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As always, the royal banquet was impeccably elegant and dazzling. This year alone, it was the third time such a banquet had been held. This time, however, the curtains and drapes had been replaced with new ones, catching everyone’s attention. If the purpose was to flaunt the authority of the royal family, there was nothing more eye-catching than lavishly spending on these banquets.
The nobles in attendance basked in the opulence, their faces glowing as they indulged in luxury. Eleanor remained by the princess’s side throughout, dutifully keeping her company. Attending royal events from start to finish was one of her most important duties, even if she found no interest in them. She smiled and participated in conversations out of obligation rather than enjoyment.
Eleanor, the daughter of the Duke of Roland, was herself already an ornament—a flower—of the royal banquet simply by being present. After the princess danced a few times and retired to rest, Eleanor finally found some time for herself. Exhausted from diligently playing her role and shining at the banquet, she decided to slip away at an appropriate moment.
She entered one of the several lounges prepared on the second floor. To signal that the room was occupied, she flipped the wreath hanging on the door, just as she always did, ensuring no one else would enter.
She stretched her legs out on a bench by the terrace, relaxing her weary body. The silence of the empty room felt soothing after hours of music and chatter. The new curtains billowed gently in the breeze, and she felt so at ease that she wished she could stay hidden in this lounge until the banquet ended.
But then, the lounge door burst open suddenly.
Startled, Eleanor looked up to see a man rudely barging into the room. He was tall and broad-shouldered, like a soldier, yet his face was unexpectedly delicate for his imposing frame. His sharp, piercing eyes stood out the most.
It was Archduke Fertan.
The late emperor’s son and the current emperor’s nephew.
He strode toward Eleanor as though charging into battle.
She quickly rose to her feet, attempting to adjust her dress and prepare a rebuke for his blatant lack of etiquette. But Fertan didn’t stop his brisk pace until he was right in front of her. He crossed the polite distance of three paces, then the intimate distance of one pace, easily breaching her psychological boundaries. The tips of his boots disappeared beneath the hem of her dress.
“Fertan… mmph.”
He abruptly covered her mouth with his hand.
“Shh.”
His other hand gripped the nape of her neck, pulling her close until their chests collided flatly.
Caught off guard by the force of his advance, Eleanor nearly fell backward. Had he not held her tightly from both sides, she might have ended up sprawled awkwardly on the floor. Being silenced so suddenly wasn’t exactly graceful either.
Fertan exhaled heavily, leaning his head closer to hers. Their foreheads were almost touching. He pressed his lips against the back of his own hand as he steadied his breathing.
Eleanor wanted to ask what he was doing, but with her mouth covered, all she could do was widen her eyes in confusion.
He said nothing.
A heavy silence settled over the room where only the two of them were present.
Moments later, an ominous sound echoed from the hallway. The clinking of weapons grew louder, overlapping like waves crashing. The decisive voices of numerous royal guards and the sound of doors opening and closing reverberated down the corridor.
Their presence drew nearer. It seemed they were checking each room one by one.
When the door to the neighboring room opened, a noble inside angrily raised their voice, allowing Eleanor to catch fragments of the conversation. Words like “search” and “intruder” reached her ears, filling her with unease.
Fertan raised a finger to his lips, signaling for her to remain quiet.
His intense gaze pleaded with her, sinking deep into her soul. Narrowing her eyes, she glared at him. Judging from the situation, it was clear that the guards were searching for Fertan.
Finally, the guards reached Eleanor’s door. The knock was urgent, and it seemed they were ready to barge in without waiting for permission.
Fertan’s lips brushed against her ear.
“The only place to hide in this room is under your skirt.”
Did he mean to hide inside her skirt? Ridiculous.
“What on earth is going on?”
Lowering her voice to match his, she shot back a question.
At that moment, a guard outside shouted that they were acting under the emperor’s orders and would open the door immediately. The doorknob began to turn.
“I’m in a hurry. Will you hide me for now?”
What should she do?
Her gaze darted between the rattling door and Fertan standing so close. She couldn’t make a decision—she didn’t know what crime he had committed or why the guards were pursuing him.
It was obvious there was nowhere to hide in the small lounge. The room barely contained a few pieces of furniture. But hiding Fertan under her skirt was unthinkable—it was too bold a request to comply with so readily.
The guards gave their final warning: “We’re coming in.”
The doorknob turned with a creak. There was no time to deliberate. She had to make a decision—right now.
For some inexplicable reason, Eleanor felt she couldn’t abandon him. She reasoned that she could help him for now, and if it turned out he was guilty of something serious, she could always report him to the guards later.
Acting purely on instinct, Eleanor nodded her consent. There was no time to reflect on whether this was a wise decision.
The moment she gave her silent permission, Fertan sprang into action. He lifted her dress skirt and crawled underneath it without hesitation.
A startled cry escaped her lips. Caught completely off guard, she let out an involuntary gasp of shock.
At that exact moment, the door burst open.
“Forgive the intrusion, my lady,” one of the guards said apologetically.
Eleanor’s hand flew to cover her gaping mouth, but her surprise was unmistakable. The senior guard assumed her reaction was due to their abrupt entry.
“You seem startled. We apologize for the disturbance, but we have urgent matters to attend to,” the guard explained.
Eleanor wanted to scream about what had just happened moments before their arrival, but ironically, the guards ended up taking the blame for startling her instead.
“What is going on?” she asked, trying to compose herself.
“There’s been an intruder. We need to conduct a quick search.”
“Intruder? But today is the banquet. Many distinguished guests are here. How could there be an intruder?”
“The intruder breached a restricted area of the palace.”
“A restricted area? Which one?”
“The Emperor’s secret vault. This could be considered an act of treason. May we check your room briefly?”
The word “treason” froze Eleanor in place. Such a grave accusation would certainly explain why the other lounges had been searched so readily. No one would want to get entangled in a potential treason case.
The senior guard signaled to his subordinates, who began searching every corner of the lounge. Their movements were hurried and rough, clearly prioritizing speed over thoroughness. Given how quickly they had made their way down the long corridor and through the other rooms, it seemed they were more focused on covering ground than conducting a meticulous search.
Eleanor was torn. By remaining silent, she was effectively hiding someone implicated in a possible act of treason—a decision that was far from wise. Though she had acted impulsively to shield him, she immediately regretted it after hearing the guards’ explanation.
Before revealing Fertan’s presence, she decided to probe further, hoping against hope that there might be some misunderstanding.
“If you tell me who you’re looking for, perhaps I can assist you,” she offered cautiously.
“We’re searching for a tall man with light brown hair.”
Fertan had black hair. The description didn’t match. But Eleanor suspected that Fertan might still be the culprit, despite the discrepancy. His demeanor and actions spoke volumes.
She knew she should reveal the truth immediately. With just one step aside, his long back would be exposed.
She needed to decide quickly. The guards were already checking the terrace and flipping through the curtains, rapidly scanning any space where an adult man could hide.
“A tall man with brown hair...” Her voice cracked under the strain, dry and uneven.
“Have you seen anyone matching that description?” the captain of the guard asked absentmindedly, preoccupied with searching behind the curtains.
Though she stood at a critical crossroads, Eleanor maintained a calm exterior. Her fingertips, however, had gone pale and cold, though she managed not to let her anxiety show.
Eleanor had never been particularly close to Archduke Fertan. In fact, she had always viewed him unfavorably. As a child, he had been known as a disrespectful troublemaker, and as an adult, he had earned the nickname “Night Rogue” due to his scandalous reputation. Rumors swirled about his promiscuity and alleged involvement with dangerous substances.
While Eleanor didn’t believe every rumor, her personal experiences with him confirmed that he was far from a gentleman. Moreover, his family affairs were notoriously complicated, which was why she had always tried to avoid any association with him.
Surely, turning Fertan over to the guards was the right choice. There was no reason for her—an innocent bystander—to risk getting involved.
Just then, she felt a hand brushing against her leg from beneath her skirt.
It seemed he had lost his balance while crouching in the confined space and was trying to steady himself. His movements suggested he was gripping something to avoid falling over. Perhaps his leg had gone numb or cramped up.
Even though she intended to expose him, Eleanor didn’t want to create a scene by having Fertan tumble out awkwardly from under her skirt. For the sake of maintaining her dignity—and that of the royal family—she wanted to avoid such an undignified spectacle.
With that in mind, she spread her legs slightly, giving him more room to regain his footing. She figured she’d wait just a moment longer before stepping aside and ending this absurd situation.
But it seemed her gesture was misinterpreted.
What she had done to help him regain balance, Fertan took as something else entirely.
After steadying himself, instead of withdrawing, he pulled her legs closer, wrapping his arms around them boldly.
A man’s large, warm hand traveled up her thigh.
Surely… surely he didn’t think that in this situation, she had parted her legs to offer her private place? How could he make such an assumption?
The sensation of his warm, large hand moving upwards was intense. His cupped hand fully encompassed her thigh, while his other hand fiddled with the waistband of her slip.
He must have misunderstood. That she had spread her legs, asking to be touched, in her most intimate area.
‘What kind of mindset does this man have to act like this?’
Even if he misunderstood, to grope her legs in a life-or-death situation.
While she was contemplating whether to kick Fertan, cramp or no cramp, his bewildered hand had already pushed its way up to the center of her legs. He surreptitiously explored her skin, lewdly probing her inner thigh without removing her clothes.
His fingertips reached her groin. With gently relaxed fingertips, he lightly touched the deep wetlands.
Eleanor flinched, her waist recoiling in surprise. Though she feigned composure and acted out her role, her instinctive senses were beyond her control. At the uninvited intrusion into a place never touched by another’s hand, she, who had endured as much as she could, couldn’t help but slightly twitch her spine.
‘Perhaps he’s not in his right mind…’
She cursed only in her heart. She couldn’t defile her dignified lips.
Shockingly, the sensation he delivered wasn’t unpleasant. It was so exquisite that she instantly became engrossed, her entire being focused on where his hand would touch next.
In the midst of it, his touch became even more elaborate.
He parted the area around her closed vulva and pressed his longest finger firmly against her soft inner flesh.
Fertan’s hand glided over her moist and yielding labia. With delicate touch, he pushed forward, then retracted, folding his fingers back.
Moist fluid flowed in the wetlands. The man’s fingertip slightly invaded the small opening. After smearing himself with the viscous fluid, he withdrew, then tapped at her vaginal entrance.
Fertan probed her vaginal opening with his finger, toying with the gradually flowing fluids, as if mocking her elegant pretense.
The viscous fluid clung to her soft labial flesh. The sensation of his fingertip detaching, stretching thickly, was vivid. It pressed deeply, then detached with a soft, wet sound. The fluid formed a sticky thread.
An upper-class guard, frantically searching the room, turned back. When she didn’t answer, he asked again.
“Lady, have you seen anyone suspicious?”
The time Fertan had groped her vulva was very brief. A fleeting moment that wouldn’t even feel like she was being cornered.
But her lower body was in an uproar, and Eleanor needed a moment to regain her composure.
For now, she gave a perfunctory answer to the guard’s question.
“You were searching so noisily, I couldn’t hear anything properly.”
Though her lower body was in chaos, Eleanor’s expression remained aloof. Raising her chin and primly pursing her pink-rouged lips, she subtly conveyed her displeasure at this sudden interruption to her rest.
It was still alright. Eleanor had a choice.
To expose the shameless man beneath her skirt, or to pretend not to see and turn a blind eye.
She hesitated once more. In a brief moment, she grasped the surrounding circumstances and made various judgments, and Eleanor’s dilemma deepened accordingly.
Because a point that was hard to overlook had emerged.
Firstly, Fertan’s attitude was suspicious. While the menacing palace guards were frantically searching for the culprit, the person in question was leisurely fondling between her legs.
What exactly was this man?
Was he bold, or just utterly insane?
No matter how much of a womanizer he was, would he really want to do this in a situation where treason was being discussed? Fertan, known as a genius, couldn’t have suddenly become a fool, so what was he relying on to act like this?
‘Does he have a story where it doesn’t matter if he’s caught?’
Secondly, the atmosphere of the palace was unsettling.
The treason that the guards had mentioned for their search was an accusation that could never be taken lightly. It wouldn’t be unusual for the entire imperial guard to be mobilized for treason.
Yet, from the Great Hall on the first floor, music was still audible. If there had been a bloody, violent incident, there was no way they would be calmly continuing the banquet.
Eleanor felt uneasy about this ambiguous situation. It was an unknowable yet unsettling something that felt like it was sticky clinging to the periphery of her thoughts.
And she became slightly interested in Fertan, the bold or perhaps insane man.
“If it’s a tall man with brown hair, there are quite a few people who attended the banquet. It must be difficult to search,”
It wasn’t quite a resolution to hide Fertan at all costs, but she hardened her heart to keep her skirt down until the guards retreated. She had even prepared an excuse in case they were discovered.
The guards, having now searched the rest area, lined up at the door. The upper-class guard approached Eleanor and politely folded his arm in greeting.
“Thank you for your cooperation in the search.”
She displayed the attitude that a noble young lady of high status would typically show in such a situation. With a displeased air, she lightly brushed off her sleeve. It was a gesture meaning, ‘You’re annoying, so get lost quickly.’
“You’ve worked hard.”
She gave a polite yet curt greeting.
They retreated in formation, their weapons clanking loudly as they had when they entered. They then moved directly to the lounge across the hall.
But a problem arose. The door hadn’t closed completely, leaving a gap of about a hand’s breadth. From Eleanor’s position, she could just peek and see them knocking on the door of the lounge across the hall.
In other words, they could also see Eleanor. No guard was looking back yet, but there was always a possibility of being discovered.
If she were alone, she would have grumbled and closed the door herself. But she couldn’t move now. If she took a step, Fertan would be immediately exposed.
To make matters worse, Fertan’s playfulness intensified. He had already untied the waistband of her slip and pulled all her undergarments down to her ankles.
Thick fingers went in and out of her vulval cleft. When she flinched slightly, unable to help herself, he seemed to become even more excited and played with her more vigorously.
Black hair forced its way into her inner thigh. Her standing posture was about to collapse.
‘Fertan, you’re really crazy.’
She cursed inwardly.
If she fell, they would both be ruined. But he was only focused on burying his face in her groin.
Eleanor staggered, struggling to maintain her balance. It was a moment of crisis. If she took just one step to the side, she could grab the terrace window frame. It would be better to hope he would follow her discreetly than to fall.
She took a precarious step and barely managed to reach out and grab the window frame. Fertan moved quickly, hidden under her skirt.
She somehow succeeded. Cold sweat trickled down her back.
She could feel his breath on her groin. The feeling of his intermittent breaths was clearly laughter.
Eleanor felt anger welling up from the depths of her chest. She even felt like shouting right now that the culprit was here.
If she were questioned by the guards about why she had hidden him earlier, she could just make an excuse that she thought Fertan under her skirt was threatening her with a knife. In reality, it was not a knife but lewd fingers, but she could say she thought he had hidden a knife somewhere.
In the midst of all this, Fertan lifted one of her legs and placed it on his shoulder. He buried his face in her considerably opened vulva and poked around her vulva with his sharp nose.
He buried his nose and mouth in her soaked mound and shook his head with pleasure. As he did so, he even made a soft murmur.
“I didn’t know you liked being done standing up.”
She was horrified.
“Shhh!”
The guards had just entered the lounge across the hall. Fortunately, no one heard Fertan’s voice. Eleanor’s heart almost jumped out of her dress.
His finger entered her vaginal opening deeply.
The lewd touch, reminiscent of a cock, sent a tingling thrill down her spine.
His tongue traced the surrounding red flesh, heading towards the front of her vulva. The tip of his soft yet elastic tongue found her clit nestled in the narrow cleft. As he set his tongue on her sensitively aroused erogenous zone and flicked it rapidly, Eleanor’s legs lost strength and she faltered.
“Why? Do you also like being silent? You have quite unique tastes.”
She was in a state of arousal that made her eyes glaze over. Even though she frowned upon Fertan’s behavior, the physical sensations he was giving her were truly incredible.
Because of this, even though she thought she was using her head, there was something she hadn’t grasped. Fertan, being hidden, hadn’t realized that the door was open. She only realized this fact after he mentioned it.
“The guards left the door open. They are in the lounge across the hall now and could come out at any moment.”
She told him the current situation, lowering her voice as much as possible. Fertan erased his playful smile and replied in a much calmer voice.
“I thought… since you kept holding me, I thought you enjoyed this kind of thing.”
“Of course not. You should consider Grand Duke Fertan’s reputation and my inclinations to be completely opposite.”
“Reputation?”
He paused for a moment, then let out a short exclamation as if belatedly remembering. It was as if he was feigning remembering something he had forgotten. It was a story that was thunderously famous and occupied most of his reputation, there was no way he could have forgotten.
Moreover, he was still practicing his notoriety as the villain of the night. It was to torment her right now.
Another finger was added to the one probing her vaginal opening. Because of the slow speed at which it pushed in, her insides reacted sensitively to the stimulation.
The inner wall clung to his fingers. Fertan buried his fingers deeply to the last joint, then crookedly bent his knuckles. Soon after, as his hand slowly withdrew, her closely adhered inner flesh came out along with it.
Eleanor was dizzied by the sensual sensation she was experiencing for the first time in her life.
The remaining strength she had left completely drained away, and her knees buckled.
“Ah…”
Fertan supported her legs.
“Shhh, weren’t you supposed to be quiet? Your moans will be heard all the way across.”
Fertan was the one playing with her as he pleased, yet he rebuked her as if she was the one being lewd.
“Your Highness, please stop… Ugh.”
He thrust his hand in strongly. Twisting his wrist around, something with a thickness similar to a man’s cock reciprocated vigorously.
Hook-like fingers scraped against her inner wall.
Every time his bent fingertips passed a certain point inside her body, a sensation that felt like her mind would break washed over her. Eleanor gritted her teeth and endured it.
A moan, suppressed and suppressed again, escaped through her teeth. Even when she covered her mouth with her hand, sobs leaked out.
The point he was stimulating convulsed like waves. Inside her vulva, her muscles throbbed and tightened around his fingers.
“You’re very sensitive. How cute… Did you already come twice?”
Fertan rolled his tongue around her clit. He focused on making the tip stand erect, without touching the most sensitive part directly.
Lewd fingers traced every curve and crevice of her inner wall. He dug deeply into the soft hollows as if scooping them out with a shovel, then reached a prominent protrusion and rubbed it wildly with his fingerprints. It was the spot where Eleanor had couldn’t help but moan a moment ago.
His movements were relentless. As if determined to break her down, he pressed and stimulated the spot until it was flat. Shaking and crushing it at a rapid speed, her insides felt achingly sore.
Her slender legs faltered.
She even felt resentment, wondering why he was doing this when she had saved him.
She had hidden him unconditionally, taking a great risk. Even standing here, enduring this desperately, was, when you thought about it, for Fertan’s sake.
“Y-Your… Highness. Haa… Hiss, stop…”
His hand and mouth movements did not cease.
The more she pleaded, the more intense he became.
“You call my title so lewdly. Just call me by my name instead.”
The touch that had meticulously stimulated the walls of her vulva now changed to larger movements. He used the snap of his wrist to reciprocate. He thrust deeply, then pulled out completely, even twisting the angle.
Thwack, thwack, thwack. The sound of grinding was clearly audible. To her ears, it sounded like thunder.
“Y-Your, haa… Please… F-Fert…”
“Fertan.”
He pursed his lips and sucked in her clit.
“Fert… Hyaa, ah!”
The most sensitive piece of flesh stretched to its limit and was drawn into the man’s mouth. The force of his mouth concentrated on one spot, adhering to her clit. Fertan sucked on it forcefully, then released it for a moment. And then, without giving her a moment to relax, he sucked it in again.
The act of pulling and releasing was terribly lewd and intensely stimulating.
She couldn’t take it anymore.
Eleanor was on the verge of fainting. Her supporting legs finally gave way. As she faltered and collapsed, Fertan caught her and supported her with his shoulder and arm.
She ended up in a position where she was practically riding on his shoulders. One of his hands supported Eleanor’s back, and the other relentlessly ravaged her vulva.
Just as she was about to lose her mind in dizziness, the guards poured out of the lounge across the hall. The search was over. Eleanor desperately clenched the window frame, her knuckles turning white.
Just a little more patience. Just until they disappear into the next room.
Fertan must have heard the metallic clanging sound growing louder, but he continued what he was doing, unfazed by the noise. He didn’t slow down the speed of his hand movements, and the sound of his fingers hitting her vulva was terrifyingly lewd. When he thrust in deeply and shook, the fluid squelched and flowed down the man’s forearm.
The more fluid flowed, the wider he probed. The more Eleanor struggled under his wicked caresses, the more he seemed to enjoy it.
Like a baby sucking on its mother’s breast, Fertan’s mouth slurped and sucked on her clit.
He tormented her tenaciously, never letting go of the tip of his tongue. He pushed and pulled the flesh, smaller than a fingernail, up and down, and even lightly scraped it with his teeth. Occasionally, he extended his tongue long and licked up to her labia. He applied strong pressure as if to tear off the flesh, then suddenly released it and relentlessly licked her with his tongue.
The inner walls of her vagina tightened sharply. Even her downy hairs stood on end, and her waist trembled violently.
Just then, a guard passing by in the hallway discovered the door ajar. His eyes met hers.
Eleanor hardened her expression with all her might to avoid revealing her flushed face.
“How rude, to leave without closing the door.”
At her blunt tone, the guard lightly bowed his head in apology.
A fellow guard who had gone ahead urged him to hurry. Busy with their mission, the guard didn’t think about why the door had been left open and carelessly closed the lounge door.
As soon as the click of the door latch sounded, Eleanor released her grip on the window frame, which she had been holding onto for dear life.
She collapsed then and there.
“Haa…”
Fertan quickly sprang out and caught her.
He carefully laid her down on the couch and examined Eleanor’s expression. When her lowered eyelashes trembled slightly, he slightly furrowed his sharply defined brow.
Black hair and deep eyes came closer to Eleanor’s vision. Fertan’s bangs, disheveled from his rampage under her skirt, tickled her forehead.
As her flushed complexion rapidly turned pale white, he tried to loosen the tightly laced corset.
“You’ve turned pale.”
Fertan’s hand caught on the taut string pulled tight along her spine.
She raised her weary wrist and lightly tapped him.
“Just leave it.”
She pushed him away brusquely, revealing that her mood was far from pleasant.
Who was it who had put her in this state, and now he was trying to act like a kind man, overflowing with manners? Eleanor was stern and did not allow his belated kindness.
“I’ll be fine if I rest a bit.”
“Still, let me know if there’s anything I can do.”
She narrowed her sharp eyes sideways and glared at him.
“I said I’m fine.”
But Fertan showed no signs of being intimidated. As expected of a man who had acted so boldly, he didn’t even bat an eye at this much reproach.
It was a bit difficult to breathe because her outer corset was compressing her torso, but now that the moment of crisis had passed, she felt somewhat better.
Fertan gently placed the back of his hand on her cheek. His gesture to check her temperature was quite gentle. Still, the bodily fluids covering everything from his nose to his chin looked so lewd that the thought that this man was indeed the century’s rake dominated her mind.
How intensely had he licked and sucked Eleanor? His lips were sexily red.
He stared at Eleanor’s exhausted expression for a while, then tidied up her underwear as it had been originally.
“Why did you help me?”
His action of placing a cushion under her neck was also unexpected.
The Fertan she originally knew was not like this. He was a so-called live-for-the-moment man who didn’t seem to want to hide his dirty temper. He freely enjoyed the privileges of being born into the imperial family and went around committing all sorts of messy deeds.
Even just at the last banquet, Eleanor had an unpleasant encounter with him.
The two had run into each other in the pavilion set up in the imperial palace garden. Even though people were occasionally passing by, he was using only a large marble pillar as cover, with a woman placed on his thighs.
It was said that he was very mean to his partners, but back then, she hadn’t paid much attention. It was because she not only had no interest in Fertan, but secretly disliked him.
She hadn’t developed any liking for him now. Just placing a cushion under her neck wouldn’t change her image of him.
Eleanor murmured weakly.
“I was just briefly interested in Your Highness’s unusual audacity. But now I regret it.”
She even mixed in emotions that she wouldn’t have revealed in an official setting. Now that she had been thoroughly ravaged by Fertan, there was no point in pretending to be refined.
He was completely unfazed by her aggressive words, and gently stroked her hairline.
“You’re changing my title as you please. Do I have to suck you again for you to call me Fertan?”
He even launched a counterattack. It was a different kind of attack from Eleanor’s, but it was powerful. He seemed ready to go back under her skirt at any moment, so she had to do something to cope.
“Fertan…”
When she obediently called his name, he twisted his lips into a wicked smile. She felt like she was being drawn into an ominous direction.
Eleanor changed the atmosphere and brought up the topic she wanted to discuss.
“But I’m curious myself. Why did you do that earlier?”
She didn’t ask about the situation precisely, but they both knew what she was talking about. She wanted to hear the reason why he had taken off her slip and done that kind of thing in the crisis surrounded by guards.
It was an event important enough to change fate, and Eleanor had directly helped him, so she thought he would answer honestly. But Fertan just stared at her intently and focused on caressing her face.
After waiting for a while, Eleanor could only hear a story that the nonchalant rake Fertan would casually spout in all directions without any emotion.
“Let’s just say I was captivated by the scent of your pussy. And I don’t regret it. It was a very excellent choice.”
His life-threatening act was just because of a woman’s scent?
It was an utterly unbelievable confession, devoid of even a shred of sincerity.
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On a leisurely day a few days after the banquet, Eleanor received an invitation from Countess Chelsea, a close acquaintance. It was an invitation to a simple tea party. She replied that she would go without much thought.
However, when she visited the Count’s residence for the tea party, there was no one in the drawing-room except Chelsea. Chelsea approached her cautiously and handed her a letter.
The sender was unexpectedly Fertan.
She didn’t even know that Chelsea and Fertan were acquainted, but somehow this friend was doing letter errands.
「Dear Eleanor,
I have been thinking of you constantly since that day. Day and night.
To be honest, more at night.
I think it would be better for Eleanor if I don’t elaborate on what kind of thoughts they are. So I’ll leave the specifics to your imagination.」
As soon as Eleanor saw the letter’s introduction, which didn’t even resemble a greeting, she felt an urge to tear it up.
Was he deliberately trying to provoke her by scribbling down such words?
Chelsea was watching, so she couldn’t openly lose her temper, and she quietly hardened her expression and moved her gaze to the next line.
「Inviting you directly to my mansion seems a bit much, so I’m thinking of going through an intermediary step.
Wouldn’t it be good fodder for gossip if the Duke of Roland’s carriage went back and forth to my house? Of course, I don’t mind. If I had my way, I would send my carriage with the emblem of the Ablein Imperial Family to your house to escort you. If you allow it, I would be grateful if you would do so.」
I can’t tell if this man is joking or mocking me.
Fertan is the son of the late emperor. And the House of Roland, as the right-hand ally of the current emperor, stands in opposition to the former emperor’s faction. Normally, they try to avoid direct confrontations with each other. There’s no reason for her to foolishly dabble in games by poking around Fertan’s estate.
What could the intention behind this letter be? Could it be that he’s just playing the role of a prodigal son? Did he write this after having a drink or two?
Though annoyed, she was strangely curious about what would come next. His motives intrigued her.
“Meet me, Eleanor. We have much to discuss.
I’ve prepared a hideout for you at the Bluewing Hotel in the city so you can visit whenever you wish. If you want to avoid prying eyes, feel free to use the clothes and carriage I’ve arranged there.
I’ll take care of the contraception in advance. If you ever wish to have my child, I’ll seriously consider it—but it seems too early for that now.
Don’t say that I’m the only one eagerly awaiting our reunion. I clearly remember what you liked.
From your Night Rogue, Fertan.
P.S. If you don’t feel like talking, we can always skip straight to physical intimacy.”
By the time she finished reading the last line, she was utterly exasperated. This letter might as well have been telling her not to come at all. Why on earth did he send it?
Eleanor suddenly felt a headache coming on and pressed her hand against her temple. She had never encountered such a bizarre letter—neither a love letter nor a threat, but something entirely indecipherable, strung together in an absurd sequence.
“Haah...”
A deep sigh escaped her lips. How had she gotten tangled up with such a person? Slumping over in frustration, Chelsea approached and gently consoled her.
“Eleanor, your complexion has suddenly worsened. Did you receive a bad letter?”
Now that she thought about it, Chelsea’s connection to Fertan was also suspicious.
“How did you end up receiving this letter, Chelsea?”
“My father asked me to deliver it. There was no sender’s name on the envelope, so I was curious about it too. Who sent it?”
A dark cloud of confusion swept over her. Unable to make sense of anything, she bit down hard on her lip.
Chelsea’s family, like Eleanor’s, supported the emperor’s faction. Yet her father had secretly obtained Fertan’s letter and passed it to her. This was a sign that couldn’t be ignored. Perhaps this count’s family was playing both sides, or maybe they were covertly supporting Fertan.
For now, she carefully folded the letter and tucked it away. She decided to burn it later when no one was around.
“Someone seems interested in me. They said they wanted to see me.”
When she framed it as a love letter, Chelsea chuckled lightly.
“How amusingly forward of them! But why go through Father to deliver it?”
“Exactly. The method is quite unusual.”
Eleanor was caught in a whirlwind of unspoken worries. The letter was maddeningly difficult to interpret; she couldn’t find any redeeming qualities in it. She even considered ignoring the invitation altogether.
But despite everything, she knew she had to meet Fertan. She needed to sort out what had happened at the banquet.
Originally, she had assumed they would silently agree to keep the incident a secret without needing to discuss it further. But after receiving this outrageous letter, the future felt unpredictable. Someone capable of writing such a thing might do something reckless again.
For instance, he might casually spill secrets to his closest confidant under the guise of “This is absolutely confidential.” Such secrets often ended up circulating as new “absolute confidences,” spreading further than intended.
There was also the possibility that he might blab about their encounter in the lounge during the banquet, boasting about their clandestine meeting. A rendezvous between the daughter of the Roland family and Archduke Fertan would surely shake high society to its core.
The image of Fertan flaunting their meeting like a trophy flashed through her mind. Though she wasn’t certain if he was truly loose-lipped, her imagination spiraled into increasingly dire scenarios.
“Clearly... I need to meet him and firmly seal his lips.”
Eleanor stopped by the Bluewing Hotel. When she quietly mentioned Fertan to the front desk manager, she was able to leave her carriage and switch to an unmarked one.
As she rode in the plain, undecorated carriage toward his mansion, she felt an odd sensation—as though she had become Fertan’s mistress. Sneaking into a man’s house like this was typical behavior for mistresses.
But the strange feeling wasn’t that simple. She had picked up on various clues regarding Fertan. He had carried out the dangerous act of infiltrating the imperial vault, maintained secret communications with counts loyal to the emperor, and even arranged a hotel hideout to conceal his movements.
Considering all this, the long-standing stereotype of Fertan as a reckless rogue seemed incomplete.
“Hmm… I still can’t figure him out.”
It felt premature to judge him. Eleanor resolved to handle this meeting cleanly and, if possible, avoid associating with him in the future.
Pulling her hood over her head, she crossed the hall. The servant guiding her recognized Eleanor immediately and silently led the way. Though the mansion was nearly as grand and luxurious as the palace, the manner in which she was being escorted felt more suited to a criminal’s lair.
Instead of being led to a formal reception room, she was taken to a private bedroom on the upper floor. Seeing the massive bed draped with curtains in the center of the room made her frown.
Perhaps Fertan’s letter hadn’t been a joke after all. Maybe he really believed she had come because she desired physical intimacy.
That incident had been an accident—like being hit by a horse or falling from a window.
Eleanor had tried hard not to dwell on the memory of letting him crawl under her skirt. If she didn’t consciously distract herself, she’d spend all day replaying that moment in her mind.
The sensations from that time were so intense that they would likely stay with her for the rest of her life. In an effort to suppress them, she resolved to keep them buried until they faded from memory over time.
“I just need to get this over with quickly.”
While waiting for him, Eleanor steeled herself. She vowed to keep the conversation as brief as possible and leave immediately afterward.
The door opened, followed by the sound of it locking. Eleanor didn’t turn around. For some reason, her body tensed up, frozen in place.
His footsteps were muffled by the carpet, and a heavy silence settled over the room. Soon, she could feel his presence right behind her.
Fertan approached silently, sharing the same space with her without making a sound.
Her initial plan to exchange polite greetings and say what needed to be said had already fallen apart. Hesitating, she missed the moment to turn around. And strangely, Fertan remained still as well, like a beast poised to strike but holding back for now.
Even his body heat seemed to seep through the small gap between them.
“Showing me your back like this...”
His voice was dark and smooth, like black silk.
Eleanor flinched, startled by the sensation of his breath brushing against her ear.
“Does that mean you want me to undress you first?”
Before she could stop herself, her body reacted, turning toward him. While she had been restless with only her back facing him, the moment their eyes met, her anger flared, and her sharp gaze locked onto his. She was ready to slap him for calling her here only to spout more nonsense.
Just then, Fertan removed his cloak, spinning it off with a flourish. It fluttered dramatically before landing somewhere out of sight.
Her stomach pressed against his lower abdomen. The unforgettable touch of his hands wrapped around her once again, pressing firmly on her lower back, immobilizing her completely.
She glared up at him defiantly, refusing to back down despite feeling dwarfed by his towering frame. Her chin tilted upward instinctively.
“I thought some lowlife had come when I heard your message.”
“Are you saying a refined man wouldn’t do such things? If confessing how much I missed your warmth is a crime, then guilty as charged.”
“Your way of speaking...!”
“My tone suits you just fine, doesn’t it? After all, I’m playing the role of the ‘Night Rogue’ you believe me to be.”
To live up to his notorious reputation, he used vulgar language and teased her relentlessly.
Fertan’s tall, slender figure made him seem even broader-shouldered. No matter how hard she craned her neck to look up at him, she felt as though her view was blocked by an impenetrable wall of masculinity.
“No matter how you look at it, this isn’t just my imagination—you really are a rogue.”
“I suppose being called that has its perks. Especially when it comes to misbehaving in bed—I’m quite confident there.”
This was utterly exasperating.
“Am I really at the Archduke’s residence right now? Or did I stumble into a den of rogues?”
Fertan’s crooked smile made him look every bit the scoundrel everyone claimed he was.
“Shall we talk first? Or should we start with sex?”
“Obviously, I came here to talk!”
“Ah, but here, ‘talking’ refers to communication through the body.”
Eleanor barely managed to restrain her voice from rising in frustration, clenching her fists tightly to contain her emotions.
“I meant talking with words.”
Her response carried the full weight of her patience, as if she were reasoning with a child.
“Fine, let’s act civilized. Tell me—do you want to roll around with me right now?”
“Fertan!”
“Hurry up and accept my offer. I’ve prepared everything to make sure you enjoy yourself.”
As they argued, their chests brushed against each other repeatedly. Despite her irritation, his touch and overwhelming presence were undeniably stimulating.
In the brief pause between words, Fertan pushed forward with relentless determination.
“You don’t have to say anything. I’ll take your lack of resistance as consent.”
“No, wait a moment!”
“As long as you don’t outright reject me, I’ll interpret that as acceptance. Just stepping foot in my house makes me feel like I’m floating already.”
For the briefest moment—just enough time to swallow—Fertan waited for her reaction.
Then, his long arms wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her close while his other hand began untying the ribbon of her dress.
Without hesitation, he stripped her clothes away, unhooking her undergarments as if they were his own, deftly undoing them in seconds.
By the time Eleanor realized the ribbon had been undone, her pale breasts were already exposed.
“Haah...”
A sigh of resignation escaped her lips. She had to admit that she hadn’t resisted him, even though she’d had plenty of chances to push him away.
She was infuriated beyond belief, yet somehow, his raw masculine charm overshadowed her anger.
The pins holding her hair in place were pulled out, and the simple hairstyle she had arranged for visiting Chelsea cascaded down like a waterfall.
But it wasn’t that she liked any part of this. Particularly, his deliberate attempts to provoke her left her throwing up both hands in exasperation.
“Eleanor, shall we be honest with each other? Over the past few days, I’ve masturbated at least ten times a day. I stroked myself raw thinking about you.”
How could someone be so utterly depraved?
Forgetting all about decorum, her anger finally exploded.
She glared fiercely and grabbed Fertan’s shirtfront. Grabbing his collar and lifting her heel, she increased her height.
She needed to retaliate against Fertan as much as she had been shocked. She racked her brain to find the words that would shock him the most.
As random thoughts came to mind, she immediately put them on the tip of her tongue and threatened him.
“How can I mix bodies with you when I don’t know what kind of STDs you might have?”
Their faces came very close. Eleanor glared at him, fully revealing her indignant emotions.
But even as she was bursting with anger, Fertan’s handsome features bothered her. Why was his masculine, long neckline so sexy? His looks alone were perfectly crafted to captivate others.
“Ha.”
He let out a short exclamation. The corners of his eyes, looking down at her clenched fist, curved strangely.
Seen up close, his trivial charms stood out unpleasantly. Her gaze kept going to his sharply angled jawline and the faintly protruding Adam’s apple.
She had known he was good-looking, but it was uncomfortable to newly realize his appearance. It was not the right moment to appreciate his beauty.
“Why didn’t I know you were this feisty?”
The man’s lip line curved languidly. His cheeks pushed up, and the corners of his mouth deepened.
Eleanor’s forehead was burning hot with anger.
What is this man? So annoying.
His face, like a painting, his shoulders and chest, as hard as marble, were all annoying.
Especially his lips, which were plump and had a clear line…
They had exchanged a few words, but it was hard to call it a conversation. They were too busy scratching each other’s nerves and provoking each other.
The parts she disliked and liked about him were excessively clear. His face was lewdly handsome, and yet he smiled like a devil with that face.
In an instant, Eleanor’s pent-up anger erupted.
“Ugh.”
With a choked moan, she retaliated by devouring his lips.
Pulling down the fist that was clutching his collar to match their heights, she inserted his lips, which were so seductively tempting to bite into, between her own lips. A sensation softer than pudding fully touched the mucous membrane inside her lips.
She parted her teeth and lightly sucked on Fertan. Then, she aggressively bit down on his luscious, plump lower lip. She didn’t care if it bled. It would be a fitting punishment for a man who was so ill-mannered.
After biting down quite a bit, she scraped his lip with her teeth and pulled away.
Annoyingly, there was no scratch. Only the glossy sheen left by her saliva made it look even more seductive.
A sinister flash passed through his eyes.
“Provocation is quite…”
His drooping mouth took on a different atmosphere from a moment ago. Playfulness was gone, and animalistic heat rapidly surged.
“Tempting me greatly. At this point, you’re just telling me to shut up and fuck you, right?”
Fertan easily lifted her up. Even though she had put as much strength as possible into her struggling fists, he moved towards the bed, unfazed.
Thanks to this, the front of his shirt stretched out. Even one button popped off. Eleanor, who had no experience in physical fights, inadvertently let go of her grip.
He tossed aside the remaining clothes of the two of them and climbed on top of Eleanor.
“Smell my dick. Taste it too. I don’t have any STDs.”
He came up close, wedging his knees into her armpits. Fertan’s cock loomed large. As the man presented his naked lower body, a thick pillar thrust up to just below her chin.
A shockingly graphic scene unfolded, making her gasp.
He groped his own groin.
After cupping the base of his cock with his rounded fist, he pushed it up along the shaft.
The erect rod, now even thicker and bulkier, sprang up from the man’s lower abdomen like a spring.
Eleanor had to witness this hideous sight from a hand’s breadth away. Even though she wanted to look away, her pride, for some reason, stubbornly made her keep her eyes wide open.
“I’m not a doctor, so how would I know?”
Her facial expression was unmanageable, and her voice trembled terribly. At best, she had barely conveyed the message that she was still standing against him.
Before her eyes, a lower body as solid as marble stood firm. As he raised his thighs, her field of vision narrowed further, and only his throbbing cock filled her view.
The pillar, as hard as a stone, drew a beautifully curved line. The skin surrounding the hard core was smooth and sleek.
The unexpectedly delicate pink color looked strangely beautiful. At the tip of the artistically soaring fleshy pillar, a bizarre mass resembling a monster from her imagination was attached. As she watched intently, clear fluid welled up from the mouth at the very front of the monster.
As Fertan took a deep breath, the object in question shook and lightly tapped her chin.
The fluid expelled from the hole at the tip of his cock wet her chin.
The education she had compulsorily received as a noble lady was of no use in this situation. She had only known of a man’s cock as a long shape. No governess who had been in charge of Eleanor had ever told her that it was decadently shaped enough to make a woman’s legs tingle, and that it moved so lewdly.
The invitation to taste his cock was honestly tempting. When the fleshy club descended through the air, she almost parted her lips.
Eleanor clung to her last shred of reason and cast her fading gaze upon his tempting cock.
She extended her tongue to the bodily fluids smeared just below her lips.
Fertan watched her every move intently. His gaze was so sharp that she couldn’t just flick her tongue out carelessly. She just licked her own lips and pursed her mouth, and Fertan let out a low, incomprehensible exclamation.
“Haa… A vixen is hiding in that body that pretends to be chaste.”
Because the wrinkles under his glans were magnified, she couldn’t help but look. In this situation where she was forced to observe, his cock swayed as if bowing in greeting.
“Eleanor, what if my dick is as pure as your cute little hole?”
Fertan, the epitome of a debauched life, was pure? Was he spouting such nonsense now and expecting her to believe it?
Every word he spoke used vocabulary befitting a villain of the night, and his skillfully swaying lower body suggested he had embraced at least half of the noble ladies in this city. The idea that such a man had never been touched by anyone was absolutely unrealistic.
She bit her lip and glared at him with distrustful eyes. Their gazes clashed fiercely.
“Well, fine. If you don’t want to put it in your mouth, I’ll show you like this instead.”
The hand gripping his cock passed from base to tip at a slow, lewd pace. With each repetition, it became thicker and the veins on the surface protruded.
The skin of his cock was thin and smooth. The hard core inside was faintly visible through the transparent skin in a light crimson color.
Clear fluid constantly overflowed from the round cock head. When he pushed it up all at once and squeezed, the viscous fluid flowed down thickly.
Lost in the breathtaking spectacle, she hadn’t even realized that her mouth had been hanging open blankly until she tasted an unfamiliar flavor. He had deliberately let it flow into Eleanor’s mouth.
With eyes narrowed like a beast, he smiled wickedly.
“Because you seemed like you wanted to taste it.”
If she backed down here, she would be completely pushed back. Since she was curious about the dripping precum anyway, even though she disliked his depraved behavior, she lightly played with it with her tongue. And then, she retorted without backing down.
“It doesn’t taste rotten.”
The salty and bland taste wasn’t unpleasant. Honestly, it was quite alright.
“So, I pass?”
“Pardon?”
“Did I pass the STD test?”
“I never acknowledged such a test… Mmph.”
His lips fully engulfed her babbling mouth.
He forcefully sucked in the seminal fluid lingering on the tip of her tongue.
As if he was taking back what he had spilled, he inhaled all the moisture he had left in her mouth. The man’s prominent Adam’s apple rippled.
He slightly loosened the force of his mouth and sensuously traced the inside of Eleanor’s teeth. His slender, erect tongue tip stimulated her. A sudden heat flared up between the two, where tension had been prevailing.
A strange sensation arose as if a dam had burst.
Fertan’s kiss deepened, and his thick tongue pushed in deeply and entwined around her.
Their overlapping bodies were heavy.
The man’s iliac bone protruded sharply and pressed into her pelvis. Even the way he gripped her breasts with his large fist was violently strong.
Fertan’s muscular thighs spread her legs wide open to the left and right. The throbbing fleshy pillar was immediately felt against her coldly exposed vulva.
He shook his erect lower body back and forth. His cock, smeared with precum, parted the narrow cleft and entered.
The moment the large, bulging mass passed through her narrow entrance, a pain as if flesh was tearing flared up like wildfire. The thickly erected glans widened her tightly closed vaginal opening.
“Uhh…”
She let out a weak moan and twisted her head. Fertan chased after her parted lips and poured out relentless kisses.
His hand covering her breasts kneaded her soft flesh as if to crush it. He squeezed and released his hand with force, as if kneading dough. Her breast flesh bulged tautly between his long fingers. Both her breasts and vulva ached as if tears would prick her eyes.
The giant fleshy club thrust in relentlessly.
As he pressed down hard, her legs fluttered open like bird wings. The unused inner thigh muscles ached.
With an even more intense sensation, his cock filled her vulva. Fertan pulled back his waist slightly and then plunged in even deeper. It felt like being impaled by a heavy wedge. She was breathless.
Her breasts were still being manipulated by his strong fist, and her heart, which felt like it would stop at any moment, was pumping rapidly. She gasped for breath in short bursts. With each breath she took, her vaginal opening throbbed. A blood-boiling sensation was vividly felt at the point of intersection.
With his cock pushed in as deep as it could go, he sensed the woman writhing with every breath he took.
“I knew you’d be like this. Your pussy… Hoo…”
He powerfully thrust out his waist. He had already plunged in deeply and was now pushing her vulva upwards as a whole.
It was so electrifying that her nape tingled and resonated.
Physiological tears welled up in her eyes. She wasn’t usually one to cry easily, but with Fertan filling her body and ruthlessly thrusting into her deepest depths, she strangely couldn’t bear it.
With dewdrops hanging from her eyelashes, she mixed short breaths and uttered just one word. It unintentionally became a pleading tone.
“Hk… G-Gently, haa… please…”
He traced Eleanor’s cheek, came up, and gave a tender kiss to her eyes. He made her tears spread with his lips, and let out a throaty, rumbling sigh.
The moment he lifted his waist and slammed down, she shrieked and screamed.
His cock, like a wooden log, rampaged wildly inside her body. The object, which had looked smooth and beautifully curved and quite pleasing, turned out to be a brutal weapon.
The thick pillar widened the narrow passage to its limit, making it feel hot. The veins and blood vessels, like a net covering the surface, mercilessly scraped her delicate inner flesh.
When his cock was pulled out, her inner walls undulated along the man’s curves. When he thrust in with speed in the opposite direction, the plump, almond-shaped glans slammed into the entrance of her womb.
With the force to destroy her inner walls, Fertan pounded her insides, wildly moving his waist. While treating the other’s body as if it were his own and rampaging freely, his lewd whispers were even more outrageous.
“Loosen up your cunt. Hoo, it’s tight… Is your goal to bite off my dick?”
Her legs were already completely spread wide open. Her pale feet fluttered helplessly in the air.
Her biting off the man’s genitals?
It was nonsense, but when Fertan said it, it sounded vulgar and lewd.
“Ugh, what more can I do… Ungh.”
Like a charging beast, his bulging cock slammed in with a thud.
The man’s spine curved roundly.
Fertan’s eyes, facing hers, were also fierce, as if sparks of blue flame were flying. His pupils, black as if they would suck her in, seemed to be casting a spell of fascination on her.
The man’s bushy pubic hair chafed against her labia majora.
The orderly clumps of hair growing along the midline of his lower abdomen suited his sculpted body very well. But when it met Eleanor’s soft skin and rubbed and scraped here and there, it was a different story. It stung and was sore.
Fertan used his hand to spread open her vulva. Her hidden clit was revealed and entangled in the man’s pubic hair.
His wicked smile now made her a little scared.
“This is you fully opened up? Heuh, you’ll have a hard time taking my dick. Because I plan to play with you wantonly.”
In the next moment, he made a large circular motion with his lower body.
His cock, lodged inside her, spun around like a windmill.
Inside her tightly narrow vaginal opening, the inner walls, which had been somewhat elastic, were ruthlessly tossed around by the rotating cock shaft at a steep angle. The point of intersection was tightly interlocked, to the point where their pubic bones rattled, and his glans, like a stone, roamed wildly inside her body.
Her insides were a mess, and the surface was also a disaster. Hair as rough and uneven as sandpaper ground against her clit.
As the man’s weight pressed down on Eleanor, her erogenous zone, smaller than a fingernail, was on the verge of bursting between the two, who were overwhelmingly different in physique.
Fertan ravaged her insides and out, rubbing harshly.
His merciless movements did not stop no matter how desperately she cried out in ecstasy.
“Fe-, Fert… Haa-ugh, ugh… Stop, hk.”
Like a snake coiling, he thrust and rotated his cock as much as he could inside her. The man’s gaze, glaring as if to devour her, amplified her excitement.
Intense pleasure spread from her vulva to her entire body. Even flashes of light appeared in her tear-blurred vision. It briefly flashed white, then returned to his face, which looked like it had a terrible temper.
His expression was distorted, but he was still handsome.
The bad guy who was throwing her into the depths of pleasure.
That bad guy raised the corners of his mouth wickedly and smiled.
“Such a lewd body. You came just from me rubbing you.”
He clicked his tongue as if he couldn’t help it. Then, with his cock deeply embedded, he shook her slowly until her convulsions stopped.
Unfortunately, the expression “came” was accurate. Her groin was a mess of wetness, and the sheet under her buttocks was damp as if she had wet herself. Honestly, she was embarrassed, but even as she gasped for breath, Eleanor retorted without giving in.
“It’s not just me who’s, haa, haa, haa… leaking, though.”
He burst into delighted laughter.
Moving his cock slowly, he stroked her flushed cheeks with the back of his hand.
It was hard to consider him kind with just one touch. Fertan’s atmosphere, as if he would do anything, was unmistakably villainous, and his lower body was more wantonly chaotic than a street whore.
“Was I found out? That I leaked a little too.”
Eleanor honestly didn’t know at all, but said nothing.
Now, she didn’t even have the strength to attack him with hatred, and just blinked her dazed, unfocused eyes.
“Why are you doing this to me? Shouldn’t you be grateful that I helped you at the banquet? But instead, you’re tormenting me…”
She couldn’t continue speaking, feeling wronged. She had no idea why she was being treated like this.
“Tormented? Are you sure? Isn’t it that you like it to death?”
“Fertan…!”
“I confessed that I masturbated, but why won’t you tell me? Did you think about me a lot during that time? Confess to me how often you thought about opening your pussy to me.”
Even if the sky were to fall, she had no intention of telling him the truth.
The number of times she had reminisced was far greater than the number of times she had masturbated, which she had confessed to be over ten times. The moments when Fertan had licked her were endlessly repeated, to the point where she had to force herself to think of other things.
However, the retort she should have immediately made was a beat late. It was because the sensation of oral sex resurfaced.
She only hissed, unable to move her lips.
“…Not at all.”
“You thought about me a lot, didn’t you.”
Almost simultaneously, their words crossed.
Her inner thoughts had been exposed.
She had been caught off guard, and it was too late to strongly deny it now. Judging from his behavior pattern, it was obvious that it would only become a laughing matter.
Annoying, but it was time to back down a little. A sigh escaped her lips involuntarily.
“It was a shocking experience, after all.”
Unlike before, Fertan relaxed his brow and blatantly revealed his satisfaction.
“I knew it… That’s why you came as soon as you got my message. For sex, that is.”
It was a preposterous remark that reignited even the fading fighting spirit.
For a moment, she was on the verge of murderous intent, wanting to strangle him to death.
Eleanor was now in a unilaterally disadvantageous situation. She had just been embraced by a sturdy man and experienced firsthand what carnal hell was like. The afterglow of orgasm still lingered, and he was still lusting after her body. Even the cock, which had been enjoying the afterglow and reciprocating slowly, was gradually increasing its speed.
It was clear that the man’s release was not over with just a little leak. On the other hand, she was so exhausted that she was dizzy to the point of her eyes rolling back.
But she lifted her limp wrist and punched him with all her might.
Eleanor, who was originally far from violent behavior, found that her body moved first only with this man. She couldn’t handle his glib tongue at all.
A punch with almost no damage was inflicted on his shoulder, which was like finely carved marble.
“Just die already, Fertan.”
There wasn’t much she could do in her battered body. She threw out words filled with as much resentment as possible.
He chuckled. Even that laugh was annoying.
“How can you say such a thing? I’m hurt.”
Funny.
“I shouldn’t have saved you. That impulsive act back then was the biggest mistake of my life.”
“It may be regrettable from your point of view, but it’s too late to take it back now. Eleanor has already become my person.”
“What did you say? Who decided that?”
“Because I won’t let you go.”
Fertan tilted his body diagonally. The deeply interlocked pillar slowly withdrew.
“Besides, my feeling is that you’re much more of a pervert than I am?”
The man’s curves were fully felt inside her body.
The wings of his glans, like a viper’s head, were so vivid that she could pinpoint where they were passing with her hands. It passed by, pulling at her inner walls, which had become sensitive just after climaxing.
“Not at all… Ugh.”
At the tingling sensation, she shuddered as if shivering in the cold. The downy hairs on her cheeks and behind her ears stood on end.
His long pillar was pulled out for a long time, and finally, the blocked hole became empty as if it had been pierced through. The feeling of a cumbersome, large man being inside her and then suddenly disappearing was indescribably empty.
Thick bodily fluids flowed in thick streams down her vagina, which was slowly closing.
Whether her sense of loss was subtly revealed on her face, Fertan arrogantly raised his chin as if he had expected it. Then, he placed his palm on her vulva, where the empty hole was writhing. His warm body temperature was quite pleasant. He warmly heated the area that was rapidly cooling as the bodily fluids dried.
He smeared the remaining fluids thickly around the area. Then, as if he was going to do that again, he pushed his lower body in.
It hadn’t even been a minute since he had withdrawn.
“Haa, stop it. How long are you planning to do this for?”
Eleanor twisted her waist with all her might.
She barely escaped from him and crawled out of bed on all fours. But before she could even take a step, her ankle was grabbed.
She was dragged back with a tearing sound, making the sheet dishevel.
A bizarre physical struggle ensued between Eleanor, who was struggling to escape, and Fertan, who was enjoying their sex play.
Her breasts were squeezed tightly. He kneaded her downward-pointing breasts much more firmly, and widely spread her lavishly exposed buttocks.
His iron club-like cock plunged in deeply.
The sensation of being inserted from behind was quite different from when it was done from the front. Because it went in much deeper, his glans slammed against her uterine wall so hard that it reverberated.
“Haa-ugh…”
Her rapidly bursting moans were filled with pleasure.
“I take back what I said. It’s definitely me who’s more of a pervert. And it’s you who cums well and feels good.”
She was held tightly, with no way to escape.
Fertan’s flesh was a prison and a shackle in itself.
As if everything they had done so far was just a prelude, he roughly pressed their bodies together.
“N-No… Don’t. Ungh…!”
She tried to shake him off by wriggling her hips. It was her last struggle before giving up. But the more she struggled, the deeper the penetration became.
Fertan, stimulated by her futile resistance, smacked her breasts as if punishing her. He hooked his fingers on her erect nipples and twisted them left and right as if to tear them off.
His thrusting waist movements were also fierce.
Like a stallion running across a field, he held onto her buttocks and breasts and galloped wildly. The act of pulling out completely and thrusting in to the limit was repeated countless times.
He rampaged like a wild beast. He bounced his muscular waist like a spring and plunged himself into her.
“Eleanor. Ha, cunt…”
At some point, Eleanor had lost her mind. Her vulva was pounded until it was about to burst, and her insides, rubbed against his cock, were boiling hot.
It was hot and tingling.
Stimulation overflowed, turning into pain, and the storm-like intercourse continued until her senses dulled. Her mind became hazy as if she were falling off a cliff, and she became engrossed only in the act.
When he was thrusting violently, he would occasionally drive her crazy by adjusting the intensity as if to tease her. When she was crying and saying it hurt, she couldn’t stand even a brief moment of teasing and bounced her hips. She expressed with her whole body that she was frustrated.
Her brain was so soaked in sex that she didn’t even realize what she was doing.
She entrusted herself solely to animalistic senses and trembled while crying. At some point, she completely surrendered her body to the animal that was tearing her apart and violating her to the end.
Her arms, which had been supporting her, faltered under the barrage of his savagely wielded cock club. Her vision blurred, and she finally collapsed forward.
Fertan’s long frame embraced her and fell down.
Even in the last moment she remembered, his cock, with a hardness as if a steel rod had been hammered into her hot vulva, was throbbing.
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Grand Duke Fertan was, after all, of imperial lineage.
The way he dressed himself was also impeccably beautiful.
He leaned Eleanor against the headboard of the bed, and he himself dressed neatly, even putting on his jacket. After looking in the mirror once, he cast a handsome gaze at her as if showing off his appearance.
“Stay like that. It would be better for the maids to attend to you after I leave, right?”
His words, meant as consideration, didn’t particularly move Eleanor’s heart.
She was in her underdress. Fertan had dressed her, considering that she was so exhausted that she couldn’t lift a finger. She didn’t want to show her underwear-clad figure to a strange maid, so she was relieved and let him do as he pleased.
“Please hurry. It’s getting late for me to return home.”
The sun was setting outside the window. If she wanted to keep the fact that she had come to Fertan’s mansion a secret, she had to return home as soon as possible.
Even though she was giving him urgent cues, he nonchalantly brought up a new topic.
“Eleanor, I want you to come again. As soon as possible.”
She balled up her limp fists, gathered weakly under the blanket, and clenched them tightly.
How on earth should she deal with this man?
Frustration and anger surged simultaneously.
When she met Fertan, she felt like she became a different person from her usual rational self. He kept provoking her nerves, and strangely, she fell for his provocations quite easily.
Reaffirming her resolve that this shouldn’t happen, she lowered her voice tone seriously.
“Can I ask you something?”
Just looking at his appearance as he adjusted his cuff buttons, he was very handsome. It was his mouth that was the problem, a disaster.
“Ask away. I can’t guarantee I’ll answer, though.”
“At the banquet, did Fertan directly enter His Majesty’s secret vault?”
“Hmm…”
“Why did you go in?”
“I’m sorry, but let’s skip that topic.”
He very simply refused Eleanor’s question, then busied himself with tidying up the bedding, feigning ignorance.
Was it such a serious matter that he couldn’t talk about it? It was difficult to probe further.
“Okay. Then let’s just make one thing clear. You won’t say anything about what happened in the lounge that day, right? The one who committed a serious crime is Fertan, so I naturally assume you won’t, but…”
This time, he retorted easily.
“It would be better for us to keep it a secret from each other. More importantly, Eleanor, how about tomorrow?”
His persistent questioning was highly suspicious. He emphasized that she should come and even tried to pin down a specific date.
But Eleanor had no further business with Fertan. As long as the incident of hiding him during the banquet remained buried, there was no need for them to meet again.
Of course, the sex—true to his reputation as the “Night Rogue”—had been incredible, far exceeding her expectations. But that didn’t mean she wanted to become someone who secretly met with him for clandestine encounters. One experience was more than enough. Above all, their personalities clashed so much that she feared prolonged exposure to him might drive her to despair.
Eleanor pretended to think for a moment. It was better to choose an indirect approach rather than outright rejecting him.
After all, he was the noble nephew of the emperor and the late emperor’s only legitimate heir.
“Well, I have a prior engagement tomorrow.”
She hoped her subtle refusal would be enough for him to back off.
He stood at the edge of the bed, staring at her intently. When Eleanor averted her gaze, they entered a brief standoff.
“Do you remember? You’re already on my side.”
That statement was completely baffling.
“What makes you think I’m on your side?”
“I didn’t say I trust you. I meant that I’ll make you mine.”
This made even less sense. Who did he think he was to unilaterally claim someone as his own? There wasn’t even a trace of trust between them.
Moreover, in terms of factional alignment, the House of Roland clearly supported the emperor, and Eleanor had no intention of letting her family be swayed by him.
Then again, understanding Fertan had never been easy. She could only shake her head inwardly.
Since she couldn’t outright reject him, she racked her brain for a way to escape the situation. Just then, Fertan abruptly began rummaging through her clothes.
“What are you doing?”
He pushed aside her cloak and flipped her dress inside out, inspecting it front and back. He even examined each piece of her undergarments carefully.
Then, he spotted the hairpin he had tossed aside earlier.
“This will do nicely.”
A foreboding feeling tightened her eyes into slits.
“I’ll turn this hairpin of yours into a brooch for myself. All I need to do is replace the pin—it’ll be quick. Thank you, Eleanor. I’ll cherish this token from you and wear it every day.”
“What… what are you talking about?”
Fertan slipped Eleanor’s hairpin into his pocket and handed her the brooch he had been wearing on his jacket.
They had effectively exchanged items.
The satisfied yet mischievous look on his face as he patted his jacket pocket said it all. Though they had swapped her frequently used hairpin—a flower-shaped design adorned with amethysts and small diamonds—for his brooch featuring a large diamond fit for imperial dignity, he looked as if he had come out ahead.
If his goal was to torment her, this was a clever idea indeed.
Her acquaintances would undoubtedly recognize the hairpin she often wore. Even if they didn’t fully believe Fertan’s boasts, the mere fact that he possessed it would surely spark gossip.
Why was this man, who seemed to have so many romantic entanglements, clinging to her like this?
Her head throbbed again in frustration.
“Give it back. That’s…”
When she reached out, Fertan kissed the back of her hand like a proper gentleman.
“You’ll come tomorrow, right?”
“Is coming tomorrow all it takes?”
“Come whenever you have time. I’ll make sure you have a wild time.”
She was so flabbergasted that for a moment, her mouth hung open like a cave. She couldn’t find the words to respond. An exclamation of anger escaped her lips involuntarily.
Finally, her patience snapped, and she exploded.
Eleanor, who had never cursed in her life, summoned all her indignation and raised her voice sharply.
“You… you despicable…”
But she couldn’t bring herself to finish the sentence.
“Despicable bastard?”
The fact that he finished her sentence for her only infuriated her further.
Ugh, what was she supposed to do with this man?
Fertan gently cradled her hand like a gentleman and placed a light, feathery kiss on her cheek.
Though his actions appeared politely courteous, the glint in his eyes at such close proximity revealed a devilish, insatiable desire.
Unfazed by her outburst, he lazily curled the corners of his lips into a smirk.
“Eleanor, do I seem like a nice guy to you?”
“Ha! What part of you is…”
“It’s going to be hard for you to ask me to stop once you realize I’m a rogue. You see, I’m the kind of person who doesn’t care about the means. I’m quite good at dirty, messy things.”
“So you’re threatening people now?”
Her violet eyes burned with a fiery intensity as she confronted Fertan, her emotions boiling over. The heated gazes of the two clashed like blades, each trying to wound the other.
The man tilted his chin, moving from her right cheek to her left, as if mimicking a wolf ready to sink its teeth into its prey’s neck. Eleanor, unwilling to back down, pressed her plump lips together and bared her teeth slightly, her resolve unwavering.
His lips brushed against her cheek like a fleeting phantom. Instead of being intimidated by the tense atmosphere, he seemed to relish it.
“Blackmail, you say... I do it so often it’s practically routine. But exchanging a mere hairpin? By my standards, that’s hardly blackmail.”
What could possibly drive someone of his stature—an archduke—to resort to such tactics? A sudden curiosity arose in her mind.
But there were more pressing matters at hand.
Eleanor glanced at the lapel of his jacket. The hairpin was within reach, its protruding edge visible due to its large size, designed for securing hairstyles. If she could just grab it...
Would Fertan forcibly take it back if she managed to snatch it? Surely, even someone as reckless as him wouldn’t go that far.
She reached out toward his chest, but the moment her hand moved, he swiftly retreated. He was already several steps away, smirking mischievously at her.
“I’ll wait for you, Eleanor. I’ll give you some leeway—until the end of the week. If you don’t come to see me by then, we’ll become a couple officially recognized by the entire empire.”
And not just any couple—a tragic pair straddling opposing factions.
The thought of facing endless rumors and reputational damage in such a worst-case scenario filled her with dread. Eleanor wasn’t merely the daughter of a duke; countless interests and relationships were tied to her name.
“Fertan...”
“Next time, I’ll make it even more thrilling. I’ll elevate our encounters to an art form—you’ll be absolutely obsessed.”
With a mocking grin and a light-hearted wave, he vanished in the blink of an eye, leaving her alone in the room.
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