Chapter 2.5

As Cherilian’s mood grew heavy, the aide cautiously spoke.  

“Um… Our city is very safe, but if you’re worried, shall we assign more escorts next time, or perhaps… ask her to refrain from going out…?”  

The aide had known the previous Duke of Biente. The cold and arrogant former Duke never let his wife go outside, nor did he like her smiling in front of others.  

Even though the previous Duchess had once run away with her young son, and after returning, the Duke had changed a lot…  

“No, let her do as she wishes.”  

The aide looked at Cherilian standing by the window. As expected of a father and son, they looked very much alike.  

‘Thank goodness their personalities are different…’  

The young Duke, at least, knew how to smile. He expressed emotions, was a model knight, and appreciated his subordinates’ efforts. He acted out of principle, not mood—strict, but not difficult to deal with.  

“That’s all for today.”  

“Yes, understood.”  

Just as he was about to leave, Cherilian suddenly turned to his aide.  

“How do I look?”  

“Pardon?”  

Cherilian brushed his dark red hair and asked,  

“How do I look? Do I look all right?”  

Flustered by the sudden question, the aide quickly replied,  

“You look very handsome.”  

After answering, he realized that wasn’t quite right, but the Duke seemed pleased with the response.  

* * *

Cherilian saw Tina climbing the stairs alone, carrying several books in her arms. Had no one helped her?  

Cherilian decided to add extra drills to the Biente knights’ training tomorrow and hurried over to her.  

“Tina.”  

“Oh, good afternoon, Cherry.”  

“If you have things to carry, call me. Here, let me.”  

“It’s fine, this isn’t even heavy. I barely convinced Dame Rozen not to help.”  

Cherilian wasn’t usually stubborn, but in matters like this, he was different. He took Tina’s books from her. He glanced at the books in her arms; all were covered, so he couldn’t see the titles.  

“So, what kind of books did you buy?”  

As Tina gave him a meaningful smile, Cherilian’s eyes narrowed.  

“What is it…?”  

“*rotic books. So naughty I couldn’t get married—no, not even twice—if anyone found out.”  

“……”  

Cherilian’s clear face darkened. As Tina had expected, he was the kind of man who wouldn’t mind even if she had a collection of wooden model phalluses in all sizes.  

But attitude and feelings were different things. Cherilian felt embarrassed, wondering if Tina was trying to satisfy unfulfilled desires through such means.  

Noticing Cherilian’s gloomy look, Tina scolded him,  

“I can guess what you’re thinking, but it’s not that. These are reference books.”  

“…That makes even less sense.”  

‘Why would *rotic books be reference books…? Surely not…’  

“You mean you’re trying to learn dirty talk… with these?”  

“Yep.”  

Tina giggled as she answered. She felt very proud for figuring out a way.  

While Tina looked pleased with her accomplishment, Cherilian felt his mood plummet.  

Cherilian always wanted to show Tina only his best, most perfect side. Any flaw was unacceptable. He felt like a defective product, and it made him depressed.  

After entering the ducal couple’s room and putting down the books, he lowered his gaze.  

“Sorry, Tina.”  

Cherilian, known as the iron knight, sometimes showed weakness only in front of her. Knowing that, Tina always tried to act strong around him.  

When she treated even his biggest problems as nothing and smiled, his dark expression would often brighten. When a smile finally appeared on his face, Tina felt very happy.  

“Cherry. A couple who swore before God shouldn’t blame each other for their problems, but take care of each other.”  

Tina clenched her fist in a hopeful pose.  

“I’ll always tell you to move your hips more slyly if you want to use your c*ck!”  

She promised to try harder and already seemed to have grown a step.  

“……”  

Cherilian squeezed his eyes shut at his body’s involuntary response.  

“Huh?”  

Seeing her husband’s troubled face, Tina glanced at his lower half. His *rection was pressed against his right thigh, straining his pants.  

“In the middle of the day?”  

When she tilted her head, Cherilian gave a weak smile and explained,  

“Tina, things like this don’t care if it’s day or night.”  

“I know, but your face…”  

Tina’s voice dropped to a whisper.  

“To be honest, you look a little turned on? Uh, ahem!”  

Cherilian stared down at Tina’s embarrassed face after she blurted out such a blunt word, and murmured, almost entranced,  

“…Maybe so.”  

It was a moment that made him feel strangely small for denying it so fiercely.  

* * *

The sun was still up outside.  

Just the thought of imprinting Tina’s n*ked body in the bright daylight made Cherilian thirst with excitement. But Tina seemed reluctant.  

Though brave Tina had boldly declared she wouldn’t neglect “saying naughty and dirty things,” she was still shy about their intimacy.  

Unable to resist Tina’s insistence, Cherilian carefully drew the bedroom curtains. Not that it made the room much darker.  

She was so embarrassed about undressing in front of him that she shouted at him not to look. Cherilian, in turn, was so aroused by Tina’s bashfulness that he could hardly breathe.  

If not for the d*mn succubus’s curse, his manhood would have burst long ago from growing so hard.  

Tina, swayed by Cherilian’s silver tongue offering to help her prepare, ended up lying on the bed with her legs spread.  

“Ha, uh, hng…”

Cherilian teased and rubbed Tina’s firm, raised nub with his thick tongue. As his slippery flesh pressed and circled the sensitive spot, Tina made noises like a small animal in distress.

“Ah, hng, hng, ah!”

Half out of his mind, Cherilian eagerly licked and sucked her s*x. Deep inside her belly, something tightened and demanded more.  

The stimulation was so intense that Tina’s legs tried to close on their own. But Cherilian’s firm grip on her thighs prevented her knees from coming together.

“Aah…”

Cherilian glanced up to check Tina’s reaction, but his expression soon turned dissatisfied. She had been covering her eyes with her arm, refusing to show her face.

“Tina, show me your face.”

“No, I don’t want to—if you keep doing that, stop.”

“Stop what?”

“…That… with your mouth.”

Tina responded coyly, her voice thin and heated. Cherilian smiled softly and gently traced the split with two fingers, moving them up and down.

Her entrance twitched, urging for more stimulation. Clear, slightly sticky fl*id was steadily leaking out.

“That’s strange. You weren’t embarrassed to say those things about my c*ck, but this embarrasses you?”

Tina wanted to say that this was different. But as Cherilian buried his face again between her legs, she forgot to protest and moaned.

“Ah!”

Panting, Tina lifted her hips, and soon twisted her waist as she reached a light cl*max.

“Haa…”

Cherilian kept his gaze on her twitching entrance as he sat up. With his nose and lips wet, he wiped his mouth and moved her arm away from her face.

Her eyes were tightly shut, and tears had formed at the corners. Cherilian realized that Tina cried when she was aroused—a new discovery that made him smile with satisfaction.

“Aren’t you… going to continue?”

Tina rolled her eyes, looking at Cherilian as he hugged her.

“Do you want more?”

“No, I mean you, Cherry. You’re still…”

Tina glanced at Cherilian’s lower half.

“Oh. I’m already satisfied as it is.”

Cherilian replied casually. Of course, he would have liked to have her s*ck him twice more, but he set that desire aside for now.

“Don’t push yourself.”

Tina frowned slightly and asked,

“Why do you keep telling me not to push myself?”

“That’s because…”

Cherilian started to speak, then closed his mouth.

Tina had grown up as the beloved youngest daughter in the peaceful, pastoral Damsel estate. She hadn’t been surrounded by luxury, but she’d never had to say harsh things to anyone and had a gentle, unspoiled personality.

She hadn’t entered the capital’s social circles, so she’d never experienced their invisible kicks or snide remarks.

Now, because of the curse, she was trying to use harsh, humiliating words that didn’t suit her character. But if time passed and his problem remained unsolved—

‘She might get tired of me.’

He worried that, in the end, she might lose her infatuation.

“I’ll try to solve this curse too. Maybe I’ll go pray more often. Anyway, I won’t leave you to handle it alone.”

“Hmm? Okay.”

Tina wondered why Cherilian was suddenly speaking so seriously and desperately, but she took his words simply at face value.

“When I said okay, I meant I understand your effort. I’m still going to keep my promise from yesterday.”

The promise that a couple should take care of each other’s problems.

Cherilian looked up at her, flustered, as she climbed on top of him. Her face was flushed red again, and she couldn’t meet his eyes as she spoke.

“S-So stop talking and get your c*ck up—good dogs should do that.”

“……”

Was she really embarrassed?

Her words seemed to act like a magic spell, and his half-limp organ immediately stood upright. What was even more bewildering—

“Haa…”

He felt a faint thrill at Tina’s teasing. He couldn’t help but feel a little self-loathing.

Cherilian chalked it up to the curse and sat up, running his hands over Tina’s plump thighs as she straddled him.

Whatever the self-loathing, he wanted to spend a good time with his wife now that things had come to this. Ever since he became an adult, he had imagined countless acts with the innocent-faced girl who adored him, and now he intended to indulge in those fantasies to his heart’s content. Not that he’d ever get tired of her.

“Wait, just a second.”

But Tina suddenly crawled off the bed on her knees.

“Tina, please…”

Watching her move away, Cherilian felt the urge to grab her waist and thr*st into her as he pleased.

Fortunately, Tina didn’t go far. She picked up something that had fallen under the bed and returned, shyly smiling as she stuffed it into Cherilian’s mouth.

“…?!”

It was the underwear Tina had taken off earlier.

“I saw it in a book.”

‘Just what kind of books is she reading…?’

Cherilian swallowed his questions, holding the underwear in his mouth. He didn’t spit it out, partly because he didn’t want to disappoint her, but also because, strangely, it gave him a little thrill.

Bravely climbing onto Cherilian, Tina lined up his hard member at her entrance and slowly lowered her hips. It was her first time in this position, so she fumbled a bit, but Cherilian helped guide her.

“Mm.”

Her entrance parted, slowly swallowing his c*ck. She inserted about a finger’s length, then pulled out and pushed in again, gradually building excitement.

As slippery fl*id overflowed, the penetration became easier.

When Tina fully lowered her hips, she felt a dull ache from being so tightly filled inside.

“Ugh…”

She frowned and rubbed her soft belly. Cherilian’s eyes darkened as he looked at their tightly joined bodies between her golden-brown hair.

Unable to hold back, he began to move his hips, urging Tina to adjust to his size.

“Shh…”

Tina pushed the half-spat underwear back into Cherilian’s mouth with her finger, then started moving her hips clumsily.

A strange, ticklish sensation bloomed in her belly. Hot, sensual heat swirled around her lower body.

“Mm, ugh, ngh, hng…!”

Cherilian moaned with the underwear in his mouth. Watching Tina move her body so erotically gave him immense visual satisfaction.

Cherilian held back his cl*max several times, barely resisting the urge to spill.

“Aah.”

She was wet and hot inside. Even though it was his own body moving in and out, his mind felt like it was melting.

“This… doesn’t make you uncomfortable, does it?”

He shook his head lightly.

“No, I don’t dislike it.”

Strangely enough…

If anything, her words only fueled his desire more.

“But Tina, are you really going to be this weak when you ride me?”

“…What?”

Tina let out a dazed sound, stopping her movements in confusion. At that moment, her body was suddenly flipped over.

“Ah?”

Tina lay on the mattress, looking up at Cherilian looming over her. His gray pupils were wide open, his eyes completely wild.

Cherilian usually showed rich emotions, but even so, this was a rare expression.

Feeling a strange chill, Tina instinctively tried to cover her chest with her arms, but her wrists were caught.

He raised her wrists above her head, completely immobilizing her.

Cherilian thr*st himself into Tina, burying himself to the base. A massive pleasure mixed with faint pain crashed down without warning.

“Aah!”

Her entrance twitched and spasmed. Cherilian’s handsome face twisted as he struggled to hold back his cl*max against her tightening inner walls.

When he’d barely held off, he started pounding her hard.

“Ah! Ah!”

“Mm, haa…”

His member scraped and dug into the sensitive inner spots. Tina was overwhelmed by the rough movements and dizzying sensations.

The lewd sound of flesh slapping filled the room. His large, hot hands gripped her writhing hips tightly, unable to contain her frantic movements.

His thick, hard flesh ravaged her below. It felt like her lower belly was on fire.

With each merciless thr*st, Tina shook her head. Tears and saliva streamed down her face, and Cherilian quickly bent down to lick up the fl*ids before she could protest about being messy.

Her trembling legs, her toes and feet, all felt unfamiliar today as energy surged through them.

“Haa…!”

Cherilian, breathing rougher and louder than usual, thr*st into her. Tina wrapped her weakening legs around his agile waist, clinging desperately.

After a few slow thr*sts, his c*ck finally plunged deep inside and released.