Chapter 1 – 【 The Princess’s Preference 】 (Part 8)

Three days ago, that night, Cedric couldn’t just walk away from Yuria’s lower body, which was left wide open and messy. It was unlike him. Perhaps it was because of the cunning flesh that tightened around his c*ck despite her crying that it was too big or because of the bloodstains visible outside his view.

The blood, symbolizing the Princess’s chastity, didn’t fit between her legs, which were so lewdly soaked with c*m and her own fl*ids. Both Charlotte and Yuria had claimed Yuria hadn’t slept with anyone despite her affairs, but he had always scoffed at that. It was no different from saying you drank alcohol but didn’t get drunk.

However, faced with evidence that Yuria had her first experience, Cedric’s mind was filled with various thoughts. This man, that man—just the ones he knew exceeded ten fingers. 

What were those bastards doing? Did Lady Mowbray only pick fools to put around her? Was Yuria really sincere in her jealousy-inducing tactics? 

Her sincerity was so deep it left him speechless.

He wondered if her crying at their wedding night was her ploy to make him act rough. As he turned away from the Princess, her sobs sounded more like frustration. IPerhaps she was furious that her ploy didn’t work.

So, had she been planning for three long years to seduce me?

The fact that Yuria was still a virgin meant she had been looking only at him for three years. It also proved she was a persistent pervert who could endure for that long.

A wife with abnormal s*xual desires but unwavering chastity. He wondered if he should like this or not. Cedric didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Not even on the day he found out he was the Duke’s son after living as a servant in the Duke’s household did he feel this way.

“So, are you going to meet Lady Mowbray? Now that you’re a conscientious married woman, are you going to openly sleep with other men, huh?”

The day after that night, Cedric received a report that Yuria was complaining of back pain. Considering her first experience was quite intense, it was understandable. He intended to let her rest for about a week. Yet, she couldn’t wait and was up to something again.

He didn’t ask for the letter, nor did he pretend to take it, but Yuria hurriedly burned it. It was a situation anyone would find suspicious. Of course, that was her intention. If he pushed her down and thrust into her now, she would tighten around him like crazy.

“Already looking for another man, huh? My c*ck must not have been satisfying.”

“Th-That’s not it…”

“Then did you like it? Was it to your taste?”

He deliberately chose vulgar words, expecting her to get angry, but Yuria merely blushed and couldn’t even say no, only shaking her head slightly.

Her innocent act was infuriating, yet he could feel himself getting hard. He wondered if he was catching her vulgar tastes.

“It seems it wasn’t to your taste. I thought you liked it since you swallowed it well whenever I thrust into you.”

Yuria fidgeted with her glass. Her earlobes burned at the lewd words she couldn’t get used to hearing again. Though her throat was dry, she didn’t feel like drinking. She couldn’t predict how he would interpret her sipping strong liquor.

Because what if it seemed like she didn’t like his c**k? It wasn’t that she didn’t like it; it was just a bit, no, a lot big and intimidating.

“Must’ve been tough enduring my tasteless c**k, Princess.”

Cedric seemed ready to leave in a huff. He stormed in, thinking she was cheating again, and intended to have s*x like last time, but he seemed upset.

But in broad daylight, and sober, it was impossible to say she enjoyed his c**k. She should’ve drunk the moment she got the glass. The opportunity that walked in on its own was slipping away. She even burned the aphr*disiac.

“Even a Princess can’t always have things to her taste.”

But instead of leaving, Cedric moved behind Yuria. His unexpectedly gentle touch brushed her hair over her shoulder.

“Who knows? You might start to like it if you keep having it.”

His voice whispered in her ear, making her shoulders tense yet relieved. He wasn’t going to leave. Determined to succeed today, she felt the ribbon at her back snap.

“Ah…”

The front of her dress loosened. As Cedric pulled at the fabric, the thin indoor dress slipped down, catching on the hand holding her glass. But her shoulders and chest were already exposed.

The bright daylight illuminated Yuria’s white chest. Cedric’s gaze fell on it. She quickly crossed her arms to cover herself, but her flesh spilled between her thin arms. Knowing he was watching made her embarrassed, yet her n*pples grew heavy.

“Why cover up? You showed it to other men just fine.”

“No, really, there were no other men, ha…”

His hand slipped under Yuria’s arm, grabbing her br*ast.

“Should I believe a woman whose n*pples get hard without even being touched?”

Cedric twisted her n*pple between his fingers, squeezing her br*ast. Despite the rough touch, all her senses focused on the contact.

“No, ah, really, there’s only you…”

Yuria shook her head, claiming her innocence.

“Lord Edward would feel hurt hearing that.”

The unexpected name made her almost drop her glass, but Cedric took it from her just in time. Holding her br*east with one hand, he sipped his drink. He looked like a rogue, and she felt ridiculous being suspected of infidelity by such a man.

“There’s nothing between Edward and me, ah…”

Yuria felt wronged. She hadn’t known Edward for long. They had only met a couple of times, and they had never been alone together.

“No relation, but he writes you letters about stargazing? What were you planning to do by the lake at night?”

“I’ve never received such a letter…”

“Of course not. I tore it up right after checking.”

Why would he tear up someone else’s letter?

Yuria looked up at Cedric in disbelief, only to see his eyes filled with incredulity.

“Would I leave a letter like that? What if you got pregnant and tried to pass off the child as mine?”

“I’m not that shameless…”

“After wandering outside for 3 years and trying to sneak off with another man that night, who’s shameless if not you?”

As if to punish her, he squeezed the fingers around her nipple. The sharp sensation made Yuria squirm in his arms.

“Or is it me, who secretly opened your letters?”

Yuria shook her head. It wasn’t so much a denial of his words as it was a reaction to her br*east being ruthlessly squeezed, but Cedric interpreted it as he pleased.

“Right, even you think you’re more to blame than I am.”

“Please stop touching…”

Though he was touching her br*east, the tingling sensation gathered in her lower abdomen. Unconsciously, Yuria rubbed her thighs together and clung to Cedric’s arm, almost begging.

“Maybe I need to get you pregnant to stop you from fooling around.”

At his low mumble, Yuria almost nodded vigorously, forgetting herself.

“Then again, if you’re pregnant and still cozying up to another man, how could I stand that?”

“I won’t do that. I promise.”

Her answer came out so quickly that the embarrassment followed a beat later.

“How can I trust that promise?”

Fortunately, Cedric seemed more interested in undressing Yuria than in her answer. n an instant, her dress was completely pulled down. Before she could react, the dress fell to the floor, and the now-empty glass was placed beside it.

“I’ll stake my brother’s honor.”

“Which brother? The one who sold you off?”

So he knows she was sold. And he doesn’t trust her even though he’s the one who bought her. With too many things to say, Yuria was at a loss for words as he effortlessly lifted her. In an instant, she was on the bed.

At least it seems they’ll do it on the bed this time, she thought with relief, but only briefly. Cedric untied his robe, and through the opening, his dark red monstrosity stood erect, veins bulging, almost touching his lower abdomen, drawing all her attention.

Big and thick. It’s hard to believe her lower body is still intact after accommodating that. 

Could I handle it again? Would I tear this time?

As she swallowed nervously, it felt like she was savoring it, making her neck flush with heat.

“You frowned, saying it was tasteless, but now you’re practically eating it with your eyes.”

“Please, don’t say things like that.”

Yuria squeezed her eyes shut and turned halfway away from him. His rugged m*mber flashed in her mind even with her eyes closed. Her gr*in throbbed even though he hadn’t entered her yet.

“Alright. I won’t say anything. Look all you want. Touch it, suck it.”

“That’s not what I meant…”

She didn’t realize Cedric had a knack for twisting words. Listening to him, she sounded like someone desperate to see his c**k.

“Pretending to be virtuous now after seeing everything.”