Chapter 3 – 【 His Princess 】 (Part 6)

Count Roark’s wife had no work to do. No one criticized her for lazing around in the mansion. On the contrary, they praised her for staying inside and not wandering around. She didn’t plan to just laze around, but there was a difference between having pressure and not having it.

“You prefer being the wife of a bastard because you don’t want to work? Are you serious?”

He looked genuinely confused, not mocking, which made it more annoying. She had answered sincerely, but his reaction was this. 

Fine, I’m a lazy, useless person who likes to loaf around.

Yuria bit down hard on Cedric’s shoulder. No matter how tough he was, this must have hurt. When her canines dug into his flesh, Cedric flinched slightly. Even though she thought he deserved the pain, she gradually loosened her bite when she heard Cedric chuckle.

“You’re laughing?”

“Yeah, it tickles.”

No, it must hurt, there are red teeth marks.

Yuria lifted her head and looked at the man who was laughing foolishly. His wide, open smile was charming even in this situation, and Yuria was momentarily entranced.

“I thought the prince’s c*ck looked small, so maybe it wasn’t worth f*cking.”

Yuria’s face was one of utter bewilderment. Of course, she’d be bewildered. What was he talking about? Still, part of it was sincere. He really did feel ticklish. His insides bubbled with a sensation similar to, but not quite, lust.

Her materialistic confession that she liked his money and the freedom to spend it had instantly quelled the anxiety that had been about to burst. He had rushed to this bathroom right after his bath, anxious that he could never give Yuria what she truly wanted.

He had been so desperate to satisfy her s*xually that he didn’t think things through. He wondered if his princess knew that.

“Since you answered, now, mm.”

It didn’t matter if she knew. Cedric devoured her lips, which had just uttered such pretty words. If the princess truly wanted a life of leisure and extravagance, he could provide that. His princess, who didn’t even know what true extravagance was, would learn it from him.

Even if Yuria drained him dry, as long as he could satisfy her.

“Mm, mm.”

At some point, Cedric became obsessed with filling Yuria, and he started by thoroughly filling her lower hole. He held her writhing waist in place and thrust his thick sh*ft all the way in at once.

Her tight inner walls struggled to accommodate his thick pillar, but they gradually swallowed it to the base. Her snug flesh squeezed his member. As he exhaled in pl*asure, Yuria eagerly took him in.

She looked so lovely, accepting anything he gave her, that when he pushed his tongue into her mouth, she eagerly sucked on it. When he teased her tongue, she sucked on it like candy. As much as he wanted to keep going until they were completely attached, he knew the princess might pass out if he did.

“Ha, Cedric, I, mm, I need to…”

Every time he thrust, her bladder was pressed. His already intimidatingly large m*mber felt even more overwhelming with her full belly, making her acutely aware of every movement inside her. She was desperate, her legs trembling, but all she could do was clench and unclench her thighs.

“Hng, Cedric, I really, ah, mm.”

“It’s okay, just do it here.”

“You said if I answered, ah, if I answered, mm!”

He had promised to let her go if she answered, but now he was breaking that promise. She felt like she might lose control any moment, but his relentless m*mber kept scraping and rubbing her sensitive inner walls.

The strange pl*asure mingled with her urge to pee, making her hips tremble uncontrollably. She tried to move her hips, but the pressure on her lower abdomen made her freeze. Yuria clung to Cedric’s shoulders, crying in her awkward position.

“You’re mean, sob, stop, mm, mm.”

“Princess, you can only feel it when I put it in this deep. That’s why, what’s bad about that?”

He knew what she meant but pretended not to. At the same time, he kept thrusting his c*ck into her. The head of his c*ck pounded against her womb, making it hard to breathe. Yuria groaned, trying to adjust her position to lessen the stimulation.

She tried to reduce the stimulation, but as she lowered her waist, his cock stirred her insides, making her head spin.

“Ugh, Cedric, please.”

Her br*asts bounced with each thrust, water splashed out of the tub, and her juices flowed out of her stuffed hole. With less than half of the water left in the tub, Yuria could only gasp for breath.

“If we stop here, you’ll regret marrying a bastard who can’t even f*ck properly.”

“No, no, I won’t, ah, ah!”

She cried and pleaded that she wouldn’t, but it was no use. A deep thrust made her back arch. Overwhelmed by the intense cl*max, Yuria’s body trembled uncontrollably.

Her body, which had tensed up in cl*max, soon went limp. Only her hole, which repeatedly clamped down on his cock, continued its duty.

“Ah…!”

And that was the problem. In a moment of carelessness, the strength in her lower abdomen loosened. Her bladder, which had been on the verge of bursting from the constant stimulation, went out of control. She tried to clench again, but she couldn’t stop the urine from trickling out.

It felt like a dream—peeing while impaled on his cock and experiencing an org*sm. Even the sensation of her bladder emptying turned into pl*asure. Ah, she wished it were just a dream.

“Hng.”

The sound of her urine trickling was humiliating, and Yuria cried. Instead of stopping, Cedric continued shallow thrusts, helping her relieve herself.

“It’s okay, princess.”

What’s okay about this? 

Yuria sobbed. Cedric wiped her tear-streaked face and whispered,

“I’m peeing with you.”

He said something so vulgar in such a gentle tone. He watched with a satisfied look as her emptying belly filled with his c*m, a perversely contradictory moment.

Usually, Yuria didn’t think of Cedric as vulgar, but now she couldn’t help but curse him as a lowly bastard. But soft-hearted Yuria couldn’t say it out loud and instead mumbled that he was a bad man and that she would never dance with him again.

“Sure, sure, whatever you say, princess.”

Cedric consoled the hiccuping Yuria, stroking her back, without even pulling out his cock, and lifted her up.

“Hng…”

“The water’s cold now; we can’t wash here anymore.”

Whose fault is that? 

Yuria didn’t have the energy to retort and just rested in his arms.

“Princess, you choose. Do you want to drain me again on the bed and then wash, or go to my bathroom and wash while we do it?”

If she had known he would say such things, she would have told him to pull out his cock first. Exhausted, Yuria whispered that she didn’t want either, but she ended up doing both in a sad ending.

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Does Cedric like me?

After yesterday, Yuria was confused. Honestly, if she had peed on him, he wouldn’t have been able to say it was okay, even as a lie. But her mistake had only excited Cedric more. If that wasn’t proof that he liked her, then what was?

Ah, maybe it’s just a weird f*tish? 

It was a shameful act that made her cry, but if it matched Cedric’s tastes, then at least that was a relief. She had no intention of accommodating it a second time.

But Cedric had laughed, seemingly very satisfied, at her materialistic confession, forced out of her by his threateningly large cock. If it were any other man, he would have lost all affection for her after hearing that she wanted to be lazy and live off his money.

…Could this also be some sort of preference? Does he have a unique taste in women? Or does he like me enough to not care about extravagance? 

Yuria pondered, blushing as she drank cold water.

Anyway, it seemed he liked her, maybe not a lot, but at least a little. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have spent so much money on a wife who postponed the consummation of their wedding while having an affair. No matter how rich someone was, it was human nature to begrudge spending even a drop of water on someone they disliked.

Last night, Cedric had said he would invite Evelyn to the ball, and he had indeed sent someone to the palace in the morning. He hadn’t forgotten to call the jeweler either. Thanks to that, Yuria, who had slept in, hurriedly got ready to welcome Evelyn.

Crying loudly and crawling away on all fours, only to be caught and stuffed until dawn, Yuria welcomed her youngest sibling with an awkward gait, wearing a dress that came up to her chin to hide the red marks left on her neck. 

Even though the high-necked dress and loose hair covered the marks, she felt guilty and avoided looking at her necklace area, as if a thief with a guilty conscience.

Instead, she happily helped Evelyn choose her jewelry.