"...Uh?"
She looked at the clock in the bedroom, then returned to her room and looked at the grandfather clock. The two clocks were showing different times. It was only after she found the other clock on the fireplace in her room that she realized the grandfather clock in her room was broken.
“What? Is there still 30 minutes left?”
That was why Callion was nowhere to be seen. Erna pondered what to do, regretting that she had rushed into action on her own for no reason. After washing up with warm water, she felt so weary that she kept yawning. She thought about getting some sleep in her room, but she felt that if she fell asleep now, she would never be able to wake up.
Then, Erna's gaze fell upon the bed in the bedroom. It had originally been made for the Grand Duke and Grand Duchess. There had been a wall between the two of them ten years ago. And it was where she had drunk alone and fallen fast asleep a week ago.
To be honest, for Erna, it was an object associated with not-so-good memories—no, very terrible memories. However, while staying in this room for the entire week, she seemed to have gotten used to it before she knew it.
Erna hesitated for a moment, then climbed onto the bed. The thin sheets emitted a pleasant scent mixed with the smell of sunshine, as if the servants changed them every day. She wriggled slowly and slipped right under the covers. The sheets, which felt even cleaner because they were slightly rough, were cool at first, but soon warmed up with her body heat.
'I wonder if I can just get some sleep here for a bit... and wake up when I hear Callion coming in.'
Since she hadn't been drinking today, she would surely be able to hear him coming in. Overconfident in herself like that, Erna fell asleep just like that.
And now.
“...What is this?”
Erna woke up and blinked at the sight of Callion lying beside her. Is this a dream? Why is he lying next to me?
She had just woken up and was still groggy. Wondering what on earth had happened, she tried to sit up, but Callion opened his eyes at her movement. Just as Erna was about to ask him what had happened, Callion suddenly grabbed her wrist. Then, his face leaned in close to hers.
“Hey, what are you doing...!”
Startled, Erna tried to scream, but her voice was swallowed by lips that approached in an instant. Just as she felt something soft and squishy touching her lips, they pressed down with tremendous force. The moment she realized those were Callion's lips, Erna got goosebumps.
I must be crazy!
Or maybe the person clinging to me right now isn't Callion.
Otherwise, there was no way to explain the situation. Startled, Erna tried to push him away. However, her body, having just woken up, was powerless. Far from being pushed back by her weak force, Carllion did not budge at all. That was not all. The moment her tightly pressed lips parted, a warm, wet tongue pushed its way into her mouth.
“...!”
Erna's eyes widened at the unfamiliar sensation.
“Ugh! Ugh!”
"Hey, you crazy bastard!" she shouted, but only muffled moans escaped from between their pressed lips. Meanwhile, Callion tightened his grip on Erna's wrist and threw her onto the bed. His mountain-like body swiftly climbed on top of her. All the while, he continued to stir inside her mouth.
Erna could not regain her composure. The shock brought about by this unbelievable situation was one thing, but the stimulus being applied to her now confused her.
His tongue, having invaded her without permission, was extremely violent. It scoured and sucked every nook and cranny of Erna's mouth as if it were its own.
As Erna had never experienced such contact with others before, Callion's actions served as an even greater stimulus.
Callion explored the inside of her mouth for a long time. He finally pulled his lips away only when there was no place left unlicked. Erna, breathless, could do nothing but lie there panting. The saliva of the two mingled to form a silver line. Callion licked his lips with his tongue and muttered.
"Delicious."
Erna was dumbfounded when an unexpected word came out of him. Am I some kind of food? Delicious?
Callion let go of Erna's wrist. Then he grabbed her ankle. His long, thick hand climbed up her leg. At the touch that swept across her entire leg, Erna froze in place and could not even breathe.
She never knew it would feel like someone was touching her body. It felt as though every nerve in her body had concentrated where Callion's hand had touched. Then, Erna's eyes met Callion's.
“...?”
She soon realized that he was different from usual. True to his nature as a knight, Callion always had a sharp gaze. He followed her every movement with his eyes, never missing a beat. Looking at that look, Erna wondered to herself if he was seeing every speck of dust floating in the air without missing a beat. That once-sharp gaze was now somehow hazy and unfocused.
Is he drunk?
However, on the first day, it was Callion who had emptied that huge bottle of liquor all by himself and remained perfectly fine without even stumbling over his words once. For a guy like him to end up like this, drinking just one or two bottles wouldn't be enough. Perhaps he would have to go inside a barrel and come out. But there was absolutely no smell of alcohol coming from Callion, who was currently on top of her.
Callion's hand, which had been stroking her leg as it moved up, stopped at her knee. Then, suddenly gripping the inside of her thigh, he muttered in a low voice.
It was here.
He clutched the tender flesh on the inside of Erna's leg with his hand.
“Hmph!”
Startled, Erna shuddered, but Callion still didn't care and tightened his grip. Then, with a satisfied expression, he spoke.
It's still soft.
“...”
Erna was truly left speechless. What kind of nonsense is he spouting after touching other people's bodies? And 'still'? It meant he had touched her once before. He must have touched her on that day she couldn't remember because of the alcohol. Erna, who was about to kick Callion right then and there, held back for a moment.
Tonight was a night that had to be done. Naturally, Callion must have known that well. Perhaps this unusual behavior was his own way of trying to raise a successor. Seeing how strange his eyes looked, she even wondered if he had taken some kind of drug to cloud his mind rather than just alcohol.
'In that case... I guess I'll have to endure it.'
Since she was guilty of passing out from drinking last time, she couldn't really take issue with Callion. All she could do was hope this ended quickly.
But why do you keep touching me?
Thinking it might be because she had her legs pressed tightly together, Erna swallowed her embarrassment and spread them slightly to make it easier for him to settle in. She hoped he might take his hands off her legs, but...
“...?”
Far from letting go, he began to stroke the tender flesh on the inside of her thigh without hesitation.
“Hey, you there! Hmph!”
Erna was about to shout for him not to touch her, but the moment the back of Callion's hand, which had traveled up her leg, touched the most intimate spot between her thighs, she flinched violently in surprise. Perhaps startled by the intensity of her reaction, Callion briefly withdrew his hand. However, he soon reached out again and pressed the back of his hand firmly against her underwear.
“Ah, ugh!”
The stimulation that touched the most intimate part of her body without warning caused her to freeze in place. As if enjoying Erna's reaction, Callion now gripped her genitals with his entire palm. Then, his fingers caught on Erna's underwear.
Erna squeezed her eyes shut. She thought he was about to take off her underwear. However, Callion's hand lightly stroked the inside of her underwear and withdrew. Then, he grabbed the bottom hem of her nightgown and pulled it up to her chest. In an instant, her legs and stomach were exposed right before Callion's eyes.
He placed his hand on her fully exposed, flat stomach. Then, just as he had stroked her legs, he slowly caressed her white belly.
"Ugh..."
Erna bit her lip and stifled a moan at the strange sensation spreading through her body. A hand that looked like it would completely cover her stomach rose up and stroked it forcefully, as if to confirm something. Each time, Erna's body flinched and jumped.
Callion's hands were rougher than she had expected. Were they formed from gripping a sword? Hard calluses all over his palms lightly scraped against her soft skin. At that sensation, Erna felt as if even the fine hairs on her body were standing on end.
Every time he moved his palm, a tingling sensation spread throughout her body, causing her toes to curl involuntarily. As if her belly were a fun toy, Callion stroked it for a long time before withdrawing his hand.
It was a trivial act. Don't parents sometimes stroke their children's bellies with warm hands when they have a stomachache? It is merely one of the ordinary parts of the body—not openly displayed, yet not exactly secretive either...
Erna realized that although she had merely lay still and accepted his touch, her breathing had become ragged as if she had run with all her might. As Callion withdrew his hand, Erna sprang to her feet. Just as she was about to tell him to stop acting strangely and get back to work, she saw her eyes between his legs.
“Hey, you... you...”
She pointed at his lower body with her finger.
Callion's pajamas were made of a material similar to Erna's. A thin, white cloth with a pleasant texture, produced in the northern mountains of Hessengard. Because of this, when he occasionally stretched, the shape of his chest muscles was visible through the fabric clinging tightly to his clothes. And now, beneath that fabric, the outline of something massive was visible.
She looked at the clock in the bedroom, then returned to her room and looked at the grandfather clock. The two clocks were showing different times. It was only after she found the other clock on the fireplace in her room that she realized the grandfather clock in her room was broken.
“What? Is there still 30 minutes left?”
That was why Callion was nowhere to be seen. Erna pondered what to do, regretting that she had rushed into action on her own for no reason. After washing up with warm water, she felt so weary that she kept yawning. She thought about getting some sleep in her room, but she felt that if she fell asleep now, she would never be able to wake up.
Then, Erna's gaze fell upon the bed in the bedroom. It had originally been made for the Grand Duke and Grand Duchess. There had been a wall between the two of them ten years ago. And it was where she had drunk alone and fallen fast asleep a week ago.
To be honest, for Erna, it was an object associated with not-so-good memories—no, very terrible memories. However, while staying in this room for the entire week, she seemed to have gotten used to it before she knew it.
Erna hesitated for a moment, then climbed onto the bed. The thin sheets emitted a pleasant scent mixed with the smell of sunshine, as if the servants changed them every day. She wriggled slowly and slipped right under the covers. The sheets, which felt even cleaner because they were slightly rough, were cool at first, but soon warmed up with her body heat.
'I wonder if I can just get some sleep here for a bit... and wake up when I hear Callion coming in.'
Since she hadn't been drinking today, she would surely be able to hear him coming in. Overconfident in herself like that, Erna fell asleep just like that.
And now.
“...What is this?”
Erna woke up and blinked at the sight of Callion lying beside her. Is this a dream? Why is he lying next to me?
She had just woken up and was still groggy. Wondering what on earth had happened, she tried to sit up, but Callion opened his eyes at her movement. Just as Erna was about to ask him what had happened, Callion suddenly grabbed her wrist. Then, his face leaned in close to hers.
“Hey, what are you doing...!”
Startled, Erna tried to scream, but her voice was swallowed by lips that approached in an instant. Just as she felt something soft and squishy touching her lips, they pressed down with tremendous force. The moment she realized those were Callion's lips, Erna got goosebumps.
I must be crazy!
Or maybe the person clinging to me right now isn't Callion.
Otherwise, there was no way to explain the situation. Startled, Erna tried to push him away. However, her body, having just woken up, was powerless. Far from being pushed back by her weak force, Carllion did not budge at all. That was not all. The moment her tightly pressed lips parted, a warm, wet tongue pushed its way into her mouth.
“...!”
Erna's eyes widened at the unfamiliar sensation.
“Ugh! Ugh!”
"Hey, you crazy bastard!" she shouted, but only muffled moans escaped from between their pressed lips. Meanwhile, Callion tightened his grip on Erna's wrist and threw her onto the bed. His mountain-like body swiftly climbed on top of her. All the while, he continued to stir inside her mouth.
Erna could not regain her composure. The shock brought about by this unbelievable situation was one thing, but the stimulus being applied to her now confused her.
His tongue, having invaded her without permission, was extremely violent. It scoured and sucked every nook and cranny of Erna's mouth as if it were its own.
As Erna had never experienced such contact with others before, Callion's actions served as an even greater stimulus.
Callion explored the inside of her mouth for a long time. He finally pulled his lips away only when there was no place left unlicked. Erna, breathless, could do nothing but lie there panting. The saliva of the two mingled to form a silver line. Callion licked his lips with his tongue and muttered.
"Delicious."
Erna was dumbfounded when an unexpected word came out of him. Am I some kind of food? Delicious?
Callion let go of Erna's wrist. Then he grabbed her ankle. His long, thick hand climbed up her leg. At the touch that swept across her entire leg, Erna froze in place and could not even breathe.
She never knew it would feel like someone was touching her body. It felt as though every nerve in her body had concentrated where Callion's hand had touched. Then, Erna's eyes met Callion's.
“...?”
She soon realized that he was different from usual. True to his nature as a knight, Callion always had a sharp gaze. He followed her every movement with his eyes, never missing a beat. Looking at that look, Erna wondered to herself if he was seeing every speck of dust floating in the air without missing a beat. That once-sharp gaze was now somehow hazy and unfocused.
Is he drunk?
However, on the first day, it was Callion who had emptied that huge bottle of liquor all by himself and remained perfectly fine without even stumbling over his words once. For a guy like him to end up like this, drinking just one or two bottles wouldn't be enough. Perhaps he would have to go inside a barrel and come out. But there was absolutely no smell of alcohol coming from Callion, who was currently on top of her.
Callion's hand, which had been stroking her leg as it moved up, stopped at her knee. Then, suddenly gripping the inside of her thigh, he muttered in a low voice.
It was here.
He clutched the tender flesh on the inside of Erna's leg with his hand.
“Hmph!”
Startled, Erna shuddered, but Callion still didn't care and tightened his grip. Then, with a satisfied expression, he spoke.
It's still soft.
“...”
Erna was truly left speechless. What kind of nonsense is he spouting after touching other people's bodies? And 'still'? It meant he had touched her once before. He must have touched her on that day she couldn't remember because of the alcohol. Erna, who was about to kick Callion right then and there, held back for a moment.
Tonight was a night that had to be done. Naturally, Callion must have known that well. Perhaps this unusual behavior was his own way of trying to raise a successor. Seeing how strange his eyes looked, she even wondered if he had taken some kind of drug to cloud his mind rather than just alcohol.
'In that case... I guess I'll have to endure it.'
Since she was guilty of passing out from drinking last time, she couldn't really take issue with Callion. All she could do was hope this ended quickly.
But why do you keep touching me?
Thinking it might be because she had her legs pressed tightly together, Erna swallowed her embarrassment and spread them slightly to make it easier for him to settle in. She hoped he might take his hands off her legs, but...
“...?”
Far from letting go, he began to stroke the tender flesh on the inside of her thigh without hesitation.
“Hey, you there! Hmph!”
Erna was about to shout for him not to touch her, but the moment the back of Callion's hand, which had traveled up her leg, touched the most intimate spot between her thighs, she flinched violently in surprise. Perhaps startled by the intensity of her reaction, Callion briefly withdrew his hand. However, he soon reached out again and pressed the back of his hand firmly against her underwear.
“Ah, ugh!”
The stimulation that touched the most intimate part of her body without warning caused her to freeze in place. As if enjoying Erna's reaction, Callion now gripped her genitals with his entire palm. Then, his fingers caught on Erna's underwear.
Erna squeezed her eyes shut. She thought he was about to take off her underwear. However, Callion's hand lightly stroked the inside of her underwear and withdrew. Then, he grabbed the bottom hem of her nightgown and pulled it up to her chest. In an instant, her legs and stomach were exposed right before Callion's eyes.
He placed his hand on her fully exposed, flat stomach. Then, just as he had stroked her legs, he slowly caressed her white belly.
"Ugh..."
Erna bit her lip and stifled a moan at the strange sensation spreading through her body. A hand that looked like it would completely cover her stomach rose up and stroked it forcefully, as if to confirm something. Each time, Erna's body flinched and jumped.
Callion's hands were rougher than she had expected. Were they formed from gripping a sword? Hard calluses all over his palms lightly scraped against her soft skin. At that sensation, Erna felt as if even the fine hairs on her body were standing on end.
Every time he moved his palm, a tingling sensation spread throughout her body, causing her toes to curl involuntarily. As if her belly were a fun toy, Callion stroked it for a long time before withdrawing his hand.
It was a trivial act. Don't parents sometimes stroke their children's bellies with warm hands when they have a stomachache? It is merely one of the ordinary parts of the body—not openly displayed, yet not exactly secretive either...
Erna realized that although she had merely lay still and accepted his touch, her breathing had become ragged as if she had run with all her might. As Callion withdrew his hand, Erna sprang to her feet. Just as she was about to tell him to stop acting strangely and get back to work, she saw her eyes between his legs.
“Hey, you... you...”
She pointed at his lower body with her finger.
Callion's pajamas were made of a material similar to Erna's. A thin, white cloth with a pleasant texture, produced in the northern mountains of Hessengard. Because of this, when he occasionally stretched, the shape of his chest muscles was visible through the fabric clinging tightly to his clothes. And now, beneath that fabric, the outline of something massive was visible.
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