Chapter 10
Elizia jumped in alarm. However, that was nowhere near enough to clear up the misunderstanding. Unfortunately, her speaking skills were equally disastrous. Both of them were a complete mess.
“Not your head, your body…!”
“My body? What in the world are you planning to do with my corpse?”
“I-I-I want to lose my virginity!”
“What?”
“No, it’s just, even at this age, I still haven’t done it with a man… It’s been my lifelong wish to do that with someone as handsome and well-built as you, Grand Duke…!”
Oh, I’m doomed.
After rambling on and on, Elizia confirmed the Warden Duke’s expression, his mouth hanging open in disbelief, and squeezed her eyes shut. She was so nervous that her heart was pounding in her ears. Its speed was practically on the level of arrhythmia. It felt as if steam were rising from the crown of her head, but the resignation that the water had already been spilled instead drove her into extreme boldness.
After all, she was the type of person who absolutely had to get what she wanted.
That trait, at least, was hereditary and instinctive, so she could not control it. And so, despite having rock-bottom self-esteem, the witch who would occasionally become startlingly daring poured out her desires in a rapid stream.
“I’ll make your d**k bigger. In exchange, please sleep with me. A hundred times, no, fifty, ah, that’s too many, isn’t it? Just a few dozen times…!”
Then I’ll spend the rest of my life savoring those memories…!
“Please save me!”
Tears welled in her eyes once again, and her vision grew misty.
With the witch acting this desperate, Maximilian instead missed his chance to become enraged and demand how a lowborn thing dared treat him, a great noble, like some male prostitute. Perhaps her lament that she had still never done it on this continent-wide den of s*x had struck a chord in his heart. He certainly felt a profound sense of kinship with her.
Besides, with his title of Grand Duke hanging by a thread, he was in no position to refuse no matter what outrageous price the witch demanded. The threat of prison no longer seemed likely to work either. She had verbally apologized for assisting in illegal acts, but she did not appear afraid of imprisonment in the slightest.
At last, Max opened his mouth with considerable reluctance.
“I don’t have any experience either. I’m not confident I can satisfy you…”
“Don’t worry about that. I know the theory inside and out. I’ll help you!”
“Is that so? Then…”
“……!”
“Let’s do that. I’ll be in your care.”
It was an absurd demand he had never anticipated, but when he considered it, the transaction held no disadvantage for Max whatsoever.
Hadn’t that dwarf adviser followed him around until he was sick of hearing it, begging him to please visit a brothel at least once? His argument had been that if the size of his thing was inadequate, he should at least hone his bedroom skills.
Max had always dismissed it as a pointless act because of his pride, but was there any need to reject a woman who threw herself at him because she liked him? Especially when she had even promised to cure his curse.
Besides, the witch had caught Maximilian’s attention quite a bit.
The world listed moonlight-pale skin, frail wrists, and a smile that looked ready to fade away as the most important virtues of an ideal wife, but because he had lost his sickly mother at a young age, he felt no attraction whatsoever toward frail women.
The Warden Duke recalled the sight of the witch vigorously chopping firewood. Come to think of it, that had been the first time his heart had raced at the sight of a woman.
S*x with this woman.
Maximilian began to examine the appearance of the strange witch before him with fresh interest.
The witch, Elizia, had full lips that were brighter than her skin. Her chin was round, and her neck was quite long. The outline of her collarbones stood out beneath her collar, and even though they were covered by her shawl, her b*****s were large enough to look ready to burst free. If her a*s was just as big…
He had never gotten his c**k hard while picturing a woman, but if it was her, it seemed entirely possible.
As long as he could get it up, anyway.
“When?”
“What?”
“S*x. When do we start? Shall we start now?”
“N-No, today is a little… I’m not mentally prepared yet…! N-Next time. Please come whenever it’s convenient for you, Grand Duke. Anytime!”
“I’m not the Grand Duke yet. And I don’t want to hear you calling me by a title while I’m f*****g you. Call me Max.”
“M-M-Max…”
Would you look at that.
She had been recklessly throwing herself at him only moments ago, but now the witch curled back into herself like a snail.
Steam was no longer rising only from the crown of her head, but from her ears as well. It seemed she could not come to her senses, wondering whether she was dreaming or awake now that the contract she had proposed without thinking had been accepted so readily.
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