Chapter 26
‘Well, if he got hurt like that… he might not want to talk about it honestly.’
Just like she didn’t want to share that she had seen her mother in a dream.
However, after Eugenie swallowed the bread, Alfred’s fingers didn’t leave her mouth. His thumb brushed softly over her plump lips, while the two fingers that invaded her mouth gently tapped her tongue.
It felt just like when he had inspected her lower body the night before.
Finally, Eugenie carefully licked those fingers. The long, slightly rough digits pressed tightly against her lips as she closed them around them. The yolk that coated his fingers was as thick as the s–en that had splattered around her mouth last night.
It was strange. Her body felt oddly unusual.
“Haah, Brother…”
Eugenie whispered, narrowing her increasingly hazy eyes.
‘After doing all that yesterday… my thighs keep feeling…’
The ticklish sensation was so strong that she felt like if she didn’t have something penetrate her, she would burst with wetness.
Perhaps sensing her distress, Alfred subtly leaned closer.
As Eugenie glanced down at the lower part of his gown, her face flushed a light pink. In the bright sunlight, she couldn’t believe how bumpy and swollen the pillar looked.
“Ahh.”
But her sudden admiration was cut off when Alfred pressed his lips against her neck. The teasing bites on her delicate flesh made her bare body slowly start to heat up again.
A warm voice whispered playfully in her ear.
“Eugenie, if you’re okay…”
“Mmm…”
“Is it alright for me to stay?”
“…”
Normally, she would have to be with her next husband by lunchtime… but since there was still time, she could spend it with Alfred…
Eugenie rolled her eyes momentarily, then whispered in a slightly embarrassed voice.
“…Yes.”
In the end, that morning’s breakfast didn’t just end with their lips.
* * *
After discovering more about her own desires, it was time for Eugenie to spend time with her second first-night partner.
“Duke Troys, good afternoon.”
“…”
“…”
This moment felt more embarrassing than she had anticipated.
Eugenie awkwardly looked at the man sitting across from her before shifting her gaze to the left.
Tonight’s groom is Percival Troys, who protects the Empire’s borders… or rather, she should say, he is now a Duke.
With his black hair contrasting against his pale skin, and features as cool and striking as a white marble statue, his deep purple eyes were inscrutable, revealing nothing of his thoughts.
He seemed to prefer wearing black even in casual clothing, with both his shirt and pants being pitch dark.
Although his physique was as muscular as Alfred’s, the former had a vibrant energy typical of someone from the South, while the latter emanated an intimidating aura. Just a slight movement from him could easily invoke the image of a powerful black panther.
‘Just like that peculiar rumor about a family with the blood of monsters flowing through them.’
The thought of having to sleep with someone like him was daunting…
‘I can see why I felt less awkward with Alfred.’
At least sleeping with someone familiar was manageable, but she had hardly interacted with this man in the social circles—her encounters with him could be counted on one hand.
‘Once during my debutante ball, and maybe three or four times afterward?’
After that, Eugenie had become too busy with her studies, naturally distancing herself from the social scene. To be honest, she didn’t want to step into a space filled with her stepmother and Apollin’s antics.
At that moment, the Duke awkwardly adjusted his teacup, his hands holding it delicately, which only heightened the surreal feeling of this moment.
“Lady Norton.”
“Ah, yes.”
“I understand that this marriage may be a bit overwhelming for you, but I hope you won’t feel too burdened.”
“Oh, um, yes.”
It seemed the Duke was aware that this marriage was quite unconventional.
However, his status and appearance were certainly not something to take lightly, especially not when marrying someone like her, who was slightly outside the aristocratic norm.
‘Originally, there would have been a long, cumbersome process involving a request to the imperial family.’
But this man had boldly drawn on his ‘Imperial Wish Claim’, a special privilege.
As that thought crossed her mind, Eugenie gently cradled her teacup with both hands.
“By the way, Duke, I’m curious about something.”
“What is it?”
“Were you allowed to use the funds from the 1,875 expeditions for the wedding?”
“Of course.”
The Duke replied seriously.
“It’s only natural to allocate such resources for a contract with Lady’s mother.”
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