Deep Boredom - Part 2

That night when Onyx was pushed into a living hell.

Chedev found his masterless bedroom after a long time.

He brushed his palm against the cold sheets that gave off a chilling sensation. Now, he couldn’t even feel the warmth of a person lying beside him. Chedev’s dimly tinted retina recalled memories beyond reality.

It was the moment when Rasha, lying on this bed, looked up at him. When he reached out and gently caressed her cheek, Rasha shyly smiled. It was a lovely smile that made him want to kiss her right away.

“The wedding ceremony is in two months.”

Throughout the course of the day, Onyx had fidgeted, asking him to reconsider, and he could see why. There was much for the Duke of Cecilion to gain by marrying Marquise Robeni.

Chedev hadn’t lied to Rasha. His attitude towards the marriage proposal with Marquise Robeni was as business-like as any other business dealings.

No matter how lowly he was and how deeply he fell in love with Rasha, he couldn’t change the fact that he was born into the nobility. In the world he was born and raised in, loveless marriages were as common as stepping on one’s toes, and from the start, it was more appropriate to consider marriage for them as a ‘transaction’ rather than the fruition of love.

Marquis Robeni, originally, wasn’t a prominent family in this field. However, they gained recognition when rare minerals started being mined in their possession. The minerals extracted from that land had an exceptional magic absorption rate compared to others, giving them a tremendous advantage. The family’s name rose from obscurity to prominence with a single mine, and young Lady Robeni quickly became a favorite bride.

The reason Chedev joined forces with them was that the minerals from that mine could be combined with firearms, turning them into magical weapons. If the research progressed successfully, the military power of Vellium would greatly surpass that of other empires.

For the influential Duke Cecilion, who represented the royal faction, it was an opportunity to further strengthen his position. Moreover, until now, the neutral Robeni family could be drawn into the royal faction, which was a good political opportunity. As the leader of a family and the central figure of the country, he couldn’t ignore it. It was a profitable marriage and transaction in many ways.

‘I heard you have a cherished concubine by your side for a long time.’

And above all, I responded to that proposal.

‘I feel the same way. I have a cherished concubine too. I want to get a puppet husband who won’t bother me.’

Marquise Robeni, the Lady of House Robeni, knew well that I had no rational interest in her.

Behind her composed appearance and upright posture, she was a rather provocative woman. It was said that she enjoyed organizing chaotic social gatherings among her subordinates. As if to prove it, there was always a repugnant and intense scent of perfume emanating from Izana. Even without getting close, when they were in the same space, the scent naturally permeated. Every time he smelled it, Chedev’s longing for Rasha’s subtle fragrance became more intense.

The concubine she referred to was a knight who guarded her side 24 hours a day. Izana found it amusing to call him her concubine. Unlike Rasha, with whom he had passionately fallen in love over the years, they occasionally clashed. Sometimes Izana would cling to him or get unnecessarily close, all as a way to show her concubine, the knight. Chedev always remained unresponsive, as he had no desire to get involved or entangled.

In fact, since it was a loveless marriage, there was no need to make efforts to meet and build a relationship. Yet, the reason why Chedev and Lady Robeni periodically found themselves together was also purely business-related. Whether Lady Robeni was clever or simply used him as a pawn, she conducted business through his status as a male. The Marquise Robeni carried out negotiations with the House of Cecilion.

Thus, the position held by Chedev and Lady Robeni was nothing more and nothing less than a public discourse.

‘Let’s consider it a mutually beneficial relationship. How about that?’

As an unmarried head of the family, he had been continuously pressured by the deceased head of the family and the elders for a long time. Although he was less constrained by their authority compared to his predecessor, due to the clear hierarchy, it was evident that they did not regard Rasha favorably.

If he agreed to this proposal, they would no longer casually discuss Rasha in relation to marriage or create unnecessary trouble. That was the thought he held. For him, marriage was nothing more than a tool for a peaceful life with Rasha or a blueprint for a cozy future.

For Chedev, it was not strange for marriage to suddenly transform into such a meaning. He grew up in an environment and a world that considered it a matter of course. Even Chedev’s parents had a union without love.

And above all, for him, marriage had become utterly useless unless it involved Rasha and raising a family with her, and that had been the case for a long time.

‘Then what am I?’

However, in the end, Rasha was hurt by that incident.

Although Chedev knew that she was having a hard time accepting their marriage, he didn’t bother to dispel the misunderstanding. One reason for this was his familiarity with the complacency that she would understand anything, and also because he didn’t want to bring up any discussions related to marriage with her.

There was a time when even he had a diverse and beautifully defined meaning of ‘marriage.’ It was when he dreamed of marrying Rasha. The thought of making her his wife, his family, was a blissful idea in itself. Chedev had even tried to make it a reality.

If it weren’t for the dreadful past event that happened as a result.

While Chedev was away, there was an incident where the late Duke, who has now passed away, attempted to secretly sell Rasha as a slave. If it weren’t for Chedev’s knights who had received prior information and paid attention, Rasha would have been sold off to another empire as a mere slave.

Shocked by that incident, Rasha didn’t move a muscle in her bedroom for several days. It was only when Chedev returned and held her in his arms for a few days that she could find some solace.

Since that day.

Whenever the topic of marriage came up, Rasha’s expression would darken. It seemed as if it had become a traumatic memory for her. Every time she thought about ‘marriage,’ it seemed to bring back memories of that fateful incident. Gradually, Chedev refrained from mentioning it. As a result, the subject of marriage between the two of them became an elusive matter.

They knew each other so well because they had spent a long time together.

And since they knew each other so well, there were also many things they easily avoided or overlooked.

‘I heard about marriage.’

Rasha brought up that topic while sitting on the bed.

At the time, he thought it was because of the dim lighting. But now, looking back, Rasha’s expression was so gloomy. He thought it would be an unnecessary waste to continue the conversation. She couldn’t understand the principles of his world, where he saw marriage as a means, and he had already stated that it was merely a ‘ceremonial union.’

I thought she would understand everything over time. Just as she always had. So, I thought…. I thought….

It was an incredibly foolish and senseless choice. There was no separate instance where means outweighed the purpose. He became consumed by the means and lost sight of the goal. He committed an irreversible mistake with the foolish belief that she would eventually understand his marriage, her aversion to marriage, and his feelings, even if not immediately.

“…Rasha.”

Instead of the usual response he took for granted, there was an empty silence.

The woman who always answered when he called was no longer by his side. Every time, Chedev felt a deep sense of emptiness etched into his being. The void was filled only with remorse and regret for the preciousness he had only come to realize.

His regretful eyes moved slowly.

At the end, there lay the negligee she had worn the night before she disappeared. It was the one that Chedev had torn apart in his passion. He tentatively reached out his hand and picked it up. Then, unconsciously, he brought it to his nose. The familiar scent, which he knew well from deeply inhaling it like when he smoked a cigar, faintly permeated the air.

It was Rasha’s fragrance.

He repeated that action several times. Holding the tattered piece of cloth, he pressed his nose against it, sniffing and making a mocking sound as he flipped it over. The sight of him like that, with a torn piece of cloth in hand, his nose buried in it while sniffling, would have been grotesque enough to frighten anyone. However, Chedev didn’t care. In the span of a month, he had felt Rasha’s presence, which had been drying up, come back to life.

Soon, Chedev became aware of the blood rushing downwards. As he smelled the lingering scent of Rasha mixed with the faint odor of the torn negligee, he hastily unfastened his pants. It had already become rigidly er*ct, rising out of his trousers with force. The veins of his engorged p*nis throbbed like a serpent among conspiracies. He wrapped his hand around it, desperately seeking the scent, until it coiled around his palm, not fully enveloped by Rasha’s hand.

“Haah…”

In the bedroom that had been filled with a chilling atmosphere for a while, the hot air began to spread slowly.

His hand slid up and down the throbbing sh*ft, causing droplets of viscous pre-c*m to form when he pulled it back, creating a hollow in the shape of the gl*ns. His adept fingers skillfully scooped up the fl*id and spread it evenly. It was a familiar action that he had repeated every day before entering Rasha, so there was no trace of awkwardness.

The speed of his stimulating hand on his flesh increased rapidly. His lower back pulled taut, and his lower abdomen gradually grew warmer. He vigorously m*sturbated while sucking in the remnants of her scent from the torn negligee. It resembled the way he buried his lips in Rasha’s lower hole, greedily swallowing her secretions. His engorged, reddened p*nis trembled like waves along his trembling hand.

“Ah, Rasha, ah…!”

The low sound unique to a man. It filled the room wetly, creating an oppressive atmosphere.

Chedev recalled his s*xual encounter with Rasha. He imagined laying her on this bed, spreading her thighs wide to expose her v*lva, and teasing her assh*le with the gl*ns of his p*nis. He vividly remembered how Rasha blushed intensely and trembled as he actually performed these actions. He even remembered the delicate movements of her eyelashes, faintly trembling.

The lingering traces of the past, conjured up by the scent, intensified his ar*usal.

Soon, his memories regressed to the moment when she eagerly looked up at him with his c*ck in her mouth, her eyes glistening with w*tness. Despite only the gl*ns being barely engulfed, his entire body tingled with excitement.

And even now.

The ferocious flesh wrapped in saliva and lust coiled and twitched, producing w*t friction sounds as it pressed and shook against him. Even that reminded him of the sensations they experienced during their intimacy.

While his hand busily teased, his face remained pristine like that of a priest. He was gently caressing Rasha with his eyes closed, remembering her expressions when she eagerly took him in, her reaction as he pushed deep into her c*rvix, the rhythmic contractions and relaxations as he embraced her neck, and the secret whispers of love…

“Kheuk!”

The lingering scent that heated his lungs eventually even reproduced her whispered words convincingly. Chedev released his overflowing ar*usal, coursing through his entire being from head to toe. The engorged hole of his gl*ns, tightly squeezed by his large hand, quivered and sprayed copious amounts of thick white fl*id. The scent, reminiscent of night-blooming flowers, filled the air with a pungent aroma.

Chedev continued to stimulate his g*nitals despite reaching his limit. As evidence of his touch, his firmly er*ct p*nis remained unrelieved.

Afterward, the bedroom resounded with the distinct moans of a male in heat. Throughout his self-stimulation, Chedev never let go of the negligee Rasha had worn. Instead, he held onto it as if it were a lifeline, continuously milking out his s*men.

“Ah, haah…”

With each moan, his chest grew tight, and his breath became constrained. The final cl*max occurred with Chedev on his knees beneath the bed. Soaked in a mist of sticky ej*culate that reached the floor, he pressed his face against the bed. The intense heat that made it feel as if he could devour himself gradually subsided.

Then slowly, a strange sensation crept up from his toes.

The fact that he was alone in this vast space seemed particularly chilling and difficult to endure. It felt as if he had been thrown off a cliff, left to fall into solitude. Like evidence of escaping the intense pleasure, the cool sweat on the back of his neck and the damp palm of his hand evoked an inexplicable shiver.

Perhaps because he was completely immersed in the heat, the subsequent chill couldn’t bring about a sense of unease. Chedev turned his head slightly, glancing at the view in front of him. Rasha, wrapped tightly in the blanket, appeared mature.

Oh, was that the feeling…?

After their intimate encounter, Rasha’s emotions as she sat alone on this bed, looking at him, were unclear. Even so, even if he couldn’t remember her face, he could somewhat guess what she had felt. The expression on Chedev’s face, tightly clutching the negligee with his intact hand, exuded a sense of loneliness and desolation.

Perhaps similar to Rasha at that time.