Chapter 2 – 【 Misunderstanding 】 (Part 1)

‘Keep your p*ssy tight so my c*m doesn’t leak out. I’ll check when I get back.’

Even though he wouldn’t be back for over ten days, what kind of nonsense was that? She thought it was absurd even as she heard it half-asleep. And what did she do then? Did she even tell him to have a safe trip?

If she had seen him off normally, she would have remembered, but Cedric had finished his preparations for the trip and laid Yuria on the bed. It was early morning, and before the aftereffects of the previous night’s intercourse had even worn off, she was taken again.

It had happened countless times over the past two months. As if his c**k would sprout thorns if they didn’t have s*x for a day, Cedric sought Yuria every day. Given how busy he was day and night, their lovemaking had no set schedule.

When he couldn’t make time, Cedric would come during lunch to embrace Yuria. However, she had never been sucked awake in the morning and forced to swallow a thick shaft. Fortunately or not, she had been thoroughly loosened the previous day, making it easier to take him in.

“I wanted to see you off…”

Yuria sat gloomily by the window, looking at the mansion’s front gate. Usually, he would leave in a carriage, checking reports, but today he must have left on horseback, wearing his uniform instead of a suit.

Today, he went out to eradicate pirates. There had been rumors of pirate ships appearing for months, and a few days ago, he urgently decided to take action. Since their marriage, he had gone on reconnaissance missions but had never gone into battle.

Sending her husband into battle was such an anxiety-inducing experience. Although they said there was no match for Cedric on the sea, Yuria was worried. It was a different kind of anxiety from the days when she was anxious about getting divorced. Perhaps  because she had developed some attachment to him over the past few days?

Being intimate with him was exhausting. Death by excessive sexual activity wasn’t just a saying. Yuria tried not to skip meals to avoid becoming the first princess in history to die from such a cause. Their encounters were physically and mentally draining, making it impossible to endure otherwise.

Cedric would always bring up her past, humiliate her, and make her say lewd words. Sometimes he acted as if he was serving her solely to make her happy, and other times he drove her as if punishing her. Either way, the outcome was always the same: Yuria would fall asleep exhausted.

So, did she dislike it? No, that wasn’t the case. Even though it was overwhelming, she never endured it forcibly. If anything, she felt too much, which was the problem. Every time she got so wet it was like she had peed herself, Cedric would tease her for having such a sensitive and lewd p*ssy.

She wasn’t a pervert, yet she would gush fluids while being penetrated and spanked. But Cedric wasn’t normal either. When Yuria, unable to resist his coercion, finally said that her husband’s c**k was good or that it felt good when he thrust deeply, his c**k would twitch inside her as if it were pulsating.

The rougher thrusts that followed were a bonus. Yuria didn’t dislike those moments. She didn’t mind him ravishing her like a madman. Even if it wasn’t love but mere lust, it was fine. No one had ever wanted her this much.

The more it happened, the more she longed for a child. She didn’t want a divorce. But there was still no news of a child, and her resentment toward Cedric had softened. She could still vividly remember his frowning face from their first meeting, but she could understand it. If she were a man, she would have wanted to marry a beauty like Cristal too.

Even though he had neglected her for three years, leaving her alone, she hadn’t been faithful during that time. Even if it didn’t turn into a serious relationship, it was mostly her fault. Come to think of it, she had never once played the role of a countess since their marriage.

She had never checked the mansion’s budget because she was always out and about, yet no one demanded that Yuria work. That was probably Cedric’s will.

“No wonder.”

When she said she would embroider a handkerchief for Cedric’s departure, the head maid and the butler couldn’t hide their surprise. They must have been astonished that someone who had been living like a guest was now acting like a wife, and of her own accord, not by someone else’s suggestion.

“I worked so hard on it…”

She wanted to give it to him once it was finished, so she embroidered it in the spare moments when Cedric wasn’t around. Since his return times were unpredictable, Yuria would always embroider in a state of tension.

It felt awkward to hold the embroidery frame after so long, and she pricked her finger with the needle several times, but Yuria didn’t give up. Over the past three years, she had been unfaithful countless times, but just as Cedric hadn’t given up on her, she wouldn’t give up either.

She should have felt disgusted thinking about how he kept track of her movements and read her letters, but she didn’t. Instead, her fingers flew over the embroidery, feeling light and strange. Perhaps it was the relief of having narrowly escaped becoming the first princess in history to be sold off to a bastard and then divorced.

Despite the strange feelings pricking at her, Yuria diligently embroidered laurel leaves. There seemed to be no better symbol for a man who always returned victorious.

She had barely managed to finish it in time for Cedric’s departure, avoiding his eyes, but he had pestered her so much through the night and into the morning that she completely forgot about it. 

Should I give it to him when he returns? 

Yuria opened the drawer where she had kept the handkerchief.

“Huh?”

It was gone. The handkerchief she had definitely put in the drawer had disappeared. Yuria urgently pulled the bell cord.

“What is it, ma’am?”

“The handkerchief, the handkerchief is gone.”

“The Count took it with him.”

As Yuria frantically rummaged through the drawer, she whipped her head around.

“How did Cedric know about it?”

“I’m not sure about that either…”

Right, that made sense. 

Yuria recalled the moments before Cedric left and understood.

“How did you know Cedric took it?”

“He was holding it when he left.”

According to the maid, the butler who was seeing him off recognized the handkerchief and asked if the Princess had given it to him, to which Cedric replied yes. Strange, she didn’t remember giving it to him. Anyway, it was a relief that the handkerchief she had worked so hard on had reached Cedric. Now she was curious about something else.

“How did he seem?”

How did Cedric react? Did he like it?

“Pardon?”

“Did it look like he liked it?”

The maid, trying to comfort Yuria, said she couldn’t tell because Cedric was not one to show his emotions. But Yuria’s face darkened. He must have been disappointed, thinking it was poorly made.