The Debauched Marquis’s Midnight Hours - Chapter 3

The engagement was short, but happier than a honeymoon. The Marquis met Leoni almost every day. As soon as the long bachelor parties ended and he went to see her daily, society buzzed. Could the Marquis of Rockwood really have fallen for the princess’s beauty?

It was obvious something should never have happened before marriage. People whispered that Princess Leoni would soon have a baby born before its time.

But what did it matter? They were about to wed. Normally, if such premarital relations occurred, the woman would be blamed as defiled. But Rockwood was Rockwood—nobody dared openly criticize him. In scandals like this, the Marquis was always the overwhelmingly bad one.

It was clear the Marquis was coveting the princess’s seductive flesh. It was astonishing. People assumed the princess was very conservative and could never indulge in the Marquis’s perverse pleasures.

Of course, she had a beautiful body, but surely the Marquis couldn’t impose all his tastes on her. Many believed he would spend the wedding night, then ditch the princess and seek out a courtesan instead.

Yet he seemed satisfied with her. Most men were intensely curious: how in the hell was this licentious Marquis handling the princess? Was she accepting perverse and depraved acts enough to satisfy him? How humiliatingly would she moan beneath him?

In truth, none of the Marquis’s previous liaisons had been as normal or pure as the one with Leoni. Compared to blindfolding a prostitute, tying her up, strapping on a d***o belt, and making her pump in repetitive labor—it wasn’t even comparable.

While the door was locked for hours, people assumed Leoni was pinned under him and trampled, but the reality was different. Most of the time they held hands while chatting, kissed, and laughed. They would explore closets together, share snacks, brush Leoni’s hair.

Leoni adored putting makeup on the Marquis’s face. The Marquis felt embarrassed applying cosmetics to her fierce features, but she loved how Leoni ordered her to close her eyes and gently painted her lips red.

Of course, that wasn’t enough. The Marquis would pull Leoni close, brushing her fingertip’s lipstick off with her tongue, setting her on her lap, and kissing her for long stretches. They often sucked on one another’s b*****s pressed together. Leoni would carefully slip a hand inside the Marquis’s shirt, stroking her b****t over the bandages.

“Poor thing. Does it hurt?”

“It’s not as full as yours. It’s never been painful.”

Leoni’s cautious touch caressed the Marquis’s body, her finger seeking permission at the bandage’s edge. The Marquis smiled wryly.

“It’s fine. You can touch. Shall I bare it?”

“I…… want to, for you.”

Saying that, Leoni gently unwrapped the Marquis’s bandages. A small mound appeared, like a shallow hill. The n****e was dark brown, nearly black.

The Marquis’s face flushed slightly. They had shared orgasms pressed together many times before, so embarrassment might have seemed unnecessary—but the b****t was a part of her she considered meaningless and shameful. Seeing Leoni’s pale, soft b****t only deepened that flush.

Leoni lifted her gaze to the Marquis, cheeks glowing. She gently placed a hand over the Marquis’s b****t.

“It’s beautiful…….”

“You don’t have to try so hard to say that. Beautiful is your b****t.”

When the Marquis reached to touch her plump, soft b****t, Leoni smiled like a butterfly and pulled away. The Marquis followed, holding her elbow to keep her in her arms.

Leoni placed her hand again on the b****t. Under her creamy palm, the n****e stiffened.

“Ah.”

Despite having inserted her finger below already, feeling this caused simultaneous shame and thrill for the Marquis. Hearing Leoni’s short moan—her face flushed even deeper, more embarrassed than the Marquis.

But she did not retreat. Leoni buried her face in the Marquis’s b****t, pressing it softly with both hands. The Marquis felt her breath quicken. Even just a bare touch could churn her guts with arousal.

“Richelle.”

Leoni whispered in a small voice. Her delicate fingers shifted, gently squeezing. She spoke, blushing, as though making an excuse:

“I heard it’s good to massage when it’s lumpy.”

“Oh, Leoni. Ah.”

“I heard it sometimes grows a bit when massaged. Ah.”

Seeing the n****e harden, Leoni uttered a shy moan. The Marquis moaned again, as Leoni’s hand tenderly kneaded and stroked, each brush over the n****e tightening her lower belly.

Unable to resist, she grabbed Leoni’s wrist and pressed her onto the sofa. Roughly pulling off her top, she buried her face in her full b****t. The pale pink n****e was already e***t.

“This is what I call a beautiful b****t. Did that feel good?”

“Marquis…….”

“We’ve only kissed today.”

“Uh, yes.”

The Marquis lightly pulled the n****e between her lips. Leoni arched her waist. The Marquis pressed her tongue to it and took the whole b****t into her mouth. Leoni gasped but couldn’t escape her embrace.

The Marquis moved to lift Leoni’s dress. She struggled.

“I… I don’t want that. Ah—there’s still something people think is wrong. You still haven’t touched the most important part of me.”

“Leoni, please.”

The Marquis pleaded. She longed to press her body against Leoni’s petals. She could wait to take her virginity later.

The Marquis had prepared for their night together—confident she could delight Leoni until she fainted.

But waiting was torturous.

Leoni panted and curled into the Marquis’s arms.

“No, please, Richelle.”

“Ten days remain. Don’t you want to give yourself to me?”

“It’s not that, not that…….”

Leoni’s face crumpled in tears.

Her large blue eyes swelled with tears. The Marquis had intended to be firmer and expose her dress, but facing that face, she felt unable to resist—as if tied up, she couldn’t pull away.

Leoni reached out white arms and wrapped them around the Marquis’s neck. It was a tender gesture, but the Marquis’s mind was fixated on their chests pressed together.

“Did Lord Neil…… tell you everything about me?”

It took the Marquis a moment to remember what subject.

Neil had said there was a reason Princess Leoni could not marry another man. It wasn’t a desire for purity or hatred for s*x……. Could it be she disliked men? That might be good for the Marquis—no risk of Leoni straying.

“I heard that it’s difficult for you to marry another man.”

“……I, um.”

Leoni pressed her lips tightly.

“My body.”

“Leoni?”

“My body isn’t normal.”

She whispered in a timid voice. The Marquis hesitated.

From any visible angle, she had a perfect, beautiful body—apart from what was hidden. Even if there was a slight defect below, it couldn’t be something so shameful.

The Marquis spoke sincerely:

“To me, any shape of you is beautiful, Leoni.”

Even if she had a scar on her thigh or an issue with her g******s, he wouldn’t care. Such a beauty would never be thrown away over a small flaw.

But Leoni looked deeply anxious.

“I… I am..…..”

“Leoni. Don’t worry about it.”

The Marquis gently drew her close and carried her to the sofa. She placed her on her lap, embraced her tenderly, and kissed her repeatedly. Leoni rested her head against her chest.

“Really… you can forgive me no matter what I look like?”

“Why say that? I don’t believe in forgiveness for someone I love, Leoni. Unless we were seeking forgiveness from someone else.”

“I’ll truly believe you.”

She spoke and rubbed her face against the Marquis’s nape.

Her soft nose pressed against the collarbone, making the Marquis dizzy. Though she knew this wasn’t the moment, Leoni’s body rubbing insistently stirred him completely.

When the Marquis’s leg twitched, Leoni realized it and blushed again. She carefully pushed the Marquis onto the sofa.

“Leoni?”

“I, um.……”

Hesitant at first, Leoni placed her hand on the Marquis’s lower belly with a look of decision.

“I want to make you happy, Richelle.”

“Leoni.”

“Is that okay?”

There was no reason to refuse, but the Marquis hesitated briefly. Not because she disliked Leoni’s touch—but because making the pure Leoni do this felt delicate.

Though she’d guided Leoni’s fingers before, it was the Marquis’s hand leading. The Marquis thought she had sullied Leoni’s innocence.

But now, Leoni had stepped forward. She’d been thinking about it someday, but now seemed soon. Leoni hadn’t yet fully learned the joy of lovemaking.

“Is it unpleasant?”

“No. It’s not too much.”

“It’s not too much?”

She asked, cheeks red.

“I also…… want to touch you, Richelle.”

Then there was no refusal. The Marquis lightly held Leoni’s wrist and kissed her cheek. She too felt shy, but if Leoni desired, what reason was there to hold back?

“Then do as you wish.”

Leoni bit her lip, nodded with firm resolve.

Click. The suspender buckle opened, the front buttons came undone. Just Leoni’s soft hand lowering his pants made the Marquis soak. She gasped as Leoni pulled off his trousers.

Leoni knelt in front of the Marquis. Seeing prosthetics in his undergarment, her eyes moistened.

“At first..…. I was so flustered.”

“Leoni…….”

“Richelle forgives me now because you don’t know, but after seeing this, maybe you won’t forgive me. I wish you had it for real instead…….”

“……Does that mean without it, I am incomplete?”

“No……. Richelle is perfect. It’s just… you won’t misunderstand me.”

Leoni said this and then softly licked the prosthetic through the undergarment. As she pressed on it, the Marquis was also stimulated. Worse, she looked like a woman fawning over a man’s c**k, which turned the Marquis on.

“But…… actually, I prefer this side more…….”

Leoni bit her lip and carefully stripped off his undergarment. Since locking the door and kissing, the Marquis had already drenched, and down below was a mess.

Leoni treated him like a gentle chick, lightly exploring his petals with two soft hands.

“Don’t stare too much. It’s gross, isn’t it, black.”

The Marquis spoke passively, hoping Leoni wouldn’t be disgusted and run. Leoni whispered, “No,” softly.

Her breath touched him, making the Marquis’s crotch tremble.

“It’s more beautiful than a man’s. You’re the prettiest thing in the world……. What do I do—I feel like I’m going crazy.”

“Leoni.”

Though they hadn’t touched yet, both were already loose with arousal, unable to continue speaking.

Leoni gently parted his petals with a fingertip, locating his c******s. She remembered how intensely the Marquis had responded when he’d touched that spot before.

With a tender index finger, she grazed the swollen nub. The Marquis flinched. Leoni looked up at her, face flushed.

Even last time the Marquis had o******d with Leoni’s finger inside, it had been passive—he’d been fully dressed, only her finger inserted. But now, just her finger moving made the Marquis pant, gasp, and stiffen. The reaction looked both startled and like wanting to run.

That made Leoni happy—she could give the Marquis pleasure.Leoni moved her finger up and down, rubbing the c******s, also touching the soaked entrance.

“Leoni, mm.”

The Marquis moaned. She caught Leoni’s wrist to pull away, but Leoni whispered like begging,

“Please let me.”

Then she lowered her head, placing her tongue between his mound.

“Gasp.”

The Marquis arched her waist. The soft, pliant contact felt like being pricked—every inch from waist to thigh pulsed. She saw spots.

“Leoni, stop, okay, Leoni.”

But Leoni didn’t hesitate. Hearing the Marquis’s pleasure moans only emboldened her.

Her tongue flicked the c**t; her lips sucked and lightly drew it in. The Marquis panted.

“Leoni, wait a second. Leoni, ugh~~.”

He couldn’t contain it. She tried to push Leoni’s head away with her forehead, but ended up gathering her golden hair into her hands and pulling it toward his crotch.

“Not just there. Mm~ You said… you’d make me feel good.”

At her urging, Leoni’s eyes reddened as she looked up at her.

Then, slowly, she groped the Marquis’s s*x and gently pushed the tip of her finger into the soaking wet entrance.

“Uhh…….”

Leoni gently pressed her finger against the entrance, where blood had rushed and made the sensitive opening throb.

A stream of slick arousal trickled out with a wet sound. “Ha~a.” The marquis let out a hot sigh. Leoni, trembling with excitement, shed her shyness and buried her face deeper between the marquis’s thighs. Her shapely nose brushed against Richelle’s c**t, and her long middle finger slid inside. There was some resistance, but it was so wet and already desperately open that it wasn’t difficult.

“Hoo.”

The marquis controlled her breathing to keep from moaning too loudly. Leoni, her face flushed red, looked up at her and asked,

“Richelle, does it feel good?”

“It does.”

“Inside you…… it’s so tight, and it keeps squirming.”

“That’s because your finger feels so good.”

Leoni looked like she was about to say something but closed her mouth. Instead, she kissed the marquis’s petals again and pushed her middle finger deeper.

She began to explore inside, stimulating the inner walls. Richelle panted and pressed a hand to Leoni’s forehead. The girl’s lips were wet with her arousal. Seeing that was enough to drive Richelle mad with desire.

“Leoni. Your hand. Put it in deeper. Mmm~~.”

God, she was burning up inside.

Leoni pushed her middle finger in as deep as she could and began moving it, spreading the inner walls. Every time she did, slick squelching sounds came from between Richelle’s legs as more juices leaked out.

“Ha-a. Nghh~~.”

It wasn’t enough.

No, it was enough. Just her middle finger alone could bring the marquis to climax. But it wasn’t enough. Richelle twisted her hips and writhed her legs, trying to supplement Leoni’s timid movements. At her urging, Leoni gradually grew bolder.

“Richelle, Richelle, I love you.”

She spoke desperately as her hand moved.

She carefully inserted another finger, her index. There was a bit of pain, but Richelle welcomed it. With the stretch came a sweet numbness that spread down her legs. Leoni, trying to heighten Richelle’s pleasure, tried to lick her c**t again—but Richelle couldn’t take it. She pulled Leoni up.

Their lips met, mouths locked together. Leoni’s lips tasted of something strange. It was the scent of Richelle’s own arousal, but she didn’t feel shame or disgust. Tongues tangled, and Richelle wrapped her arms around Leoni, pulling her close and climbing on top. She began grinding her hips, rubbing her c**t against Leoni’s palm.

“Ah, Richelle!”

“Move your hand more. Haa. More.”

Leoni, trembling, moved her hand more vigorously, rubbing Richelle’s soaked s*x. With every thrust, her fingers stirred deep inside.

Richelle pulled her tightly into an embrace and rolled off the sofa onto the floor. Their bare chests pressed together. Leoni’s full, soft b*****s rubbed against Richelle’s shallow mound, their stiff n*****s bumping against one another.

“Hngh, mm… aah~.”

Leoni looked overwhelmed. Richelle rolled with her on the floor, their cheeks pressed close. She was desperate to strip off Leoni’s skirt. Judging by how much she squirmed and writhed, Leoni must’ve felt the same. But she clung to Richelle and held onto her skirt as if protecting it with her whole body.

Richelle took Leoni’s b****t into her mouth, sucking it in with a mouthful. She bit down hard enough to leave marks, and Leoni let out a short cry.

“Aah~~!”

Then her body went limp. It seemed she’d reached her climax.

Richelle was driven half-mad by the sight and sound of her. She began rocking her hips more intensely, and soon she too reached her climax, burying her face in Leoni’s chest and exhaling a long, deep breath.

* * *

It was the first time the marquis had gone to see the king since their marriage had been decided. That made it about three weeks.

Marquis Rockwood felt a prickle of guilt. Though they were engaged, she’d thoroughly toyed with Leoni in that short time. If human skin retained fingerprints, there wouldn’t be a single spot on Leoni’s body above the waist without Richelle’s handprint.

By now, just sucking on Leoni’s plump, swollen n*****s could bring her to climax. It had been mutual desire, but to have corrupted such an innocent body—how could she not feel self-conscious in front of Leoni’s father? Richelle did her best to maintain a neutral and solemn demeanor.

“Welcome.”

The king greeted Marquis Rockwood calmly. She hesitated. Did the king know nothing? It couldn’t be. The fact that she was playing with Leoni was probably a delicious topic among gossips.

Perhaps he didn’t know the full extent. No matter how loyal his subjects, who would give him a detailed account of his unmarried daughter’s s****l antics? He might have even accepted that the princess would become a kind of sacrifice to the Marquis of Rockwood.

“How are the wedding preparations going?”

“Lord Neil is far away, and I’m alone, so there’s nothing on my side that’s difficult. The princess will live comfortably and beautifully in her newly renovated residence.”

Though she answered professionally, the truth was it hadn’t been simple. Richelle had completely overturned Rockwood House for Leoni’s sake. It wasn’t an exaggeration to say she’d replaced everything but the frame.

The marquisate had been a hastily renovated old mansion. But now, from ceiling to floor, she replaced all the old materials with warm colors, added gold-adorned chandeliers and porcelain, and hung Eastern tapestries on the walls.

She hired the best sculptors to carve reliefs into wood paneling on each wall. The rooms for Leoni were given special attention: a cozy living room, an acoustically rich music room, and an elegant sunroom adorned with silk and jewels. A large dressing room had been added too. Soon, the most luxurious dresses would fill it. For now, it was stocked with the finest fabrics.

She also redesigned the garden. Gone were the labyrinths and cold evergreens; instead, she planted flowering trees and installed a small stream instead of a fountain. Birds with clipped wings and small animals were brought in to keep her company.

A separate forest was also being created for walks. The trees were still young, but in three years, they would provide enough foliage to enjoy autumn leaves. It was a complete money dump. No one believed she could finish all this in a month, but money was powerful. People gossiped that the marquis must be truly in love with the princess to go this far.

The king surely knew as well. Richelle cleared her throat. After all, he was her future father-in-law. She wanted to make a good impression, to show him how devoted she was.

As the sibling of a meritorious official and a marquis from a rising noble house, she had always tried to remain useful in the king’s eyes. But now, she felt that desire more keenly than ever. If the king trusted her, Leoni would feel more secure and happy.

In truth, Richelle felt ashamed in front of the king, thinking of her infamous reputation with women.

“I know you care deeply for Leoni,” the king said. “But as a father of a daughter with an imperfect body, I must ask…… are you truly okay with it?”

“What do you mean by ‘okay with it’?”

Richelle looked at the king, puzzled. At her reaction, the king seemed to realize something.

“So… despite the rumors, you haven’t actually laid with Leoni yet.”

“……The princess is a virtuous woman.”

Even if her version of virtue didn’t match society’s, Richelle believed it. Leoni didn’t offer her lips to just anyone. She did it because she loved Richelle.

How could a girl overcoming shyness and offering herself wholeheartedly be called promiscuous? Richelle never once thought Leoni was improper. Her exclusive passion only made her more lovable.

She hadn’t wanted to have this kind of conversation with her lover’s father, but here they were.

The king looked at her seriously and let out a small sigh.

“Lord Neil recommended you as Leoni’s match. Given your character, I figured even if she had a flaw, you’d find satisfaction elsewhere and still care for her. That’s why I agreed to this marriage. But as her father, I can’t help but worry.”

“She’s your most beloved daughter. I can only imagine how you feel sending her to me. But I adore the princess.”

“……Has Leoni told you anything about her body?”

“She mentioned some physical issues.”

The king clicked his tongue with impatience.

“I hadn’t planned to marry her off. She’s a perfect lady, but with too great a defect to be someone’s wife. Do you still want her, knowing this?”

“That doesn’t matter to me. Even if the princess can’t bear children, it won’t be a problem.”

When Richelle brought up the most commonly held concern—fertility—the king sighed again.

“No. In that regard, she’s fully functional as a woman. There’s no need to worry. But…….”

He paused, then continued slowly.

“Even if, after seeing her, you feel she’s not suitable, please don’t scorn or abandon her. Let her live as the Marchioness of Rockwood. This is a political marriage, and I trust you’ll uphold your duty. Leoni knows her responsibilities. Even if you father a child elsewhere, she’ll accept it.”

“Why do you speak of your daughter this way, Your Majesty?”

Marquis Rockwood nearly spoke in anger. The king gave a bitter smile and shook his head.

“You’ll understand soon enough what I’m worried about. Just remember—this marriage is a pact between me and the house of Rockwood.”

He added, “I know you know that already.”