Chapter 1.24
Luke’s gaze as he looked at her, the beads of sweat running down, the hands gripping her waist, even the sensation of his c**k thrusting deep into her body again and again.
Yuria wanted to remember everything happening now. But even she didn’t know how long she could hold on to her mind amid the heat that had already begun.
“Huht, hurry…! Aaang! Hah, ang! Ha…!”
Luke moved his hips with enough force to drive himself to the very root, almost as if even his taut t*******s could also go into her. As she had said, before their minds were completely devoured by pleasure, he wanted them to remember each other as much as possible. Each time he thrust himself into Yuria’s body, wetness splashed with a squelch, and their pheromones, grown that much thicker, mingled together.
“Haa, Yuri…! Kh!”
“Haang, ang! Aaang! Luke, ang! Hah, ang!”
Yuria, who had been moaning while panting for breath, arched her back with a high cry. It felt as if her brain were melting from the intense pleasure. Digging her nails into Luke’s back, Yuria trembled finely.
“Aaang…! Ang!”
Yuria’s walls spasmed as though alive and tightened around Luke’s c**k as if they would cut it off. Luke didn’t bother holding back his o****m. As Yuria wanted, and as he wanted, he wanted them to climax together before her heat fully began.
With himself buried deep in Yuria’s hole as she panted in o****m, Luke e********d at length. Thanks to the rut that had just begun, the knotting happened immediately. His manhood, swollen like a ball, forced Yuria’s hole open to the brink of tearing and plugged it tightly.
“Luke! Aaang…! Ah! Hahng!”
“Huu, I love you. Yuri. I’ve had feelings for you all this time.”
I love you too, Yuria tried to answer. Pain and pleasure mixed dizzyingly. Yuria couldn’t tell whether what was melting was her mind, her memories, or something else entirely. The words I love you and the words f**k me more rose up incoherently and stirred through her mind.
Yuria didn’t remember which of the two she had actually spoken aloud. Because what came after that wasn’t the time of a person, but the time of a beast.
Epilogue
Yuria returned to the capital with Luke. Unlike what she had feared, no one in the Cunningham ducal family condemned her.
Since the duke had readily permitted her marriage to Luke, in a way, that was only natural. Yuria, who had been unable to raise her head before the duke because of guilt, gradually adjusted to her new position in the ducal residence as time passed.
In truth, it would have been more difficult if she didn’t adjust… because the date of Yuria and Luke’s wedding had already been set.
Today, the wind was cool, making it perfect weather to enjoy a picnic. Should she suggest going out to the riverside once their errands were finished? As Yuria briefly pondered, she was startled by a hand sliding down below her waist and cried out.
“Luke!”
“There’s no one watching.”
Luke spoke calmly and shrugged. Just as he said, there was no one around the two of them.
“According to the rules, you shouldn’t be here either, Luke.”
Yuria reproached him with flushed cheeks. No matter how close they were to marriage, following his fiancée into the fitting room wasn’t something a noble should do. Even more so if the clothes Yuria was trying on right now were a wedding dress.
“Yuri, you’re still strict. You must still think I’m your student.”
“That’s not it, but…”
Yuria wanted to protest that anyone, not only a teacher, would scold him for such behavior. When he had said he would enter instead of the shop clerk, the shop employees had looked horrified, but Luke had behaved as if he didn’t see them. If he hadn’t been of Cunningham blood, everyone would have desperately tried to drag Luke away.
“Even so, if you think of your family’s dignity, Luke…”
“Yuri.”
“Don’t try to change the subject.”
“Haa, Yuri really is only kind at night. You don’t need me when I’m not being lewd…”
“Luke!”
Yuria hurriedly covered Luke’s mouth. Where had the innocent and brilliant boy gone? She truly had no idea. Perhaps he had never existed from the beginning. He had said that he had packaged himself however he could because he wanted her to like him.
Was it fortunate, at least, that Luke still acted like an exemplary noble in front of others? Though today was an exception.
In the end, Yuria let out a sigh. No matter what sort of person Luke Cunningham was, the fact that she loved him didn’t change. So this was Yuria’s share to bear.
“Please endure until this evening.”
Yuria stood on tiptoe and lightly kissed Luke on the lips. Using this as an excuse, he would probably make it impossible for her to sleep tonight, but that was something to think about then.
—Imprint, The End—
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