Chapter 2 – 【 Misunderstanding 】 (Part 6)

Yuria couldn’t even look Cedric in the eyes and started making excuses. She didn’t want to be misunderstood again. She didn’t want to go back to the days when they were in the same space but acted like strangers. Her mind was filled with the need to clear up the misunderstanding.

“Princess.”

“Really, it’s true. Edward just misunderstood and dragged me here.”

Yuria quickly grabbed Cedric’s sleeve, fearing he might leave without listening to her.

“We just talked, nothing happened.”

She had never been intimate with another man, but Cedric didn’t seem to believe in her innocence. He just seemed to want to bury the past and move on. But now, caught with Edward, who had sent a suspicious letter asking her to go stargazing, he would surely misunderstand that she had done something with Edward.

“I was never in any kind of relationship with Lord Edward. I don’t even know why he sent such a letter.”

“Alright, just let go of this for a moment.”

Cedric grabbed Yuria’s wrist. Though he wasn’t rough, Yuria felt as if he was forcibly pulling her away. She wondered if he felt disgusted by her, if he had grown tired of a woman who couldn’t fix her bad habits, even after he had overlooked it once.

“Th-there’s proof.”

She hated being treated like a promiscuous woman at a gathering where her husband was the main guest, with his subordinates all around.

“Proof?”

Yuria let go of Cedric’s sleeve and stepped back. She looked around to make sure no one else was around. She really didn’t want to do this, but it was the only way to prove her innocence. She gritted her teeth and turned around. Then she slowly lifted her skirt.

Cedric had always accused Yuria of having an overly sensitive and lewd womanhood, saying that even without proper attention, she would be dripping wet. But now, the area between her legs was completely dry. If she had been intimate, it would have been moist.

So she had no choice but to show him directly.

“…You can check for yourself.”

She couldn’t take off her underwear while holding up her skirt, but she didn’t need to. Her plain underwear, which she wore because Cedric found her usual ones too lewd, was enough to prove her innocence.

“Ha….”

Confronted with the sight before him, Cedric suppressed a wry chuckle. Even though it was a secluded place, someone could walk in at any moment, and here was the Princess lifting her skirt herself. And now what? She wanted him to directly confirm it? This was essentially asking him to check if there was another man’s s*men inside her.

In fact, Cedric had never doubted her. He had seen Edward dragging Yuria away on the ship, and had immediately followed them. He couldn’t hear the full conversation, but he had gathered that Edward was simply making a fool of himself.

Oh, he definitely heard Yuria say that Cedric was more handsome than Edward. That’s why he didn’t intervene. It seemed like the Princess was handling it well herself. And he thought Edward would get the message after all that was said.

So, he just needed to tell her the truth. That’s all it would take, but he did not want to do that. Perhaps because of those neat underwear between her plump b*ttocks, or the lewd hole hidden by the modest underwear.

“What do you expect me to see that way? Hold onto the wall and stick your b*tt out more.”

Cedric didn’t understand why the words spilling out of his mouth were so vulgar.

“That bastard must not have touched your womanhood. That’s why you’re so bold in exposing it.”

“He didn’t do anything else, either.”

Yuria, holding onto the warehouse wall, looked back at Cedric. Her eyes were brimming with tears, and her flushed face looked lascivious. The rumors had said she was a gentle and virtuous princess, but it seemed rumors couldn’t be trusted.

“Well, you do get wet just from having your br*asts touched.”

Cedric stroked her exposed b*ttocks. He wanted to immediately pull down her underwear and shove his tongue or c*ck inside, but he also wanted to savor this moment. As his hot palm touched her, Yuria shivered.

“Ugh….”

As he massaged her as if his hand would slide down between her b*ttocks, a faint moan escaped from Yuria. She shook her head in protest.

“No, don’t touch me.”

So, she just wanted him to look. To see if she was wet or not. That wasn’t possible. When he gripped her b*ttocks firmly in refusal, Yuria twisted her hips to escape his grasp.

“Pl-please, just check first, without touching.”

“Why?”

Why should I do that? 

Cedric repositioned Yuria’s b*ttocks and kneaded them like dough.  The resilient flesh felt better in his palms than her br*asts.

But she was telling him not to. If that’s the case, she shouldn’t have exposed her buttocks in the first place.

“If you keep touching….”

Yuria, who had been looking at Cedric, closed her eyes tightly and turned her head as if she couldn’t bear it any longer. Then she mumbled in a voice so soft that even a passing ant wouldn’t hear it.

“…I’ll get wet.”

“What?”

“If you touch me like that, then I…”

Yuria’s voice was mixed with sobs. Whatever she found so distressing, she even sniffled as she mumbled.

“I keep getting wet….”

Because when you touch me, I keep getting wet. 

How could she prove her innocence like that? With a sense of shame and injustice, Yuria even started to sob lightly. Her slender waist moved up and down with her breathing.

Cedric’s Adam’s apple bobbed heavily. His throat felt tight, so he unbuttoned his collar. The Princess was crying. As her husband, no, as a gentleman, he should embrace and soothe her. He knew that. And part of him did want to.

“Are you sure?”

But he was just a lowborn bastard, not knowing proper etiquette. And luckily for him, the princess seemed to have a depraved taste, wanting to be ravished by a jealous husband.

Even though Cedric wasn’t jealous right now, the situation was as such, so it could be considered a close enough match.

“You’re saying you’re not getting wet because of that guy, right?”

“No, no….”

“Should I believe this?”

When he fiddled with her underwear and pulled it down, Yuria’s buttocks trembled. The bright red flesh exposed under the setting sun was breathtakingly provocative. Her p*ssy was moist, proving her earlier words weren’t a lie.

“I only touched your butt a little. But you’re this wet?”

Kneeling on one knee to bring his gaze level with her g*nitals, he stroked her inner thigh, eliciting a moan that sounded like a sob.

“You need to answer, Princess. Before I misunderstand further, okay?”

“Sniff, you, really, are mean.”

“That’s not an answer.”

He squeezed her buttocks harshly as if punishing her. Red handprints were left on her white skin.

“It seems your conscience won’t let you lie anymore.”

“Ah, no, nngh.”

“Stay here for a moment. Lord Edward probably hasn’t gone far; I’ll go get him.”

Leave it to the one who made the princess wet to clean up afterward. Cedric tried to stand up with a disgruntled expression. Her eyes, filled with shame and anxiety, glistened with tears.

Does she know that exposing her buttocks and womanhood like this only serves to entice a man? Or is it instinctual? The way she gnawed on her lip was stimulating his sadistic tendencies. He wanted to push her further. Imagining Yuria clinging to him, crying out, only made his manhood stiffen.

Shifting his uncomfortable position, Cedric switched the leg he was kneeling on. But Yuria misunderstood, thinking he was about to leave.

“Ah, I, I felt it, in my, nngh, buttocks.”

In shame, Yuria closed her eyes tightly.

“You’re so lewd.”

He clicked his tongue. The truth only made it more devastating. Just the fact of exposing her lower regions to him was making her abdomen tingle, and when Cedric touched her buttocks, she couldn’t hold back and leaked her juices. If this wasn’t perversion, what was?