Chapter 27
Her brain rang sharply. Her inner walls clenched and quivered, and her lower abdomen throbbed dully. This was what it meant to reach ecstasy. She was learning it for the first time. Even after more than ten years of marriage, she had never known what coming was, yet during a lesson she had gone because of her student’s thing.
Julia trembled for a long while. Duke Drexton endured through her climax and tried to continue afterward, but it was impossible with her inner walls kneading and squeezing him so relentlessly. In the end, he ended up spilling thick, pale fluid deep inside her.
“Ugh…”
Frowning at the unfulfilled feeling, the Duke looked down at Julia as she was.
With her fair, slender body completely exposed and his thing still inside her, Julia went limp and slackened. Her eyes, entirely unfocused, stared blankly at the ceiling.
Duke Drexton licked his lips.
He glanced briefly at the hourglass he had deliberately not turned over. Then he moved his hips as if to sweep through her softened, molten interior.
It felt so good.
He wanted to do it again.
Next time, not in the study but in a bed.
Watching Julia’s chest rise and fall busily, the Duke imagined her scent soaking into the bed.
“Don’t you think it’s pointless to hold lessons in a study when we’re not even opening any books?”
Duke Drexton delicately stroked the back of Julia, who was slumped limply in his arms. At his insinuating tone, Julia didn’t even properly process what he was saying and simply kept nodding.
She listens well, obediently. Finding Julia like that pretty, the Duke let out a small laugh and pressed his lips into her sweat-damp hair.
“Tomorrow at this time, let’s meet in the bedroom.”
He gently traced the curve of her waist, left with little more than skin. She was too thin. Perhaps from hardship.
“And during the day tomorrow, come outside.”
* * *
It felt as if she had passed out drunk.
Her entire body ached with muscle soreness, and her head throbbed.
When morning came, Julia woke and sat naked on the bed, wrapped in the sheets like a cocoon, replaying the previous night.
She remembered returning to her room soaked and in disarray below, and she remembered her reason bursting apart like fireworks in her head.
But all that remained in her memory were the Duke’s breath and his hot manhood. She couldn’t recall at all what she herself had said or done.
No matter how hard she tried to focus, her mind was blank. As she stared vacantly, trying to retrace her memories, Julia suddenly touched her lips.
‘Come to think of it, I was the only one who got undressed…’
A brief pang of regret passed through her. Surely the body beneath his shirt had been just as beautiful as his enormous thing…
No, what was she even regretting?
‘Get a grip, Julia Devel. Missus Devel. A widow, Missus Devel!’
Calling her own ‘name’ had an effect. The strange desire subsided instantly, though it came with the side effect of making her feel a little more miserable.
She stepped out of bed to wash and clear her head. At that moment, a heavy pain washed over her inner thighs and waist. And her lower body burned.
Julia looked down between her legs. It was hard to see under the hair, but it seemed a little reddened. Come to think of it, she had taken his seed inside. What should she do?
Surprisingly, the worry about getting a man’s seed inside her faded quickly. Julia had consistently slept with her husband over the past ten years but had never become pregnant. Her husband had mocked her, saying she must be infertile. At first it hurt, but eventually she had come to accept it calmly.
‘I won’t get pregnant. I’m infertile.’
That physical condition was fortunate, yet at the same time it made her feel a little more depressed.
With her mood somewhat lowered, Julia requested water for bathing. The head maid, Mary Hoover, once again personally led Julia to the bathroom where the bathwater was prepared.
But today was slightly different from usual. Over the past few days, Mary had bowed and left at the bathroom door, but today she stayed. Julia flushed and asked,
“Perhaps…”
“I will assist you with your bath.”
Just as expected.
Overwhelmed by Mary’s blunt and resolute manner, Julia nodded for the moment. Only afterward did her thoughts return to the intercourse of the previous night.
‘No. I need to tell her to leave.’
Julia tried desperately to think up a plausible excuse to dismiss Mary. But Mary’s practiced hands were faster than Julia’s feeble resistance. She briskly undid the buttons and undressed her, then poured water over her a few times so her body could adjust to the heat. Even though there had been no lady in the ducal household to attend to for a long time, Mary moved as if she had done this every day.
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