The Past Life of the Arrogant Archduke - Chapter 15

Quivering muscles. Pulsing veins.

Raymond’s beautiful face, seen from below as it trembled, struck Yulia’s heart without mercy as his expression twisted in pleasure.

The hands that roamed her entire body and his firm, resilient muscles shook her like rough waves. Yulia willingly surrendered herself to those waves.

Raymond’s thrusts grew increasingly intense—to the point Yulia wondered, Can it really get even rougher than this? The junction where he invaded and was received let out loud, wet smacks.

At the deep impact, Yulia’s toes curled. The depths of her elongated v****a welcomed the intruder, contracting, squeezing, sucking him in, resonating with the vibrations.

“Haah… Master.”

Raymond’s fingers intertwined with Yulia’s as her hands roamed helplessly across the bed, overwhelmed by pleasure beyond her limits.

Their fingers locked tightly, not a gap between them. From that, their mutual obsession—never wanting to let go—was clear.

“Aaaahhh…!”

Their entangled bodies approached the peak. Their sweat-soaked skin glistened like that of mermaids.

And when their lips met, tongues sliding together with wet sounds, Raymond’s hot s***n finally spurted deep into Yulia with a splurt, splurt.

“Kgh.”

“Haa… haa…”

His e*********n lasted quite a while. Yulia’s inner walls, which had gripped him tightly, now rippled slickly with the overflowing s***n.

Raymond released their entwined hands and caressed Yulia’s face. Their eyes, as they looked at each other, were full of love.

Yulia tried to wrap her arms around Raymond’s waist but slipped on the sweat-covered muscles and let her arms flop down on the bed.

Finding her adorable, Raymond burst into laughter. Yulia narrowed her eyes in mock annoyance, but even that was too tiring, so she just closed her eyes.

As Yulia closed her eyes, Raymond rained kisses down on her face.

Her skin, her breath. Everything was sweet.

My bride.
My master.

He was a burning sword, and she was the sheath that fit him perfectly. No one could be more like a knight than this.

Raymond even felt pride in his past life as a d***o. If not for that life and for his master, he would never have reached the supreme realm of Sword Master, of which there were only four in the Empire.

As he gently rotated the ‘sword’ that was still inside her, Yulia let out a long sigh filled with satisfaction.

While Raymond and Yulia basked in the afterglow of s*x, the side room door opened.

In the room adjacent to the bridal chamber, food was rotated every twenty minutes so the bride and groom could enjoy fresh, warm meals at any time.

Under the butler’s direction, the servants who had pushed the trolley in all had flushed faces. Through the door Raymond had broken, they’d heard the lord and lady’s intense lovemaking loud and clear.

It had been so intense that it echoed down the hallway. Unless one was deaf, there was no way not to hear it.

“Whew… sounds like they’re finally done.”

“At this rate, is our madam going to die from pleasure?”

“Still… seems our Grand Duke is very… potent…”

“Haah. I’m jealous.”

Just as the servants were relaxing at the end of the moans, their shoulders flinched.

The strong scent of the salve wafted out through the door gap, and moans—now sounding like sobbing—rose again.

The madam’s voice, sweet and whining, along with the Grand Duke calling her ‘Master’ as he coaxed her—both were clearly audible.

The servants’ wide eyes met one another.

“Master?!”

The master of my heart. My lady…

Romantic words rolled through the minds of the servants.

As seasoned attendants working in the inner quarters of the Northern Grand Duchy, their internal scales tipped decisively.

‘We must pledge absolute loyalty to the madam!’

Up until now, they’d felt slightly wary of the new madam—who was neither from a prestigious family nor particularly stunning, but all that vanished instantly.

The servants, who quickly finished setting the food, quietly exited the side room. Last to leave, the butler wiped the corner of his eye with a handkerchief as he closed the door.

He had been moved by hearing the Grand Duke’s cheerful laughter for the first time since childhood.

‘You’ve grown splendidly, Lord Raymond. I’ll pressure the Church and the villages if I must to procure all the holy water and salve you need. So please, be happy with the madam.’

Now, the unpleasant rumors that had circulated about the Grand Duke would naturally vanish. The madam was loud-voiced and healthy. From now on, only prosperity awaited the ducal house.

With thoughts of drafting a budget for holy water and salve to support the Grand Ducal couple’s happy nights, the butler walked down the corridor with light steps.

—Main Story, End.