Chapter 23
In that state, she slowly continued reading the text.
Her voice trembled sweetly from tension and shame.
“Since a woman’s g******s are very sensitive, seat the woman in a chair with her legs spread, and the man should kneel in front of her… is what it says.”
Kneel.
To dare command a Grand Duke to kneel in front of a woman.
Whether in Altomorgen or Sief, that was a sign of submission.
At those words, Aidan’s eyebrows lifted slightly.
Floria hurriedly continued speaking.
“That’s why I told you that you didn’t have to do this. It really is too much. It’s impossible.”
“No, I’ll do it.”
“…Pardon?”
“If my wife dies, I’ll be the one in trouble, so there’s no helping it.”
No sooner had he finished speaking than Aidan knelt in front of Floria.
“Please continue reading, Madam.”
At his words, Floria bit her lip.
For a Grand Duke to kneel before someone was unthinkable.
It had likely never happened even once since his coronation.
And yet, there was no sign of displeasure on the man who had knelt before his own wife.
“…Are you really alright with this?”
“I said I’m fine, so go on.”
He was an unreadable man.
If he had simply refused, this would have ended already.
But now that he had gone so far as to kneel, she had no choice but to keep reading.
Floria slowly opened her mouth.
“After exposing the inner flesh…”
“Is this what it means to expose the inner flesh?”
He spread Floria’s legs and settled between them.
The candlelight—more plentiful than usual tonight—illuminated the space between her thighs.
Her v***a, still slightly swollen from the rough intercourse a few days prior, was plumper than usual.
He used his fingers to part her reddened folds.
“Uh… mmm.”
“If it hurts, say so.”
It didn’t hurt.
She was just scared, not knowing what might happen next.
“Yes…”
Her legs trembled from tension.
The flesh of her thighs quivered, and the exposed flesh he held apart twitched in response.
“Keep reading. No matter what I do, don’t stop—just keep reading.”
Trying to read the book while he stared at her most shameful place drove Floria to the brink of madness.
“After exposing the inner flesh… the man should gently lick inside without applying pressure with his tongue, as if tasting a piece of candy.”
No sooner had she finished speaking than Aidan dove hastily between Floria’s legs.
His composed face suddenly buried between her thighs made Floria, seated as she was, lift her hips in surprise.
“Ah, Your Grace!”
But there was no reply.
As though that very act was his answer, he moved his tongue between her spread flesh.
His firm, upright tongue touched her soft inner membrane.
“Haaht!”
He’s licking me!
The Grand Duke of the Principality of Sief, Aidan, was between her legs!
Floria couldn’t believe it—
but the sharp sensations rising from between her thighs proved this wasn’t a dream or a fantasy, but a burning reality.
“Th-the…”
As if urging her to keep reading, Aidan waved his hand,
and though Floria wanted to obey his words, the electrifying sensation made it impossible to focus on the text.
“The small bit of flesh located there is the… hah… the spot where a woman feels pleasure…”
It said he should lick it more thoroughly.
…But she didn’t even make it that far.
Aidan’s actions outpaced her reading.
As he parted her folds with his tongue and revealed the round, plump nub, he enclosed it with his lips.
Soft flesh met soft flesh.
“Ahh!”
It was a light action, but the result was heavy. It was a sharp pleasure, different from pain, that pierced through my lower abdomen.
I thought that perhaps pain would have been better. Even when I accidentally struck my own thigh with the whip while riding, I hadn’t been unable to endure it this much.
Floria twisted her body at the burning yet tingling sensation. Her mind became disoriented, and she straightened her toes.
“Grand Duke, I…”
“Continue.”
For a moment, he lifted his head and looked up at her.
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