The eight days that had tormented her, during which nothing made sense and she only waited for his return, quickly flashed through her mind. She couldn’t believe this was all she got for waiting.

She thought he would at least say he missed her, or give her a kiss.

He didn’t seem to have any intention of even touching her. Why? Had his feelings for his wife cooled?

“I’m just getting started.”

Misery weighed heavily upon her. She felt played.

“For over a week, I’ve been so, so…!”

Anger toward her husband welled up. She couldn’t understand how such a cold response was appropriate when meeting his wife after so long. And not just any wife — his beloved wife!

Everything he had shyly confessed about loving her started to feel like lies. Though it had seemed so real at the time.

“Could it be… he’s found someone else?”

Lenore’s face turned pale. If he wanted to, it wasn’t an impossible distance from the port to the castle. Yet he didn’t return for eight days — there must be a reason.

He might have found a lover at the port. Instead of a wife who refuses his bed and only teases him daily, maybe he found a cute and sexy lover.

“That shy bastard!”

Lenore stormed back to the bedroom in anger. She lay on the bed and rolled herself up in the blankets to hide. The shock was so great she wanted to disconnect from the world.

“My lady, are you alright?”

A maid came asking how she would handle meals since she had been lying down all day. It seemed mealtime had come without her noticing.

“I’m sick and have no appetite, so never mind.”

“Should I call for a doctor?”

The maid worried at hearing she was sick.

That irritated Lenore even more. Even the servants noticed and worried that she wasn’t well, but Daniel didn’t notice at all. He must not care anymore. Too absorbed in his lover.

“No need.”

Lenore said there was no need to call a doctor and not to wake her, then burrowed deeper into the blankets.

Her stomach growled. But Lenore, having no appetite at all, forced herself to try to sleep. She was used to hunger and knew sleep was good medicine.

* * *

After lying there for some time, someone came running into her bedroom making a clattering noise. It was Daniel, who had changed his clothes.

He rushed to Lenore’s bed and knelt down beside it.

“I heard you were ill.”

After seeming completely uninterested, now he comes running breathlessly?

Lenore narrowed her eyes and glared at him.

“You don’t seem to have a fever, are you alright?”

Daniel put his hand on Lenore’s forehead to check her temperature. Lenore shook her head to remove his hand and hid her face in the blankets.

She was angry enough to lose her appetite. She wanted to snort derisively at how his concern was too late. But when she saw his face, strangely, her frozen heart began to melt.

“Wife?”

“I have such a high fever it’s painful.”

“I’ll call for a doctor.”

When Daniel removed his hand and tried to stand, Lenore grabbed him tightly.

“Don’t.”

“But…”

“I just want to rest. So please just leave me be like this.”

She would never forgive him if he actually left. Lenore had set a trap.

Daniel fortunately caught the meaning behind her holding his hand and not letting go.

“Are you sure you don’t need a doctor?”

“It’s fine. It’s just pretend anyway.”

Lenore glared at Daniel with just her eyes peeking out from under the blanket.

“Wife, are you perhaps angry with me? Is it because my return was delayed? That was unavoidable due to issues at the port.”

“No. I’m not angry. How could I possibly be angry with you, Count?”

Her tone was clearly sarcastic. Daniel preciously held her hand in both of his and kissed her fingers.

“Then why are you pretending to be sick? My heart dropped when I heard you were ill.”

From fingers to the back of her hand and then to her wrist. Daniel continued kissing as he moved upward. He got down from the chair and knelt on the floor, meeting eyes with her as she lay in bed. He could see her face hidden between the raised blankets.

“Because I needed your attention.”

Lenore tried to pull her hand away and hide under the blankets again. But Daniel grabbed her arm and pulled back the blankets.

“If you need my attention, why are you trying to hide? You should show me your face.”

“……”

“Should I speak like Count Tivonne for you to listen to me? Hmm? Lenore?”

Daniel lowered his head to kiss her. Lenore avoided his kiss.

“No. If you kiss me, I’ll get wet again.”

Daniel couldn’t understand what she meant for a while. After thinking for a long time without breathing, he finally realized.

“Again? You were wet then? After pushing me away so coldly, then why…!”

Lenore lay there observing his confused face. Looking at his gaunt face, it seemed he was the sick one, not her.

“I thought if you discovered I was wet, the tyrant from our wedding night would return and ravish me completely.”

“I-I wouldn’t have done that.”

Though Daniel denied her words, his voice trailed off at the end, lacking conviction.

Lenore gave him a sidelong glance before grabbing his collar and pulling him toward her. When she pressed their lips together firmly, Daniel, who had frozen in surprise for a moment, lay down beside her.

They continued kissing, mixing their saliva. Lenore felt herself getting wetter and wetter below as his kisses grew more intense.

After kissing for a long while in each other’s embrace, they both separated their lips at the same time and let out their held breath. Daniel held her tightly so she couldn’t push him away again after just kissing.

“What should I do? I’m wet again because of you, Count.”

Lenore complained while leaning against his chest. Daniel’s heart pounded heavily. His manhood twitched below, trying to rub against her stomach, excited by her words about being wet.

Lenore also felt his thing gradually swelling. She couldn’t miss the pressing force. She swallowed hard. Just swallowing felt lewd since they had just mixed saliva while kissing.

“Would you like to check?”

Lenore asked with her heart pounding. Daniel didn’t answer for a while. Wondering if he hadn’t heard, she was about to speak again when Daniel suddenly moved down and spread her legs.

The wet traces were already visible through the thin fabric. Daniel removed her underwear and threw it far away. Lenore glanced at her underwear lying helplessly on the floor.

“Ah!”

While she was distracted, Daniel licked her tender flesh that had been hidden. He spread her with his hands to expose her more clearly and licked from bottom to top.

Lenore trembled at the tingling sensation that ran from below up her back. It was a pleasure she hadn’t felt on their wedding night.

“Ah! There, more, there…!”

There was a spot that gave stronger pleasure than other places. When Lenore begged him to touch it more, Daniel inserted his finger and rubbed where she wanted.

Lenore grabbed his shoulders while breathing heavily. It wasn’t just the difference between tongue and fingers. Her hips moved unconsciously from the pleasure. Water splashed every time he thrust his fingers.

“You’re wet. As expected.”

Daniel muttered.

Lenore’s face flushed hot. She was embarrassed. She would have no defense if he criticized her for why she had driven him away while acting noble when she would enjoy it this much.

She didn’t want to reveal how much she liked it. She didn’t want him to discover how lewd she was — that she wanted him so badly she had even played with herself while imagining him.

But her body wouldn’t listen. Her hole twitched and sucked on his fingers happily, as if delighted he had finally entered.

“Lenore.”

Daniel pulled up her dress-like thin nightgown to her chest. Her small, cute n*pples tempted him. Daniel attached his lips to one n*pple and sucked. When he rolled the n*pple with his tongue in his mouth, Lenore twisted her body.

Daniel put his arm under her waist to hold her so she couldn’t escape from him. Then this time he used his teeth to graze her n*pple.

“Hic!”

Lenore caught her breath. Her body tensed, making the hole that was holding his fingers tighter. When he stopped grazing with his teeth and licked with his tongue instead, she gradually relaxed her body.

Daniel removed his hand from her hole and rubbed her cl*t. His touch was completely different from when she had touched herself. At first he carefully spread her w*tness and rubbed around it, then suddenly started flicking quickly.

“Ah, uh, hnngh!”

Unlike her own hand that would slow and stop when she felt close to climax, his hand didn’t stop even when her vision turned white. He kept flicking his hand between her convulsing legs.