Callion pulled the sleeve that was caught in her hand away.
“You’re drunk.”
Otherwise, there would be no way to grab him by directly touching his body.
"Of course. How can you do this without being drunk? Anyway, don't run away and do it quickly. Or are you too physically unable to do it? If that's the case, then be honest."
Callion bit his lip at Erna's attempt to provoke his temper. It was an unusual provocation. But just as he always got on Erna's nerves, Erna, too, had a knack for getting on his nerves with trivial remarks.
Her mocking words, asking if he could stand up, stung Callion's pride. Meanwhile, the intoxicated Erna continued to spit out words that irritated him.
"It's nothing special anyway. They said you could just stand it up, put it in, and then pee. If you can't even do that..."
At that moment, Callion pressed his finger against her forehead. Erna, who had been standing, fell limply back onto the bed. As she blinked, unable to believe she'd fallen to Callion's finger, a massive body loomed over her.
“Yeah, nothing special.”
Callion said, gritting his teeth.
“So, just try to endure it for a while.”
Callion used his knee to spread Erna's legs. Her face turned pale. With his massive body completely between her legs, she gasped for breath. As if he were devouring her.
Callion hesitated, then reached out and grabbed the hem of Erna's nightgown. He then lifted her skirt, trying to keep his hands out of Erna's reach. Even as he did so, a sense of self-loathing weighed on his shoulders. This was clearly consensual. But Erna was drunk and crying, and he was trying his best to avoid touching her. It felt like she was secretly harassing a drunk woman.
Is this how it should be? Do we really have to go this far?
Feeling a sense of death in many ways, Callion lifted the hem of her nightgown. He was about to tell her to do it herself, but that felt like ordering her to take it off, so he didn't say anything.
He can't believe he feels this bad, no matter what he does.
As he gritted his teeth and moved his hands, Erna shifted, her legs uncomfortable. This brought her body into contact with Callion's, and the unexpected contact startled him, causing him to lose his balance.
He staggered and instinctively reached out to touch the floor. But what he found beneath his hand wasn't the mattress, but Erna's legs, her clothes lifted and exposed.
“Huh!”
“...!”
Callion, who had tried his best to avoid touching her as much as possible, was surprised when he grabbed her inner thigh and pulled his hand away, shaking it frantically like someone who had caught fire.
What?
He doubted if the thing she just caught was actually human. "What? Why is it so soft? Why is it so squishy?"
The feeling of Erna's leg that he had just held was a truly unfamiliar sensation to him.
He knew well the feeling of holding a human body. It was only natural, after all, that he trained daily with other knights to strengthen his body. Being a knight wasn't just about mastering swordsmanship. Not only for physical strength, but also to evenly train the entire body and prepare for situations without a sword, knights were also required to learn martial arts.
Binding someone's arms behind their back, strangling them, or breaking their legs. He knew, because he practiced it constantly, what it felt like to hold someone's hand—skin, muscle, and bone. No, he thought he knew it.
Still shaking his hands, he looked at Erna's leg, where he'd just grabbed her. The spot on her long, slender white leg where he'd grabbed her had turned red. It was unbelievable. Where else could someone's skin change like that after just one grab? And...
'Can it be this soft?'
The skin he just touched was distinctly different from that of the knights. It was a sensation he never felt before. If he had to find a similar texture, it would be the Grand Duke's robes, worn occasionally for ceremonial occasions. It was similar to the silk attached to the front of those robes. It wasn't an unpleasant sensation. However, the fact that it belonged to Erna made Callion wipe his hands frantically on the robe.
"Ha."
Erna, who was watching the scene, let out a short breath as if she was dumbfounded. Then she spoke in an irritated voice.
“You’re not the only one feeling bad, are you?”
“...”
Callion, about to say he was simply surprised rather than offended, closed his mouth. After all, what did it matter how he felt? He gathered his wits again. Now, his only goal was one thing.
He'll finish quickly and go back.
So now, no matter what happens, he won't be surprised or stop. Erna's body jerked violently as Callion roughly lifted her nightgown. Looking down, he saw her slender waist and long legs, and the underwear covering them.
“...”
The resolve he had a moment ago to finish quickly and without stopping was shattered in an instant. He clearly believed he could finish quickly and leave when he entered the room.
What's so great about a woman's naked body? After all, both men and women are made of flesh and bone. If Cedric had heard, he'd look at him with a disgusted expression, saying, "You don't mean that, do you, Your Highness?" But he was sincere. Why should he be so agitated just because she's a little thinner and more curvy?
But that wasn't it. It was clearly the same person, yet they weren't the same. He couldn't take his eyes off the graceful curves, the kind he wouldn't find on a man's body.
Callion gritted his teeth until they almost crumbled. It was nothing. He just had to pull down her underwear, spread her legs, and insert his erect penis into a woman's vagina, though he couldn't quite place it...
"Shit."
A harsh sound escaped his teeth. Even Erna, who had been lying there in such a tense atmosphere, was startled and looked back at him.
Callion admitted.
'I can't touch it.'
He tried to reach out and grab Erna's underwear, but he couldn't even reach close, let alone grab it. Embarrassment? Shame? He never felt anything like that. So why was he hesitating now?
Then, Callion soon found the answer.
Disgust.
It was the deepest emotion that had been flowing between Erna and him for ten years. The memory of her screaming that she would kill anyone who touched her across this bed was still vivid.
Callion quickly got up and climbed out of bed. Erna then abruptly stood up, quickly pulling down my pajamas and wrapping herself in the blanket on the bed. Just like that day ten years ago.
Then, after sobbing for a long time, she collapsed on the bed and didn't make a sound.
Anxious, Callion stood up and approached her. Erna was curled up, as if to prevent anyone from touching her. After confirming that she wasn't dead, Callion sat down on the sofa and downed the remaining alcohol he'd left in one gulp.
The room was the same as it had been ten years ago. Erna's appearance had changed, but her actions remained the same, and so was he. It was still as horrific as it had been ten years ago.
When she opened her eyes, Erna held her breath. Her body was tightly bound by something.
“What is this... ah...”
She tried to tell herself what was happening, but she groaned as a terrible pain struck her. What's happening? Where am I? What happened to me?
This was clearly the Grand Duke's castle. But something like this couldn't happen to her inside the castle. Erna blinked desperately, trying to clear her vision. Amidst a throbbing headache, she began to slowly realize the situation she was in.
'Bedding?'
She thought she was tied up, but then she realized a white blanket was wrapped tightly around her body. Erna wiggled her body and peeked her face out from between the blankets.
"Ha."
Instead of the hot, stuffy air under the blankets, a cool breeze filled her chest. She took a deep breath and looked around. Where am I? This isn't my room? Even through her blurry vision, she realized it wasn't her room, and as she tried to get up, a splitting headache struck again.
"Ouch..."
Erna, who sat down again, clutching her head, remembered that she had once drunk the fruit wine she had received.
'Why did I drink that?'
At that moment, a voice was heard from behind.
“You’re awake.”
"Oh my!"
Erna turned around, startled by the sudden voice of a man. There sat Callion. Erna tried to back away, but the still-unraveled blankets tangled in her, causing her to fall backwards. Rolling back onto the bed like a caterpillar, she struggled to crawl out of the covers, groaning and screaming.
“What! Why are you here!”
“You still seem to be half-asleep... You probably remember what happened last night, right? At least until you started drinking.”
Callion's voice was worn, like someone who had endured a great deal of hardship. At his words, Erna began to recall the events of the previous night, one by one. The letters from the two kingdoms and the agreement between them. The room she had returned to after ten years. Alcohol. And...
Erna hurriedly felt around her body. Fortunately, she was still wearing her pajamas. She felt between her legs and asked Callion.
“Did you do it?”
"What?"
“Did you do it?”
She had absolutely no memory of the aftermath of drinking, as if someone had wiped it from her mind. But one thing she knew for sure: Erna was lying in bed, telling Callion what to do.
“You’re drunk.”
Otherwise, there would be no way to grab him by directly touching his body.
"Of course. How can you do this without being drunk? Anyway, don't run away and do it quickly. Or are you too physically unable to do it? If that's the case, then be honest."
Callion bit his lip at Erna's attempt to provoke his temper. It was an unusual provocation. But just as he always got on Erna's nerves, Erna, too, had a knack for getting on his nerves with trivial remarks.
Her mocking words, asking if he could stand up, stung Callion's pride. Meanwhile, the intoxicated Erna continued to spit out words that irritated him.
"It's nothing special anyway. They said you could just stand it up, put it in, and then pee. If you can't even do that..."
At that moment, Callion pressed his finger against her forehead. Erna, who had been standing, fell limply back onto the bed. As she blinked, unable to believe she'd fallen to Callion's finger, a massive body loomed over her.
“Yeah, nothing special.”
Callion said, gritting his teeth.
“So, just try to endure it for a while.”
Callion used his knee to spread Erna's legs. Her face turned pale. With his massive body completely between her legs, she gasped for breath. As if he were devouring her.
Callion hesitated, then reached out and grabbed the hem of Erna's nightgown. He then lifted her skirt, trying to keep his hands out of Erna's reach. Even as he did so, a sense of self-loathing weighed on his shoulders. This was clearly consensual. But Erna was drunk and crying, and he was trying his best to avoid touching her. It felt like she was secretly harassing a drunk woman.
Is this how it should be? Do we really have to go this far?
Feeling a sense of death in many ways, Callion lifted the hem of her nightgown. He was about to tell her to do it herself, but that felt like ordering her to take it off, so he didn't say anything.
He can't believe he feels this bad, no matter what he does.
As he gritted his teeth and moved his hands, Erna shifted, her legs uncomfortable. This brought her body into contact with Callion's, and the unexpected contact startled him, causing him to lose his balance.
He staggered and instinctively reached out to touch the floor. But what he found beneath his hand wasn't the mattress, but Erna's legs, her clothes lifted and exposed.
“Huh!”
“...!”
Callion, who had tried his best to avoid touching her as much as possible, was surprised when he grabbed her inner thigh and pulled his hand away, shaking it frantically like someone who had caught fire.
What?
He doubted if the thing she just caught was actually human. "What? Why is it so soft? Why is it so squishy?"
The feeling of Erna's leg that he had just held was a truly unfamiliar sensation to him.
He knew well the feeling of holding a human body. It was only natural, after all, that he trained daily with other knights to strengthen his body. Being a knight wasn't just about mastering swordsmanship. Not only for physical strength, but also to evenly train the entire body and prepare for situations without a sword, knights were also required to learn martial arts.
Binding someone's arms behind their back, strangling them, or breaking their legs. He knew, because he practiced it constantly, what it felt like to hold someone's hand—skin, muscle, and bone. No, he thought he knew it.
Still shaking his hands, he looked at Erna's leg, where he'd just grabbed her. The spot on her long, slender white leg where he'd grabbed her had turned red. It was unbelievable. Where else could someone's skin change like that after just one grab? And...
'Can it be this soft?'
The skin he just touched was distinctly different from that of the knights. It was a sensation he never felt before. If he had to find a similar texture, it would be the Grand Duke's robes, worn occasionally for ceremonial occasions. It was similar to the silk attached to the front of those robes. It wasn't an unpleasant sensation. However, the fact that it belonged to Erna made Callion wipe his hands frantically on the robe.
"Ha."
Erna, who was watching the scene, let out a short breath as if she was dumbfounded. Then she spoke in an irritated voice.
“You’re not the only one feeling bad, are you?”
“...”
Callion, about to say he was simply surprised rather than offended, closed his mouth. After all, what did it matter how he felt? He gathered his wits again. Now, his only goal was one thing.
He'll finish quickly and go back.
So now, no matter what happens, he won't be surprised or stop. Erna's body jerked violently as Callion roughly lifted her nightgown. Looking down, he saw her slender waist and long legs, and the underwear covering them.
“...”
The resolve he had a moment ago to finish quickly and without stopping was shattered in an instant. He clearly believed he could finish quickly and leave when he entered the room.
What's so great about a woman's naked body? After all, both men and women are made of flesh and bone. If Cedric had heard, he'd look at him with a disgusted expression, saying, "You don't mean that, do you, Your Highness?" But he was sincere. Why should he be so agitated just because she's a little thinner and more curvy?
But that wasn't it. It was clearly the same person, yet they weren't the same. He couldn't take his eyes off the graceful curves, the kind he wouldn't find on a man's body.
Callion gritted his teeth until they almost crumbled. It was nothing. He just had to pull down her underwear, spread her legs, and insert his erect penis into a woman's vagina, though he couldn't quite place it...
"Shit."
A harsh sound escaped his teeth. Even Erna, who had been lying there in such a tense atmosphere, was startled and looked back at him.
Callion admitted.
'I can't touch it.'
He tried to reach out and grab Erna's underwear, but he couldn't even reach close, let alone grab it. Embarrassment? Shame? He never felt anything like that. So why was he hesitating now?
Then, Callion soon found the answer.
Disgust.
It was the deepest emotion that had been flowing between Erna and him for ten years. The memory of her screaming that she would kill anyone who touched her across this bed was still vivid.
Callion quickly got up and climbed out of bed. Erna then abruptly stood up, quickly pulling down my pajamas and wrapping herself in the blanket on the bed. Just like that day ten years ago.
Then, after sobbing for a long time, she collapsed on the bed and didn't make a sound.
Anxious, Callion stood up and approached her. Erna was curled up, as if to prevent anyone from touching her. After confirming that she wasn't dead, Callion sat down on the sofa and downed the remaining alcohol he'd left in one gulp.
The room was the same as it had been ten years ago. Erna's appearance had changed, but her actions remained the same, and so was he. It was still as horrific as it had been ten years ago.
***
When she opened her eyes, Erna held her breath. Her body was tightly bound by something.
“What is this... ah...”
She tried to tell herself what was happening, but she groaned as a terrible pain struck her. What's happening? Where am I? What happened to me?
This was clearly the Grand Duke's castle. But something like this couldn't happen to her inside the castle. Erna blinked desperately, trying to clear her vision. Amidst a throbbing headache, she began to slowly realize the situation she was in.
'Bedding?'
She thought she was tied up, but then she realized a white blanket was wrapped tightly around her body. Erna wiggled her body and peeked her face out from between the blankets.
"Ha."
Instead of the hot, stuffy air under the blankets, a cool breeze filled her chest. She took a deep breath and looked around. Where am I? This isn't my room? Even through her blurry vision, she realized it wasn't her room, and as she tried to get up, a splitting headache struck again.
"Ouch..."
Erna, who sat down again, clutching her head, remembered that she had once drunk the fruit wine she had received.
'Why did I drink that?'
At that moment, a voice was heard from behind.
“You’re awake.”
"Oh my!"
Erna turned around, startled by the sudden voice of a man. There sat Callion. Erna tried to back away, but the still-unraveled blankets tangled in her, causing her to fall backwards. Rolling back onto the bed like a caterpillar, she struggled to crawl out of the covers, groaning and screaming.
“What! Why are you here!”
“You still seem to be half-asleep... You probably remember what happened last night, right? At least until you started drinking.”
Callion's voice was worn, like someone who had endured a great deal of hardship. At his words, Erna began to recall the events of the previous night, one by one. The letters from the two kingdoms and the agreement between them. The room she had returned to after ten years. Alcohol. And...
Erna hurriedly felt around her body. Fortunately, she was still wearing her pajamas. She felt between her legs and asked Callion.
“Did you do it?”
"What?"
“Did you do it?”
She had absolutely no memory of the aftermath of drinking, as if someone had wiped it from her mind. But one thing she knew for sure: Erna was lying in bed, telling Callion what to do.
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