Chapter 38
Iscarion supported her soft, white naked body from behind, letting her lean back against his chest. “Ah, mmngh…” The warm water touching her swollen lower parts, remnants of their passionate first night, made Rosen let out a thin moan unconsciously. His already hardened, erxct member intruded between her soft bxttxcks, poking her insistently.
“Ugh, no…”
“Such a reaction is disappointing. You used to cry and insist on bathing with me when you were younger.”
He held Rosen tightly in his arms to keep her from moving, lathering soap and rubbing it all over her body. Rosen felt she would die of embarrassment. She was no longer a child, yet here she was, bathing naked with a man who was no longer even her fiancé.
The etiquette books clearly stated that even between married couples, the lights should be turned off during intimacy. Showing one’s naked body, even to a spouse, was considered undignified. Yet, here he was, the noblest of nobles, engaging in all sorts of indecent acts with her without any hesitation, even though she was no longer his fiancée.
Perhaps it was because they were no longer engaged that he felt he had nothing to hold back. She was not a fiancée to be respected and treated with decorum, but merely a bed partner to satisfy his lust.
She had heard of men who kept mistresses and treated them entirely differently from their wives, but she never thought he would be such a man.
As Rosen trembled with betrayal, recalling all the things Iscarion had done to her, his large hand, which had been stroking her brxxsts, slid down past her navel. Surprised, she tried to leap up, but he held her white bxttxcks firmly in place with his other hand, and his long fingers naturally delved into her g***n.
“Rosen, it seems your hole is wet again. Does it itch?”
“No, mmhh, no.”
“Really? Are you sure?”
He whispered teasingly as he caressed her trembling entrance. Her soft insides were already sticky with something other than water. Noticing this, he let his fingers slide over her moist inner walls, chuckling with a low voice.
Rosen tried not to react, but her body, newly awakened to pleasure, responded strongly to even the slightest caress. Unable to lift her head or close her legs, she trembled uncontrollably from the heated sensations as she surrendered her lower body to his hand.
“Your nxxples are standing up so lewdly.”
“Ah!”
“You said you didn’t want to play the role of my fiancée, but you enjoy this?”
His firm knuckle rubbed and pressed against her sensitive spot again. Rosen panted heavily, trapped against his solid chest.
“If I had known you were this lewd… I should have done this earlier.”
“Ah, ugh, ah!”
“Stop getting wet and try to hold it in. At this rate, the bathwater will overflow.”
His low laughter spread across the back of her neck.
Rosen felt so sorrowful and wronged that she was on the verge of tears. Why did her body keep reacting, even when she was being forced into such things? Was she truly as lewd as he claimed?
She worried that he might take things further, but fortunately, he seemed to have no such intentions. Surprisingly, Iscarion was more meticulous in bathing her than her maid. After thoroughly washing her small body and shampooing her hair, he dried her off with a soft towel and laid her on a makeshift bed used for massages in the bathroom.
“I need to apply ointment to your vxgina. Let me see.”
“No, go away! Don’t look, please!”
“Even though it’s not torn, it was quite swollen earlier. If you leave it, it will sting and hurt.”
“That’s none of your business… ah!”
“Spread your legs quietly before I call all the doctors in the capital to look at it.”
At his low threat, Rosen had no choice but to spread her legs. Under the soft light, he carefully examined her exposed, embarrassed area and brought out a small jar of ointment. His long fingers, dipped in the cool ointment, hooked and curved inside her entrance.
Even though he was merely applying ointment, his gentle movements stirred an intimate sensation within her. His persistent gaze felt like a dense caress. Unable to handle the heated sensations, Rosen trembled uncontrollably, exposing her wet s-x to his eyes.
The cool ointment over her swollen entrance quickly soothed the stinging pain. Yet, her small face and entire body flushed bright red from unbearable shame. As she whimpered and tried to cover her face, he mercilessly pulled her hands away.
“Why are you crying? Do you feel that wronged?”
“Let go of me! Ah…”
“What will my poor Rosie do, feeling so wronged?”
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