Give Me Back My Glass Shoe - Chapter 40

Hello everyone! there are changes in the chapter numbering, I had edited it to the correct arrangement as there was confusion in the chapter count. Apologies and enjoy the translation!

No matter how much he insisted that his face was softer, she could never agree. But now, she thought she might be able to admit it. Aniella slowly parted her lips.

“Your Grace, why are you being so kind to me?”

It wasn’t just this once. There had been many instances. One day, she mentioned she liked clams but they were expensive, so she’d never had many; at the next meal, enough clams to make her burst appeared. When she mentioned in passing that her nightgown wasn’t really to her taste, various types of nightgowns appeared on her bed with a poof.

The subject of his research was clearly about making people lazy. If delicious food and nice clothes appeared just by asking, anyone would become lazy. But what did that have to do with seeing a sunset?

Aniella couldn’t find the connection.

If it was something he could do without much effort, maybe. But he had made it very clear he was annoyed by things that required troublesome, complex processes. So she was curious why he had changed his mind.

Aniella waited for his answer, feeling her heart pound with nervousness.

“Because I find it amusing to see your happy face.”

Aniella felt her cheeks flush as red as the dyed sky.

“Th-thank you. It’s very beautiful.”

She hoped her agitation wouldn’t reach him. But she had already failed, stammering from the start.

Embarrassed, she fixed her gaze outside again, but then his hand gently touched her cheek. The hand, sliding from where her ear connected, along her jawline, cupped her chin and turned her face back towards him.

“Your cheek is warm.”

His gaze was too intense. When Aniella gulped and tried to avert her eyes, he held her chin and followed her movement.

“Why are you nervous?”

“No, it’s just…”

“Close your eyes.”

Without realizing it, Aniella obeyed his words and closed her eyes. Soon, his lips overlapped hers. The man she had imagined Duke Paiki to be was someone who would be cold even when kissing. She had secretly thought he seemed like the type who wouldn’t care about mutual pleasure, satisfied with his own alone.

But the actual Paiki’s kiss was softer than she had imagined, and his lips were hot. He didn’t suddenly push his tongue deep inside to make it difficult, but mingled his tongue with hers as if tickling her.

Paiki pulled her waist into an embrace. Whenever they made eye contact like this, she would always feel burdened and look away first. But now, this woman, breathing through her slightly parted lips, was staring up at him intently. Desire boiled up from where their bodies met.

Paiki lifted her up and sat her on the wide windowsill. While kissing her, he slipped his hand under her skirt and stroked her leg. The more he touched her smooth skin, the more pleasant it felt.

As he pulled down her underwear and used his hands to spread her legs apart, exposing her intimate flesh, Aniella gasped. She grabbed her skirt, trying to block him from seeing her private place.

“W-wait a moment!”

Despite her frantic movements, Paiki was a step faster. His hand was already between her thighs, touching her womanhood, so Aniella ended up tightly gripping his wrist.

He moved only his fingers while keeping his wrist still. His index and middle fingers moved, searching for her erogenous zone. When he found the soft flesh without difficulty and began circling it, she arched her back forward. As he applied pressure and stroked, her trembling legs began to twitch.

“Hng.”

“You seem to be trying to hold back, but you’re clearly feeling it.”

“That’s not it, Aht!”

“It’s fine, just feel it.”

Paiki took her hand and placed it on his shoulder. Feeling the hole becoming moist, he lifted her skirt and buried his head inside. He sharpened his tongue and licked around the hole, causing her waist to jolt sharply.

Without realizing it, Aniella wrapped her legs around his body. Paiki grabbed her b******s and pulled her closer to him. He licked upwards in a broad stroke, then took the now prominent flesh into his mouth and sucked. Her legs, which had been twitching, trembled and held onto his body more tightly.

“No, Your Grace. St-stop!”