious of their hostess's observation, their shouts were booming.
"The knights of the Duchy of Frozen are as renowned as the Imperial Knights of Nephrus. The three orders—Blue, Red, and White—take turns guarding the Duchy's borders, the main castle, and key strongholds. Currently, the order guarding the main castle is the Blue Knights."
“I see. It’s really amazing to see it in person.”
Elise carefully observed the knights engaged in sparring. A light-like substance emanated from some of their swords.
'What is that? Is that a lightsaber?'
Elise, once a fan of Star Wars, found herself drawn to it without even realizing it. Magic was fascinating, but lightsabers were truly her dream.
Blake, who was talking to the captain to align the knights, momentarily missed her actions, and the accident happened in an instant.
One of the knights' swords, which was being used more forcefully than usual during the duel, broke and flew towards her.
"Oh!"
The blade flew towards her with a sharp, piercing sound. Elise blinked slowly, staring at the chunk of metal hurtling towards her.
'Am I going to die? What happens if I die here?'
That was when.
“Yay!”
With a sudden roar, someone's hand grabbed the blade. Then they clutched it.
A string.
Elise witnessed the lump of iron crumple into a sheet of paper right in front of her nose.
“...”
Silence fell on the training ground.
Elise slowly turned her head.
“Hehehe.”
Mary was scratching the back of her head with a proud face.
When I asked with a hardened face, Kate gave a cool answer.
“Don’t worry. I’ll keep the third-floor hallway clear.”
As was perfectly suited to her purpose, Elise, without any pretense, chose one of the dresses Kate had brought: a slightly see-through black lace slip.
“You can just put on a gown over this and go.”
“Yes. Thank you.”
Elise put on the silk gown Kate had given her over her slip.
“Oh, Kate. Where is Mary now?”
"I hid her in my room to keep the word from getting out. I told her not to leave, so she'll stay there."
“Yeah, good job. Thanks to you, I feel relieved.”
Kate's cheeks flushed slightly at her compliment.
“I’m glad to hear that. I’ll bring you some snacks, so please wait a moment.”
As Kate left the room, Elise loosened her tightly bound gown slightly and tied the waist tie to make it easier to untie. She didn't forget to lightly touch up her makeup for a more sensual look. She checked herself in the mirror and smiled with satisfaction.
“Perfect.”
If you don't fall for the seduction of such a beautiful woman, you're either a slut or gay.
Kate returned shortly after. She had wine, two glasses, and a nice slice of cheese and ham. Everything was perfectly prepared.
“Well then, have a nice night.”
After bowing politely to her, Kate left the room.
After a moment of hesitation, Elise poured herself a full glass of wine and downed it in one gulp. It was a waste to drink it without savoring it, but there was nothing she could do about it. She had to think about the image of the Grand Duchess she had portrayed to Blake up until then.
"If it weren't for the influence of alcohol, the Grand Duchess wouldn't have been so aggressive in seducing him. It would be a bad idea to arouse unnecessary suspicion."
After waiting for the alcohol to kick in, Elise went out into the hallway. Perhaps Kate had told them beforehand that when she went to prepare a late-night snack, the third-floor hallway was empty.
Standing in front of Blake's office, Elise took a deep breath. It was time to begin acting.
She knocked, and not long after, the door opened wide.
“...Elise?”
Blake looked down at her standing in the hallway with surprised eyes.
“Have you come to see me?”
“Yes. Are you very busy?”
“No, it’s not. Come in.”
Blake was flustered as he brought her into the office.
“I’ll finish up soon, so could you wait on the sofa for a moment?”
“Yes, take your time.”
Elise placed a tray on the table in front of the sofa and filled two glasses. Then, with a sloppy look, she leaned back on the sofa.
The slit in her gown revealed her cleavage and pale thighs. Elise took off her slippers and raised both legs onto the sofa.
A wad of paper fell from Blake's hand as he was hastily organizing his documents.
“Did you come all the way here dressed like that?”
He looked terribly surprised.
“Yes. I just stopped by before going to bed.”
“Who did you meet...”
“No. The third-floor hallway was empty.”
Blake walked toward her, not even bothering to pick up the scattered papers on the floor. He looked back and forth between the wine bottle on the table and Elise's flushed face.
Before he could open his mouth, Elise struck the player.
“I looked around the wine cellar and saw a lot of good wine. I drank a little first.”
“I don’t think it’s a little bit.”
Elise's smile faded, then suddenly took on a sullen expression. She lowered her head, lowered her eyes, and cringed pitifully. Faking intoxication wasn't difficult for an actress with her experience.
“Are you okay?”
“...No. I don’t think so.”
Elise leaned against him as he sat next to her.
“I feel a little depressed.”
“Surely you want to go back to Clanton?”
“I don’t know. I’m just lonely and sad... I can’t sleep...”
Blake wrapped his arms around her shoulders, his face darkening.
“Aren’t I here?”
Elise, tears welling in her eyes, flung herself into his arms. She climbed onto his lap and buried her face in his neck.
"You've been so kind to me, I keep feeling weak. The Grand Duchess shouldn't be like this..."
“Elise...”
Elise vividly felt his member growing larger under her buttocks.
She wiped the tears from her eyes with the back of her hand.
“I’m sorry. I think I was a little drunk. I didn’t realize I was acting this way...”
Then, she slightly moved back as if trying to get out of his arms.
“Disgraceful. Not at all.”
Blake pulled her into a hug.
"I'm glad you confided in me. Elise, I want to be your comfort. You don't have to hide anything from me. No matter what, I will love you as your husband."
Elise felt a prickling sensation in her conscience that she hadn't even known existed.
‘Wow... You’re being so needlessly affectionate.’
But that didn't mean she was impressed or interested in him.
'It's just acting.'
If she had been swayed by these words and actions and given her heart to them, she would not have been able to properly pursue her acting career.
Veteran actors perfectly conceal themselves. When the cameras start rolling, they erase their presence and live the life of their characters, but as soon as filming ends, they instantly return to their original selves.
If you can't freely make this transition, countless misfortunes can occur. You might fall in love with your partner only to be disappointed, suffer depression due to the gap between reality and your partner, or wallow in delusion.
'I need to stop thinking about useless things and focus.'
Perhaps mistaking her for the emotion she felt as she bowed her head and remained silent, Blake gently stroked her hair and kissed her round forehead.
“Elise.”
Elise raised her head and met his blue eyes. Her eyelashes fluttered, and she placed her hand on his chest.
“Blake... comfort me. I need you.”
She could clearly feel his heart pounding loudly.
“Willingly. I will gladly do so.”
Elise's gown, now untied, fell to the floor beneath the sofa. Blake's hands, gently lifting her and laying her on the sofa, were gentle and careful.
“As I said over and over again, I won’t make you lonely.”
His large, warm hand dug under her slip. Elise tilted her head back, her face flushed with alcohol. A sweet breath, tinged with the tang of wine, flowed from her parted lips.
Blake positioned himself between her smooth legs. The fishnet underwear revealed beneath her rolled-up slip was savagely wet.
“Ugh... Blake...”
Elise called his name in an excited voice.
Blake groaned softly. Every gesture, every action, was enticing. It was impossible to maintain reason.
Blake, burying his face in Elise's soft breastbone, didn't even notice the satisfied smile forming on her lips. He sucked on the erect, pink peak and removed her wet underwear.
He didn't have the luxury of foreplay. Elise, seemingly unwilling to do so, spread her legs wide for him. Her flesh devoured him, sucking him in. Perhaps due to the alcohol, he moaned softly as she felt hotter than usual inside him.
A pleasure stronger than any drug, something impossible to quit once you taste it, enveloped his entire body. It sent shivers down his spine. The more violent his hips became, the more rapid his breathing became, the more intense the feeling became.
He lusted after her like a beast, and she, like a beast being tamed, kept him between her legs and coaxed him.
It was the beginning of a long, long night.
***
“I got permission.”
The next day, Elise called Mary into her room and spoke. The maids who had been assisting the groom had briefly left the room.
“From today, Mary, you are my personal maid.”
“Yes? Really?”
“Yeah. I lied about being my cousin’s sister-in-law’s maid and my cousin’s cousin.”
"Uh..."
Mary tilted her head as if she didn't understand what he meant.
“Anyway, I know that.”
“Yes! Thank you, Elise!”
“It’s nice to be energetic.”
Elise chuckled and got up from her seat.
“Where are you going?”
"Yeah. I'm going to greet the Knights with Blake. You come too."
Mary nodded with a solemn expression.
“It’s the beginning of the mission.”
“No, just relax your shoulders. And don’t make that face.”
“Oh, yes.”
In an instant, she returned to her characteristically bright face.
Unlike a few days ago when she had gone alone, Elise came to the training ground with Blake, dressed neatly and elegantly.
Blake glanced at Mary, who was following Elise once or twice, but then quickly lost interest.
The knights were in the midst of their training. Perhaps conscious of their hostess's observation, their shouts were booming.
"The knights of the Duchy of Frozen are as renowned as the Imperial Knights of Nephrus. The three orders—Blue, Red, and White—take turns guarding the Duchy's borders, the main castle, and key strongholds. Currently, the order guarding the main castle is the Blue Knights."
“I see. It’s really amazing to see it in person.”
Elise carefully observed the knights engaged in sparring. A light-like substance emanated from some of their swords.
'What is that? Is that a lightsaber?'
Elise, once a fan of Star Wars, found herself drawn to it without even realizing it. Magic was fascinating, but lightsabers were truly her dream.
Blake, who was talking to the captain to align the knights, momentarily missed her actions, and the accident happened in an instant.
One of the knights' swords, which was being used more forcefully than usual during the duel, broke and flew towards her.
"Oh!"
The blade flew towards her with a sharp, piercing sound. Elise blinked slowly, staring at the chunk of metal hurtling towards her.
'Am I going to die? What happens if I die here?'
That was when.
“Yay!”
With a sudden roar, someone's hand grabbed the blade. Then they clutched it.
A string.
Elise witnessed the lump of iron crumple into a sheet of paper right in front of her nose.
“...”
Silence fell on the training ground.
Elise slowly turned her head.
“Hehehe.”
Mary was scratching the back of her head with a proud face.
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