Chapter 21 – Truth

Neria opened her eyes in her dream, startled.

“Wh-what is this!”

She was tied up on a bed with soft ribbon straps. She was wearing a sheer, one-piece slip, and the lace eye mask she always wore in her dreams was nowhere to be seen.

Neria whimpered, tugging at her hands. The soft but firmly tied wrists only hurt; they didn’t budge at all.

Helplessly bound, she looked around the room. A few gas lamps were lit, casting the space in a dusky gloom—clearly a place for sleep. The decorations were luxurious and tasteful, but nothing seemed personal.

Dark green wallpaper easy on the eyes, a bed so wide she could roll three times, thick curtains drawn meticulously to block out any disturbance to sleep… Everything was top quality.

‘Whose bedroom is this? Why am I tied up?!’

The door opened, and Neria flinched. To her surprise, it was Duke Aaron who entered.

He wore pajamas suitable for relaxing at home, and only then did Neria realize this was his bedroom.

“What is this…”

He stopped, looking shocked and tense, then suspiciously approached the bed. His blue eyes widened as he looked down at Neria. Seeing her nearly n*ked attire, Aaron’s bright blue eyes trembled uncontrollably.

‘I’m not even wearing underwear!’

Neria’s lips quivered as she quickly drew her knees up. Her subconscious hadn’t created this, so she sensed something was wrong. 

‘Was this dream also connected to him?’

She couldn’t be sure.

“Ah—ha.”

Aaron smiled smoothly and said,

“So it’s my turn now?”

“Wh-what turn?”

“…What do you think.”

The blue gaze he fixed on Neria was intense and heated—just like when their bodies tangled together in the dream. Neria shook her bound hands to request a chance to speak.

“Um… This may be a sudden question, but who do you see me as right now? There’s no eye mask…”

“That’s what you’re curious about?”

Aaron replied as if she was being ridiculous. Neria quickly nodded, but he didn’t answer.

‘Still doesn’t recognize me?’

As Neria tilted her head, she saw him climb onto the bed and gasped. Somehow, he seemed threatening. With the roles reversed, it was…

‘Honestly, it’s exciting but kind of scary!’

When Neria scooted her hips back, Aaron growled under his breath.

“You’ve had your way with me so many times. Haven’t you?”

Neria felt a slight sense of relief. Apparently, he still saw her as the witch. That meant her true identity hadn’t been revealed yet.

Aaron squeezed Neria’s soft thigh. She shook the enchanted ribbon bindings, which were soft but impossible to escape.

Her arms were fixed to the headboard, exposing her underarms. When Neria blushed, Aaron smirked and muttered,

“We’ve seen everything already, and now you’re shy?”

“Right… Uh!”

Aaron slid between her legs, naturally spreading Neria’s thighs. Then he bent down and nipped her chin.

“Ouch!”

“Ah, sorry.”

After his sudden bite annoyed Neria, he kissed her lips. He wanted to taste those mischievous lips that teased him so often.

“Mm, mm.”

Aaron ran his tongue along her teeth and tickled her palate. Sucking her tongue, he lightly brushed her plump lower lip.

When he lifted the nearly transparent slip, her surprisingly full chest was exposed. The feeling was soft and creamy, as if he could smear whipped cream on it.

He squeezed her flesh, making Neria let out a soft moan. While he savored her lips, Aaron quickly took her n*pple into his mouth.

“Ah!”

Aaron was already completely aroused. Suckling Neria’s br*ast, he groaned like a hungry beast.

“Mm, uh…”

When he rubbed her peak with his fingers, it immediately hardened. Aaron teased it with his lips and tongue, then slid his hand downward.

He was lost in the gentle curves and softness of her body.

Neria’s hips twitched from the growing wetness below. The fullness between her thighs grew stronger.

“Haa…”

Passing the pale hair, his fingers reached her sensitive bud. Rubbing it, Neria let out nasal moans.

“Mmm, mm.”

Aaron saw the slick wetness from his touch. The flushed, layered folds would soon welcome him.

Suddenly, Aaron impulsively lowered himself and covered her cl*t with his lips. He sucked, licked, and rubbed it with his tongue. Under his tongue, her arousal swelled even more.

“Ah! Ah…!”

The intense sensation made Neria arch her back and moan. Looking down, she saw the Duke completely absorbed in pleasuring her.

His beautiful nose was buried in her hair, and his flushed ears were bright red. He made greedy sounds as he sucked hungrily.

“Hnn, uh, mm, ah!”

Her vision blurred. Juices gushed from her core. The tart scent only heightened Aaron’s excitement. Her throbbing entrance begged to be filled.

“Ugh, huh.”

Aaron pulled away and quickly yanked down his pajama pants. His neglected member was already slightly wet at the tip.

Meanwhile, Neria, who had just cl*maxed lightly, gasped and stared at Aaron with dazed eyes.

His gaze was wild. Aaron kneaded her br*asts and guided himself with his other hand. The tip brushed her wetness, then pressed against her narrow entrance.

“Neria…”

Even that brought a surge of pleasure. Aaron groaned her name. Neria, not paying attention, tried to scoot her hips away in surprise.

“What did you just—”

Like a child losing a precious gift, Aaron’s brow furrowed slightly. He slipped his arm under Neria’s knees, holding her firmly.

Her legs folded, her thighs pressed against her belly. It was a bit embarrassing, exposing everything so openly.

“W-wait a minute, Duke, just now…”

Neria couldn’t finish her sentence. Aaron thrust his hips forcefully. His hard shaft drove deep inside her, like a stake into soft earth.

“Ugh!”

“Ah…!”

His sculpted abs tensed. Sensitive points pressed against her inner walls as he pushed in.

“Ugh, ah…”

He frowned beautifully. He’d only put in the tip so far.

Aaron grabbed Neria’s waist and pulled her close. In an instant, he was buried to the hilt. The thick shaft felt like it pierced her body from below.

“Ugh!”

Her jaw clenched tight. The urge to climax was already building. Aaron gritted his teeth and held back, moving roughly.

“I thought you were innocent, but you’re so sly.”

“Mm, mm…!”

Squish, squelch, squish. Wet sounds filled the air.

Her thighs trembled in faint spasms. Neria clung her shaking legs to his waist, waiting for the climax to come.

“Ahh…”

Aaron buried himself completely in her wetness and quickly came. He gripped her hips tightly, keeping her close.

They melted together in almost simultaneous pleasure.

“Considering all you’ve done to me… I’m being gentlemanly, aren’t I, Lady Neria Warwick?”

It was like being doused with cold water.

“Even when you wake up, you won’t be able to forget me. See you tomorrow, Lady Neria. I’ll make sure you have a responsibility you can’t avoid.”

***

“Haah!”

Neria shot up in bed. She was drenched in cold sweat, and her underwear was slightly wet.

Regardless, Neria was confused because Aaron in her dream had called her name so precisely.

“This can’t be, can’t be!”

Clutching her head, Neria gasped, recalling Aaron’s last words. He said they’d meet again. Tomorrow morning.

A chill ran through her. The déjà vu she’d felt, Aaron’s suspicious actions and words—

‘Come to think of it, before…!’

Hadn’t he asked about her personal grudge, or something? She’d replied that she was doing this out of personal revenge against Aaron in the dream!

“Oh my god, oh my god! Was it since then?!”

Neria’s face went pale. Her suspicion slowly turned into certainty. The seductive dreams she’d had from the start were actually connected to Aaron Denicar. Aaron had been suspecting her all along, and with this dream, he’d finally concluded.

‘How could something like this happen!’

Magic disappeared 300 years ago, and the strange witches who cast odd spells vanished 200 years ago. But their blood didn’t disappear completely, and because of that, odd phenomena still happened from time to time, so even now, it wasn’t entirely impossible for something illogical to occur.

So, the conclusion was.

‘I’m screwed!’

Aaron’s thoroughly aroused face, shaking his hips while joined with her, replayed in her mind. Her pale face gradually flushed.

Contrary to Neria’s worries, the Warwick mansion was quiet until noon.

It was a leisurely holiday, so most of the staff were on leave, leaving only a minimum number behind.

She ate a simple lunch and drank tea while resting (though her mind was anything but calm), when suddenly, the clatter of a carriage echoed through the window. Judging by the ruckus, it was a luxury carriage drawn by at least four horses.

Neria, caught off guard, glanced out the window and nearly had her eyes pop out.

“Oh my!”

Duke Denicar’s carriage was parked in front of the Warwick mansion. Aaron Denicar had just gotten out and was adjusting his cravat and checking his attire. The aide sitting on the driver’s seat looked up at the mansion with a sullen expression. It seemed the aide had voiced a negative opinion about this visit. Aaron replied with a smile that somehow felt intimidating, and the aide quickly shut his mouth.

‘He… he really came!’