Underneath solid muscles, Johnâs heartbeat could be felt. My ears burned with a rosy tint.
âWaitâis that my heartbeat?â
I thought I had grown used to his robe, but I definitely hadnât expected him to be completely bare.
âNot even completely naked…â
Though covered with a blanket, John still wore pants. Yet, because of the situation, everything felt strangely different.
âItâs not like Iâm naked…â
My, covered with a blanket, was still clothed in trousers. But the perception was completely altered by the circumstance.
âAs if it were a true lustful moment…â
John clicked his tongue softly, brushing my palm with his.
âSo, what do you think of your wife?â
The hand I had not dared to move suddenly slipped toward the sharply defined abs. His well-formed body suggested a predator.
A body clearly different from mine as a woman.
Honestly, I had never even touched a manâs body, let alone looked at one openly. The unfamiliar, hard texture sent a chill from my arm. I swallowed, saliva pooling at the corner of my dry lips.
John drew his eyes shut and smiled sweetly.
âYou can touch as much as you want.â
â…â
âIâm your husband, after all. Whatâs the problem?â
My face blazed brighter. Watching me stumble with a stifled awareness, John let out a low, amused laugh.
âThatâs how people will think weâre real. Right?â
John released the hand he had been holding as if granting me freedom. His crimson eyes fixed on me intently.
âTell me to touch you directly?â
Outside, there was still a sense of presence. It seemed they were checking what was happening inside.
âCome to think of it, Betty said this guest room is easy to spy on.â
Thinking that others were watching, my whole body tensed in a completely different way than just moments ago.
âLike this?â
I reached out one hand and cupped his cheek. John often did this. Then John closed his eyes, savoring my touch. Even that gesture seemed to lure me.
âGood, youâre doing well. Take it slow.â
âSlowly…â
âNo.â
Johnâs throat bellowed like a hunter about to spring.
âI think this much will satisfy my suspicions.â
He pulled me into a hug and pulled his body close. He lightly bit my earlobe and breathed softly and provocateurily.
âWhy do you have to resist this?â
âWhat?â
âShould I just eat you up like thisâŠ?â
Johnâs crimson eyes gleamed fiercely as he skimmed my back with his hand. Everywhere his touch burned hot as if fire spread.
I asked, flushing my cheeks.
âExcuse me, youâre going to eat me?â
âItâs a joke. Thereâs nothing to eat about when youâre this thin.â
Despite his words, John bit and lightly gnawed at my body here and there with increasingly ferocious glints in his eyes. It was dangerous.
âThat look, especially.â
The look in Johnâs eyes that made everything seem unbearably lovable frightened me.
His hot gaze made me feel like I might misinterpret things. I pretended to be casual and replied.
âBut why do you keep biting?â
âBecause if I donât do something, I wonât be able to hold back.â
For some reason, I dreaded facing John, so I wrapped my arm around the back of his neck.
âA mistake.â
With his face not visible, I began to feel John with my entire body.
âMy wife⊠really.â
John traced from the back of my neck down my spine with his index finger.
âYou drive people crazy. Do you know that?â
A chill ran through me. With no sight of his face, my whole body became sensitized. He slowly pulled my upper garment away and pressed his lips to my exposed neck.
I tightened my grip on Johnâs arms.
The arm he held me with trembled as he raised his face to meet mine again. The red eyes that opened again sparkled with a frightening light.
âHaa.â
So close. I stared at Johnâs lips and held my breath. He approached ever so slowly, kissing my nose tip.
Playfully biting my nose tip, Johnâs eyes twisted in amusement.
âNot quite worth it yet.â
But there was a strange anger in that voice as well.
âBecause I wonât let those things become a spectacle.â
Starting at my nose, then my cheeks, and back to my neck, John pressed his lips again. Not even a beast could be this patient. Yet John seemed to be displaying a restrained ferocity.
âThank you.â
That spontaneous thank you drew a puzzling look from John. I hesitated, then, as John did, lowered my voice and whispered.
âI wanted my first kiss to be in a place where the duke and I could be alone.â
âYour first kiss?â
âYes. Iâve never done it before.â
My teasing reaction filled Johnâs crimson eyes with possessive hunger. His hand at my waist clenched tightly.
âHm.â
After a moment of deliberation, John narrowed his eyes and asked.
âArenât you scared because itâs too fast?â
âActually⊠Iâm more worried about something else. I worry Iâm not good enough.â
âIt would seem odd if I did nothing here.â
To pretend to be a loving couple, we needed to act as if we were familiar with each other. This gave me courage to try things I would never have done otherwise.
âProbably so. I feel I know very little…â
As our relationship deepened, excitement and fear grew. A phrase I had heard in passing in the past came to mind:
âA girl like you wonât ever be loved no matter what you do!â
The cruel words I once heard in Libertan.
âMight you know? Iâll pretend to marry a noblewoman as the wind of Libertan butâŠâ
The words of the tyrant who tormented me.
âThereâs no need to trust such bad people, butâŠâ
Still, I remembered every word they had spoken. And whenever I let my guard down, they would suddenly creep back in and overwhelm me.
I spoke to him in a trembling voice.
âI might disappoint you.â
Johnâs protruding Adamâs apple trembled. He let out a hollow laugh, lowering his gaze at me with cold eyes
ââŠYouâre not asking this seriously, are you?â
â…â
âHa.â
As if he could not stand it, John pulled me close again. He gripped the blanket with his big hand. Veins bulged on the back of his hand.
âArenât you angry?â
âMadam. There is no husband in the world who would be disappointed by such things.â
John covered the words I had asked with his lips in a lower voice. The warm breath aroused my body.
âAt the very least, Iâm not that kind of man. No matter what you do, I wonât be disappointed. Understood?â
Donât pamper me like that.
Anyway, you wonât love me. You wonât truly love me.
His crimson eyes, shifting with the angle, burned with intense desire. He pressed his lips to my jaw and tip of my nose again and warned me.
âSo donât have any foolish thoughts.â
âWhatkind of foolish thoughts?â
âAny thoughts. Just look at me and think only of me.â
The original story may have changed, but the situation surrounding me and John hadnât. So I could not expect anything easily. Expectations would hurt me more.
âBut IâŠâ
I find comfort in Johnâs lies.
A play to deceive the Hurtleton family, a prank to seduce me, is all it is, and yet my heart trembles.
Even knowing someday he would kill me, Johnâs lie felt like salvation.
I closed my eyes tightly.
Suddenly, I realized there was no sign of the outside world. My mind, immersed in feeling, woke to reason.
ââŠDuke. Is there anyone outside right now?â
âMm, no one.â
John answered with a gentle, teasing smile.
âBecause of that, I am glad.â
âExcuse me?â
âBecause I could know you better.â
I was barely muster the courage, but already he was gone from my body. I tried to push away from John.
âThen⊠thereâs nothing here, so Iâll put my clothes back on…â
âPerhaps youâll come again tomorrow morning.â
Then John held me tightly as I tried to wriggle away.
âDonât be so shy. Youâve already seen and touched your wife.â
âStop it.â
His arm muscles trembled as they wrapped around my body, and I couldnât ignore the contact.
âStill, I think youâve realized it clearly now.â
The fond tone of his voice calmed my mind.
âBetween us, no one will dare interrupt.â
A soothing voice that settled my heart.
âIâm tired.â
I nodded off, my eyelids drooping, and soon fell asleep. I didnât know what would happen next.
Nor did I know that John was stroking my forehead as I slept.
âWhat is this desire I feel when I see you?â
Even as I slept, a meaningful whisper seemed to say this to me.
âAnd why do I feel like I know a missing part inside me?â
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Late at night, rain began to fall in a drizzle.
âGone! Itâs not there at all!â
The gardener in a raincoat frantically dug beneath the trees. When nothing was found, his actions grew more desperate, almost unbelievable.
But no matter what, the treasure did not appear.
âThis is my treasure to protect.â
The gardener, Baron Peñuela, despaired. Without the treasure, even if he kept running, he could not reclaim past glory.
His eyes, dyed in darkness, glittered fiercely.
âI must recover it.â
Baron Peñuelaâs gaze slowly swept the Hetel castle. If the treasured item had suddenly vanished after being hidden so well, there was only one reason.
âThere are outsiders.â
Baron Peñuela hurried to the Hetel countâs room. There was now only one option left.
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âMadam. The Hetel Countess has invited you to a tea party this afternoon. What should we do?â
Betty brought in an official invitation from the Hetel Countess.
âA tea party? In this rain outside?â
âYes, and it seems a number of noble ladies have gathered. But donât worry, my lady.â
Betty leaned close to my ear and whispered with a grave tone.
âIf you wish, I can discreetly deal with anyone who disturbs you. Should I take care of all the irritating nobles?â
ââŠ?â
âWhenever you say.â
I asked in a troubled voice, watching Bettyâs calm demeanor.
âDiscreetly deal with them?â
âCome to think of it, it would be too crude to tell you. It simply means you can talk ill of them in my presence.â
Betty smiled warmly and waved her hand. The previously subtle aura she carried seemed to vanish.
âPerhaps this is my mistake?â
After all, Betty was just a servant, even if she played the betrayer sometimes. She could seem odd at times, but she still belonged to the ordinary category.
âShe cares about me, so she says things aggressively.â
As I turned my gaze, Bettyâs brown eyes flickered.
Until then, I did not know that Betty was an extremely dangerous assassin who had acted as a spy in the Blanchet family and eliminated dozens of people.
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I attended the tea party in a lavender dress with jewelry. The reason was Betty.
âMadam! Youâre the most beautiful even without dressing, but you must go and look even more beautiful! Iâve dressed you, but you should look as if you havenât dressed at all.â
She did this for me, so I didnât want to refuse completely.
âThereâs no need to go to such lengthsâŠâ
The host, the Hetel Countess, greeted me with a bright smile.
âWelcome, Lady Blanchet. Iâm delighted to introduce such a wonderful person as you to my dear friends.â
I nodded as I looked at the Countess, who seemed to have pulled out her finest attire, and the tea party guests in the background. It looked as if I might attend a royal ball.
ââŠThis was necessary.â
Especially the eyes of the Hetel Countess looked as if she were facing a sworn ally. I suspected she thought I had spent the night with John last night.
âItâs a trap, though.â
To see such an openly hostile expression was almost comical.
âItâs an honor to meet you, Lady Blanchet. Iâve longed to meet you since I havenât had the chance before, and Iâm in awe of your beauty.â
âIndeed. The rumor was perhaps exaggerated; youâre even more beautiful than the rumors suggested.â
The noble ladies around me waved fans like butterfly wings and laughed brightly.
âThey all hate me.â
Not having appeared in polite society yet implied that I was out of place, and the insinuation about a noble-born adopted child implied I was a commoner. Mentioning the rumors was the same.
âThey cannot treat me as a noblelady.â
The Hetel Countess had invited everyone in a hostile manner, and they all were outwardly hostile. Yet I did not feel afraid.
âIâve faced much worse things.â
Even openly showing hostility was easier to manage, as it made outcomes predictable. Looking at their openly hostile faces, they didnât seem to be particularly formidable people.
I spoke with a gentle smile.
âItâs nice to see you all. By the way…â
I frowned slightly, as if in trouble, and tilted my head.
âCould you tell me which family you all belong to?â
Then one noblewoman, as if she had caught a clue, cried out, âWhy, indeed!â and waved a fan emblazoned with her family crest in pride.
âDo you not recognize the crest on the fan? Although you havenât debuted in society, is it not rude of you?â
âYes. In society, thatâs common sense. Iâm quite worried for you, Lady Blanchet.â
At that moment, the Hetel Countess snapped the fan shut.
âPlease donât treat Lady Blanchet so harshly. Itâs not the Countessâs intention. As the hostess of the tea party, Iâll apologize on her behalf.â
As the Countessâs shoulder shrugged, I regarded them with a troubled smile.
âIf anyone is upset, Iâll apologize.â
I sighed, showing a look of lament.
âIâm only familiar with noble families that are listed in the Golden Bough genealogical record.â
The Golden Bough genealogy mapâa roster of names and titles of those recognized as true nobles since the founding of the empire. Even though nobles could be bought with money, names could not be bought into the Golden Bough Genealogy. It symbolized the highest esteem of the imperial lineage.
âNo family here should be in the Golden Bough.â
Even the Countess Hetelâs family name, which is considered esteemed, had not earned a place in the Golden Bough.
âI still have a lot to learn.â
â…â
âNow, could you please introduce us once more? Which family are you from?â
The noblewomen who had been bragging about their crests just a moment ago lowered their hands. Some who had been puffing up their shoulders with pride shrank.
Perhaps it was because I hadnât moved to help them.
At that moment, Hetel Countessâs young daughter, Rothe, appeared alongside Ortea the Minister.
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