However, she had her own excuse. The Duke in bed was easier to deal with than the usual Duke.

In bed, instead of saying harsh words, the Duke focused on devouring her lips and biting and sucking her skin. Instead of saying mean and bad words, sometimes he would place his nose between her collarbones as if drunk and breathe heavily. Whenever she felt the heat rising from the Duke’s body, so focused on her, Nelie’s heart trembled frighteningly.

Every time his body pressed against hers and entered her, her reason would collapse and rebuild repeatedly. Seeing his neck turn red and his ears heat up was also one of the things that took Nelie’s soul away. The sight of such a beautiful and noble-looking man losing his composure and clinging to her crushed Nelie’s heart wildly. Enough to make her forget the shameful posture or embarrassing attire she was in.

‘I shouldn’t keep losing myself like this.’

Even though she thought that, she couldn’t help becoming dazed when things actually happened. The Duke continued speaking, pointing this out.

“Don’t you think so too, Miss Heich?”

“……”

“It would be strange if it didn’t happen.”

It felt strange that his words seemed to suggest he wanted it to happen. Truly, even though that couldn’t be the case.

‘What are you expecting, Annelie.’

At the moment Nelie bit her lip nervously, reproaching herself, the Duke reached out to her and moved closer.

Soon after, their lips met as if they were meant to do so.

“Mmph……”

Although both were awkward when they first kissed, day by day, the sensation of their intertwining tongues was becoming more intense. The force with which they entwined their tongues grew stronger, and the flowing saliva became sweeter. The kiss only ended when they were both out of breath.

Nelie bit her lower lip. Sometimes, she wanted to ask if this was also part of the accusation issue. Was he still reconsidering the defamation?

But she couldn’t ask.

The moment she brought up that matter, all the ticklish feelings she felt while shyly rubbing lips and tongues would shatter. The warm and fluffy feelings similar to when the Duke first brushed back her hair and told her not to cry. She didn’t want that.

The Duke also didn’t bring up such topics unless Nelie asked. After the atmosphere ripened in silence, before realizing what was happening, their bodies were already intertwined. It was the same now.

Looking around, the Duke gently pushed aside the nearby easel—the one holding a half-finished landscape canvas Nelie had been working on, practicing on her own after receiving lessons from Professor Mayhew.

“Your Grace?”

“We can’t knock it over again.”

“Like before.”

‘Ah.’

Like before. Those words recalled the memory of the last time their bodies intertwined. Nelie’s face burned even more intensely.

“Y-Your Grace. Th-this.”

The last time things heated up was in the studio during broad daylight.

The Duke came to visit Nelie, who was reviewing Professor Mayhew’s guidance. They looked at the park spread out below together to compare how well the landscape was painted, when their hands accidentally brushed, their lips entwined.

Then, naturally, their bodies pressed together.

Crash! The easel holding the landscape painting that had just been base-coated toppled over, caught in the couple’s movements. But they had no capacity to care about that.

Their bodies collided here and there as they mixed together, heading toward the window frame.

“Ah, Y-Your Grace!”

While Nelie grabbed the curtain hanging on the floor-to-ceiling window and moaned, the Duke crawled under her skirt and licked her p*ssy. His thick tongue entered, parting the long vertical slit and wreaking havoc. Though this wasn’t the first time, the movements of his tongue were messy and blind, like a boy experiencing a female body for the first time.

‘Strange.’

Whenever he showed such behavior—like he’s someone who’s accustomed to female bodies—Nelie’s heart beat fiercely. Every time the Duke raised his tongue to press against her cl*toris and touch the inner mucous membrane, Nelie, sitting on the windowsill with her back against the window, spread her legs and clutched the curtain as if she would tear it off. Sobs flowed out involuntarily, but both the Duke and Nelie knew that pleasure was mixed in with those cries.

So the Duke didn’t stop and pushed his lewdly moving tongue deeper inside. The Duke licked the split crevice and plump mound with a rustling sound, then strongly sucked and bit her exposed cl*t. Slurp, slurp. It was as forceful as a baby sucking its mother’s br*ast.

Nelie let out a small scream and rubbed her head against the glass window. She could hardly believe that she was in such a posture, receiving the Duke’s mouth down there in broad daylight with sunlight streaming in brightly.

“Ah, aaahhhh!”

It was the moment she shook her head, unable to withstand the rapidly rising s*xual sensation and letting out a moan.

Nelie’s gaze turned toward the window. Immediately, her blue eyes suddenly widened.

‘…Jerome?’

Jerome was heading to the park with his academy friends, carrying lots of painting supplies. It seemed they were preparing for the landscape painting competition.

He had actually suggested to Nelie the day before that they go to the park together, but she had declined because of Professor Mayhew’s lessons. Jerome had been very disappointed but kindly offered that if she had any difficulty with drawing something, she should tell him.

The kind smile on his face remained the same today. Jerome was having a lively conversation with his friends, and Nelie trembled at her waist, feeling as if his gaze might turn toward this upper floor at any moment.

‘No.’

She had kept it secret from Jerome and the newspaper people where she was staying. She had vaguely told them she was staying at a welfare facility.

So Jerome had no reason to look at this building. Nevertheless, goosebumps rose with tension. What if, by any chance, he discovered her current state.

‘This appearance.’

She didn’t want to expose herself like this to people she knew, not just Jerome. Probably anyone with common sense would feel the same. Shame pricked at Nelie’s fingertips. She hastily pushed away the Duke’s head. The Duke raised his head with a deeply furrowed brow.

“What is this.”

“S-stop, please.”

“What’s the matter, Miss Heich?”

“Let’s stop now……”

“Ha.”

The Duke was about to withdraw his body with a sigh when he also turned his eyes to the scene unfolding below and froze.

Eventually, the Duke’s eyes slowly returned to Nelie. Unlike the gentle eyes he had shown recently, his gaze had returned to being unfriendly, like before. The Duke, who had been biting his lip, continued speaking as if he’s holding something back.

“Are you in a position to push me away? Miss Heich.”

“But……”

“I don’t recall having made a decision about the accusation yet.”

It was when a topic that had not been brought up between them for a long time was mentioned that the heated air became distorted. While Nelie hesitated, unable to answer, a dripping sound hit the floor.

Nelie’s face turned explosively red when she realized it was the liquid flowing from between her legs making noise on the studio floor. The Duke looked at the space between her legs with languid eyes. It was the flesh he had been passionately biting and sucking just moments ago.

“You say you hate it? But this part is completely wet.”

“N-no, no……”

Nelie had also learned things after numerous s*xual encounters. A body becoming wet is just a reflexive response when stimulated. A reaction that would occur even if the Duke were to take her forcibly against her will. Thinking this, Nelie tried to push the Duke away.

Yet, the moment she saw the Duke’s eyes looking at her, she couldn’t express active rejection. The space between her legs kept getting hotter.

His beauty when he narrowed his eyes and smiled was chilling. That expression also looked strangely playful. It was the face of someone who had caught a liar. The mole below his collarbone, which always looked erotic, was writhing between his collar and disheveled hair, which was unlike his usual self from moving his head under her skirt.

“This part likes it.”

“Ah!”

In an instant, the Duke pushed his fingers inside her and scissored them. It felt like he intended to wet and spread the inside sufficiently. While she was flustered and stammering from that sensation, her body was spun around. Into a position where her back faced the Duke and her body was exposed to the outside.

Nelie’s chest was pressed firmly against the glass window. While she was shrinking from the coldness, the Duke reached out and pulled down the front of the clothes she was wearing.

“W-wait…!”

Before she could say anything, her bare chest was completely exposed. The protrusions that had been standing er*ect from stimulation were pressed and rubbed against the cool glass window. Nelie’s mind went blank for a moment. If someone down there just looked up, they would be able to see her rubbing her pale br*asts against the glass window.

“Your Grace, Your Grace!”

Startled, Nelie tried hard to cover her body while tightly gripping the curtain in her hand. The Duke didn’t stop her from struggling like that. Eventually, the Duke slowly held her waist and pushed his thick c*ck against the entrance of her p*ssy.

“Hah!”