Chapter 9 🔞
By early afternoon, Viscount Alonzo’s estate was in an uproar.
The reason was simple. Aaron Schmidt, Marquis Schmidt and one of the kingdom’s most prestigious Gold Hand Holy Knights, had personally come to visit the viscount’s daughter.
Aaron Schmidt was the head of House Schmidt, a noble family said to possess lands so vast and fertile that their boundaries stretched beyond the horizon.
On top of that, his valor had earned him promotion to the Gold Hands at a remarkably young age. He was a young marquis who possessed both immense wealth and unrivaled honor. What noble house wouldn’t be thrilled by a visit from such a man?
Compared to House Schmidt, the Alonzo family was of considerably lower standing. For Aaron Schmidt himself to come calling in order to meet one of their daughters…
Surely it could only be a good sign.
Without any prior notice, the Marquis made the following declaration:
“I am searching for the lady who stole my heart at last night’s ball. Grand Archmage Freyan has graciously created these enchanted slippers to help me find her. If it would not be too great an imposition, Miss Dolores, would you be willing to try them on?”
Yes. This approach was far more gentlemanly than bluntly asking, “Are you the young lady who spent the night with me and then ran away?”
It also spared him the humiliation of embarrassing himself every time he asked another woman to try on the slippers.
This wizard was far cleverer and far more considerate than Aaron had expected.
Had he simply gone around asking every young lady whether she was the one who had spent the night with him, his own reputation would likely have suffered even if he eventually found her.
At the mention that the Marquis was searching for a bride, Dolores Alonzo’s cheeks blossomed into a rosy pink.
Without the slightest hesitation, she slipped her foot into the slipper Aaron held out.
And the result…
“Ah… what a disappointment…”
It didn’t fit.
Turning down Dolores Alonzo’s earnest request for one more chance to try on the slipper, Aaron politely took his leave of the viscount’s estate and looked toward Daisy.
“Who’s next?”
“Miss Abigail Senkov. She’s the daughter of Count Luizard Senkov. Blonde, and… rather modestly endowed, from what I’ve heard.”
Daisy replied in an indifferent tone, placing noticeable emphasis on “rather modestly endowed.”
“I’ve met Count Senkov several times,” Aaron said as he mounted his horse. “But I’ve never met his daughter…”
The count came to mind immediately.
He was a rugged man with fierce eyes and prominent cheekbones.
It was difficult to imagine such a man having a daughter who matched the delicate young woman from Aaron’s memories.
‘The woman from last night…’
What he remembered was faded blonde hair, a slight chest, and a soft, quiet voice.
「N-not there…!」
Her startled voice suddenly resurfaced in his mind. He could vividly remember the slick sensation that had clung to his fingertips.
After lowering her undergarments, he had found that she was already thoroughly aroused. Even in his drunken state, he had clearly taken his time pleasuring her before anything else.
Every time he gently teased the sensitive bud that responded so readily to his touch, she let out a muffled, breathless moan.
The wet, intimate sound as his fingers moved against the moisture she produced echoed in his memory with such startling clarity that it felt as though the scene were unfolding before him once again.
His fingers ventured deeper and deeper, and her hips began to writhe beneath his touch. The way she twisted her waist and instinctively pressed her thighs together only stirred his desire further.
Ignoring the pressure of her thighs clamping tightly around his wrist, he slowly slipped his fingers farther inside. Hot, velvety folds tightened around them at once. Each slow movement of his fingers drew out a lewd, wet sound, and her arousal coated his hand.
How long had he teased her like that?
When he finally pried apart her trembling thighs with gentle force, the place she had shyly concealed was laid completely bare before him.
Her flushed petals had parted, revealing her most intimate place.
For a moment he simply stared at the damp curls glistening with her arousal.
Then he lowered his head. The scent was too intoxicating to resist.
And the instant his lips touched her, tasting the sweetness gathered there—
“Are you thirsty?”
Daisy’s voice from beside him snapped Aaron back to reality.
He turned his head to find her staring directly at him.
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