The Past Life of the Arrogant Archduke - Chapter 11

While Raymond stood frozen, like a broken magical device, Yulia was entirely absorbed in examining his member.

She caressed the smooth tip, gently stroked the mushroom-shaped swelling below.

‘How could I not recognize this shape and feel?’

The thing that had comforted her nights for years, and after every intense session, she had carefully washed each and every ridge and crease before storing it away.

There was no way she could not know it.

The difference from his past life was that now, a sticky, transparent fluid was dripping from the slit at the tip, and the veins looked like they would burst from swelling. It was burning hot.

She could feel herself getting wet below. Whether it was a memory etched into her soul or her body, it was as if her body was clearing the path, insisting he had to enter.

“This is insane.”

Murmuring to herself, Yulia suddenly recoiled in shock.

She had realized that what she was holding was Raymond’s manhood. It was a mistake driven by how vivid her past-life memories had become.

Through the lifted hem of her thin gown, dark nether hair gleamed. The exposed inside of her thigh was damp and smooth.

Raymond, freed from her grasp, could now see everything clearly. It felt as if a final veil over all his bodily senses had been removed.

Sight, smell, touch, even the aura pathways within his body. It was like the sensation he’d had when first perceiving aura—like the world expanding.

All she had done was touch him.

If he could feel a bit more of what he’d just felt, he might be able to surpass his limits. Raymond’s gaze deepened. He had found the clue to becoming a Sword Master.

In that case… he would make use of her.

He could kill her afterward.

If he became a Sword Master and still couldn’t bring himself to kill this filthy, depraved woman, then he would lock her away deep in the castle instead.

Having made up his mind, Raymond began crawling on his knees across the bed. Yulia continued to retreat, but soon, her leg was caught in Raymond’s hand.

“Ah!”

“Where do you think you’re going, my bride? You have a duty to fulfill on your wedding night.”

Without hesitation, he spread her trembling thighs apart. Raymond forced himself to ignore the sweetness that traveled up through his palms.

Yulia’s most secret place, soaked through, was laid bare.

Their eyes met. Yulia’s wide with shock, Raymond’s filled with cold sneer. Without any foreplay, Raymond thrust his p***s deep between the dark curls into her spring.

“Aah!”

“Mmph!”

Both bodies trembled from the shared shock.

In that single motion, as Raymond entered her, Yulia became fully convinced that he was the ‘Ray’ from her past life. And Raymond came to a clearer understanding of who he had been in his previous life.

A vivid pink silicone d***o.

Battery-powered.

No suction or rotation. Just a basic model faithful to vibration.

Destined to be discarded as general trash one day, he had, through his master’s sincere affection, gained a soul.

Of course, it was odd that an inanimate object could remember its master’s appearance or voice.

One day, when his master left him behind on the bed and didn’t return, he had prayed to the godess.

He begged that she be brought back to him—or if that couldn’t happen, that he be sent to her. And if possible, that he be granted a human body.

Ah, yes. That was it.

“A soul-bound object. It’s been a while. Let’s see what we can do. I’ll put you in the same cycle of reincarnation. I hope you’re able to meet again.”

Thanks to that goddess’s mercy, the two were born in the same country, the same region, in the same world.

While Yulia had fully remembered her past life after the shock of losing her parents, Raymond had only partially remembered, due to the use of the family’s artifact, and that had led to the current situation.

Not knowing this, he had tried to cut off his own g******s and threatened to kill his master. Just how frustrated must the watching goddess have been?

He had despaired over his body shutting down completely when the batteries ran out.

‘If only I were human, I could have pleasured my master endlessly, without ever tiring.’

A devoted master who never looked at any other fancy new d****s, who cherished only him.

His master’s warm and sweet insides.

His master’s soft and gentle touch.

Master.
Master.
My master.

As Raymond fully recalled his past life, overwhelming emotion rose within him.

That he had nearly destroyed the very person who was precious to him because he couldn’t even remember properly. That he had almost… hurt his master with his own hands.

This life—everything about it—was merely a path to meet her again.

Raymond’s noble pride, his knightly honor, his dignity as a human—all of it vanished from within him.

Gently, Raymond wrapped Yulia in both arms. He savored the warmth and scent of her small form as it nestled into his embrace.

“Master. I missed you.”

Raymond’s voice was filled with childlike affection.