Chapter 1.5

“Do you like him that much?”  

“……”  

“……”  

“He’s going to be my husband.”  

Duke Antoine was the perfect groom for Violet. Though not as striking as Robert, he was handsome and eloquent. Being his fiancée always drew envy from others.  

Violet hoped their engagement would lead to a successful marriage and that she would become a beloved wife. Even if it was an arranged marriage between noble families, she wanted love. She didn’t want a future where wealth was increased for strategic purposes and children were born out of obligation.  

Since appearance played a significant role in romantic relationships, she simply wanted to align with his preferences.  

“I admit it was impulsive.”  

“You’ve done nothing wrong, My Lady. Drinking the potion isn’t the problem. All we need to do is find a cure.”  

“……”  

“You are precious and beautiful just as you are. There’s no one who can compare to you. If anyone judges your worth based on the size of your chest, kick them in the rear. Or stab them in the groin with a fork. Such a person doesn’t deserve to stand by your side.”  

“……”  

“No, My Lady, just say the word. I’ll take care of such matters for you.” 

“Groin”? That deliberate choice of words carried an unmistakable intent. While Robert’s demeanor was always proper, he wouldn’t tolerate anyone who hurt Violet. He only ever grew agitated when it came to matters concerning her.  

“And trust me when I say this: your chest is beautiful, regardless of its size.”  

Robert’s expression softened as he folded his eyes into a smile. His luscious lips curled upward in a playful smirk.  

“Even the tips look delicious.”  

“Robert!”  

Violet’s cheeks flushed as she shouted, her face burning hot. Robert laughed even louder, tilting his head teasingly.  

“You understand, right?”  

“Yes, I get it, so stop…”  

“Then I’ll be off. Please rest.”  

After Robert left, Violet spent her afternoon reading poetry and doing embroidery.  

Neither activity suited her taste. She preferred chatting with the daughters of noble families over tea—discussing popular dress shops, imported teacups, newly debuted opera singers, or recent vacation destinations.  

Being alone in her room, she found herself with nothing to do. She wished Robert could stay by her side and keep her company. Perhaps she should have kept the parrot she had been gifted. If she had, at least it could have mimicked her words.  

Thinking such thoughts, Violet opened the window.  

From the garden, she could hear the servants planting seedlings. They spoke of how the fertilizer was better than before, the spacing between the plants, and how it would take two weeks for the flowers to bloom fully. None of it interested her, so she shut the window with a bored expression.  

She then pulled out a wooden puzzle from under her bed, tried fitting the pieces together a few times, and tossed it aside. She played with some fabric left behind by the tailor only to discard it. She even stretched her body out of boredom.  

She was so desperate for conversation that she felt restless. She thought she might die of boredom.  

By now, the sky was painted with the colors of sunset, but Robert hadn’t returned.  

Oh, Robert. Robert.  

When are you coming back?  

***

The afternoon sunlight poured lazily through the windows. At the appointed time, Robert entered Violet’s room to give her a chest massage. In his hands were a large towel and a brown bottle that appeared to contain oil.  

It had been four hours since he had relieved her br*ast milk in the morning, served her meals, and assisted her with her bath. Violet, her face slightly flushed, watched as Robert placed the items on the bedside table.  

“Are your clothes comfortable?”  

Robert turned his gaze to her as he asked. Violet was wearing a maternity negligee that Robert had recently purchased for her. Regular dresses were tight around the underbust and waist, making them uncomfortable, but the outfit she was currently wearing was remarkably comfortable.  

Moreover, Robert had thoughtfully procured maternity pads with excellent absorbency and had carefully explained how to use and replace them, reducing the inconvenience of her clothes becoming damp.  

“I’ve bought a new rose oil. It’s said to be made exclusively from the finest roses of the Plang region. I think it will suit your fair chest beautifully. Would you like to smell it?”  

Robert opened the small cap of the bottle and brought it close to Violet’s nose. A rich rose fragrance wafted from the bottle. The scent was neither overwhelming nor weak, a testament to its claim of being made from premium ingredients.  

“It’s nice.”  

“I’m glad you like it.”  

When she nodded in satisfaction at the clear floral scent, Robert smiled brightly. Anticipation for what was about to unfold made Violet’s chest flutter. She debated whether to undress first or wait for him to undress her.  

“Today, lie on your stomach.”  

“Why?”  

“Your shoulders must hurt from your chest suddenly growing larger. I’ll massage your back as well.”  

Hearing this, Violet obediently lay face down. It felt less embarrassing than lying on her back and exposing her chest as usual. Although she regretted not being able to see his handsome face, it was true that her shoulders ached from the sudden weight of her chest.  

Soon, the sound of rustling blankets and the creaking of the bed reached her ears. Robert had climbed onto her thighs, and she felt a light weight pressing against her. The contact made her heart race, and she had to catch her breath.  

Even though he hadn’t touched her yet, her stomach was already churning with heat.  

Robert untied the ribbons at her waist one by one, pulling her dress down to her hips. Her pale back was fully exposed.  

His gaze, filled with restrained passion, slowly traced the lines of her slender neck, rounded shoulders, elegant arms, and smooth back. His eyes lingered at the base of her spine, just above her hips, where the curves of her body were concealed by the dress.  

Although Violet considered her small chest a complex, her true allure lay in her hips. Not only did she have a naturally curvy pelvis, but her firm, well-defined muscles made her hips incredibly enticing.  

Her narrow waist made her hips appear even more prominent. It was a shame to hide such a stunning feature beneath a dress. With her face buried in a pillow, their gazes never met. This meant that Robert’s raw desire, reflected in his eyes, went unnoticed by her.  

This allowed him to unabashedly feast his eyes on her body. If he pulled the dress down just a little further, her hip line would be fully revealed.  

Suppressing the urge to grab her hips and rut like an animal, he poured some rose oil onto his palms and spread it over her back. Her skin felt as soft as porcelain beneath his hands.  

Using his large hands, he kneaded the areas around her shoulder blades and shoulders with appropriate pressure. Her lack of body fat and muscle meant he could feel the bones beneath her skin. He massaged her thoroughly, drawing large circles outward and applying steady pressure.  

Violet let out a contented sigh, indicating her relief.  

Would I make the same sounds if he licked my entire body with his tongue?