Erna, realizing what Callion was about to do, struggled in surprise, but it was already too late. Callion climbed higher on top of Erna and pinned her tightly between his legs. With hasty movements, he unbuttoned the ceremonial robes he was wearing. Annoyingly, the traditional robes of Hessengar had quite a lot of buttons.
In the end, Callion just snatched and ripped off a few of the buttons attached to the bottom. He burst out laughing as he watched Erna's gaze follow the rolling buttons. Why is she so surprised? Her own clothes would end up like this soon enough anyway.
Callion quickly threw off his shirt and reached for Erna's collar. Erna looked at his hand for a moment, then lowered her eyes.
'At first, she tried to kill me just for touching her.'
Callion was suddenly reminded of the day he first met Erna in this room. That day, they had both drunk first because being together was so awkward and painful. What was it like when their bodies first touched after that? He didn't remember the details clearly, but he did recall that they both wiped their hands on their clothes as if they had touched something they shouldn't have. But...
"You've gotten used to it."
"...What?"
At Callion's sudden words, Erna looked at him again. Under the lamplight, her green eyes twinkled as she met his gaze. Callion couldn't help but think that those green eyes were quite pretty. The moment he realized this, his hand paused for a moment.
When was the last time I thought something was pretty?
"I thought you wouldn't avoid it anymore."
At Callion's words, Erna flinched in surprise and tried to push away the hand that was fussing over her collar. Of course, Callion was not the type to back down just because of that.
He let out a small laugh as he unbuttoned Erna's shirt.
"It's too late to pretend you don't like it now."
"Get your hand off me!"
At Erna's shout, Callion unexpectedly withdrew his hand obediently. Then, he spoke in a relaxed voice.
“If you say you will take it off yourselves, there is no reason for me to refuse.”
"...What?"
“Then are you going to do it with it on? But I think I’ll have no choice but to tear this outfit unless I take it off from the top.”
"You..."
Erna was speechless at Callion's sly answer.
It was strange. The old Callion never spoke like this. Aside from the basic affirmative and negative expressions used to voice opinions during council meetings, the only words she could hear from Callion's mouth were things like "you" or "pumpkin." Because of this, Erna secretly scoffed, thinking that perhaps it was because he spent every day holding a sword that his level of language was truly simple.
However, Erna had to erase that judgment from her mind right now. After all, she was the one unable to find words to retort. It was a mystery how Callion's tongue had started moving so effortlessly on earth.
“What do you want to do?”
“...”
“Do you want to take it off? Shall I undress you?”
Erna turned her face away without answering. She realized her face was flushed from the cool sensation of the sheet against her cheek.
She was angry. She had to be. Otherwise, there would have been no reason for her face to flush at Callion's words just moments ago. In the past, she would have scoffed, thinking, "How dare he use such vulgar language?"
“...”
Erna silently clutched the bedsheet beneath her. Meanwhile, Callion's hand, which had been fiddling with Erna's collar, slowly unbuttoned her clothes one by one.
Despite having torn off his own clothes just moments ago, his hands were incredibly slow as he undressed Erna. As the buttons, which had been tightly fastened all the way up to her neck, came undone one by one, her white skin was revealed.
As the button on her bulging chest came undone, Callion slipped his hand through the gap in her collar.
“...!”
Erna tensed up, wondering if Callion was going to torment her breasts again. However, Callion's fingers fiddled over her underwear. After lightly scratching the nipple that had suddenly risen with his fingernails, he resumed unbuttoning her shirt as if he had no further business.
Erna felt somehow frustrated by Callion's actions.
Is that it? Without bothering them anymore, like always?
She should be thankful... but strangely, the edge of her chest, where his finger had merely brushed past, tickled.
His hand, which had been calmly unbuttoning, had already moved down to above the navel. As the well-shaped, hollowed-out navel was revealed, Callion's hand rummaged back inside the clothes. His hand unhesitatingly groped the bare skin that was fully exposed.
“Hmph...”
Erna twisted her body. With that movement, the clothes that were half-hanging parted.
“Tsk.”
Although he should have been glad to have been spared some trouble, Callion involuntarily clicked his tongue. Thanks to that, Callion realized something. He was actually quite enjoying this act. To him, it was not a chore, but a game.
Come to think of it, it had always been like this. Before properly intertwining with Erna, he would put considerable effort into touching and rubbing her entire body, then suck, and sometimes bite just enough not to hurt. All those acts were pleasurable and led to gratification. Soft, warm, and...
He, who had been touching Erna's body like someone possessed, quickly composed himself. For the real pleasure he could taste had not even begun yet.
When the hand that had been stroking her stomach for a long time went back down, Erna deliberately closed her legs and twisted her body.
It was because, even though she had only properly slept with Callion for one day, her body, remembering it vividly, began to get wet on its own. And she was ashamed that Callion knew about it.
She thought it was no big deal. She believed that producing an heir was a duty she had to fulfill, whether she hated it or not, and that it was a humiliation she would never have to endure again if she just gritted her teeth a few times. She had never once imagined that she would feel pleasure while engaging in such acts with Callion. Yet, before she knew it, she found herself feeling a sense of longing when his hand withdrew. Erna was terribly ashamed of this. Truly... to the point where she felt it would be better to die than to be caught in this state.
So Erna pushed away Callion's hand that was unbuttoning the bottom. To Callion, who was looking at her as if asking why, Erna stammered.
“I’ll solve it...”
At those words, Callion quickly withdrew his hand. It was annoying enough that he was touching her while saying such things, but to think that removing his hand was also annoying. As he stepped back briefly, Erna stood up and unbuttoned the remaining button on her lower body.
Callion's gaze was watching her movements as if licking them. As a result, Erna's fingers slipped again and again. At Erna's behavior, Callion spoke up.
"You."
“Why, why?”
Erna flinched at the voice that had dropped low and cracked hoarsely, and asked back.
“I’ve been thinking this for a while... it seems like they have a knack for driving people crazy.”
He used to turn people's insides with words, but now he's driving them crazy with actions like this. Thinking that Callion has a truly amazing and terrifying talent, she moved her body.
“What’s that sound... Aaaah!”
Erna screamed in surprise as she was suddenly thrown backward. In the blink of an eye, the ceremonial robe, which had been hanging precariously, was stripped off and tossed somewhere beside the bed. Feeling the hard muscles covering her body, Erna hurriedly grabbed his arm.
“Wait, wait! I haven’t washed!”
“...Stop."
In the end, Callion just snatched and ripped off a few of the buttons attached to the bottom. He burst out laughing as he watched Erna's gaze follow the rolling buttons. Why is she so surprised? Her own clothes would end up like this soon enough anyway.
Callion quickly threw off his shirt and reached for Erna's collar. Erna looked at his hand for a moment, then lowered her eyes.
'At first, she tried to kill me just for touching her.'
Callion was suddenly reminded of the day he first met Erna in this room. That day, they had both drunk first because being together was so awkward and painful. What was it like when their bodies first touched after that? He didn't remember the details clearly, but he did recall that they both wiped their hands on their clothes as if they had touched something they shouldn't have. But...
"You've gotten used to it."
"...What?"
At Callion's sudden words, Erna looked at him again. Under the lamplight, her green eyes twinkled as she met his gaze. Callion couldn't help but think that those green eyes were quite pretty. The moment he realized this, his hand paused for a moment.
When was the last time I thought something was pretty?
"I thought you wouldn't avoid it anymore."
At Callion's words, Erna flinched in surprise and tried to push away the hand that was fussing over her collar. Of course, Callion was not the type to back down just because of that.
He let out a small laugh as he unbuttoned Erna's shirt.
"It's too late to pretend you don't like it now."
"Get your hand off me!"
At Erna's shout, Callion unexpectedly withdrew his hand obediently. Then, he spoke in a relaxed voice.
“If you say you will take it off yourselves, there is no reason for me to refuse.”
"...What?"
“Then are you going to do it with it on? But I think I’ll have no choice but to tear this outfit unless I take it off from the top.”
"You..."
Erna was speechless at Callion's sly answer.
It was strange. The old Callion never spoke like this. Aside from the basic affirmative and negative expressions used to voice opinions during council meetings, the only words she could hear from Callion's mouth were things like "you" or "pumpkin." Because of this, Erna secretly scoffed, thinking that perhaps it was because he spent every day holding a sword that his level of language was truly simple.
However, Erna had to erase that judgment from her mind right now. After all, she was the one unable to find words to retort. It was a mystery how Callion's tongue had started moving so effortlessly on earth.
“What do you want to do?”
“...”
“Do you want to take it off? Shall I undress you?”
Erna turned her face away without answering. She realized her face was flushed from the cool sensation of the sheet against her cheek.
She was angry. She had to be. Otherwise, there would have been no reason for her face to flush at Callion's words just moments ago. In the past, she would have scoffed, thinking, "How dare he use such vulgar language?"
“...”
Erna silently clutched the bedsheet beneath her. Meanwhile, Callion's hand, which had been fiddling with Erna's collar, slowly unbuttoned her clothes one by one.
Despite having torn off his own clothes just moments ago, his hands were incredibly slow as he undressed Erna. As the buttons, which had been tightly fastened all the way up to her neck, came undone one by one, her white skin was revealed.
As the button on her bulging chest came undone, Callion slipped his hand through the gap in her collar.
“...!”
Erna tensed up, wondering if Callion was going to torment her breasts again. However, Callion's fingers fiddled over her underwear. After lightly scratching the nipple that had suddenly risen with his fingernails, he resumed unbuttoning her shirt as if he had no further business.
Erna felt somehow frustrated by Callion's actions.
Is that it? Without bothering them anymore, like always?
She should be thankful... but strangely, the edge of her chest, where his finger had merely brushed past, tickled.
His hand, which had been calmly unbuttoning, had already moved down to above the navel. As the well-shaped, hollowed-out navel was revealed, Callion's hand rummaged back inside the clothes. His hand unhesitatingly groped the bare skin that was fully exposed.
“Hmph...”
Erna twisted her body. With that movement, the clothes that were half-hanging parted.
“Tsk.”
Although he should have been glad to have been spared some trouble, Callion involuntarily clicked his tongue. Thanks to that, Callion realized something. He was actually quite enjoying this act. To him, it was not a chore, but a game.
Come to think of it, it had always been like this. Before properly intertwining with Erna, he would put considerable effort into touching and rubbing her entire body, then suck, and sometimes bite just enough not to hurt. All those acts were pleasurable and led to gratification. Soft, warm, and...
He, who had been touching Erna's body like someone possessed, quickly composed himself. For the real pleasure he could taste had not even begun yet.
When the hand that had been stroking her stomach for a long time went back down, Erna deliberately closed her legs and twisted her body.
It was because, even though she had only properly slept with Callion for one day, her body, remembering it vividly, began to get wet on its own. And she was ashamed that Callion knew about it.
She thought it was no big deal. She believed that producing an heir was a duty she had to fulfill, whether she hated it or not, and that it was a humiliation she would never have to endure again if she just gritted her teeth a few times. She had never once imagined that she would feel pleasure while engaging in such acts with Callion. Yet, before she knew it, she found herself feeling a sense of longing when his hand withdrew. Erna was terribly ashamed of this. Truly... to the point where she felt it would be better to die than to be caught in this state.
So Erna pushed away Callion's hand that was unbuttoning the bottom. To Callion, who was looking at her as if asking why, Erna stammered.
“I’ll solve it...”
At those words, Callion quickly withdrew his hand. It was annoying enough that he was touching her while saying such things, but to think that removing his hand was also annoying. As he stepped back briefly, Erna stood up and unbuttoned the remaining button on her lower body.
Callion's gaze was watching her movements as if licking them. As a result, Erna's fingers slipped again and again. At Erna's behavior, Callion spoke up.
"You."
“Why, why?”
Erna flinched at the voice that had dropped low and cracked hoarsely, and asked back.
“I’ve been thinking this for a while... it seems like they have a knack for driving people crazy.”
He used to turn people's insides with words, but now he's driving them crazy with actions like this. Thinking that Callion has a truly amazing and terrifying talent, she moved her body.
“What’s that sound... Aaaah!”
Erna screamed in surprise as she was suddenly thrown backward. In the blink of an eye, the ceremonial robe, which had been hanging precariously, was stripped off and tossed somewhere beside the bed. Feeling the hard muscles covering her body, Erna hurriedly grabbed his arm.
“Wait, wait! I haven’t washed!”
“...Stop."
"What?"
Callion grasped Erna's two hands, which were holding his arm, with one hand and lifted them above her head.
In fact, he had wanted to do this ever since he entered this room. No, to be precise, ever since that bastard Marquis Carnarvon started acting arrogantly, bringing up Erna's physical condition. As he listened to the Marquis's words from the side, Callion regretted it inwardly time and time again.
He should have done it sooner. If he had moved a little faster before the two countries started making a fuss, he wouldn't have had to hear such nonsense. No, that bastard wouldn't have even shown up at all.
Callion buried his face in Erna's neck. She recoiled in disgust at the fact that she hadn't washed, yet the only scent he could strongly sense at the tip of his nose was the warm, comforting scent of her skin that he had been inhaling so much over the past few weeks. The only slight difference was the addition of the fragrance of perfume, which seemed to have been lightly sprayed for today's banquet. As the perfume, resembling the scent of flowers in a summer garden, mixed with Erna's natural scent, it seemed to act as an aphrodisiac, stealing away Callion's reason.
“It’s dirty!”
"It's okay."
"I'm not okay!"
Who cares? I like it so much.
Unable to bring himself to say those words, Callion pretended not to hear and buried his face in Erna's neck once again.
“Hmph!”
As he unconsciously stuck out his tongue and licked up her white nape, Erna gave up resisting and squeezed her eyes shut. It was a declaration of surrender, a "I don't care anymore, let whatever happens, happen" attitude. Callion chuckled softly and gladly accepted her surrender. He put his arms around Erna's waist. Even though the banquet had just ended, Erna's stomach was flat, as if she hadn't eaten anything.
Come to think of it, he had hardly seen Erna eat at the banquet. At most, all he had seen was her picking at some soup and roasted vegetables.
"Come to think of it, you barely ate at the banquet. Did you lose your appetite because of that guy?"
“No, it’s just...”
Erna mumbled and answered in a very small voice.
“...I don’t want to gain weight again.”
At Erna's answer, Callion clicked his tongue inwardly. He wondered why she was so thin, and it seemed she didn't usually eat much either.
"So that’s why your stamina was in such a state."
“What’s wrong with my stamina?”
“How was it? Don’t you remember? You fainted before we even did it three times.”
"That's just because you acted like a crazy person!"
Erna responded to Callion's words with genuine resentment. "I indeed tend to eat less, but that doesn't mean I don't eat at all. I fainted that day because Callion had been doing it nonstop, to the point where an ordinary person could never have endured it. To think he would bring that up and treat me like a weakling." Just then, Callion placed his hand on her stomach and spoke again.
“Erna. You have to have a child.”
The voice that had sounded contemptuous just moments ago vanished, and Callion spoke in a soft voice filled with affection. Because of this, Erna stared at him blankly. The hand that had been stroking her stomach had suddenly moved up and cupped Erna's cheek.
“And that’s my child, too.”
At those words, a corner of Erna's heart suddenly ached.
He was always called the heir. The one born between Havand and the Ether royal family, destined to become the future Grand Duke of Hessengard. Something that must be created for the safety of both. A duty that must be fulfilled.
And now, the moment she heard Callion's words, she realized it. The fact that the essence of what she must embrace transcends that complex something and is the single life that Callion and Erna are creating.
“...”
For the first time, Erna became curious about the child she would have. What color would the hair be? What color would the eyes be? Would it be a girl or a boy?
Just as Erna was slightly surprised that she had never even thought of such a basic thing, Callion spoke.
“And... I can’t stand seeing my child weak.”
It was still a gentle voice, but unlike a moment ago, it seemed to carry a certain heaviness.
“Never. You must not be weak. I won’t let that happen.”
“...”
Erna recalled the image of Callion from long ago. The way he staggered back then, unable even to pull on the bed sheets.
After a moment of silence, Callion erased the hardened expression from his face, settled between Erna's legs, and gripped her waist tightly with both hands. This time, Erna's expression hardened at his action. She remembered the last time they had slept together like crazy. Whenever Callion held her like this, it was surely...
Puck!
“Ugh!”
Callion's penis, which was already fully erect, slid unhesitatingly deep into Erna's vagina in one fell swoop.
“What’s the point of bringing that up now?”
In fact, he had wanted to do this ever since he entered this room. No, to be precise, ever since that bastard Marquis Carnarvon started acting arrogantly, bringing up Erna's physical condition. As he listened to the Marquis's words from the side, Callion regretted it inwardly time and time again.
He should have done it sooner. If he had moved a little faster before the two countries started making a fuss, he wouldn't have had to hear such nonsense. No, that bastard wouldn't have even shown up at all.
Callion buried his face in Erna's neck. She recoiled in disgust at the fact that she hadn't washed, yet the only scent he could strongly sense at the tip of his nose was the warm, comforting scent of her skin that he had been inhaling so much over the past few weeks. The only slight difference was the addition of the fragrance of perfume, which seemed to have been lightly sprayed for today's banquet. As the perfume, resembling the scent of flowers in a summer garden, mixed with Erna's natural scent, it seemed to act as an aphrodisiac, stealing away Callion's reason.
“It’s dirty!”
"It's okay."
"I'm not okay!"
Who cares? I like it so much.
Unable to bring himself to say those words, Callion pretended not to hear and buried his face in Erna's neck once again.
“Hmph!”
As he unconsciously stuck out his tongue and licked up her white nape, Erna gave up resisting and squeezed her eyes shut. It was a declaration of surrender, a "I don't care anymore, let whatever happens, happen" attitude. Callion chuckled softly and gladly accepted her surrender. He put his arms around Erna's waist. Even though the banquet had just ended, Erna's stomach was flat, as if she hadn't eaten anything.
Come to think of it, he had hardly seen Erna eat at the banquet. At most, all he had seen was her picking at some soup and roasted vegetables.
"Come to think of it, you barely ate at the banquet. Did you lose your appetite because of that guy?"
“No, it’s just...”
Erna mumbled and answered in a very small voice.
“...I don’t want to gain weight again.”
At Erna's answer, Callion clicked his tongue inwardly. He wondered why she was so thin, and it seemed she didn't usually eat much either.
"So that’s why your stamina was in such a state."
“What’s wrong with my stamina?”
“How was it? Don’t you remember? You fainted before we even did it three times.”
"That's just because you acted like a crazy person!"
Erna responded to Callion's words with genuine resentment. "I indeed tend to eat less, but that doesn't mean I don't eat at all. I fainted that day because Callion had been doing it nonstop, to the point where an ordinary person could never have endured it. To think he would bring that up and treat me like a weakling." Just then, Callion placed his hand on her stomach and spoke again.
“Erna. You have to have a child.”
The voice that had sounded contemptuous just moments ago vanished, and Callion spoke in a soft voice filled with affection. Because of this, Erna stared at him blankly. The hand that had been stroking her stomach had suddenly moved up and cupped Erna's cheek.
“And that’s my child, too.”
At those words, a corner of Erna's heart suddenly ached.
He was always called the heir. The one born between Havand and the Ether royal family, destined to become the future Grand Duke of Hessengard. Something that must be created for the safety of both. A duty that must be fulfilled.
And now, the moment she heard Callion's words, she realized it. The fact that the essence of what she must embrace transcends that complex something and is the single life that Callion and Erna are creating.
“...”
For the first time, Erna became curious about the child she would have. What color would the hair be? What color would the eyes be? Would it be a girl or a boy?
Just as Erna was slightly surprised that she had never even thought of such a basic thing, Callion spoke.
“And... I can’t stand seeing my child weak.”
It was still a gentle voice, but unlike a moment ago, it seemed to carry a certain heaviness.
“Never. You must not be weak. I won’t let that happen.”
“...”
Erna recalled the image of Callion from long ago. The way he staggered back then, unable even to pull on the bed sheets.
After a moment of silence, Callion erased the hardened expression from his face, settled between Erna's legs, and gripped her waist tightly with both hands. This time, Erna's expression hardened at his action. She remembered the last time they had slept together like crazy. Whenever Callion held her like this, it was surely...
Puck!
“Ugh!”
Callion's penis, which was already fully erect, slid unhesitatingly deep into Erna's vagina in one fell swoop.
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