Chapter 24
Like husband, like wife. Birds of a feather. Peas in a pod.
With such words drifting through her mind, Yulia quietly relaxed her body, letting all the strength drain from her waist.
As she nestled peacefully against Raymond’s chest for a while, swaying gently, Yulia’s eyes happened to land on the stark white nape of his neck.
It was a sharp contrast to her own body, covered in kiss marks from earlier in the bath. The flawlessly pale skin, not a speck in sight, was like an untouched snowy field that allowed no trespass.
‘As expected of the Grand Duke of the North.’
Gulp. Yulia chuckled to herself, then suddenly swallowed hard. An urge to leave her own mark there surged within her.
It was a kind of possessive instinct to brand him as hers, just as Raymond had done to her.
Lifting her face from his chest, Yulia opened her mouth.
“Ray.”
“Yeah?”
“There’s something I want to do.”
“Then you should do it.”
Yulia’s eyes, meeting Raymond’s, carried a firm resolve. She had no intention of backing down.
“I’ll need your cooperation.”
“Gladly.”
Raymond was willing to give her anything she wanted. Even if she asked for all of the North, he was ready. His master, Yulia, deserved that and more.
As he nodded without hesitation, Raymond listened to her request—and barely stifled a laugh.
For a demand made to the ruler of the North, it was… incredibly trivial. And that made it all the more endearing.
Obeying Yulia’s urging, Raymond lay neatly on the bed. Narrowing her eyes, Yulia scrutinized him, figuring out where to leave the kiss mark.
‘If it’s too visible, it might undermine his dignity. Hmm…’
After some deliberation, she chose the left collarbone.
Decision made, Yulia promptly climbed onto Raymond’s lower abdomen. Raymond let out a faint groan.
Hearing it, Yulia licked her lips and grinned mischievously. She knew exactly why he made that sound.
But since Raymond was lying down, the more she leaned forward, the more of her lower half pressed against his skin.
‘Ah, I shouldn’t have climbed on top.’
Yulia flinched at how reflexively her body was reacting. Climbing off now would just make it more awkward, and there was no way Raymond hadn’t noticed her arousal. She felt flustered.
‘Ugh, whatever.’
Wishing her hair would hide her reddening face, Yulia leaned down toward Raymond’s collarbone. Her plan was to finish quickly and move on.
Smooch.
Her soft lips touched his skin.
Smooch. Smooch. Nibble, suck. Smoooch.
She diligently sucked at him, occasionally adding a playful bite with her teeth.
Though the way her head bobbed up and down against his chest was undeniably adorable, to Raymond, it felt more like torture.
“Mmgh…”
His pajama pants looked ready to burst. Suppressing his desire to pin her down was agonizing. His fingertips twitched with restraint.
Smoooch.
At last, with a loud smacking sound, Yulia’s lips parted from his skin.
“Huh?”
She lifted her upper body to admire her handiwork, only to tilt her head in confusion.
Raymond’s collarbone was completely unmarked. If not for the faint sheen of saliva, it would be impossible to tell she’d been sucking on it at all.
Even her lips felt numb from the effort, yet his skin remained pristine. How could that be?
“Was I too gentle?”
How hard did she have to go? As Yulia mumbled to herself, Raymond glanced down at his collarbone and realized what had happened.
It seemed that ever since becoming a Sword Master, his body—saturated with mana—had grown more resilient. His skin, too, had strengthened.
So completely enthralled had he been with the days spent with Yulia, his brain had turned to mush and he hadn’t considered something so basic.
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