Epilogue.3

“You’re finally here.”  

Chereph, seeing Adele descend the stairs, quickly approached her with long strides. He took her hand and supported her waist with his arm as if escorting her.  

His attentiveness knew no bounds.  

By now, no one dared to question Adele’s position as the Duchess. Even if they did, no one was foolish enough to voice their thoughts in front of her.  

Chereph had even modified the carriage for Adele, despite it being just a short trip for work.  

The carriage, designed to be as comfortable and stable as possible, bore the proud mark of the craftsman who had created it. The craftsman, of course, had no idea what kind of purpose the carriage would serve.  

—Click.  

The moment the carriage door closed, Chereph’s eager hands reached out, undoing the buttons of Adele’s uniform as if they were springing loose.  

Her skirt was pulled up to her thighs. All the windows of the carriage were already covered with curtains. Chereph had clearly been anticipating this moment.  

“Are you really planning to do this here?”  

“It’s the last day we’ll use this carriage.”  

For that reason?  

Adele looked at Chereph with an incredulous expression. Because it was her last day of work, Chereph had decided to consummate their passion in the cramped carriage.  

He pressed closer to her. Adele, closing her knees tightly, wore a defiant expression as if daring him to try. But her resistance crumbled easily under Chereph’s strength as he parted her legs.  

His hand, which had been caressing the inside of her knee, slid along her inner thigh, his fingertips grazing her most sensitive area.  

“So, you managed to keep this hidden.”  

At those words, Adele’s face turned red.  

She wasn’t wearing underwear.  

That morning, on their way to work together, Chereph had pocketed her undergarments.  

Thanks to her efforts to avoid sitting down as much as possible and focus on her tasks, she seemed to have avoided any embarrassing stains on her clothes. It was a small relief.  

Because of Chereph’s habit of touching her whenever they were alone, Adele’s body had become far too easily aroused.  

—Tap.  

One of Adele’s legs was lifted onto Chereph’s knee. His fingers easily found their way to her sensitive spot, rubbing against her slick folds.  

“Adele.”  

The low whisper of her name made her exhale a sweet breath.  

His fingers teased her entrance, tracing the edges without fully entering. It was maddeningly insufficient. The gentle brush of his fingertips against her cl*toris wasn’t enough.  

“Please… ah!”  

Just as she was about to ask him to stop teasing, Chereph pinched her cl*toris lightly. Adele’s body jolted as if she had reached a small climax.  

Her head, tilted back, slowly lowered again. No matter how well the carriage had been modified, she knew raising her voice would undoubtedly reach the ears of the coachman.  

“Don’t hold back.”  

As he spoke, Chereph slid his fingers inside her. Having just experienced a brief climax, Adele’s heightened sensitivity made her acutely aware of the intrusion.  

Two fingers explored her depths, moving slowly at first.  

The deliberate pace was torturous. Adele’s body, already familiar with the overwhelming pleasure his hands could bring, trembled in anticipation.  

The lingering sensation from her earlier climax left her lower abdomen tingling with heat.  

“Ah…!”  

Adele’s hips lifted involuntarily.  

“Chereph.”  

“Not enough, is it?”  

She couldn’t deny it.  

There had been times when she had spent an entire day with his manhood inside her.  

If it had been the old Adele, unfamiliar with such sensations, she might have demanded he remove his fingers immediately. But now, knowing all too well the pleasure he could give, her body instinctively clenched around his fingers.  

It wasn’t enough.  

“Ahh…!”  

“Didn’t someone once say they couldn’t possibly do this in a carriage?”  

Though he spoke as if referring to someone else, it was clearly Adele’s own words. Her ears burned red with embarrassment.  

Meanwhile, a third finger joined the others. With his pinky and thumb excluded, three fingers stretched and explored her insides. His movements were bold, as if he intended to fit his entire hand.  

“Ah… ahh!”  

Before a loud cry could escape, Adele bit down on her hand to muffle the sound. Her other hand, which had been gripping the seat, reached out to grab Chereph’s shoulder.  

Her soaked inner walls eagerly welcomed his fingers, tightening and releasing around them repeatedly.  

Satisfied, Chereph smiled and gently lowered Adele’s hand from his shoulder, turning her body around.  

Adele’s forehead pressed against the cold glass window of the carriage as she braced herself against the seat and wall. Her voice trembled.  

“Not here… someone might hear…”  

“Then I’ll deal with whoever hears us.”  

Chereph approached her from behind, his hands gripping her pale hips. Pleased with the red marks left by his touch, he licked his lips.  

Without giving her a chance to respond, he thrust into her in one motion. Adele let out a choked gasp.  

—Thud, thud!  

The force of his movements pushed her against the wall of the carriage. Adele stifled her cries, her hips arching upward.  

Pressed against the cold window, Adele felt her overheated body burn even more.  

After vigorously moving for some time, Chereph finally released inside her. The familiar sensation of warmth filling her insides brought Adele to her own climax.  

“Ahh…!”  

The carriage was filled with muffled cries and ragged breaths.  

Chereph pulled Adele closer, seating her directly on his lap. Thanks to the carriage’s high ceiling, it was possible to accommodate this positioning without difficulty.  

Adele looked down at Chereph, her face a mess of tears and saliva. He reached out slowly, wiping away her tears with his fingers and licking the trail of saliva with his tongue.  

She looked utterly endearing.  

Chereph repeatedly kissed her lips as he whispered,  

“You seem to be enjoying this.”  

It was an act more akin to animalistic mating than a romantic union.  

Adele tried to steady her breathing but froze momentarily as Chereph’s seed began to seep out from within her.  

Though Chereph knew exactly why she reacted that way, he feigned ignorance. Instead, he loosened her blouse and corset, exposing her chest, which he eagerly took into his mouth.  

“Ah…!”  

Adele’s waist began to move slightly of its own accord. Chereph found her movements—rubbing herself against his thigh through the thin fabric of his trousers—utterly delightful.  

By the time her corset was fully undone, Chereph’s lips had already traveled down to her n*pples, which he sucked with fervor.  

“Ahh! Hng!”  

The er*ect peaks tasted faintly sweet.  

*Everything about you is strangely sweet.*  

At his murmured words, Adele’s face flushed anew.  

“Beg me to do it rougher.”  

Chereph looked up at her with his crimson eyes, which seemed layered with sedimentary intensity, urging her to speak.  

Adele hesitated but eventually opened her mouth, her voice faltering.  

“That’s….”  

Her expression seemed to ask *how*, and Chereph chuckled silently. Even her voice alone was enough to stir him.  

“!”  

Chereph adjusted his hold on her, his strong arms steadying her trembling frame.  

As she felt his heated arousal press against her, Adele’s face turned pale. Without hesitation, he lifted her once more, positioning her over him.  

Then, he rubbed himself against her entrance.  

“Chereph…!”  

The unfamiliar sensation made Adele shudder, as if he were about to claim her in an entirely new way. Chereph chuckled lowly and pulled her into his embrace.  

“Hngh!”  

Adele tilted her head back, letting out a high-pitched moan. The earlier fear of being overheard seemed to have vanished entirely.  

“Ah, ahh! Hngh!”  

As Adele’s cries grew louder, Chereph gripped her waist tighter, guiding her movements deeper and more firmly onto him.  

She couldn’t distinguish whether it was fear or pleasure that overwhelmed her more.  

Clinging tightly to Chereph’s shoulders, Adele trembled, tears streaming down her face from the overwhelming sensations. She had no idea that her tear-streaked expression only spurred him on further.  

—Thud!  

Chereph drove into her deeply once again.  

Adele’s body, which had already reached its peak multiple times, was warm and trembling. Her inner walls quivered as they squeezed and released around him.  

After lifting her several more times and thrusting deeply enough to produce audible sounds, Chereph finally released inside her with a short groan.  

“Haa…”  

As Adele slumped weakly in his arms, Chereph placed a hand on her lower abdomen.  

He gently stroked the area that was now filled with him, kissing Adele’s tearful lips repeatedly.  

“They’ll hear us outside… please.” 

She murmured in a voice that seemed to melt from exhaustion.  

Chereph burst into laughter.  

He had no intention of telling her about the special soundproofing installed in the carriage.  

“Don’t worry. If anyone dares to hear your moans, I’ll cut off their ears.”  

After all, such pleasures were more thrilling when kept hidden.  

Chereph withdrew from her and pulled Adele into his embrace.  

Despite their wedding being the next day, Adele already felt utterly drained.  

Yet, she couldn’t bring herself to refuse him. She didn’t want to deny something that felt so good.  

As Chereph ran his hand along her sweat-drenched back, loosening her corset further, a soft smile tugged at his lips.  

This was the result of Adele’s ‘small wish’.  

〈The End〉