Chapter 5 – 【 What Misunderstanding Brings 】 (Part 10)

“Mm…”

Her br*asts, exposed over the dress, bounced and blurred his vision. He put the darkened n*pple, reddened from sucking and biting, back into his mouth and lifted her hips.

The inner flesh, snugly wrapping around his c*ck, started to convulse. No matter how much he did it, it never got loose but tightened more. This was a hole meant to trap men. Cedric savored the lewd hole and gently called her name.

“Yuria.”

A sound that could be a response or a moan escaped Yuria’s lips. Only after a few more deep thrusts did Yuria’s whole body tremble as she cl*maxed. Cedric quietly watched Yuria, who was clinging to his shoulder, savoring the afterglow of her org*sm.

She still got excited and felt pl*asure well. But something felt off. Until just a few days ago, calling her name would make her heat up quickly. Now, he had to stimulate her sensitive spots multiple times for her to cl*max.

Had she lost interest in me?

But that didn’t seem right, as she still called his name in her sleep. Maybe doing it multiple times a day had dulled her senses. Whenever he thought of her, he had trouble controlling his ar*usal. He felt anxious, then disappointed, his emotions in turmoil.

His once-proud, now-faded cold rationality returned after the emotional storm passed. With reason restored, he thought about what had changed. Externally, many things had changed, but only one thing was different in bed.

Cedric no longer blinded by jealousy, didn’t forcefully take her. Yuria had insisted that it was a misunderstanding and that she preferred gentle lovemaking. He believed her because she seemed to cl*max easily when he called her name. But now that she seemed disinterested, it was clear that gentle lovemaking wasn’t her preference.

Cedric recalled the reaction of the Princess when he mentioned another man.

It was intense.

That’s why he doubted Charlotte when she corrected the Princess’s preferences. Cedric stared intently at Yuria, who was adjusting her dress and preparing to get off. No, no, she looked too calm for someone who had been moaning and shaking her head incessantly. Clearly, she wasn’t satisfied.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I was just thinking about you, Princess.”

“What were you thinking?”

That you’re quite the pervert. And that I quite like your perverted side.

“I’ll tell you later.”

“…Alright.”

For some reason, his gaze felt ominous. But Yuria didn’t ask further. They were almost at the train station, and she didn’t want to risk another entanglement by talking.

The thought of other servants waiting outside while they did it was dizzying. Moreover, her woman’s intuition told her it was best not to hear whatever he had to say.

But Cedric was someone who said what he wanted to say. Without much wait, as soon as they arrived in Ritano and she was trying to unwind, he barged in. Wearing nothing but a loosely tied robe, he looked like a debauched gigolo.

“Close your robe properly.”

“Do you like men who keep their robes closed?”

What on earth was he talking about?

As Yuria shook her head, Cedric quickly climbed onto the bed. Under the thin robe, his c*ck, not yet engorged, was clearly visible.

Despite everything they had done, facing it directly still embarrassed her, so Yuria subtly moved aside. Suddenly, he pulled her waist close.

Yuria, who was pulled along, ended up on his thigh instead of the bed.

“Or how about a husband who gets jealous and takes you roughly?”

“Why are you saying that all of a sudden?”

“Your reactions lately have been lackluster. Are you sure that’s not your preference?”

What kind of woman does he think I am? Of course not. 

Yuria shouted internally that it wasn’t true. But Cedric, seemingly convinced, didn’t even pretend to listen.

His hand slipped inside her n*gligee, pulled down her underwear, spread open her closed l*bia, and pressed her still-soft cl*toris with his fingertip.

“Ah, Cedric…!”

“How do I know you won’t go looking for another man again?”

“I won’t, ah, I won’t.”

“How can I trust you and just leave it at that? Now that you’ve tasted a man, you might actually cheat this time.”

He gently rolled her cl*toris while licking her nape. Yuria squirmed. It’s not true, she’s really not that kind of woman, but every time Cedric’s words drilled into her ears, a thrilling sensation arose from deep within.

She quickly became wet. Every time he moved his hand, the lewd sound of her ar*usal filled her ears.

“Is that why you asked to change the servants?”

“No, ah, no, now that we’re in Ritano, here, ha, ah…”

She had merely mentioned that there was no need to have a line of servants trailing her everywhere, like in the capital, since Cedric’s eyes were everywhere here. She didn’t expect him to twist her words like this.

Yuria groaned in frustration. Cedric’s hand tormenting the small nub was relentless. His fingers, wet with her juices, pressed and rubbed her cl*toris. The determination in his touch to make her cl*max was palpable, and Yuria writhed.

“Ah, Cedric…!”

“Yes, this is your territory, Princess. I know you have routes to meet other men out of my sight.”

Yuria shook her head. His arms wrapped around her waist were as solid as shackles, and his hand ravaging her nether regions was that of a brute.

“How could I meet, ah, someone behind your back, uh…”

“As long as you don’t take a d*ck, how would I know? You could just suck them off in some secluded hallway.”

Coming home and acting like nothing happened, giving her p*ssy to her husband, thinking she’s committed the perfect crime. As he drove her to climax while making her out to be some man-crazed woman, Yuria was helplessly dragged along.

“Ha, Cedric, please, stop, ah…”

Her inner thighs twitched. Yuria threw her head back and trembled in a shallow climax. Her hole involuntarily pulsed, expelling her juices onto his palm.

His hand, covering her v*lva and gently caressing it, was tender, but his whispered words were cold.

“You were thinking it was another man’s tongue, weren’t you?”

“W-what did you say?”

“You were thinking my fingers were another man’s tongue.”

He sneered as he raised his index finger and thrust it into her wet entrance. Her tight inner walls warmly welcomed his intrusion.

Though it was a shallow climax, Yuria, still not completely out of its afterglow, scratched his forearm as the pl*asure surged through her. She didn’t feel sorry. It was his own doing.

“Come to think of it, there’s no way I’d know if you took another c*ck.”

Another finger pried her open and entered.

“Your p*ssy tightens more when it’s stuffed.”

Tsk. He clicked his tongue and added another finger. Now there were three thick fingers inside her. As she bucked her hips in discomfort, his fingers curled instantly. The lewd squelching sound was unusually loud.

“You went to grab Lesia’s hair, claiming you don’t share c*cks, but you want to taste multiple c*cks yourself. How shameless.”

“When did I ever, ugh.”

Another finger prepared to enter. Yuria shuddered and pleaded that it wouldn’t fit.

“No more, ah, no more will fit.”

“You’ve taken more than this, don’t be dramatic.”

“Ah…!”

The remaining finger forced its way into her hole. Stretched to its limit, she didn’t know what to do. Yuria clawed at his forearm, but Cedric didn’t budge.

His fingers spread in different directions and then came together. Yuria clung to his scratched forearm and moaned.

“To satisfy our Princess, it has to be either thick or long. Should I find a well-endowed man for you?”

“No, ugh, no.”

“Are you embarrassed? Should I give Lady Mowbray a hint?”

With his fingers hooked, he stirred her entrance, making Yuria cry out without even shaking her head.

“There’s no one but you, ah, Cedric.”

Her mind was a mess from continuous pl*asure, but her training made her reflexively say what Cedric wanted to hear.

“Indeed, where else would you find a husband who spoils his cheating wife like this?”

“No, ah, it’s only you, ah!”

Yuria clung to Cedric’s forearm, enduring the forceful thrusts below. His four fingers merged into one mass, driving into her tender flesh. Yuria twisted her hips and sobbed in pl*asure.

“Make sure to keep this hole for me. You might enjoy other men, but I only have your hole, Princess.”

Pretending to be a devoted husband while shoving four fingers into his wife’s hole was absurd. She wanted to slap him, but as soon as she thought it, he moved his hand as if to tear her tight entrance apart.

Yuria’s waist twisted and shook in response. Her vision alternated between black and white in a chaotic blur.

“No, I only have you, ah, I won’t give this hole to anyone else, ugh.”

“Is this my exclusive hole?”

“Yes, Cedric’s exclusive, ah!”

Claiming to be Cedric’s exclusive hole, pleading that she was his, Yuria suddenly fell backward. Her breath hitched between sobs, and her breathing was rough. Cedric didn’t remove his fingers until she had fully felt the pleasure. The sensation of her soft inner walls, which didn’t release any fl*ids, still stimulating him, was quite satisfying.

As Yuria’s moans turned into gasps, Cedric withdrew his fingers and properly seated her. Her juices dripped down his fingers to his wrist. Cedric made a show of sucking his fingers clean while locking eyes with her.

“Isn’t this your preference?”

After making her come twice in a row with just his fingers, he asked if being forcefully taken by a jealous husband wasn’t her preference. 

Yuria was at a loss for words. 

It shouldn’t be, it couldn’t be, but why did it feel right? 

Of all the times in recent days, this was the best. Reluctantly, she had to admit the evidence was clear.

Am I really that much of a pervert?

The Princess was confused. Realizing an identity she didn’t want to know, Yuria was shocked and fell to the side. Of course, Cedric caught her before she fell.

“It’s okay, Princess.”

He comforted the shocked Yuria.

“Everyone has their preferences.”

It wasn’t very comforting.

“And I, too, ha, find it rather arousing.”

This is a big problem. Yuria closed her eyes tightly, looking at his fully erect, dark red c*ck. Judging by his ar*usal, tonight was going to be long. But more than that, what should they do now that both of them are perverts? At least one of them should be normal.

“What do we do, really?”

“What’s the big deal, my Princess?”

“What do we do when both the Duke and Duchess are perverts?”

Cedric gently took the despairing Yuria, who had her head hung low, and calmly began to undress her n*gligee. Then, kissing her lips, which were flushed red from pleasure, he whispered. 

What do you mean, what do we do?

“It’s perfect because we’re a match made in heaven.”