Chapter 13

“Oh, Amelie!”

Just as she was heading to her lesson, someone called out to her.

“Huh?”

It was Danny, one of the Duke’s knights, whom she had met during an outdoor lesson before. Amelie greeted him brightly, and a smile of delight spread across both their faces.

“Why haven’t I seen you lately? I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

“Y-you have?”

Amelie gave an awkward laugh.

Come to think of it, she hadn’t seen the Duke’s knights training in quite some time.

Of course, she had spent most of her time locked in her room, consumed by her intimate moments with the Duke. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t go outside. She always attended Ethan’s lessons and occasionally strolled through the garden afterward.

In the past, during those walks, she would often see the Duke’s knights training in the distance or run into them after their sessions. But lately, that hadn’t happened at all. Everything was quiet. It was as if someone had deliberately sent people elsewhere to ensure no one crossed paths with her. The garden was entirely hers.

The Duke’s garden was so beautiful that she never felt dissatisfied. But now that she thought about it, it did seem strange.

When she first visited the Ducal residence for her interview, the garden had been bustling with people.

“Yes, I’ve missed you so much, Amelie.”

Danny smiled brightly. The sight of the young knight’s radiant grin made Amelie flinch and step back.

‘Could it be?’

Was this an expression of affection toward me?

Amelie hesitated. She liked Kailo.

Though they shared intimate moments every day, she couldn’t confidently say their relationship was anything more than that. She was, after all, just Kailo’s mistress.

The fact that their relationship couldn’t be openly acknowledged pricked painfully at Amelie’s heart.

No matter how passionate things were now, it was bound to be temporary. Once Kailo grew tired of her body, then…

“Amelie? You don’t look well. Did something bad happen?”

The friendly young man’s handsome face came closer. Amelie shook her head as she stepped back.

“It’s nothing. More importantly, I…”

“Oh, right! I have something for you, Miss Amelie.”

It seemed Danny hadn’t heard her words. He pulled something out of his knight’s uniform pocket and extended it toward her.

“Here, what do you think? I thought it would suit you well, Miss Amelie.”

What he held out was a fluttering silk ribbon. Its color was a soft pink, much like Amelie’s eyes.

Surprised, Amelie shook her head.

“Sir Danny, thank you so much, but this is too much for me.”

“I wanted to give it to you, Miss Amelie. Please accept it.”

If he knew she was a woman busy sharing a bed with another man, he wouldn’t want to give her such a gift. But Amelie couldn’t bring herself to say such a thing aloud.

As she stayed silent, Danny finally attached the ribbon to the back of her hair.

“It looks good on you.”

“…”

“Well then, see you next time, Miss Amelie.”

With those words, Danny, the knight of the Ducal household, disappeared somewhere as if fleeing. Amelie touched the silk ribbon tied to the back of her hair and sighed.

***

“His Grace, the Duke, requests a conversation.”

“A conversation…? Has something happened?”

Amelie, having just finished her lesson, widened her eyes and looked at the butler.

The Duke of Estricen requesting a conversation? Until now, the only persistent requests he had made were for physical exchanges in the bedroom.

However, the butler, seemingly unaware of the details, simply offered an awkward smile.

“Your Grace, it’s me. Amelie.”

Amelie entered the study with a bit of nervousness.

Although she had previously worried about Kailo upon hearing groans from inside, this was her first time stepping into this room.

‘Now that I think about it, was His Grace alright back then?’

At least for now, he appeared far too composed.

The heavy mahogany desk was neatly stacked with books and documents, and Kailo sat upright in the middle, quietly immersed in his work.

His demeanor was serious and unhurried. His blue eyes, focused on the documents before him, were chillingly calm.

They were entirely different from the eyes that had burned with desire in front of a n*ked Amelie, leaving her unconsciously tense.

“I heard you called for me…”

If the ‘Kailo’ who summoned her at will to the bedroom was her lover, then the man before her now was undoubtedly the Duke of Estricen.

That Estricen. The pillar of the Empire, a meticulous and formidable man. Someone a woman like her could never comfortably approach.

His gaze slowly fell on her. For a moment, she felt the icy chill of a glacier in his eyes, causing her to shudder slightly.

“Ah, yes.”

His cold reply felt like a sharp shard of ice scraping against her heart. However, when he gestured, Amelie obediently stepped forward to stand before the Duke.

“Come closer. Over here.”

“…”

She complied quietly, but the next command was one she couldn’t easily follow.

“Kneel and crawl under the desk.”

“Pardon…?”

Amelie trembled as she repeated his words. But the Duke’s blue eyes were commanding, leaving no room for disobedience.

“Now.”

Amelie bit her lip. She was reminded once again of how absolute his power over her was. At least when she first arrived at the Ducal household, she could never have imagined following such an order. But now, things were different. The Duke of Estricen held far too much of her—her residence, her job, and even her heart.

The space beneath the heavy desk was wider than expected. But as soon as she sat within it, tears began to fall uncontrollably. A hand reached down from above and gently wiped her tears away.

“…!”

When she looked up, Kailo’s blue eyes were fixed on her. For a fleeting moment, Amelie thought she saw hesitation in his gaze. But it was just that—a moment.

“Well, let’s get to it.”

“No… surely not.”

It was only then that Amelie realized where she was—between his legs.

As if he had never gently wiped away her tears, Kailo nodded indifferently, as though bored.

“Take it out and put it in your mouth.”

“W-what do you mean…?”

The study was perfectly organized, exuding a solemn and serious atmosphere. The very thought of doing something so improper in such a space was unimaginable.

“What are you waiting for? Do it.”

Reluctantly, Amelie reached out with trembling hands, unbuckling his belt and loosening his pants. As soon as she pulled down his undergarments, his already hardened length sprang free.

Amelie hesitated before tentatively brushing her tongue against the tip. She then crawled closer to move more comfortably. Kailo’s gaze lingered on her chest, pressed against the chair.

“Mm… mph.”

She licked the soft tip with her tongue, its warmth and faint scent making her feel strange.

Though she had attempted this a few times in bed, Kailo had always stopped her midway—usually because he became too aroused and wanted to move on to something else.

She didn’t know why he was acting on such whims now, but Amelie decided to try her best. She brushed her hair back as it fell forward and grasped his length with both hands, gently stroking it up and down.

When she opened her mouth wide to take in the tip fully, a pleased sigh escaped Kailo’s lips.

She tried to take him deeper, but it wasn’t easy. His size was intimidating, almost monstrous, and no matter how hard she tried, she could only manage to take him just below the head.

Feeling the pressure against her throat, Amelie pulled back slightly to catch her breath before attempting to take him in again.

“Yes, just like that.”

Kailo stroked her head in satisfaction.

“Use your tongue and tighten your lips around it. Keep moving your hands…”

Amelie struggled to focus, her mind overwhelmed by the sheer size filling her mouth. She wanted to follow his instructions as best as she could, but all she could really do was stretch her mouth wide and hold him.

Drool began to trickle down her chin as she strained to keep her mouth open. She tried to wipe it away while moving her tongue, causing the enormous length to twitch against the back of her throat.

“Ha…”

She could only imagine how ridiculous she must have looked. Her mouth, stretched to its limit, was filled with his imposing length, and tears welled up from the strain. Her flushed face and the drool dripping from her lips only added to the scene.

Yet Kailo seemed pleased, occasionally reaching down to caress her cheek or stroke her head, all while pressing himself deeper into her throat.

“Mm… ugh.”

Amelie used her saliva to coat his length as she stroked it, desperate to end this ordeal. Her jaw ached from being stretched so wide, and she was growing weary. But his size, which seemed almost indecently large, showed no signs of release. If anything, it only grew harder.

Hoping he might finally finish out of appreciation for her efforts, she glanced up at him. But Kailo’s attention had already shifted back to his documents. The sound of papers rustling and the scratch of his pen echoed faintly beneath the desk.

Feeling a strange sense of determination, Amelie resolved to try harder. Just as she moved her mouth again, a voice interrupted them.

“Your Grace, it’s Danny.”