Chapter 12
The hard part must be the bone that formed her pelvis…
“Mmph…!”
If he spread apart the thick flesh, there would be a little clitoral bud. Would it be as developed as her n****e?
As for hair… did she have a lot of nether hair? A thick bush might be appealing too.
What about the folds?
And the hollow opening beneath them?
Surely she hadn’t stretched it out by shoving all kinds of things inside besides a man’s c**k.
No, that might be rather…
“Hnngh… mmm.…”
The reflexive images heated his mind until it tingled. Without realizing it, Max was stirring through Elizia’s mouth while persistently thrusting against her crotch. His cloak merely hid it from view. The movement of his hips was lewd enough to leave anyone speechless.
“Aah, mmph…! M-Mmmngh…!”
Then, at some point, just as he thought the sensation of her fingernails digging into his skin felt unexpectedly good, her hands slid weakly down from the back of Max’s neck.
Her body, which had barely been holding itself up, also collapsed against the wall with a thump. Elizia might have possessed theoretical knowledge that rivaled an expert’s, but she had no experience. Their first kiss had been far too brutal for her. She had reached her limit.
Maximilian bent down with her as she sank to the floor, then finally pulled his lips away. Their saliva stretched between them with a wet smack. Other than his heated, ragged breathing, he remained as blunt as ever, but even the tips of his ears had turned red.
“What is that… Do you keep a cat?”
He had no idea how long they had been kissing.
In any case, he had showered her with kisses until not even the slightest caramel flavor remained. As a result, Elizia’s wet, panting lips had turned extremely red.
His own lips were probably rather swollen as well. They tingled as though he had eaten something spicy.
Max awkwardly draped Lizzy’s shawl over her again, then chose a truly unromantic topic for the first conversation after their intense kiss. A gray cat had curled up beside the door at some point and was watching them. When its eyes met Max’s, it opened its mouth in a wide yawn.
“I-It isn’t a real cat. It’s a slime I command…”
The lingering ache in her right b****t and between her legs had not faded. Elizia barely managed to answer, her shoulders twitching intermittently. Saliva had pooled in her mouth, making her pronunciation sound wet. Max nearly lunged at those lips again, but he finally displayed some restraint and sprang to his feet.
He swung his cloak around to conceal the front of his trousers, which had grown stiff and blunt like an awl. Then, looking down at the dazed witch, the man lowered his voice.
“Now you understand how serious I am. I’ll come back soon. Wash yourself thoroughly and wait.”
The only thing missing was an order to wash her neck in preparation for the guillotine. It was practically a declaration of war.
The witch stared blankly with her mouth hanging open and nodded. A moment later, the cloak embroidered with the Romundale family’s emblem, crossed lilies of the valley and a sword, fluttered away.
As he left the witch’s hut, Max glanced sideways at the lily of the valley shoots that had just begun to sprout from the leaf mold in the yard.
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“Oh goodness, Master!”
As punishment for having the dragon hunt request rejected, Gustav had been trapped day after day in a hell of mountainous accounting documents. His superior watched every coin flowing through the territory like a miser, which made the work exceedingly troublesome. If Gustav handled even a single equation carelessly, calamity would come crashing down upon him. And so, he was groaning over the abacus again today when a sudden bang! erupted beyond the window.
The Podling shot to his feet and looked outside, then rubbed his eyes in disbelief.
Even if a monkey could fall from a tree, he had thought the Warden Duke would never do anything of the sort. But good heavens. Perhaps he had missed his footing while dismounting, because his enormous body was buried in the mud. Beside him, the stable hand let out a short scream as though he had witnessed a revelation of the end times.
Maximilian sprang to his feet.
Then he walked stiffly while swinging the arm and leg on the same side together. The man nearly fell again on the steps of the estate. Good heavens. Something must have happened. Gustav hurried out of the room and raced toward the office.
“Warden Duke, you went to the forest, didn’t you?! Did you meet the witch? How was she…?!”
The moment he burst in and asked, his lord, who was perched on the desk with one shoulder raised diagonally, paused before answering. His hair was disheveled.
“She was strong…”
“What? No, I mean the curse. Did she say there was a way?”
“Yes. She said it would be difficult and take time, but she’d try.”
“What kind of vague answer is that?”
“A few dozen times…”
She said she wanted to have s*x with me a few dozen times, that witch.
The actual point about making his c**k bigger had been shoved into some forgotten corner.
The impression that the witch’s entire body had spoken to him was so powerful that no other thought had any room to force its way into his mind.
Max stared blankly down at his two hands. He sank into thought, afraid he might forget the sensations of the freckle-faced witch’s lips, tongue, b*****s, and a*s.
No matter how much Gustav sprayed spit beside him while talking, Max did not hear a single word.
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