Chapter 45

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Translator: Harry Potta
Chapter: 45
Chapter Title: Beautiful
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While Aileen was completely lost in the sensation of him sucking and biting her ear, his hand slid around to her chest. With precise movements, he undid the buttons of her blouse one by one.
The blouse, which had been modestly buttoned up to her neck, was in disarray in an instant. But as if he couldn't even bear the brief moment it took to unbutton it, he roughly pulled the blouse open from both sides.
The remaining buttons, not yet undone, were all torn off. Seeing even the button she had diligently sewn back on just a few days ago get ripped away, Aileen cried out urgently.
“Ah, Your Excellency—no, hah, Lord Cesare, ah!”
But his hands didn't stop. Instead, he gripped both of her breasts tightly. He continued to suck on her ear, kneading her breasts—which barely fit in his large hands—as if they were soft rabbit dolls.
The moment he pinched her nipple between his fingers, Aileen gasped and thrust her hips up. This resulted in her grinding her rear against his hard, swollen member. She wanted to lower her hips, but her body jerked reflexively every time he pinched her nipple, leaving her helpless.
She bucked her hips as if she were deliberately grinding herself against him. Unaware of what a lewd act she was performing, Aileen could only pant out moans.
Every time he tormented her nipples, a strange, tingling sensation shot through her core. It was as if the two parts of her body were connected by the same nerve.
“Hah, stop… my chest, please stop…”
she sobbed, pleading with him. Cesare opened his mouth and bit Aileen’s cheek. After nipping her cheek, red as an apple, he asked mischievously.
“You were wrong, weren’t you, Aileen?”
“Y-Yes, ah, I… I was wrong, hngh, ugh!”
She hastily begged for forgiveness without even knowing what she had done wrong. At that, he finally released her. As the weight pressing on her from behind lifted, Aileen quickly crossed her arms to cover her chest. But it was a futile gesture. His hands were already moving elsewhere.
Her skirt was flipped up. Aileen, sprawled on the sofa with her lower body completely exposed, let out a small scream. Cesare continued speaking nonchalantly as he pulled off her drawers.
“From now on, don’t talk so carelessly about dying. Understood?”
“Yes, I won’t! Hah, not my undergarments…!”
“They’re too wet. You’ll catch a cold if you wear wet clothes.”
It was nonsense, no different from when Aileen had claimed there were many fascinating things in the bathroom. While Aileen tried to sit up, he stripped off her underwear, which was soaked with her fluids.
The fabric clinging to her sex fell away. The small piece of cloth slid down her legs. With her last undergarment gone, Aileen gave up on trying to get up and covered her face with her hands. Her entire body flushed red, all the way to her nape, she whispered.
“Please don’t look…”
But she could feel his gaze on her, stark and undisguised. Below her plump bottom, her most intimate part was softly revealed. The wet flesh shivered as it met the air.
When she unconsciously clenched her muscles down below, her entrance twitched, releasing the fluid pooled inside. Arousal fluid trickled slowly down her thigh.
Cesare was silent for a long moment. He hummed, a low sound in his throat as if troubled. His long fingers parted the lips of her sex. The drenched, closed folds of flesh separated, stealthily revealing the intimate interior.
“There’s no way you did this yourself.”
Hah, he let out a light breath. The breath ghosted over her sensitive flesh, and Aileen’s hips trembled minutely.
“Who shaved you down here?”
At first, she didn’t understand what he was asking. Then, his prodding for an answer made her realize.
“Hm? Aileen.”
Revealing the secret of her most private part of her body to him was terribly embarrassing. Aileen confessed in a voice so small it was barely audible to the man whose gaze had been fixed between her legs.
“It… never grew…”
The delicate area exposed soft flesh, completely bare. It was a smooth, shameful secret she had never wanted to show him.
Even after puberty, no hair grew on her underarms or private area. For a time, her difference from others had been a source of serious worry. But since it was a part of her no one else would ever see, she had resolved to live with it as her secret forever.
And now, of all people, Cesare had discovered it. The one person she most wanted to hide it from.
‘So it’s true that no secret can be kept forever.’
Aileen despaired inwardly. She knew he would see it eventually after they married and spent their first night together, but she had still wanted to hide it for as long as possible.
She tried to hide herself from his view, but his large hands held her firmly apart, making it impossible. Aileen begged, almost sobbing.
“Could you please stop looking now…?”
To think she was showing Cesare her sex, glistening with arousal. It was a moment she wouldn’t have believed even if it were a dream.
Worse, the longer his silence and his gaze lingered, the more her entrance twitched, weeping her fluids. She was in such a state that she would have no excuse if he condemned her for being lewd.
‘But my body is acting on its own.’
If Cesare hadn’t touched her breasts, hadn’t sucked her fingers—if he hadn’t laid a single finger on her, she could have maintained her modesty.
‘This is all the Grand Duke’s fault.’
While she buried her blushing face in the sofa, diligently blaming him, something was happening behind her that would make her faint if she knew. Cesare slowly knelt and brought his lips to her sex.
Aileen, who had been sniffling in shame, completely unaware, gasped sharply. It was because of the lips that had pressed a soft kiss to her entrance before pulling away.
Unbelievably, it seemed Cesare had kissed her there. Aileen couldn’t bring herself to turn around. She trembled where she lay and said,
“Don’t… It’s unclean there…”
She tried to persuade him that he shouldn’t do such a thing, but for some reason, her words only seemed to arouse him further. He simply kissed her again. She heard the sound of a chuckle.
“It’s beautiful, Aileen.”
At his praise, Aileen pressed her lips together. It was because she had foolishly felt a rush of pleasure the moment she heard the compliment. That single word, *beautiful*, made her heart melt.
As Aileen fell silent, Cesare parted his lips and began to slowly suckle her entrance. He deliberately made lewd, sucking sounds, loud enough for her to hear.
He suckled at her, then lapped at her with long strokes of his tongue. He licked from her opening to her clit, and the devoted attention made more fluid stream from her sex.
As if not wanting to waste a single drop of her leaking fluid, he extended his tongue and pushed it into the soft, rosy crevice. At his attempt to lap up even the fluid pooled inside, Aileen let out a choked, breathy moan.
“Ah…!”
Aileen, panting and lost in ecstatic pleasure, snapped her eyes wide open. Something hard had touched her entrance. It was Cesare’s finger. The finger slid smoothly into her completely relaxed opening. The first knuckle of his long finger slipped inside.
It was only a single knuckle, but her entire body tensed. Her body, experiencing an intruder for the first time in her life, could not easily adapt to the unfamiliar act. She couldn’t believe that something could be put into such a small opening, let alone that a child could be born from it.
“Lord Cesare… Lord Cesare…”
Aileen called his name, dazed. As if believing he could somehow soothe her fears. Cesare pushed his finger inside very slowly, allowing Aileen to adjust.
“This is a problem. You’re so tight.”
he murmured, moving his half-inserted middle finger shallowly back and forth as if gauging something.
“You can’t even take a single finger…”
Then, he curled his finger. Feeling as if she were being stretched open from the inside, Aileen made another frightened sound.
“I’m scared, I’m scared… Please don’t move…”
At her sobbing moan, Cesare soothed her by placing a light kiss on her sex.
“I’m not moving. It’s all right. Don’t be so scared.”
He kept his finger curled and held perfectly still. The bent finger was pressing firmly against something. It seemed to be the spot just behind her clit.
Just the pressure alone made Aileen feel strange. A ticklish sensation began to simmer deep in her belly.