Chapter 2
At her pleading voice, Ian swept a hand back through his hair. The hand sliding through his fine golden hair was long and, in a distinctly masculine way, large and thick. He gripped Liria’s cheek and leaned close.
Close enough for her to feel his breath. His vivid blue eyes, blazing with fervent intensity, pierced straight through Liria.
“Let’s make one thing clear.”
“……”
“I’m not the one who started this. You did, Ducal Lady Liria Devlin. This is all because you wanted it.”
Liria nodded slowly but unmistakably. I understand, so hurry up already. At her silent urging, Ian pressed his body against hers and buried his face in the defenseless nape of her neck.
He sank his teeth into her pale, soft skin and sucked on it while kneading her b****t over her clothes. Despite Liria’s thin frame, her b*****s had a fair amount of fullness to them. After massaging them without hurting her, his hand slipped through the opening of her white uniform.
“Mmh, Your Highness…”
When his hand, carrying his hot body heat, touched her bare skin, Liria shuddered reflexively. When his fingers finally slipped beneath her underwear and touched the hardened peak jutting upward, she twisted her waist without even realizing it.
Everywhere Ian touched her was unbearably ticklish. Wherever his lips and fingers brushed, heat spread as though she had been burned.
His callused fingertips rolled her n****e in circles, then rubbed and teased it. Liria sucked in a sharp breath, pressed her thighs together, and crossed her legs. She could feel the unfamiliar sensation of herself gradually growing wet below.
“Ah…!”
The buttons of her uniform were torn away as her clothes were stripped off. Ian yanked down her underwear and took her exposed b****t into his mouth. His hot, wet mouth enveloped the hardened peak, sucking on it like a child. Every so often, he bared his teeth and scraped at the surrounding flesh.
“Ahh, Your Highness, ah!”
Liria tightly gripped the broad shoulders hemming her body in. The sight of a man who would rank among the most rational and haughty men in the empire clinging to her b****t was quite visually stimulating.
When she cupped his cheek and lifted his face, the expression blurred by arousal obediently followed her hand. His half-lidded eyes and the corners of his mouth gleaming with saliva. Thinking that she was the one who had reduced him to this filled her with an inexplicable sense of exhilaration.
While Liria’s thoughts wandered for a moment, Ian slowly swept his palm down her slender body. Savoring the smooth flesh that had hardly any muscle on it at all, his hand passed in turn over her long, slender neck, her gently rounded shoulders, her narrow waist, and her flat stomach before gliding farther downward.
His hand stopped when it reached another place that had at least some softness to it, her thighs, and firmly grasped the tender flesh on the inside.
“Haah…!”
“Focus, Ducal Lady.”
Ian raised one brow at an angle and warned her in a low voice as his thumb subtly rubbed her thigh. After kneading her thigh several times like that, his hand finally moved upward. He pressed firmly against the center of her underwear, which was soaked enough to leave a dark stain.
“Ah!”
Liria jolted as though lightning had struck above her head and squeezed her legs together. But Ian’s hand, already positioned between them, moved without care. Her thighs trembled at the slow strokes tracing over the fabric.
Ian covered her mound with his large hand and rubbed it languidly, then pushed her underwear aside and stroked the cleft with his fingers. Her arousal had already leaked from her entrance and thoroughly soaked the inside of her underwear.
“Mmmh.”
When he teased around her entrance as though he might thrust his fingers inside at any moment, Liria moaned as if whining for more. Ian pressed down on the soft flesh, then hooked a finger around the strap of her underwear.
Just before he could remove that final piece of underwear and leave her completely naked, Liria’s eyes suddenly flew open and she stopped Ian.
“W-Wait!”
Ian’s expression instantly soured. He knitted his brows in irritation and looked at Liria as though asking what the problem was. Liria swallowed dryly and spoke.
“There’s one thing I want to make clear too.”
“What.”
“Your Highness, you really do like me, don’t you?”
“…Ducal Lady, you really are…”
Ian let out a disbelieving laugh. Even under his gaze, which looked as though he were staring at an idiot, Liria remained steadfast.
Admit it, admit it. Admit that you like me!
‘Because that’s the only way I can survive instead of dying like I did in the original storyyy.’
The words she couldn’t bring herself to say aloud circled inside Liria’s mouth. She had her own reasons for how things had ended up like this.
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