Chapter 46

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Translator: Harry Potta
Chapter: 46
Chapter Title: Unanswered Desires
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A strange, titillating sensation kept washing over her, making her involuntarily clench down below. Each time her wet inner walls twitched and tightened around the finger nestled inside, a wave of embarrassment washed over her.

*Just one finger.*

Cesare’s fingers were long, but not particularly thick. The width of his slender, straight finger would be nothing compared to his member.

She had yet to actually see Cesare’s member. But based on their previous contact and today’s, she guessed it had to be at least as thick as four fingers combined. And considering it was cylindrical, not flat, the volume would be…

Aileen stopped her imagination from running wild. She felt she was imagining his member, which she had never even seen, in far too much detail. But the moment she stopped thinking, her attention was drawn back down below.

The fact that he had put it inside and wasn’t moving felt even stranger. The inside of her was beginning to itch, and she was just starting to wish he would scratch it satisfyingly. Just then, his hand touched her sensitive, swollen clit.

“Ahng!”

He began to gently rub her clit with another finger. He pressed and stroked the small peak, which had become hard and pointed like a man’s erection, and when Aileen let out a pleased cry, he began to rub it firmly.

With one finger inside her and her clit being stimulated, a wave of pleasure so intense it sent a shiver down her spine washed over her. A tingling sensation shot up her spine again and again. Her body, feeling an almost unbearable amount of pleasure, instinctively tensed, her hips lifting high. It was as if she were arching her back, begging for more.

She was glad Cesare couldn’t see her face. It was surely a mess of raw pleasure, and if he had seen it, she would have been too mortified to even realize how good his touch felt.

“Ah, hnghh, ahh…”

The lips that had just been murmuring words of refusal were now spilling only breathy moans. Saliva threatened to spill from her parted lips. It was the moment Aileen became completely drenched in pleasure.

The finger that had been resting motionlessly inside her began to move. Startled by the movement, she clenched tightly, and he kissed her vulva again with a soft smack.

“You’re going to cut off my finger.”

Not wanting to be the person who dared to sever the Grand Duke’s finger, she quickly tried to relax. But something was wrong; instead of relaxing, she found herself pulsing, as if trying to suck him deeper inside.

“I-I can’t. Hnngh, I want to relax, but…”

“It doesn’t hurt?”

“No… But it feels so strange.”

She said it with a whine, a hint of sorrow in her voice. Again, she heard his low laugh. As if rewarding her, he gently rolled his other finger over her clit.

The pleasure, given like a reward, caused her slick to well up inside. He must have felt the slick flowing over the finger trapped at her entrance, because he let out a short groan.

As Aileen’s thighs trembled, he began to gently move the finger he had halfway inside, scraping back and forth.

He ground his fingers against her from both the inside and out, with her clit caught in between. The tormenting sensation from both sides made her lower belly heat up quickly.

Pushed out by the pressure from within, her clit protruded just enough to be the perfect size for tormenting. His fingers continued their relentless caress.

“Ah, uhn, ahh…”

The movements were anything but rough. But the sensations built up, layer by sticky layer, making it even harder to bear. Her body, which had been steeped in a light state of arousal all day, could no longer withstand the pleasure.

A sensation similar to what she’d felt that night, but even greater, washed over her. Aileen parted her lips, breathing in ragged gasps.

“Hk, nngh, ah, Lord Cesare, this… this feels so strange…”

Not knowing how to describe the feeling, she could only repeat that it was strange. Cesare then whispered,

“Are you close?”

Not knowing exactly what he meant, she obediently repeated his words.

“I think I’m close…”

The slow, steady sensations had built to a massive, unavoidable peak. Not knowing what to do, Aileen, who had been clawing at the sofa’s fabric, squeezed her eyes shut. She dug her nails into the sofa with all her might. Every muscle in her body went rigid as an electric pleasure exploded deep within her belly.

“Haaaah…!”

The long-tormented sensations burst forth, seemingly without end. The pleasure that swept through her body in wave after wave was agonizing. While she was wracked by a viciously strong climax, Cesare continued to gently torment her clit and entrance with his fingers, prolonging the pleasure.

When she finally reached another, shallower peak, a gush of clear fluid burst from her. The translucent liquid drenched his fingers and her sex, trickling down.

“Stop, it hurts, ahh…”

The overwhelming pleasure was painful. Only when Aileen begged, tears welling in her eyes, did Cesare finally remove his hand.

Aileen collapsed onto the sofa, limp as a rag doll. Her body trembled with intermittent spasms. Cesare licked her wet vulva clean before gathering her into his arms. Just as he had at the grand ducal estate earlier, he sat on the sofa, holding her close.

Crammed together on the small sofa, their bodies pressed against each other, creating a cozy feeling. Aileen leaned fully against him, then felt something and quickly pulled away. She stared at him, stunned by the hard bulge she felt beneath her.

The distinct outline of Cesare’s member was visible through his trousers. His crimson eyes, framed by a slight flush of arousal, glistened with desire.

But Cesare did nothing.

He simply held Aileen quietly.

Why wasn’t he sating his own lust? Just as he had given her pleasure, Aileen wanted him to find his own release through her. Aileen hesitated before tentatively speaking.

“Can’t I… help you? I’m not very good at it, but if you teach me…”

In truth, she had no confidence at all. She doubted he would find any satisfaction in her clumsy touch. Still, she wanted to try. She wanted to see him feel good, too.

But as she carefully reached down, he caught her by the wrist.

“There you go again, saying dangerous things so carelessly.”

Cesare gripped her wrist as if suppressing something, then loosened his hold before it could hurt her.

“We’re not married yet, Aileen.”

*And yet he touched and licked her down there as he pleased, and even put his finger halfway inside her.*

But Cesare simply toyed with her hand, trying to move on. To Aileen, who wanted to know why, he only offered a strange reply.

“Because I don’t want to scare you.”

Cesare smiled meaningfully.

Like a man who had something that would make her run away if she saw it before the wedding.

***

“Lady Aileen!”

Senon threw open the door, excited. But Aileen was long gone. Only Diego was in the drawing-room, smoking a cigarette by the wide-open window.

“…Hah.”

Senon made no effort to hide his disappointment. He had been plowing through his work at the grand ducal estate when he’d belatedly heard of Aileen’s visit and rushed over.

But Aileen had already left with Cesare a while ago. Having missed his chance to see Aileen, Senon tugged at his hair with both hands in frustration. He soon gave up and trudged over to Diego, who was chuckling from his perch on the windowsill.

“Give me one.”

“Giving up on quitting?”

“Temporary suspension.”

Aileen believed Senon was a non-smoker. In his desire to make a good impression on her, he had unwittingly lied, claiming that unlike the other knights, he didn’t smoke.

Since then, he had tried to quit several times to make the lie a reality, but he had only managed to rack up a long record of temporary suspensions.

Senon took a cigarette from Diego’s pack, then snatched the one from Diego’s mouth. He lit his own cigarette before putting the other one back between Diego’s lips.

The two smoked in silence for a moment, side by side. Senon was the first to speak.

“Heard she cut her bangs. And took off her glasses.”

“Yeah. But, Senon.”

Diego narrowed his eyes, took a long drag of his cigarette, and exhaled.

“We always thought the young lady covered her face because of the kidnapping, right?”

“…Right.”

After being kidnapped at twelve, Aileen had suddenly started wearing glasses and growing out her bangs to hide her face. Everyone assumed the change was due to the trauma of the kidnapping. So they had deliberately never mentioned it.

“Turns out that wasn’t it.”

A chill entered Diego’s eyes, and his gaze turned cold. He let out a hollow laugh and said,

“The late Baroness Elorde. She was a far crazier bitch than we ever imagined.”