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Chapter – 09
Nadia had believed Asil’s actions were merely intended to humiliate her, but when his lips pressed against her vulva and began to suck on the tender flesh, her knees buckled instinctively.
The fluid that had made her tremble with shame the previous night gushed from below, but it did not trickle down. When she realized the reason—that Asil was unhesitatingly drinking it with his mouth—she fell into a near state of panic.
Struggling to support her trembling knees, she swung her hands to push his head away, but Asil did not budge. Instead, the movement only caused the hem of her dress bunched at her waist to slide down further over his head.
“Ah, ahh, ugh, hmmm…”
Fearing that her moans, which sounded like screams, might be heard outside, Nadia bit her lip and covered her mouth with her hand.
Then, the situation she dreaded arrived. There was a polite knock on the door. Nadia hoped she had misheard it. However, seeing that Asil—who had ignored all her pleas—temporarily halted his movements, it was clearly not an illusion.
Terrified that the person outside might enter, she frantically pushed Asil and forced her waist upright. She failed to push him out from under her skirts, but she managed to wipe the tear tracks from her cheeks and pull her skirt down to barely cover Asil’s back just as the door swung open. Nadia jumped in startlement but tried her best to feign composure as she looked at the person who entered.
It was a young servant she had seen in passing a few times at imperial banquets. Her heart pounded so hard it felt like it would leap out of her chest.
It was impossible to completely hide a man twice her size inside her dress. Nadia felt like she might faint at the sight of herself—looking like someone who clearly had a man’s head buried in her skirts—but she regained her composure upon realizing that from where the servant stood, Asil was hidden by the sofa.
“Did I tell you to enter?”
Her mind felt faint at the fact that she was facing a third party while feeling a man’s hands gripping her thighs and his hot breath touching her bare buttocks.
She could not let anyone see her in this state. The thought of what would have happened if the person entering had been the Marquis made a chill run down her spine.
Though it was common for nobles to have lovers even after marriage, it was never an act done openly. Such things were usually carried out through a tacit agreement only after “marital duties,” such as producing an heir, were fulfilled.
She had just had her wedding yesterday; if she were caught in this, regardless of whether she was a willing participant, divorce would be unavoidable. The young servant, meeting her eyes, looked flustered and bowed his head deeply.
“I am sorry! I thought no one was here…”
The fact that she didn’t have to maintain eye contact with the servant gave her a bit of breathing room. As if mocking her momentary relief, Asil bit her buttock.
Nadia nearly screamed. Tears welled in her eyes as his finger poked into her still-sore interior.
This man was undoubtedly insane. She wanted to kick him, but she couldn’t provoke him, as he seemed to have no intention of revealing himself to others for whatever reason. If he changed his mind and pulled his head out from her skirt to stand up right now, what would happen next…
The fact that she had to be even slightly grateful that he stayed still was utterly horrifying.
Nadia desperately squeezed out her voice. Her only desire now was to chase the servant away as quickly as possible. Ideally, she would have chased Asil away or run out herself, but since the situation didn’t allow it, she had to settle for avoiding the worst-case scenario.
“So, what is the matter?”
“Ah! Yes, you are the Marchioness of Elantz, correct? His Excellency the Marquis of Elantz sent word for you to come to the banquet hall.”
The servant, quickly erasing his flustered look, delivered the message with a well-trained, polite demeanor. The finger that had been pressing against her swollen interior withdrew more easily than expected. Nadia felt inward relief. She answered quickly, hoping her anxiety wouldn’t show.
“Tell him I will be there shortly.”
“Understood.”
Once the servant bowed and closed the door, the tension that had gripped her body like a vice vanished in an instant. Nadia hurried to lift her skirt and look for Asil’s head.
She tried to back away to create distance, but as if sensing her intent, his hands gripped her thighs tight again, leaving her unable to move. Nadia struggled to pull his hands off.
“Y-you heard that, right? I’ll act as if this never happened, so please, stop. I have to go.”
“I am not finished.”
He stood up and pressed his body against hers. She had no idea when he had unfastened his trousers. Just as she felt his engorged member touch her buttocks, Asil wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her slightly.
Before Nadia, forced onto her tiptoes, could stop him, his member parted her labia and rubbed recklessly against her wet lower half.
A stinging pain flared. Nadia frantically pushed against his stomach and rambled.
“If you… if you do this, you won’t be safe either. You’re a knight, a knight is… ugh!”
His body, hard as a rock, didn’t budge an inch. Instead, as if her words were of no concern, he pushed inside ruthlessly.
The heat of him slowly invading and spreading her swollen walls was so vivid that her body tensed up. Whispers of “no, no” flowed incessantly from Nadia’s lips, but they were bounced back as if hitting a wall. He didn’t seem to be listening to her at all.
“Ah, ugh… Asil, it hurts!”
“…Finally, you call my name.”
Asil finished pushing his entire member inside and spoke while pressing his lower body against her buttocks as if anxious to go even deeper.
Nadia panted at the sensation of her womb being filled to capacity. A fear that her body might burst took hold of her. When Asil’s large hand wrapped around her lower abdomen and began to press down firmly, the sensation reached its peak, and Nadia could no longer endure it, beginning to struggle. She sobbed, trying to pull Asil’s hand away.
“I hate it, no, ugh, no, ah… don’t press…”
He began to move slowly. He repeated the motion of pulling out halfway and then slowly pushing back in to the hilt, stimulating her inside. Nadia felt her body heating up uncontrollably and became terrified.
Why is this happening? I hate this, I hate it so much it makes my skin crawl. She felt so wronged she didn’t know what to do, but no miracle happened to numb her physical senses, and she couldn’t escape. As his movements grew violent, Nadia’s body shook along with him. Her vision blurred, and she squeezed her eyes shut. She gave up on trying to pull Asil’s hand away and instead covered her own mouth.
With her eyes closed, the sensations became even more vivid. The man’s member poking inside at high speed, and the sweet sensation that made her spine tingle like a lightning strike every time it rubbed past. His thick forearms still encircling her waist, and the hem of her skirt brushing against her legs, which were strained from standing on tiptoes.
Nadia opened her eyes again. The red wallpaper engraved with golden grapevines didn’t even register in her tear-blurred vision. She bit her lip hard and tried desperately to turn her thoughts elsewhere.
She had to think constantly about how long it had been since she entered this room, or whether her hair was badly ruined.
Otherwise, she felt she would be swept away by the touch of his hands stroking her waist and pulling down her dress to knead her breasts, his hot body heat, and the rough breathing and scent coming from above her head.
“Ha… ha… I kept… regretting it.”
He leaned down and pressed his lips to the nape of her neck. Nadia flinched and leaned forward, but he quickly caught up.
“I should have taken you… before I lost you like this.”
And then, he bit her hard. It was the exact spot where the Marquis had left a bite mark. Nadia reached a climax with a moan that sounded like a scream. Her legs trembled, and she was so exhausted she wanted to collapse and faint right then and there, but Asil, who held her waist firmly to support her, did not stop.
The thudding sound of their lower bodies colliding and the squelching sound from the junction made her mind hazy.
His thrusting became even more violent. It was a movement closer to simple, unrefined pounding. It was an excessive sensation for a place made sensitive by climax. Nadia panted as if she had run a full sprint and struggled to break free from his embrace, but as always, it was a futile effort.
Just when she thought she could no longer hold on, his body stiffened, and he exploded. The thick fluid filled her deep inside and eventually leaked out. A whitish substance soaked and trickled down her thighs and between her legs, which were already a mess from her own fluids. Nadia collapsed, her body shivering from the brief climax.
As if handling a child, he helped her stand up and, with an expressionless face, pulled up her dress to cover her breasts and smoothed out the skirt bunched at her waist. Nadia wanted to brush his hands away with all her might, but it was all she could do to steady her breathing and keep from fainting.
She had to attend the evening banquet. It was a wedding celebration banquet. Since she was the protagonist of that banquet, she could not be absent.
Nadia didn’t think she could face the guests and dance with a sane mind, but knowing she had no choice, she straightened her attire with trembling hands. Her tears would not stop.
