Chapter 77

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Translator: Harry Potta
Chapter: 77
Chapter Title: Honest Desires
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Aileen often dreamed of Cesare. As he was the person she thought of most, he appeared in her dreams quite frequently.

The dreams were generally realistic, consisting of peaceful moments like strolling through the imperial palace gardens or having tea with Cesare.

But while he was away at war, nightmares became frequent. They were usually dreams of receiving bad news. Other times, she would simply watch his back as he walked away endlessly. Whenever she awoke from a dream where she called out to his retreating figure again and again, only for him to never turn back, her pillowcase would be soaked with tears.

It was agonizing, but inevitable. Aileen was always thinking of Cesare, so it was only natural that she would dream of him.

But for Cesare to have dreamed of her, on the other hand, felt incredibly strange. And a dream of them living together in a brick house, no less. That was the very married life Aileen had always wished for.

Aileen wished he would tell her more about the dream. But as always, Cesare didn't elaborate. He simply caressed her body in silence.

His large hand slowly kneaded her breast. Her breath grew ragged at the gentle touch. The peak of her breast subtly hardened, rising to a point so distinct that even Aileen could feel it clearly.

His thumb pressed down on the taut nipple. As he continued to nip and lick at her neck while pressing both her nipples, Aileen let out a small moan.

“Hngh…”

A warmth bloomed instantly between her legs. Aileen tensed, squeezing her thighs together and unconsciously arching her back. The movement pushed her hips back against Cesare, who held her tightly from behind.

Startled by the sensation of his erection pressing against her, she tried to pull away. But Cesare immediately moved one hand down to press against her lower abdomen. Pinning her in place with his large hand, he continued to caress her breast.

“Ngh, ah, Cesare…”

Aileen was acutely aware of his erection behind her. Pressed so tightly together, she could feel it growing hotter and harder against her. The raw fact that Cesare was aroused by her sent a strange flutter through her stomach.

The memory of their first time surfaced unbidden—the penetration, his thick shaft churning violently inside her as she lay pinned beneath him, crying out, unable to move.

Aileen had always cherished her moments with Cesare, sometimes revisiting the memories to savor them. But she deliberately tried not to think about their wedding night.

Thinking of that night made her entire body burn as if set ablaze. Even now, a searing heat engulfed her, and her breathing grew even more ragged.

As if he knew what she wanted, the hand on her lower abdomen pushed aside the fabric of her dress. He untied the ribbon of her skirt and slipped his hand inside the loosened waistband. The moment his fingers brushed against her underwear, Aileen let out a sharp gasp, her body trembling violently.

“Hk!”

Her face and neck flushed crimson. Her sharp cry was unmistakably a sound of anticipation for the caresses to follow.

In truth, Aileen was desperately longing for what was to come. It had been this way for the past several days, every time Cesare laid a hand on her.

On their wedding night, their union had been painful and frightening enough to make her cry, but now, she felt not a shred of fear. There was only pure anticipation.

This was only their second time together. To have become so wanton already was a far cry from the chastity expected of a lady.

‘What do I do…’

She felt she was in trouble, having become so lewd. She knew she should try to restrain herself, but the moment Cesare’s hands were on her, all such thoughts vanished. All she could do was blankly wish for him to touch her, and quickly.

His long, pianist’s fingers began to rub her slowly. Aileen tried to even her ragged breathing, but it wasn’t easy.

Cesare had no intention of helping Aileen in her struggle. He let out a low chuckle and pressed down firmly over her entrance, through the thin fabric of her underwear. Aileen’s body jolted as the cloth pushed slightly inside her.

Through the thin fabric, his finger prodded gently at her entrance. The motion mimicked penetration, and at the same time, the heel of his palm pressed firmly against her clitoris.

Her entrance pulsed instinctively, trying to accept his finger. Aileen could feel her own body’s desperate plea for the intruder beyond the fabric.

The rising heat made her head spin. The pleasure she had so desperately awaited was within reach. Filled with anticipation, she continued to weep, soaking her underwear with a sticky wetness.

There was no way Cesare, separated from her by only a thin layer of cloth, could be unaware of this. He pushed the clinging, saturated fabric deeper into her. Then, he pulled it away.

A string of her fluid stretched between her body and the fabric. Cesare swept his fingers lightly over her thoroughly soaked, tender flesh and asked.

“When did you get so wet?”

Aileen squeezed her eyes shut. She was so terribly embarrassed she wanted to flee, but she knew that would only lead to more agony later. Even now, her body ached with need.

‘Today, I really must, today…’

She wanted to feel that release. Every time she remembered the vivid moment of her climax, a dull ache throbbed in her lower abdomen. Twisting her shoulders at the touch of his hand stroking her, she answered.

“Hk, ngh, I-I'm sorry.”

“For what?”

“Because I'm so…”

To think she was saying such things with her own mouth. Aileen whispered, finding the reality of it hard to believe.

“Wanting to do… things like that…”

“You have to be specific, Aileen.”

Her blush now reaching her chest, Aileen whispered in an even smaller voice.

“Lewd things…”

Having finally coaxed an honest answer from her, Cesare kissed her cheek in praise. As his lips pulled away with a soft peck, Aileen blinked rapidly, trying not to reveal how much she had enjoyed it.

He coated his fingers in her slickness and rubbed it over her clitoris. He toyed with the taut little nub as if finding it cute, and asked again.

“How does it feel when I touch you here?”

“Nngh, it feels good.”

When she answered so readily, Cesare rewarded her with another kiss on the cheek. Two soft pecks, this time.

“Tell your husband when you're about to come. You can do that, can't you?”

He was telling her she had to be honest about everything for them to both enjoy themselves. Aileen, who had been secretly worried that she was the only one taking pleasure in this, nodded frantically.

Cesare’s finger slid slowly into her. She wanted him to push all the way in, to the hilt, but he stopped after only the first knuckle and asked.

“Shall we try it now?”

“Yes, hngh, l-let's.”

“Spread your legs a little wider.”

Her resolution not to seem too wanton vanished. The moment he mentioned her climax, she answered as if she’d been waiting for the words. She did as she was told, quickly spreading her legs wider to give his hand easier access.

Aileen’s reason had long since vanished. Whimpering like a small animal, she clutched the forearm of the man holding her.

Even the feel of his thick, muscular forearm was a sensual thrill. Aileen struggled not to dig her nails into his skin.

The finger that had been only partially inside now slid all the way to its base. It was a deep thrust, his palm pressing against her outer lips.

“Does it hurt?”

“No, not at all, hh, ungh, it doesn't hurt…”

Her mouth watered as if she were before a delicious meal. Her breath came in short, sweet pants as she arched her back and moaned. In her hazy state, she struggled to maintain the ‘honesty’ he had demanded of her.

“Ah, aah, Cesare, hngh, th-there, that feels good.”

He began to move his finger slowly, thrusting deep before pulling back, and made another demand of her.

“Tell me more, Aileen.”

He whispered to Aileen, who was lost in a haze of pleasure.

“Hm? You must be honest with your husband.”