Chapter 9
Without realizing, she thrust her face close to his and blurted out.
“How can your eyes be this pretty?”
As if gaining momentum from her reaction, Laegar snared her inside his gaze and informed her, as though reciting a spell to brainwash.
“All this time, you’ve been attending to my bedchamber needs.”
Simultaneously, his grip on her waist tightened with a squeeze.
Nothing surfaced in Lucy’s mind about what ‘bedchamber service’ meant, so she just chewed on the grape he placed in her mouth and nodded along.
“I thought so… that was it. That’s why I’ve been so bad at the other tasks, right?”
It wasn’t just being bad—it was turning everything into a catastrophe—but Lucy simply felt relieved at this newly acquired information.
She was truly glad there was something she was separately good at. She wished he would assign her that task right away.
Laegar’s nose buried languidly into the nape of Lucy’s neck, giddy with childish excitement. As he slowly inhaled, a sweet, provocative scent of skin seeped into his veins.
Suppressing the violent impulse surging up all at once, he simply pressed his sharp teeth against her skin again and again—like a beast grinding its fangs.
* * *
That evening, as she was being washed and dressed in a transparent lace nightgown by one of the maids, Lucy asked with curiosity.
“Hey, Belle. What’s ‘bedchamber service’? What exactly am I supposed to do later?”
At that, Belle flinched, avoided her gaze, and fumbled for words. Only her hands, tying the ribbon, grew unnecessarily busy.
“Well… His Majesty the Great Emperor will naturally te-tell you, Lucy.”
“Huh? But they said it was something I’ve always done?”
“Ah… that’s true, yes. But since you’ve lost all your memories now… once you start doing it again, the memory might come back….”
Belle’s face had gone bright red, and she couldn’t finish her sentence, but Lucy quickly accepted this and nodded.
“Right, since it’s something I’ve always done, the memories might come back once I do it? All the other memories too.”
If that’s the case… I’ll work hard at this!
In brighter spirits, Lucy climbed onto Laegar’s vast bed as the maids instructed, clasped her hands together, and waited for him.
* * *
Three days passed like that, and now…
“Hff… nngh…!”
By now, Lucy had learned what ‘bedchamber service’ entailed.
Receiving Laegar’s massive body. Moving together with him on the bed.
Crushed beneath him, Lucy clung desperately to the towering frame that heaved slowly over her like a swelling wave.
“Ah— Your Majesty… I really can’t anymore… ahng…!”
“…Anymore?”
“Hff… no… ah….”
She grabbed at the brawny, solid shoulders covering her. Laegar’s bare skin was already littered with small scratches from her nails.
But if she didn’t hold on, she felt she’d be swept away by an enormous wave, so she had no choice.
Squelch, squelch. The wet sound lewdly soaked the quiet bedchamber for a long while.
“B-But, ahk, is it true that I really used to do this, nngh…?”
“It is.”
A huskily frayed voice answered. At the same time, he bit down deep into her swaying b****t and began sucking.
It was hard to endure the sensation of being devoured top and bottom, so Lucy twisted her waist, but there was no escape—the hot pillar impaled deep inside her body trapped her in place.
The thick head stabbed a sensitive peak, then slid out. And then rammed all the way back in at once.
Each repetition made more fluid gush from her body.
“Hffk, b-but I can’t, remember this at all….”
If it were truly something she’d always done, her body would have naturally remembered and responded.
They had been doing nothing but this for three days and nights already. Yet it was still overwhelming and breathless. She didn’t know where to put her limbs, and the indescribable sting piercing deep inside her was too terrifying.
Could it be that not just her head, but her body too had forgotten everything it used to do? Then what was she supposed to do now…?
Growing sorrowful, Lucy wailed as if in tears.
“If I… can’t even do this right… hff, nngh…. What’s going to happen to me now?”
If I end up with nothing I can do at all, then I… hic….
As the tears welling in her eyes trickled down, a long red tongue emerged and licked them up.
Soon a deep sigh escaped him, and his leisurely waist movements began gradually turning fierce.
Laegar, who had been looking down at the sobbing Lucy indifferently, reached a hand down and rubbed where they joined. The slick fluids—whose was whose, impossible to tell—were mingled and copious.
Truthfully, until just yesterday, the woman hadn’t gotten very wet.
Then, as if gradually distinguishing pleasure from pain, she began dribbling fluids carrying a lascivious scent, and now she was taking his body quite well.
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