Chapter 4

Back in her room, Neria sipped the cocoa Marie had made, her eyes slightly swollen, and muttered to herself.

Love was only for fairy tales. No one recognized her uniqueness at first sight. Reality was messier and harsher than any risqué book. And Aaron Denicar was a mean, arrogant, and infuriating man.

‘And I only thought he was handsome from afar. Up close, he wasn’t even that good-looking! ……Ugh!’

A pang of conscience stabbed her. Neria gave up on criticizing Duke Aaron’s looks.

“Hmph!”

She set down her teacup with a determined clink, as if nothing had happened. Her conscience still stung. Puffing her cheeks in annoyance, she thought of Aaron Denicar.

She knew she wouldn’t easily forget his shockingly perfect looks and his arrogant, infuriating way of speaking.

She wanted to mess up that arrogant man’s face.

Especially his mouth.

‘If only I could sit on that mouth…….’

“……Ahem.”

Suddenly embarrassed, Neria glanced carefully around her empty room. Then she pulled out the book that would keep her company tonight.

The cover read <Intermediate Social Etiquette>, but the real title was……

<Watch Out for Secret Deviants>.

Her angry snorts gradually changed into something else.

“Hehe.”

Soon, Neria hugged the book to her chest and fell asleep.

***

Neria opened her eyes.

“…….”

And she witnessed a black-haired man tied down on a massage table.

‘……What is this.’

The man, with only a single towel covering his important parts, lay there with his eyes covered, arranged as if he were a delicious feast.

‘Seriously, what is this.’

His broad, thick chest was covered in savage scars, and his long, well-shaped limbs were packed with survival muscles. The pink tips on his smooth, marble-like torso looked as cute as ripe fruit.

Neria immediately realized this was a dream. Sometimes she did have erotic dreams.

‘But this feels way too vivid and perverted to be just a dream.’

Neria cautiously approached where the man lay obediently. Her hand reached for the blindfold covering his eyes, then hesitated.

She paused because the jawline of this incredibly handsome man looked somehow familiar.

Neria stared at the man, then carefully spoke.

“Excuse me……? Who are you?”

The man’s abs twitched as he took a breath. Through his impressive lips, a low sound, “Uhhh,” slipped out, as if he was conscious but unable to move his body at will, struggling against it.

“Hm…….”

Still uncertain, Neria was shocked when she saw the hand twitching right next to the narrow bed.

“Oh……?!”

The scarred hand was identical to that of the man who had insulted and humiliated her earlier today.

The one who elegantly held a teacup…… Duke Aaron Denicar.

‘Good heavens.’

Why was the so-called Guardian of the North appearing like this in her dream…….

Neria, who had been touching her chin, froze.

‘Wow. Is my subconscious insane?’

Neria was genuinely impressed by her own imagination.

Quickly adapting to this shameless scene, Neria hovered around the n*ked Aaron. She didn’t have the courage to lift the blindfold and confirm the man’s identity. Somehow, she felt she shouldn’t do that.

“A shameful sight of the Duke.”

Suddenly, it occurred to her that this might be an opportunity. Maybe her stressed-out mind had created this situation in her dream to relieve itself.

‘If that’s the case…….’

Her cheeks lifted in a sly grin.

Neria resolved to get revenge on Duke Aaron, even if only in her dream.

Currently, she was wearing nothing but a slip dress, but she had no reason to be embarrassed. This wasn’t reality, and she was the owner of this dream.

So she could do anything she wanted.

“Duuuke……?”

Neria sat beside him and looked down at Aaron. Gathering her courage, she stroked his sculpted abs and murmured to herself.

“Duke, you have made an enemy of me…… Wow, abs.”

As she touched those artistically chiseled abs, Aaron’s lips moved silently. His throat twitched, but no sound came out.

“What did you say? I can’t hear you at all.”

“……Mm, uhh. Kh!”

Now she realized he could only make sounds close to moans, unable to speak. Realizing this, Aaron’s mouth clamped shut.

When Neria’s hand moved up and flicked his n*pple, Aaron flinched.

“Haah!”

He expressed intense rejection through a loud gasp and a furrowed brow. The blindfold only covered his eyes, so his frowning forehead was clearly visible.

‘He hates it, which makes me want to do it more.’

Regardless, Neria focused on rolling his n*pple like a bean, not even looking at his face. As she spun her finger around, the small tip quickly stiffened.

“Did you know, Duke? I read in an old mythology book that the Queen of the Underworld was originally the daughter of a fairy from the surface world. But then she was abducted and married by the King of the Underworld. She could have returned to the surface, but after eating the pomegranate seeds given by the King, she became unable to leave the Underworld.”

“…….”

“I always thought those pomegranate seeds might actually be the King’s n*pples. Now, seeing yours, I’m even more convinced. They’re pink instead of red, but still.”

Neria rambled on with her wild reinterpretation of the myth.

“Apparently, the King’s n*pples tasted really good. Isn’t my theory pretty interesting? What do you think?”

Aaron mouthed something that felt like a curse.

“……Ah, you’re calling me a pervert? Yes, you’re right.”

Neria let out a light laugh.

Neria, with a flushed face, continued to touch his firm chest as much as she liked, then turned her gaze toward his important parts. Unfortunately, it was the same as before. Even though he wasn’t aroused, the thick shape made her imagine things.

She didn’t have the courage to touch the towel covering his thighs just yet. More than anything, his lack of strong reactions made it boring.

‘Should I…… try sucking it?’

Neria became very curious whether men could feel pleasure through their n*pples too. After all, this was her dream. Neria had every right to do as she pleased.

“Your Grace. I want to satisfy a little intellectual curiosity. So don’t be surprised.”

Sensing something ominous, Aaron struggled desperately to twist his body, but it was impossible.

Pretending to be an authority on science, Neria slyly climbed on top of Aaron’s body.

Doing her best to ignore the dangerous, massive presence under her hips, she bent down and took the pink n*pple into her mouth, sucking gently.

“Mm, mmph.”

Aaron squirmed, his limbs flailing. His reactions were surprisingly fresh. Maybe it felt better to bite than to suck, as his body trembled when she nipped lightly.

Seeing this overwhelming man pinned beneath her, Neria felt herself slowly getting wet.

She began to rub her hips against him, her tongue roughly swirling over his n*pple. Her hand played with Aaron’s ear, teasing him as the nape of his neck grew hot.

“Haa, mm.”

After tormenting his n*pple for a while, she let go. Unlike the left, the swollen n*pple was now a deeper pink than before.

It might have hurt a bit. Neria felt a pang of guilt.

“Sorry for hurting you, Your Grace.”

Aaron’s face reddened at her meaningless apology, but he said nothing. As she moved her hips, she felt something hard and bulging beneath her. Checking, she saw it had grown even more than before, though not fully er*ect yet.

Neria spotted a small jar on the bedside table.

‘What was that?’

She climbed off the bed, opened the lid, and scooped out a little. It was a colorless, odorless liquid, similar to what famous massage shops in the capital used.

“Wow, my imagination is really wild, seriously.”

Neria marveled at herself again. Clearing her throat, she spoke politely.

“Sir. I’m a beginner, so I didn’t do a great job with your n*pples.”

Grinning, Neria poured some of the liquid onto her palm. Then, boldly, she rubbed it over Aaron’s chest. The cold sensation made Aaron’s shoulders flinch.

“How does it feel? Good?”

“Ghh…”

His Adam’s apple trembled. He seemed to be moaning. Neria, unintentionally excited, massaged him with firm fingers.

Aaron’s large, soft chest felt like freshly baked bread, yet was incredibly springy. The bite marks on his chest began to redden around his collarbone.

Glancing aside, Neria swallowed hard. She slid her hand toward the bulge, and Aaron mumbled as if trying to stop her.

“Mm, mm…”

“What? I can’t hear you, Your Grace!”

When she moved the towel aside, his member sprang up as if it had been waiting.

It had grown so much it leaned heavily toward his left thigh, and the size was astonishing. The tip was already slick with liquid, and his taut t*sticles hung beneath the shaft.

Neria’s eyes widened.

“Wow. So this is what it looks like…”

She’d only seen illustrations in risqué books, never witnessed one so vividly.

Suddenly, she remembered her married friend’s thoughts:

I thought my husband’s looked a little ugly at first! But since it makes me happy, it kind of seems cute now.

It didn’t look as ugly as she’d expected.

‘Maybe because it’s a dream? Would it look different in real life?’

They said it could make a woman feel good, and the shape was quite pretty.

By the way, wasn’t the color of a man’s p*nis supposed to match his lips? She compared them, but wasn’t sure. The pink was different from his n*pples, more of a healthy, beautiful shade.

Curious, Neria brought her massage-oil-slicked hand to his member.

“……!”

It was thick and hot. The texture was both soft and firm—strange and unfamiliar. Thicker than a baby’s arm; she wondered how it could even fit inside a woman.

‘Is this how you do it?’

Neria squeezed and played with it, like kneading clay. She’d heard you shouldn’t be too rough with sensitive areas.