Chapter 67

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Translator: Harry Potta
Chapter: 67
Chapter Title: Punishment
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These were the words Aileen had so desperately longed to hear. Which was exactly how she knew it had to be a dream. Aileen reached out to the Cesare in her dream.

He willingly sank into her embrace. Aileen asked, her voice filled with a desperate wish.

“Will I... be able to see you tomorrow?”

It was a question she could never ask the real Cesare. She cautiously voiced the words she would never dare to say aloud, cloaked in the safety of her dream.

“I want to see you tomorrow, too...”

A large hand then stroked her hair and cheek. Aileen leaned her face into his touch, a pleasant warmth spreading through her. His reply was somewhat at odds with her confession.

“It will be as you wish.”

A sweet, tender voice flowed from the man who smelled of blood.

“Anything at all.”

With his final whisper, Aileen was pulled into a deep, dreamless sleep.

***

Aileen suddenly stirred from her sleep. She couldn't quite recall the details, but she had the feeling she'd been having a wonderful dream. The lingering sense of disappointment upon waking was proof enough...

It was still dark beyond her closed eyelids. Just as she was about to drift off again, a strange sound seeped into her ears. A wet, squelching noise, and a pained-sounding moan.

As she registered the oddity, she felt a foreign sensation below. Something long and hard was slowly stirring inside her. A dizzying mix of pleasure and pain swirled within her. A hazy thought drifted through her mind.

*Come to think of it, I went to sleep without any underwear on.*

With no pubic hair to protect the delicate skin, she was particularly sensitive to any stimulation. The slightest touch of fabric against her swollen flesh had been causing a stinging pain, so she had decided to sleep without underwear tonight.

As if to punish her for the lewdness of not wearing her undergarments, the hard object rubbed gently against her inner walls. Aileen reflexively clenched her muscles below. Her already slick walls gripped the intruder with all their might.

But the soft assault did it no harm. The intruder delved deeper without hesitation, slowly rubbing against her insides. The sensation of it meticulously tracing her inner walls made Aileen shudder, her eyes flying open.

“Hnngh...!”

A moan escaped her lips. She belatedly pushed herself halfway up, frantically looking down. Faced with an unimaginable sight, Aileen cried out his name like a scream.

“Lord... Lord Cesare!”

Cesare was sitting between her widely spread legs. He had ointment on his index and middle fingers and was tending to her private parts.

Her gaze met his red eyes before darting down to her nether regions, which were covered in a milky-white ointment. The sight of the sticky salve slathered over her red, swollen flesh sparked strange thoughts in her mind.

Aileen's face flushed in an instant. While she was at a loss for what to do, Cesare simply continued his ministrations with a nonchalant air. He narrowed his eyes, his tone accusatory.

“You've grown into quite the liar.”

His ointment-slicked fingers pushed deep inside her, all the way to their base.

“You said you were fine, but you're completely swollen.”

“Ahk!”

The deep, penetrating sensation made the fine hairs on her cheeks stand on end. Her shameless body gushed with fluid. Even after being thoroughly filled by a man on their wedding night, she was leaking wetness as if it still wasn't enough. Her cheeks burned at her own mortifying reaction. Aileen hurriedly apologized to Cesare.

“I'm sorry,” she gasped. “I... I was just too embarrassed and ashamed.”

It wasn't as if she'd done nothing, though. She had taken the medicine from her lab and gone to bed early. After a good night's sleep, her body already felt much better.

But since she was still swollen, Cesare must have thought she'd completely neglected her injury. When Aileen shot him a repentant look, Cesare spoke in a low, firm tone.

“Don't hide your pain from me. Understand?”

“Yes...”

Aileen's face fell. She had been so pleased, thinking she had gotten away with not applying the ointment, but it was clear now that Cesare had never intended to let it slide.

He must have spread her legs while she slept and checked on her himself. The moment he saw how swollen she was, he must have applied the ointment he'd prepared in advance.

Cesare meticulously explored her inner walls, checking for any spots where she felt particular pain. His fingers moved slowly, palpating her from the inside, and her body trembled involuntarily.

In truth, the pleasure was far greater than the pain. It hadn't been long since she had been thoroughly ravaged by him. Her body, still bearing the marks of their wedding night, reacted with exquisite sensitivity to his touch.

Cesare was only treating her out of concern; she didn't want to be the only one feeling pleasure. Aileen tried to suppress the waves of arousal that kept washing over her. She quickly averted her gaze, clutching her innocent nightgown until her knuckles turned white.

But the foreign sensation inside her gradually awakened her senses. There was no stopping the pleasure coiling in the pit of her stomach.

Wet, squelching sounds echoed in the quiet bedroom. Aileen's hips twitched with every movement of his fingers. She tried to hold back, but her body wouldn't obey. In fact, a part of her wished Cesare would be a little rougher.

“Haa, ah...”

Before she knew it, her legs had fallen wide apart. She even lifted her hips slightly to give his fingers easier access, but Aileen was completely unaware of her own state. She could only pant, caught up in the simmering pleasure.

Just as she was desperately wishing he would move his fingers more forcefully, they slipped out of her entrance.

“Nngh...!”

Aileen let out a frustrated moan, clenching her muscles. Her slick walls tried to hold his fingers back, but just as before, it was a futile effort.

Aileen stared blankly as Cesare wiped his hands with a towel. Her lower belly was throbbing with pent-up pleasure. Her empty entrance twitched of its own accord.

He must have seen the look in her eyes, because his voice was rather stern when he spoke.

“No, Aileen. You're injured.”

His cool rejection made her feel a pang of sorrow. As Aileen whimpered, unable to form words, a faint smile touched Cesare's eyes.

“Is it that torturous?”

Normally, she would have insisted she was fine. But she was in no state for rational thought. Her lips moved before her mind could, revealing her true feelings.

“It's torture.”

She remembered their wedding night. When she had spoken her desires honestly, he had granted her every request. But even as she stared at him now with that same desperate gaze, Cesare didn't lay a single finger on her—despite the thick bulge straining between his own legs.

“This is your punishment, Aileen.”

Instead of thrusting his fingers or his cock into her, he gave her a simple, chaste kiss and whispered.

“Punishment for not being honest about your pain.”

And so, Aileen was forced to spend a torturous day with the unresolved, simmering pleasure coiling in her belly.

***

Senon stared up at the sky with hollow eyes. He cried out to the star-studded heavens, his voice thick with emotion.

“Finally... it's over...!”

Senon squeezed his eyes shut, then opened them and glanced to the side. Rotan was there, silently pulling out a cigarette.

The two men smoked in companionable silence, taking a short break. After exhaling a plume of smoke, Rotan clapped Senon briefly on the shoulder.

“Good work.”

“Hah, yeah. We really went through hell.”

As Senon let out a great sigh, his face was filled with satisfaction. It had been a grueling, forced march, but he didn't feel tired at all. It had all been for Aileen, after all.

Senon, grinning foolishly, rubbed his nose with the back of his hand and muttered.

“Still, it feels a little strange.”

Rotan raised one of his thick eyebrows and asked curtly.

“Why's that?”

“Lady Aileen growing up and getting married... I guess in my heart, I always thought she'd stay a child forever.”

He had watched over her since she was a little girl, small as a doll. And now, suddenly, she was an adult and married. The fact that he was now serving her as the Grand Duchess didn't feel real.

Lost in a fresh wave of sentimentality, Senon recalled the first time he had met Aileen.

She had flown out of a field of lilies like a little bird and thrown herself right into Cesare's arms. The ten-year-old girl, bursting into tears, had been so beautiful it was startling.

But back then, Senon had despised Aileen.