Epilogue.2

Their bodies moved in sync, locked together. The sheets twisted beneath them, and the pillow precariously perched at the edge of the bed slipped to the floor. Neither of them cared.

Adele, overwhelmed by the intensity, grasped at the sheets above her, only to have her ankle caught and pulled downward effortlessly.

“Ah, stop, I can’t…!”  

Her tear-filled blue eyes looked up at Chereph, pleading.  

Not today… please…!  

She had a mountain of tasks waiting for her at work. But Chereph, ignoring her silent protests, pulled back his hips completely before driving forward in one powerful motion.  

“Ahhh!”  

Adele always responded well to this teasing rhythm—pulling back as if to leave, only to slam in deeply. Chereph brushed aside her disheveled golden hair and moved his hips with a cruel intensity.  

Every time he pounded into her deepest spots, Adele’s cries grew louder. Her hips, reddened from the friction against his coarse hair, stung slightly. But the overwhelming pleasure spreading from within her drowned out any discomfort, turning even the sting into a form of stimulation.  

—Thud!  

The repeated movements of his thick manhood in and out of her wet, tight entrance created lewd, squelching sounds that echoed throughout the room. Adele’s face, flushed bright red, twisted as she pressed the back of her head into the crumpled sheets.  

Chereph’s thumb found her swollen cl*toris and began to rub it.  

“Ah, no, ahh…!”  

Her climax came a beat before his. Adele’s tight walls convulsed rhythmically, squeezing and releasing in rapid succession.  

“Hah.”  

Exhaling sharply, Chereph drove in deep one last time and released inside her. Already overwhelmed by multiple orgasms, Adele’s trembling voice cracked as she called his name.  

“Chereph…”  

That voice—it was enough to drive anyone mad.  

Chereph let out a heated breath.  

He gently brushed aside the damp strands of hair stuck to Adele’s sweaty forehead. His lips trailed lightly along her jawline and neck before pulling away.  

“…I need to wash up.”  

No more. She couldn’t handle any more.

If she wanted to make it to work, this had to be the limit. Her entire body felt like a mess, and even the thought of washing up alone seemed exhausting. Weakly, Adele pushed against Chereph’s shoulders.  

Even after finishing inside her, Chereph’s manhood, still buried deep, remained firm and unyielding.  

Fearing he might start again, Adele slowly sat up.  

Chereph finally withdrew from her, and a mixture of their fluids trickled out. Ignoring the mess, he casually ran his hand over her soaked center.  

If anything spilled, he could always put it back in.

“Ah… no!”  

Chereph lifted both of Adele’s legs onto his shoulders. Caught off guard by the sudden movement, Adele flailed in surprise.  

Planting a light kiss on the inside of her knee, Chereph effortlessly slid himself back inside her. As if waiting for him, her body welcomed him in one smooth motion.  

This slightly folded position was a first for her, and Adele’s face turned crimson. Chereph, looking down at her, smirked.  

“They say that raising your legs after the act helps with conception.”  

He dropped this bombshell as casually as if he were commenting on the weather.  

“Chereph…!”  

Adele, staring up at him through her spread legs, didn’t know how to respond.  

“Well, if that’s the case, why not just keep going like this?”  

With plenty of time to spare, Chereph’s hips began moving again. His relentless pace made it hard to believe he had already cl*maxed.  

“Ah, no, ahhh!”  

The change in position brought unexpected sensations, and Adele’s head tilted back as she moaned.  

Chereph’s above-average size ensured that no part of her was left untouched, but now he was hitting an entirely new spot.  

His blunt tip pressed mercilessly into her depths.  

“Ahh! Stop, ahh!”  

Her cries spilled out uncontrollably.  

The morning sunlight streaming into the room illuminated their joined bodies, revealing the glistening sheen of sweat and the mingling fluids.  

Unable to find a place to rest her gaze, Adele’s eyes landed on Chereph’s face.  

He was smiling mischievously, his eyes locked onto hers as he moved deliberately.  

—Squelch.  

The obscene sound filled the room as Chereph thrust deep into her one last time, releasing inside her again.  

The pressure from his release forced the accumulated fluids to seep out. Adele shuddered at the sensation and twisted her hips.  

Chereph, having cl*maxed only twice, remained composed, while Adele, in contrast, had been overwhelmed by countless orgasms.  

She had lost count of how many times she had reached her peak.  

“Hah…”  

Adele blinked slowly. Despite having slept, her eyelids grew heavy once more.  

—Jingle!  

Pulling a nearby bell cord, Chereph wrapped Adele in a blanket and held her close.  

Still connected to him, Adele let out a small, startled sound.  

Chereph’s body radiated warmth, and with her forehead resting against his shoulder, Adele struggled to stay awake.  

“You called, Your Grace?”  

A servant entered the room, but upon glimpsing the scene, quickly averted his eyes to the floor in shock.  

Chereph’s sharp gaze followed.  

“Inform the Knight Order that the Duchess will not be attending today.”  

“Understood.”  

The servant exited silently.  

So, I won’t make it to work after all.  

Adele chuckled softly in Chereph’s arms. She knew she should go, but when else would she live so freely?  

Chereph’s arms tightened around her. Though she was aware of the discomfort from still being joined, she had grown used to it.  

Chereph often held her like this without moving, and while the sensation was strange, she found comfort in his embrace.  

It seemed he had no further intentions this time. Holding her quietly, Chereph simply stayed by her side.  

“But… if we stay like this… what about the baby?”  

Isn’t this position bad for it?  

Mumbling her concern, Adele’s heavy eyelids finally closed before she could hear his reply.  

***

The wedding was now only a day away.

Today marked the final day of transitioning responsibilities at the Knight Order. After successfully prying herself away from Chereph, who constantly found new ways to interfere with her, Adele finally managed to report to work and quickly completed the handover process.

“Good morning!”  

“Good morning.”  

Adele, who greeted her colleagues, had changed significantly over the past few months. While her outfit remained as neat—almost stifling—as ever, and her work ethic as uncompromising, the cold aura that once surrounded her was gone.  

She even smiled occasionally while responding to others, creating a much more relaxed atmosphere for the handover. Of course, despite the lighter mood, everyone sighed at the sudden increase in their personal workloads. However, no one dared to complain to Adele.  

This was, after all, the amount of work they should have been handling from the start.  

In a world governed by survival of the fittest, Adele had always been the weaker party. Despite her talent and hard work, which allowed her to climb as high as she could, she had no support system to rely on. As a result, she had been burdened with an excessive workload disproportionate to her rank.  

But things were different now.  

They were fortunate that Adele was not holding them accountable for their past silence and inaction. Now, Adele had a family name that could not be ignored. From their perspective, they were just grateful that someone as capable as Adele wasn’t quitting or seeking revenge. They had no choice but to accept the workload that was rightfully theirs.  

“This is the last day.”  

Adele handed over a thin file to another person and clasped her hands together as she looked around.  

Though she planned to return eventually, the demands of her duties at the Duchy of Riat were greater than expected. For now, Adele Riat would remain as a consultant. Since no one had built a personal connection with her, there were no heartfelt goodbyes.  

“Well then.”  

There was no reason to linger any longer. Someone was waiting for Adele in the carriage parked just outside the building.  

A man who was impatient for her.