Chapter 80

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Translator: Harry Potta
Chapter: 80
Chapter Title: A Tentative Lead
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Cesare, who called himself gentle, seemed to genuinely believe it. For a moment, Aileen forgot she was facing the great Grand Duke and simply stared at him in disbelief.

Cesare, reading the emotion in Aileen's eyes, let a faint smile touch his lips. He gently caressed her body, which still trembled intermittently.

“If I weren't gentle, you probably would have never been allowed to leave the mansion.”

He said, brushing her tear-dampened eyelashes.

“Unable to see the plants you so love.”

At his calm words, Aileen slowly blinked her surprised eyes. His finger tickled her as it touched her lashes. She fluttered her eyes a few more times, and Cesare let out a soft chuckle.

“Stick out your tongue.”

Had I done something wrong? Aileen racked her brain for a moment but couldn't find an answer.

*‘If only His Excellency would tell me a little more of what's on his mind.’*

Though she was well acquainted with his temperament, it was always a shame when he was this difficult to read. In the end, Aileen couldn't answer him and, cautiously watching his expression, tentatively stuck out her tongue.

A bit of pink flesh peeked out from between her lips. He gently sucked on the tip of her tongue, drawing it into his mouth. He tangled their tongues, rubbing and nipping at hers, tormenting it as he pleased.

His member, still buried inside Aileen, began to swell and harden once more. She felt the entire process of it growing larger within her.

His cock, which had softened slightly after he'd finished, soon filled her tightly again. While he grew fiercely erect below, Cesare continued to kiss Aileen gently.

It was a soft, sensual kiss, as if to distract her from what was happening below. The pleasant kiss, combined with the heavy, full feeling in her womb, made Aileen unwittingly let out a small moan.

“Hngh…”

At that, he began to touch her breasts, heightening her arousal. As his fingers gently played with her nipple, a tingling sensation shot through her chest, and her lower belly, which held his member, throbbed.

When Aileen squirmed, Cesare stopped kissing her. He licked her wet lips once before making her hold her own breasts.

“Hold them for me. I'm going to suck on them.”

Aileen shyly cupped her breasts with both hands and lifted them. He praised her, telling her she was doing well, and licked her peaked nipple.

The wet, soft sensation made Aileen's body jolt. Her cunt clenched tightly around the member filling her. Already thoroughly soaked deep inside with his seed and her own fluids, her slick inner walls kneaded the intruder, delivering a pleasant wave of pleasure.

It was as if she were begging for him to thrust more. Aileen truly didn't have the strength to lift a finger, so it was bewildering that her lower body was moving so wantonly on its own.

“You're so tight.”

Cesare licked broadly over her areola and nipple, then sucked with a soft pop, his eyes lifting to meet hers. His red eyes gazed steadily at Aileen.

“Do you like being fucked while I suck on your breasts?”

Aileen bit her lip hard. Just holding her own breasts was embarrassing enough; there was no way she could readily answer such a question. But she had promised to be honest with him.

“Yes…”

After answering, she quickly added another word.

“I'm sorry.”

“For what?”

Aileen glanced down again. The sofa's fabric was completely stained. If only that were all, but she had soaked Cesare's lower body as well. His uniform, which he hadn't fully removed, was drenched and stained.

“Well, it felt so good that… I made a mistake…”

Aileen trailed off, her brow furrowing. Cesare narrowed his eyes and smiled.

“You mean pissing all over me.”

“…”

Aileen squeezed her eyes shut. Cesare let out a low laugh and suckled her breast coaxingly. She cursed her own body for thoughtlessly tightening around his member again. Swallowing the electrifying pleasure that surged through her, Aileen opened her lips once more.

“But, Lord Cesare.”

While she was at it, she decided to just say what she'd been hesitating to ask.

“Hah, um, my body feels so strange right now. It keeps tingling… It's not that I dislike it. It feels amazing, but, haah, it's scary… My body isn't listening to me…”

As she spoke, Cesare continued to lick and suck her breasts, causing her words to mingle with moans. Aileen held her breasts firmly with both hands, presenting them to make it easier for his lips, and spoke again.

“So, nngh, I don't think I can do it th-three times. How about just twice?”

It was a negotiation tactic she'd carefully devised. Aileen murmured with a dejected expression.

“And if it's all right with you, not like before…”

“Were you scared?”

“A little. Not a lot.”

He lifted his lips from her breast and met her gaze.

“Then shall my wife move instead?”

Not understanding what Cesare's suggestion meant, Aileen just stared with wide eyes. Only when he placed his hands on her waist and slowly guided her to move up and down once did she understand.

“Can you do it?”

Honestly, she had no confidence at all. But she thought anything would be better than Cesare doing it. Aileen hesitated, then nodded silently. A moment later, she belatedly answered, “Yes.”

It was a bad habit, to simply nod at the Grand Duke's question instead of answering. But since he had known her from such a young age, she sometimes unconsciously nodded like a child.

Cesare never particularly scolded her for the habit, so it had persisted for a long time.

*‘I need to do better…’*

Aileen chastised her inadequate self and resolved to do her best to please him.

“Don't push yourself too hard.”

Cesare explained what to do, step by step. He had Aileen place her hands on his shoulders and taught her to move up and down while gently swaying her hips back and forth.

Aileen cautiously lifted her hips. The sensation of his large member sliding out, heavily scraping against her insides, made her gasp sharply. The urge to pee returned, and she squeezed her muscles tightly. Then, she carefully lowered herself back down.

Though her movements were almost tediously slow, Cesare continuously soothed and praised her. He brushed her sweat-dampened hair from her face and whispered.

“You're doing well, Aileen.”

His constant praise made her feel as if she really were doing well, though she knew that couldn't possibly be true. Perhaps it was because Cesare unabashedly showed his pleasure with her every movement.

His always-sharp red eyes clouded slightly with pleasure, his gaze flushed and heated, and his muscles tensed and hardened. Watching him feel pleasure made Aileen's insides tingle.

*‘So this is why Lord Cesare told me to be honest.’*

Her partner's pleasure was a crucial element in their relations. She wanted to see him feel even more pleasure. Aileen diligently tried to follow his instructions. Cesare held her waist to support her, watching her every move.

“A little more… Yes, did you reach the right spot?”

Aileen shifted her hips, searching for the spot he had pounded with the head of his cock. His member was so large that even a slight push was enough to press deep inside her. Aileen let out a sharp cry and trembled violently.

“Haaah! Yes, yes…!”

As she answered while shivering, Cesare praised her again, “Well done.” Every time she heard his praise, her head felt strange. Aileen swallowed the saliva that had pooled in her mouth. The back of her neck prickled as pleasure steadily built.

It was a pleasure she had already learned once before. She now knew well that when he pressed the deepest part of her with his member, it was painful at first but gradually became more pleasurable, eventually leading to a frighteningly ecstatic, continuous climax.

While she grunted and moved, holding onto Cesare's shoulders, he suddenly pressed down hard on the small of her back. Her clitoris was crushed against his firm lower abdomen.

Aileen instinctively rubbed her swollen flesh against him, panting for breath. The sharp jolt of pleasure made her movements turn rough. His thick member plunged deep inside, parting her wet flesh. The sensation of its head pressing against her deep, tender spot grew increasingly unbearable.

“Hk, Lord Cesare…”

Frightened by the uncontrollable wave of pleasure, she called his name. Tears were now streaming down Aileen's face as she asked him.

“May I… may I kiss you, hngh?”

She felt it would be less scary if Cesare kissed her. But he didn't answer right away. Aileen met his intense red gaze and offered a rambling excuse.

“I-It, hngh, it feels so good… that it's scary… I thought if we kissed, it might, hngh, be a little better…”

She knew she couldn't do anything if he refused, but she still asked cautiously, hoping he would kiss her. Cesare, who had been staring blankly at the crying Aileen, suddenly let his features contort.

His lower abdomen, pressed against hers, grew even harder and spasmed briefly. At the twitching movement of his member buried inside her, Aileen gasped again.

His face hardening to a frightening degree, he crashed his lips against hers.