Callion doubted his ears for a moment.
"What...?"
“Let’s do it. Weren’t you here to do that?”
Although he hadn't explicitly stated what they intended to do, it was impossible not to know. This was the couple's bedroom. How many things could a married couple possibly do in a place like this? It was clear, at the very least, that he wasn't suggesting playing a card game on the bed at this hour, dressed like this.
What baffled Callion was Erna's attitude.
Callion knew very well that if it hadn't been for the letter ordering her to produce a successor within a year, Erna would not have entered this room or slept with him under any circumstances. Perhaps that was why Erna had mostly entrusted herself to Callion, as if to say, "Do as you please."
There were times when she moved her hips on her own, but it was because of Callion's urging to try it first.
It was only natural that she was reluctant to do this, so Callion didn't ask Erna for anything more. He thought it would be better if he just took the initiative and finished it quickly. But now, Erna was the one who suggested it first. It was the first time this had happened.
The moment Callion, who had been momentarily dazed, grasped the situation, his face instantly flushed. As he hesitated, unsure of what to say while feeling the heat burning all the way to his ears, Erna made the first move.
Thump. Thump. Erna was now unbuttoning her own clothes, something Callion always used to do. Callion stared intently at Erna as she took off her pajamas, unable to make a sound.
What is happening right now? Am I seeing things?
He doubted the scene before him time and time again, but everything was clearly the reality unfolding right now. With every movement of Erna's fingers, the buttons slowly came undone one by one. Because Callion groaned so roughly while undressing her, it had become natural for Erna to come without underwear. So, when the bottom button was unbuttoned, her full breasts were fully exposed.
“...”
The red marks he had left the day before seemed to tell him that what he was seeing now was not an illusion. Although the buttons kept coming undone, Erna's nightgown still covered most of her chest and remained slightly open. Callion almost instinctively raised his hand to pull back her clothes, but somehow felt that Erna would stop the moment he moved, so he had no choice but to stay still.
Gulp. Just like a moment ago, he swallowed dryly again. Even though it was a trivial movement, now not just his neck but his entire body was aching. In the meantime, Erna, who had unbuttoned all the buttons on her pajamas, hesitated for a moment before reaching out and grabbing the top of his pajamas. Eventually, Callion could not hold back and gripped Erna's wrist.
“You... what’s wrong with you?”
Because not only his throat but also his lips were parched with tension, a terribly low voice came from Callion's mouth.
He must have been inside the Grand Duke's castle all day, so he couldn't have gone somewhere and been bitten by a monster. However, he couldn't understand on earth why she was showing such a different attitude than before.
As Callion looked at her with a suspicious gaze, Erna's face flushed even redder. The question of why she was acting this way sounded like he was asking if there was something wrong with her head.
“Well... it’s just...”
She should have said that since he is working so hard, she would try just as hard, but she couldn't bring herself to say it.
It was Callion who, at the drop of a hat, would speak to her in a sly, teasing tone. If he spoke as he pleased, she didn't know what he might do next, saying, "I don't know what you intend to work hard on or how." Besides...
Erna cooled her flushed cheeks with the back of her hand, looking as if they might burst into flames at any moment.
I'm embarrassed.
I am incredibly embarrassed.
She had never imagined in her life that she would be the one to reach out and undress someone. Especially not if the person was Callion. This sight, which made it look as though she was pouncing on him out of sheer desire, made Erna feel ashamed. Callion at least had the excuse of fighting monsters, but wasn't she perfectly normal? At this rate, it just... it seemed like she was pouncing on him because she truly wanted him.
Although she was so hot she felt dizzy, Erna gritted her teeth and began to unbutton Callion.
“Hey, you...”
As Erna still did not withdraw her hand, just as Callion was about to say something to her, Erna glared at him and spoke.
“Hey, shut your mouth.”
Because of her trembling voice, there wasn't even a shred of intimidation, but Callion didn't say anything more and quietly kept his mouth shut as Erna had instructed.
Callion stared blankly at the white fingers unbuttoning his pajamas. He felt that if he said even one more word, Erna would withdraw her hand. He didn't want that at all costs. So, forgetting even to breathe, Callion simply stared at Erna's fingers.
In the middle of the quiet room, the sound of the fire in the fireplace crackling, the rustling of the fabric parting, and Callion's ragged breathing mingled. Feeling the warm air enveloping his body, he suddenly recalled the events of the morning.
He had unwittingly told the Marquis of Carnarvon, who had come to see him at dawn, that his wife was asleep. That short word, "wife," had made Callion's heart flutter all day long. Although ten years had passed since their marriage, it was a word he had never once uttered.
Whether fortunate or unfortunate, Erna was in a position where she was called the Grand Duke of Hessengard, just like him, rather than his wife. That is why neither Callion nor anyone else used that word. But Erna was undeniably his wife.
Perhaps because of what happened this morning, Callion muttered those words to himself several times today. And each time, feeling a tingling sensation in his fingertips, he tapped on the innocent desk or beat up the knights under the guise of sparring. Yet, the tingling did not go away.
And now, his wife was undressing him. At that fact, Callion felt numb. What was so special about this? Why was his whole body feeling so lethargic and his blood rushing to his head?
Meanwhile, Erna was steadily undressing Callion with trembling hands. She felt ashamed to death that she was undressing him. But at the same time, she couldn't understand why she felt ashamed of this.
They had already done everything they could. She had shown him her most intimate parts and intertwined their bodies. She had even reached climax several times while calling his name. Yet, what is so embarrassing about merely undressing him that she feels ashamed now?
Erna, having unbuttoned all his buttons, fell into thought for a moment. She had to take this off, but Callion's arm got in the way.
“...Lift your arm.”
Then, Callion obeyed Erna's command without a word, like an obedient child. In fact, because he was lifted so easily, Erna had to get out of bed and pull his pajamas up to take them off.
As he took off his shirt, solid muscles were revealed. Erna could see Callion's chest rising and falling significantly. She couldn't understand why he was panting so heavily when she hadn't done anything.
'Since I've taken off his top...'
Now, all that remained was below. Erna's gaze traced down his firm chest and landed on Callion's lower garments. Callion, who had followed her gaze to look down at himself, turned his head away. It was because his erection was standing so hard that it looked as if it would tear through the fabric at any moment.
He hadn't even been able to touch Erna's body with a single finger, but seeing her so agitated, he felt like he had truly become a beast filled with lust, so he tried to turn away. However, Erna moved first.
“Oh, just stay still.”
Although her trembling voice and hands failed to intimidate him in the slightest, Callion once again quietly obeyed Erna's command like a docile lamb. Her hands grasped the strings binding Callion's lower garments and began to untie them. However, because Callion's erection was so hard, Erna's hands ended up rubbing against it.
“Hey, you...”
As if he were already dying, stars flashed before Callion's eyes when the direct stimulus hit him.
“I told you to stay still!”
As Callion twitched his body, a startled Erna let out a scream. Unable to do anything, Callion simply raised one hand and frantically ran it over his face. It was hell, if you could call it that, yet his lower body grew even harder and larger, as if welcoming this stimulation.
Erna was just as flustered as Callion. Was it really this difficult to untie the drawstring of his pants? More importantly, why is this getting bigger and bigger!
Seeing him in heat even as she was untying the rope, she thought that even if he had been poisoned, this was a bit excessive. Moreover, the rope was tied so tightly that Erna's fingers slipped on the tight knot several times.
Callion saw Erna, engrossed in untying the strings with her head bowed right in front of him. As her unbuttoned nightgown swung forward, her chest came fully into his view.
Callion, who had no idea where on earth to direct his gaze, eventually fixed his eyes on Erna's lips, which he judged to be the most wholesome. This was because he himself did not know what he might do if he looked down.
Her lips were tightly pressed together in concentration and pouted. Callion had to desperately think of other things to forget the sensation of his lower body rubbing against Erna's wrists. However, it was impossible to forget this situation with the work the Knights had to do tomorrow, or the contents of the book he had recently started reading.
So Callion desperately began to think of a way to forget this. That is, thinking about what it would feel like if those lips he was seeing right now were to touch his face.
In the meantime, Erna finally succeeded in untying the ropes. Then, she slowly grabbed Callion's lower garments and pulled them down. Just then, the menacing thing beneath the fabric sprang out as if it had been waiting.
The tip was already soaked in a glistening fluid from the continuous stimulation coming from inside the clothes. It felt as though it would soon unleash its lust if stimulated just a little more.
It was something that had been entering her continuously, but since this was the first time she had faced it head-on like this, Erna stared at it blankly for a moment. Then, she slowly raised her head.
Then, her eyes met Callion's, who had been staring at her lips. With such an intense gaze, Erna wondered if she had done something wrong. Just then, Callion spoke.
“Your lips... No.”
Callion quickly shut his mouth. He must have really lost his mind. He almost asked Erna if he could kiss her.
While Callion was flustered, not knowing on earth why he was acting this way, Erna heard his interrupted words and looked extremely perplexed.
'Did I say something wrong?'
Callion, bewildered and unsure why Erna was acting this way, stared at her silently. Erna, who had been shifting her gaze around as if still at a loss, suddenly looked determined and swept her long golden hair behind her ears. Then, she slowly lowered her face. The moment he thought the soft hair touching his lower body tickled him.
"Oh my!"
Callion felt something very soft and moist touch the tip of his. The moment he realized what had touched him, he screamed inwardly.
Why, it's there, not the lips!
"What...?"
“Let’s do it. Weren’t you here to do that?”
Although he hadn't explicitly stated what they intended to do, it was impossible not to know. This was the couple's bedroom. How many things could a married couple possibly do in a place like this? It was clear, at the very least, that he wasn't suggesting playing a card game on the bed at this hour, dressed like this.
What baffled Callion was Erna's attitude.
Callion knew very well that if it hadn't been for the letter ordering her to produce a successor within a year, Erna would not have entered this room or slept with him under any circumstances. Perhaps that was why Erna had mostly entrusted herself to Callion, as if to say, "Do as you please."
There were times when she moved her hips on her own, but it was because of Callion's urging to try it first.
It was only natural that she was reluctant to do this, so Callion didn't ask Erna for anything more. He thought it would be better if he just took the initiative and finished it quickly. But now, Erna was the one who suggested it first. It was the first time this had happened.
The moment Callion, who had been momentarily dazed, grasped the situation, his face instantly flushed. As he hesitated, unsure of what to say while feeling the heat burning all the way to his ears, Erna made the first move.
Thump. Thump. Erna was now unbuttoning her own clothes, something Callion always used to do. Callion stared intently at Erna as she took off her pajamas, unable to make a sound.
What is happening right now? Am I seeing things?
He doubted the scene before him time and time again, but everything was clearly the reality unfolding right now. With every movement of Erna's fingers, the buttons slowly came undone one by one. Because Callion groaned so roughly while undressing her, it had become natural for Erna to come without underwear. So, when the bottom button was unbuttoned, her full breasts were fully exposed.
“...”
The red marks he had left the day before seemed to tell him that what he was seeing now was not an illusion. Although the buttons kept coming undone, Erna's nightgown still covered most of her chest and remained slightly open. Callion almost instinctively raised his hand to pull back her clothes, but somehow felt that Erna would stop the moment he moved, so he had no choice but to stay still.
Gulp. Just like a moment ago, he swallowed dryly again. Even though it was a trivial movement, now not just his neck but his entire body was aching. In the meantime, Erna, who had unbuttoned all the buttons on her pajamas, hesitated for a moment before reaching out and grabbing the top of his pajamas. Eventually, Callion could not hold back and gripped Erna's wrist.
“You... what’s wrong with you?”
Because not only his throat but also his lips were parched with tension, a terribly low voice came from Callion's mouth.
He must have been inside the Grand Duke's castle all day, so he couldn't have gone somewhere and been bitten by a monster. However, he couldn't understand on earth why she was showing such a different attitude than before.
As Callion looked at her with a suspicious gaze, Erna's face flushed even redder. The question of why she was acting this way sounded like he was asking if there was something wrong with her head.
“Well... it’s just...”
She should have said that since he is working so hard, she would try just as hard, but she couldn't bring herself to say it.
It was Callion who, at the drop of a hat, would speak to her in a sly, teasing tone. If he spoke as he pleased, she didn't know what he might do next, saying, "I don't know what you intend to work hard on or how." Besides...
Erna cooled her flushed cheeks with the back of her hand, looking as if they might burst into flames at any moment.
I'm embarrassed.
I am incredibly embarrassed.
She had never imagined in her life that she would be the one to reach out and undress someone. Especially not if the person was Callion. This sight, which made it look as though she was pouncing on him out of sheer desire, made Erna feel ashamed. Callion at least had the excuse of fighting monsters, but wasn't she perfectly normal? At this rate, it just... it seemed like she was pouncing on him because she truly wanted him.
Although she was so hot she felt dizzy, Erna gritted her teeth and began to unbutton Callion.
“Hey, you...”
As Erna still did not withdraw her hand, just as Callion was about to say something to her, Erna glared at him and spoke.
“Hey, shut your mouth.”
Because of her trembling voice, there wasn't even a shred of intimidation, but Callion didn't say anything more and quietly kept his mouth shut as Erna had instructed.
Callion stared blankly at the white fingers unbuttoning his pajamas. He felt that if he said even one more word, Erna would withdraw her hand. He didn't want that at all costs. So, forgetting even to breathe, Callion simply stared at Erna's fingers.
In the middle of the quiet room, the sound of the fire in the fireplace crackling, the rustling of the fabric parting, and Callion's ragged breathing mingled. Feeling the warm air enveloping his body, he suddenly recalled the events of the morning.
He had unwittingly told the Marquis of Carnarvon, who had come to see him at dawn, that his wife was asleep. That short word, "wife," had made Callion's heart flutter all day long. Although ten years had passed since their marriage, it was a word he had never once uttered.
Whether fortunate or unfortunate, Erna was in a position where she was called the Grand Duke of Hessengard, just like him, rather than his wife. That is why neither Callion nor anyone else used that word. But Erna was undeniably his wife.
Perhaps because of what happened this morning, Callion muttered those words to himself several times today. And each time, feeling a tingling sensation in his fingertips, he tapped on the innocent desk or beat up the knights under the guise of sparring. Yet, the tingling did not go away.
And now, his wife was undressing him. At that fact, Callion felt numb. What was so special about this? Why was his whole body feeling so lethargic and his blood rushing to his head?
Meanwhile, Erna was steadily undressing Callion with trembling hands. She felt ashamed to death that she was undressing him. But at the same time, she couldn't understand why she felt ashamed of this.
They had already done everything they could. She had shown him her most intimate parts and intertwined their bodies. She had even reached climax several times while calling his name. Yet, what is so embarrassing about merely undressing him that she feels ashamed now?
Erna, having unbuttoned all his buttons, fell into thought for a moment. She had to take this off, but Callion's arm got in the way.
“...Lift your arm.”
Then, Callion obeyed Erna's command without a word, like an obedient child. In fact, because he was lifted so easily, Erna had to get out of bed and pull his pajamas up to take them off.
As he took off his shirt, solid muscles were revealed. Erna could see Callion's chest rising and falling significantly. She couldn't understand why he was panting so heavily when she hadn't done anything.
'Since I've taken off his top...'
Now, all that remained was below. Erna's gaze traced down his firm chest and landed on Callion's lower garments. Callion, who had followed her gaze to look down at himself, turned his head away. It was because his erection was standing so hard that it looked as if it would tear through the fabric at any moment.
He hadn't even been able to touch Erna's body with a single finger, but seeing her so agitated, he felt like he had truly become a beast filled with lust, so he tried to turn away. However, Erna moved first.
“Oh, just stay still.”
Although her trembling voice and hands failed to intimidate him in the slightest, Callion once again quietly obeyed Erna's command like a docile lamb. Her hands grasped the strings binding Callion's lower garments and began to untie them. However, because Callion's erection was so hard, Erna's hands ended up rubbing against it.
“Hey, you...”
As if he were already dying, stars flashed before Callion's eyes when the direct stimulus hit him.
“I told you to stay still!”
As Callion twitched his body, a startled Erna let out a scream. Unable to do anything, Callion simply raised one hand and frantically ran it over his face. It was hell, if you could call it that, yet his lower body grew even harder and larger, as if welcoming this stimulation.
Erna was just as flustered as Callion. Was it really this difficult to untie the drawstring of his pants? More importantly, why is this getting bigger and bigger!
Seeing him in heat even as she was untying the rope, she thought that even if he had been poisoned, this was a bit excessive. Moreover, the rope was tied so tightly that Erna's fingers slipped on the tight knot several times.
Callion saw Erna, engrossed in untying the strings with her head bowed right in front of him. As her unbuttoned nightgown swung forward, her chest came fully into his view.
Callion, who had no idea where on earth to direct his gaze, eventually fixed his eyes on Erna's lips, which he judged to be the most wholesome. This was because he himself did not know what he might do if he looked down.
Her lips were tightly pressed together in concentration and pouted. Callion had to desperately think of other things to forget the sensation of his lower body rubbing against Erna's wrists. However, it was impossible to forget this situation with the work the Knights had to do tomorrow, or the contents of the book he had recently started reading.
So Callion desperately began to think of a way to forget this. That is, thinking about what it would feel like if those lips he was seeing right now were to touch his face.
In the meantime, Erna finally succeeded in untying the ropes. Then, she slowly grabbed Callion's lower garments and pulled them down. Just then, the menacing thing beneath the fabric sprang out as if it had been waiting.
The tip was already soaked in a glistening fluid from the continuous stimulation coming from inside the clothes. It felt as though it would soon unleash its lust if stimulated just a little more.
It was something that had been entering her continuously, but since this was the first time she had faced it head-on like this, Erna stared at it blankly for a moment. Then, she slowly raised her head.
Then, her eyes met Callion's, who had been staring at her lips. With such an intense gaze, Erna wondered if she had done something wrong. Just then, Callion spoke.
“Your lips... No.”
Callion quickly shut his mouth. He must have really lost his mind. He almost asked Erna if he could kiss her.
While Callion was flustered, not knowing on earth why he was acting this way, Erna heard his interrupted words and looked extremely perplexed.
'Did I say something wrong?'
Callion, bewildered and unsure why Erna was acting this way, stared at her silently. Erna, who had been shifting her gaze around as if still at a loss, suddenly looked determined and swept her long golden hair behind her ears. Then, she slowly lowered her face. The moment he thought the soft hair touching his lower body tickled him.
"Oh my!"
Callion felt something very soft and moist touch the tip of his. The moment he realized what had touched him, he screamed inwardly.
Why, it's there, not the lips!
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