Chapter 29
No way… Was he…
Was he seriously telling her to sit on the floor?
Seeing him nod as if to confirm her understanding made Rosen’s eyes widen.
A firm hand pressed down on her shoulder, causing Rosen’s knees, which had been bracing against the floor, to buckle helplessly. As soon as she knelt between Iscarion’s legs, who was seated elegantly on the chair, she heard the rustling of high-quality fabric above her. The sound of a buckle being undone followed with a click. At the unexpected noise, Rosen reflexively lifted her head.
“…!”
Right in front of her eyes was a thick, dark red pillar as thick as a child’s forearm. Rosen’s eyes widened in disbelief. If it hadn’t been attached between Iscarion’s legs, she might not have thought it was a part of anyone’s body. The surface of the thick shaft was crisscrossed with bulging veins like thick snakes. The head of it gleamed menacingly, a strange, viscous fluid seeping from the prominent slit at the tip.
Iscarion’s face, as finely chiseled as a sculpture, showed no hesitation or shame as he exposed his intimidating member. He casually grasped the throbbing shaft and stroked it lightly, issuing a straightforward command.
“Suck it.”
Iscarion leaned forward slightly, gripping the back of her neck and pulling her towards his legs. The heavy tip of his shaft bumped softly against her cheek. It was only then that Rosen snapped back to her senses and shook her head violently.
“Didn’t you hear me? I said suck my cxck.”
“Ahh! How could you… Brother, don’t do this!”
“Lady Dana, haven’t you realized your situation yet?”
The unfamiliar coldness in his tone made Rosen freeze. Although he wasn’t shouting, the oppressive power in his voice felt like it was crushing her. For the first time, Rosen understood why the knights and attendants at the grand ducal estate feared Iscarion so much.
“B-Brother… Iscarion…”
“I am not your brother.”
Ever since she was a child, no matter how much mischief she got into or what mistakes she made, he always smiled gently and indulged her. But now, that gentle figure was nowhere to be seen. Instead, a cold, stern man was looking down at her as she knelt before him.
“It seems you have a serious misconception.”
He grabbed Rosen’s chin and lifted it.
“I have never once thought of you as my sister.”
Ah…
Of course, he was the Grand Duke of Lutèce. A noble among nobles, with imperial blood, who was treated as a state guest when visiting other countries. His unyielding gaze made it clear that their positions were as different as heaven and earth.
Moreover, now that even their formal engagement was broken, he had no reason to tolerate her anymore. Rosen regretted all the times she had been disrespectful to him.
Unlike the strict upbringing typical in Kylon, the atmosphere at the Dana Countdom’s house was relatively free. Even when Iscarion brought young Rosen to his home, he had always been lenient with her. Despite this lenient upbringing, Rosen was considered well-mannered by even the rigid academy professors. She was bright, cheerful, and playful but never disrespectful.
But Rosen often behaved casually only in front of Iscarion. While she no longer spilled milk on his desk or hid frogs in his drawers like she did as a child, she still confided in him about various trivial matters and, after falling in love with him, would throw tantrums out of frustration that he didn’t return her feelings.
The nanny who had cared for Rosen from Count Dana’s estate before falling ill and returning home sometimes visited. On one such visit, she was horrified and scolded Rosen for her behavior on her birthday.
“Miss! You mustn’t enter the Grand Duke’s room so casually!”
“Why? I always did it before… Brother said I could come whenever I wanted to talk.”
“That was when you were a child. You can’t do that anymore. Even if you live in the same house, you must send someone ahead to inform him.”
I should have listened to the nanny sooner…
Iscarion, busy with various matters, must have wanted to rest quietly in his room. How bothersome it must have been for him when she barged in to chatter about trivial things.
Rosen had thought he tolerated her slight misbehavior because he saw her as a little sister, but he had actually been enduring it all this time.
“Just because I told you to call me ‘brother,’ did you really think I was?”
“Your, Your Highness…”
Rosen quickly corrected herself, but Iscarion’s expression showed he wasn’t pleased with that either. His long eyes narrowed as the heavy shaft brushed against her lips. Before she could turn her head, the salty scent filled her nostrils.
“Your lesson for today is how to use your mouth.”
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