The Debauched Marquis’s Midnight Hours - Chapter 2

When she woke up and felt between her legs soaked through, the marquis could not begin to put into words the overwhelming disgrace she felt.

She hated being born a woman. The female s*x had never brought her a single advantage. Because she was a woman, she always had to feel threatened for her safety, because she was a woman, she had to suffer through several days of illness every month, and because she was a woman, she was paid less for the same work.

By comparison, the things people commonly called the benefits of being a woman were ones she had never experienced. No man had ever bought her a meal, no one had ever held the door and waited for her to pass, and no one had ever carried something heavy on her behalf. Frankly, she looked far too masculine to be treated like a lady.

She unfortunately resembled Neil. In fact, the marquis looked more masculine than Neil did. Every time she looked in the mirror, she couldn’t help but think that God must have made a mistake and forgotten to attach something before sending her out. She was taller and more statuesque than most men. While she didn’t grow facial hair, her sharp features gave off a cold-blooded impression. Muscle clung to her easily.

And yet—she lacked the one thing that should’ve been there.

Up until now, not having it hadn’t really been a problem. Just dressing like a man was enough for her to live as one. Her business ventures thrived.

The initial seed money that came with her title multiplied vastly, making her one of the wealthiest individuals in the kingdom. At that point, she was no longer “Neil’s younger sibling who inherited a title thanks to his merit,” but a wealthy, competent, cold-hearted libertine who lived recklessly and loved debauchery.

She had the money to make any wife happy. But she did not have that.

And what made her unhappiness worse was the sheer fact that something was missing. Her b*****s, which she bound in a compression wrap every morning, or her uterus, which disappointed her month after month no matter how much she hoped otherwise. But for the first time, she resented not having “it.”

A man without money may be a bad husband, but a man without that can’t even qualify as a husband.

The marquis admitted her desire to make Princess Leoni cry and writhe in pleasure until she went insane, but she wasn’t ready to admit she had fallen in love. Maybe she had always been the type of woman who lusted after other women. And someone as beautiful as Princess Leoni was rare—maybe that was what finally made her realize it. Maybe the issue was that all her previous partners had been worn-out prostitutes or mature women who knew pleasure.

That evening, the marquis rented out the most expensive brothel in the kingdom. Her debauched friends threw their arms around each other’s shoulders and sang songs of joy. She chose a seventeen-year-old girl who had never received a customer before, dressed her in a white gown, and locked herself in a room early.

The girl couldn’t compare to Princess Leoni, but her golden hair was a lovely shade and fell to her back, and she had full, shapely b*****s. The marquis turned the girl around, untied her dress from behind, and slipped her hand in to fondle her b*****s. The girl let out a shaky breath, trembling with nerves.

The marquis lifted the girl’s skirt but felt nothing. She dismissed her.

Maybe what happened that day really had just been a mistake. But of course, things wouldn’t resolve that easily.

She saw Princess Leoni again two days later. Leoni gladly accepted the formal invitation to the opera. Like an ordinary engaged couple, they met a little early and chatted happily.

The marquis’s private box seat was located where it was hard to be seen by others. This wasn’t related to her debauched tastes. As a commoner by birth, she had rarely been able to enjoy the opera. So if she dozed off, she wanted to be sure no one would see.

Only after the lights went down did she realize—this could be dangerous. There was no table between their seats. Just a slight movement of the hand and they could touch.

Leoni’s hand was soft. Absentmindedly, the marquis wove her fingers through hers.

“Marquis Rockwood.”

Leoni called her gently, a bit flustered, a bit troubled, a slight tremble in her voice. The marquis thought she was making a mistake—because a man who heard that kind of voice would kiss her no matter what he had originally intended. She wasn’t a man, but she did it anyway.

She grabbed Leoni’s wrist and pulled the back of her head with the other hand. No problem. They were going to be married soon. Even if someone saw, it wouldn’t matter. Leoni’s lips were soft and sweet.

“Aah, Marquis, if someone sees…….”

“Weren’t you interested in this kind of thing?”

The marquis pressed her thumb against Leoni’s lips, urging her to open them. As soon as Leoni let out a tiny moan and parted her lips slightly, she devoured them, shoving her tongue in.

“Mm, ngh~~ M-marquis, my lord—mghh!! We’re in public, they’ll see—”

“So if they don’t see, it’s fine to do anything?”

Leoni’s slender arms wrapped around her neck. The marquis half-rose and pulled the curtain shut. She didn’t care what anyone outside thought. Her reputation was already garbage, and Leoni was soon to be the pitiful wife of that garbage.

She leaned over Leoni on the sofa, bending her delicate waist back until she was nearly lying down, then straddled her. Feeling the marquis’s weight, Leoni let out a pitifully shaky breath. She smelled sweet.

“My lord.”

“There’s no going back now. No one will believe I’d let you go after this.”

She already felt herself wet and burning below. Her thighs were taut with tension. The marquis didn’t know what to do with this arousal she had never felt before. Was Leoni just as soaked down there? What would it feel like to press herself against it?

God, she wanted her. She wanted this beautiful woman to cry that she needed her, to beg for her body. But she didn’t have anything to thrust into her. On the contrary—her own body felt empty and aching. As if trying to erase that frustration, she mashed and rubbed her mouth against Leoni’s.

“Mm, ha~a”

Leoni, overwhelmed by the rising pleasure within her, stroked the marquis’s back. The marquis grasped her full b*****s over her dress. Leoni blushed deeply with shame and grabbed her wrist.

“Th-this is, Marquis, ah!”

They felt amazing. The marquis gently kneaded her b*****s.

“Why didn’t you wear a corset? Surely you didn’t expect me to touch you like this.”

“No, no. Mm, n-no, it’s not.”

Unlike her own tense and hardened chest, Leoni’s b*****s were soft and springy. Sensitive too. Though clearly embarrassed, Leoni let out helpless, needy sounds every time she was touched. Through the thin fabric, her n*****s stood e***t.

The marquis pressed her fingertip against one.

“Ah!”

She couldn’t hold back her curiosity about their color. She pulled down Leoni’s dress. Her b*****s spilled out—white as peaches. Her n*****s were pale pink.

“Marquis, please don’t, nghh…….”

Leoni protested softly, trying to cover her chest with both hands. The marquis grabbed her wrists and pulled them away, burying her face in her b*****s. God. She’d never imagined she could get this turned on by a woman’s chest. She cupped them both with her hands. Even with her hands, large enough to pass for a man’s, she couldn’t grasp them fully.

She teased the n*****s between her fingers and kneaded the soft mounds. Leoni, her face a mix of shame and pleasure, tried to push her away. But her touch lacked force and seemed only to pull her in more. The marquis pressed the hardened n****e with her whole palm, then caught it between her lips.

“Ha~, mm~ nghh~~”

Leoni’s delicate voice was swallowed up by the orchestra’s drums. Unable to bear the pleasure, she squirmed her legs.

“Are you wet?”

“M-Marquis…….”

“Are you wet?”

Leoni’s face turned crimson. The marquis was hardly one to talk—her own lower half had already gushed several times.

She lifted Leoni’s skirt. Damn petticoats and panniers, layered like armor.

As if she realized what the marquis wanted, Leoni cautiously reached out a white hand.

“My lord, this… ah~ um…….”

Her fingers hesitantly traced the bulge at the marquis’s crotch and then flinched away in confusion. The marquis cursed inwardly. She wore special undergarments with a rubber prosthetic to complete the illusion. Some men had even admired the shape through her trousers.

‘S**t.’

The moment Leoni’s hand touched her, she nearly lost her mind.

“Ah, M-Marquis, not like that, ah…….”

“Don’t worry. I won’t take it out.”

Even if she wanted to, she couldn’t. Because it wasn’t there.

Even through the prosthetic, she could feel Leoni’s touch. And then—unexpectedly bold—Leoni slipped her hand into the gap of her trousers. The marquis quickly grabbed her wrist to stop her from reaching all the way into her undergarments, but the pressure alone stimulated her c**t through the prosthetic and sent sparks of pleasure up her spine.

“Ugh…….”

A moan slipped out before she could stop it. She twisted her hips and sank her teeth into Leoni’s chest. Leoni writhed in her arms.

She pressed down between her legs over and over again. She had m*********d before, but never felt anything like this. What if it had been Leoni’s bare hand? Just the thought left her dizzy. She imagined those slender fingers sliding inside her. Then she imagined thrusting into Leoni with a huge c**k. The marquis sucked and licked her n****e until it was red and swollen.

“Ah… ha~ah, mm!!”

Finally, Leoni let out a high moan. She collapsed limply in the marquis’s arms. Biting down hard on her b****t and leaving teeth marks, the marquis whispered:

“Next time we meet, don’t wear a pannier.”

“Marquis…….”

Leoni looked up at her with teary eyes, panting.

It was only natural that all sorts of gossip would erupt over what Marquis Rockwood had done to Princess Leoni behind closed curtains at the opera house. The princess couldn’t even stand properly and had to be carried out in the marquis’s arms. The hem of her dress was entirely wrinkled, there were bite marks on the upper swell of her pale b*****s, and her lips were wet. No one believed Marquis Rockwood had protected the princess’s chastity.

If she could have, the marquis would’ve completely ruined her. But the one who had truly been ruined was herself. That night, after safely escorting Leoni back to the palace, she took off her thoroughly soaked undergarments and m*********d while calling Leoni’s name. It felt like just slipping her fingers in would be enough to make her come.

The marquis agonized. How could she completely make Leoni hers? There were already rumors that she was a pervert who blindfolded her partners during s*x, so if all she had to do was satisfy Leoni, it wasn’t impossible. She owned several strap-on d****s that felt almost real. She could even fasten them with a belt and thrust.

But that wasn’t the kind of s*x the marquis wanted. She wanted to be satisfied by Leoni’s fingers and lips. Her entrance, which she’d almost forgotten existed, throbbed and grew wet just thinking about her. How could they both find satisfaction?

There was, in fact, a suitable toy. She recalled a U-shaped rubber d***o. The merchant had snickered while saying it could satisfy two women at once. With that, she could fill herself while f*****g Leoni. The marquis soaked herself again at the thought of the two of them grinding against each other, rubbing their crotches together. Or, she could use the standard straight-shaped toy instead.

There was one condition. Leoni had to agree to have s*x with her even knowing that she was a woman.

“Hopeless.”

In the end, the best she could do was to blindfold Leoni like a prostitute and fake it. She knew that would be deceiving her, but the marquis’s mind was already made up. She had no intention of yielding Leoni to another man. And realistically, now that the royal decree had come down and Leoni’s honor had already been sullied, it was impossible anyway.

Thinking about it, if they just got married first, she could try slowly coaxing her afterward.

“Um, today…….”

Their third meeting came three days later. Leoni blushed all the way to her ears and couldn’t meet the marquis’s eyes as she lowered her head.

“I wasn’t able to do what you asked. The, um, I’m wearing a pannier……”

Then she jumped, flustered, and quickly added an explanation.

“It’s not that I wanted to go against your wishes, my lord. But I thought, still, we should maintain proper boundaries until the wedding…….”

It was a perfectly reasonable statement. Without pushing, the line couldn’t be crossed. But the marquis furrowed her brow in disappointment. Seeing that, Leoni looked on the verge of tears as she spoke.

“I, um…… I want to save my first time for the wedding night, but…… with my mouth, or my hands, that…….”

“Do you realize what you’re saying right now?”

“I do. I—I like you, my lord. I want to have you as my husband, and that, that too……. Please don’t think it’s too indecent.”

Her cheeks flushed as she cast her gaze down. The red tinging her eyes exuded an unspeakable eroticism.

The marquis swallowed. But Leoni’s suggestion was not something she could accept.

“Thank you for your kind offer, Princess.”

“If it’s because I know you’re a woman…… I already do.”

The marquis felt like she’d just heard thunder crash. Leoni fiddled with her fingers, face reddened, and said,

“Lord Neil told me. I’ve never once felt this way about a man, but with you, I just couldn’t stop looking……. I know it must be sudden, but I’ve liked you for a while. So, um…….”

Even though there’d been nothing stimulating, the marquis felt a rush of wetness below. Leoni glanced up at her shyly, stealing a peek. Her eyes, tinged red, seemed to tempt her.

Wasn’t this exactly what she’d hoped for?

Neil was infuriating. He’d said it was a secret, yet he’d told Leoni everything. But she also felt grateful, so she decided to lessen his guilt. Somehow, he’d known she was her perfect match.

The marquis slowly rose. Her wet slit was slick with arousal. Leoni, bold in her confession, now looked lost and uncertain.

“Are you truly certain about your feelings, Princess?”

She stroked Leoni’s cheek with her gloved index finger as she asked. Leoni nodded, eyes misty.

“I already…… found out everything.”

“Well, I suppose. Even if you’d said no, I wouldn’t have been able to let you go anymore.”

“My lord, mghh.”

Pressing her finger to Leoni’s lips, she kissed her.

“Call me Richelle, Leoni.”

“Yes, Richelle. Ah, Richelle.”

Leoni wrapped her soft arms around her body.

Their tongues tangled in bliss. The marquis gently pushed her down onto the sofa, took off her jacket, and climbed atop her. Anticipating what would come next, she had already dismissed everyone and given strict orders not to be disturbed.

Once again, Leoni hadn’t worn a corset, and her bodice daringly laced up the front.

Given how prepared she was, the marquis should have doubted the claim about saving her first time for the wedding night—but she didn’t have the luxury. She had yearned too long for this moment to wait any longer.

She buried her face in Leoni’s chest and slid her hand between her legs. She unbuttoned Leoni’s trousers and slipped her pale hand into the underwear with the prosthetic.

“Ah, Richelle, there.”

“Haven’t you done this to yourself before?”

Leoni blushed deeply. Her hesitant fingers touched the marquis’s parted slit.

“This is my first time touching one.”

“It’s okay. Keep going. I’ll do yours later.”

She guided Leoni’s hand, spreading her untouched petals and placing it on the small, swollen nub. Just brushing it lightly made her shiver with pleasure.

“Leoni, a bit more.”

She moved her hips, rubbing the nub against Leoni’s hand. Leoni, as if tapping piano keys, gently stroked it, then slid her fingers down deeper.

“Ha, mm.”

It felt exactly like she had imagined. Overwhelmed, the marquis bit into Leoni’s b****t.

“Hnng, Richelle, Richelle.”

Leoni writhed in her arms. The marquis also couldn’t keep her legs still, squirming with need.

“Can you feel how wet I am?”

“Yes, ah, Richelle, it’s pooling inside.”

“Put your finger in. Leoni, I can’t wait anymore. I want to come from your hand.”

Leoni hesitated slightly. The marquis pulled down her pants and undergarments and wrapped her hand around Leoni’s wrist and palm, guiding her deeper with boldness.

“Middle finger, put it in. Nghh~~, just like that.”

“Oh my god. Ah, you’re so tight. Hot…… Richelle, now—!”

Though it was the marquis’s body gripping her finger, Leoni trembled as if something had entered her own. Then she pressed down between the marquis’s legs with her entire palm.

“Mmm, that’s good. You can move a bit more. Leoni, does my chest feel good?”

“It does, it does. Ah, it’s dripping again.”

Letting out a surprised sound, Leoni pushed her middle finger in deeper. The marquis gasped for breath.

“One more.”

“Richelle.”

“Come on. Move.”

Every time Leoni moved her fingers, it made lewd, wet noises. With each full stroke, her c**t was rubbed and pressed, leaving her breathless with pleasure.

The marquis pulled Leoni’s lips up and sucked her tongue as she began to move her hips. Now that she had her longed-for desire in hand, she couldn’t hold back. As she kneaded both b*****s, Leoni unknowingly raised her hips while moving her fingers.

“Richelle, Richelle, I love you. Mm~m.”

“Ha, Leoni, I love it.”

Clenching around Leoni’s fingers, Richelle finally came. Her juices gushed out, soaking Leoni’s hand up to the sleeve. Looking down at Leoni’s dazed and blissful face, she whispered:

“I’ll make you cry and squirm every night in bed, unable to take it.”

Leoni blushed and shyly lowered her head. The marquis dove back in for another kiss.