Epilogue.2

Adrian knocking on the wall to stop the carriage was unplanned.

“What’s the matter?”

He extended his hand with a playful smile that made dimples appear, looking at Theodora, who stared at him curiously. It was a relaxed smile, knowing annoyingly well how charming he looked.

“It’s a shame to return like this. Shall we walk a bit, Madame?”

Pulling back the curtain to look outside, she saw a familiar scene. The vast orchard of the Hazel family and the seemingly abandoned vineyard.

“Not a bad idea, Marquis.”

As she took his offered hand with a smile, he opened the carriage door himself and led her out. The sky was completely dark after the long dinner, but with her dependable husband by her side, there was nothing to fear.

The two walked for a while, accompanied by the stars in the night sky and the sounds of insects. Without needing to ask, she knew better than anyone where they were headed.

Finally, when they reached the overgrown bushes, their secret hideout known only to them, Adrian suddenly let go of her hand and stepped a few paces away.

What game is this? 

Theodora’s smile deepened.

“Thinking about it, I realized we never really went on a proper date.”

Adrian explained his actions.

“Well, there was the time we met Robert Huxley together.”

“That can’t be called a date.”

Upon hearing the name, he made a rather displeased expression, then straightened his posture and extended his hand to her with a flawless motion.

“Nice to meet you. I am Adrian Devon. I understand it might be impolite, but could I have the honor of hearing your name, My Lady?”

Playing along with him as if they were meeting for the first time today, she couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

“Oh dear, unfortunately, I cannot reveal my name without a formal introduction. What should we do?”

“I was hesitating as I have no acquaintances in the South, but if I don’t hear your name tonight, I’m sure to spend several nights in regret, so I dared to ask, My Lady. Please forgive my rudeness, blinded by your beauty.”

Even if he weren’t Adrian, it would be difficult to outright refuse such a smoothly spoken gentleman who kissed the back of her hand as if his tongue was oiled. Theodora glanced around as if conscious of others and whispered with a troubled smile.

“I am Theodora of the Earl of Hazel. This is my first time in such a situation, so it’s quite troublesome, but since you earnestly asked, I had no choice but to tell you.”

“Thank you for your mercy, Miss Theodora. I hope you know that your generosity has saved a dying man.”

“I’m glad to have been of help. May I now go somewhere else?”

Curious about his reaction, she feigned reluctance and took a step back, but Adrian, without a hint of embarrassment, stepped closer to her again.

“If you permit, may I write your name on my fan?”

“It’s already full; there’s no space to write.”

“In that case, how about a walk in the garden?”

“How bold. I told you my name with difficulty, and now you suggest a private walk?”

“Love originally sprouts from the seed of audacity.”

Seeing Adrian quoting the first Emperor with an earnest face, Theodora felt her heart tremble genuinely, despite the playfulness of the role-play.

“If you spare me even a moment, I feel I wouldn’t mind being slapped hard later.”

Where did he learn this? 

Even knowing it was fake, the sweet talk was almost convincing.

“So, you’ve seduced noblewomen like this during your missions?”

With a hint of jealousy, she asked, and Adrian, raising the corners of his mouth, denied her words.

“How could you say such a disappointing thing? I don’t speak much when seducing a woman, Theodora.”

Instead, he tilted his head and began to gaze down at her with deep eyes.

“Usually, I do this.”

Ah, yes. 

Theodora involuntarily admitted deep inside. With a face as his strongest weapon, there was no need for tricks. Trying to ignore his subtle smile meant to seduce her, she looked away.

As if she were the only woman left in the world, the gaze that seemed eager to devour her whole made her feel a rush of bl＊＊d from head to toe.

“My talking too much must be proof that I sincerely wish to win your heart, Miss Theodora.”

Somehow returning to their play, he continued smoothly. Adrian once mentioned that working for the Information Bureau didn’t suit him, but in this situation, it seemed to be his calling.

“But we’re meeting for the first time today. If you wish to win my heart, please send a formal proposal.”

“Miss Theodora, have you heard that free love is trending in the capital lately?”

“I’ve heard of it, but I have no desire to play with fire with a stranger. Besides……”

She paused, thinking, and threw a clever line to end the absurd game, making Adrian hesitate momentarily.

“I’m actually promised to someone already. A childhood friend I’ve known for a long time……”

However, she didn’t notice his hesitation turning into a strange competitive spirit.

“I see, promised to be married.”

Nor did she have any way to stop him once he was ignited by something.

“But if you converse with me even briefly, your heart might change, Miss Theodora.”

The charade disguised as a play showed no signs of ending.

* * *

“Ugh, Marquis……”

“Please speak, Miss Theodora.”

Even amidst the confusion of her skirt bunched up and legs spread wide, Theodora couldn’t stop this role-play due to a stubborn desire not to lose.

“Can this even be called a conversation?”

“Of course, I am currently having an in-depth conversation with your body, Miss Theodora.”

Despite her precarious position against the barn wall, unable to close her legs, it was all due to the relentless gentleman kneeling between them.

After leading her into their secret barn for a conversation, Adrian, seemingly excited, had lifted her skirt without hesitation and settled there.

Already half wet just by being with him, her core was soon ravaged by his tongue, leaving Theodora barely sane. With her large body hunched over, holding her waist, her husband greedily sucked below, making it hard to maintain any composure.

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“I don’t think this can be called a conversation. Ah, it’s too one-sided.”

Again, there was no reply. For a while, the barn echoed with the obscene sounds of a greedy man’s tongue ravaging a tender woman’s flesh. Only after he had satisfied himself by swallowing the juices flowing from her did Adrian finally rise.

“So, has your mind changed a bit?”

His face, asking like a notorious rake with his mouth still wet, was incredibly suggestive. Unable to meet his eyes, Theodora shook her head, and Adrian, as if expecting it, bared his teeth on her neck and began to explore below with his fingers again.

“It seems your heart has long changed, Miss Theodora.”

His middle finger, caressing the embarrassingly wet entrance, slowly crawled inside. Finding the soft interior easily accommodating one finger, Adrian soon pushed in his fourth finger as well.

“I still like my friend, huh, better.”

The words rejecting him were sweet enough to melt one’s ears. He found himself both pathetic and deeply satisfied with his inability to control the ridiculous role-play he had initiated. Contrary to her words, the way she welcomed him inside was equally pleasing. Her sticky and elastic mucous membrane completely enveloped his fingers, demanding greater stimulation.

“Ah, huh…”

When he scratched the bumpy folds with his fingers and pushed them back in, Theodora’s body trembled. As Adrian wrapped one arm around her neck and embraced her, repeating the motion, Theodora’s head gradually tilted backward.

“Ah, ah, ah…!”

Unable to endure the vulgar hand movements that simultaneously stirred below and lifted the cl*toris with his entire palm, Theodora experienced another light climax, accompanied by embarrassing wet sounds. Theodora, completely disheveled before him, was so obscenely alluring that he couldn’t help but swallow his saliva. Her br*asts, heavily pressed and her n*pples red and swollen due to the forcibly lowered bodice, clouded his vision. Adrian found no reason not to take them into his mouth.

Supporting Theodora’s hips, he placed her legs around his waist, burying his face in the fragrant bosom.

“Huh, Marquis…”

Hearing Theodora still calling him the same title as she naturally embraced him, Adrian raised the corners of his lips while teasing her br*asts with his mouth.

“Then, before your fiancé barges in, shall we have a deeper conversation?”

Theodora thought she had become accustomed to the act with her husband after countless encounters in the months following their marriage. However, the beginning was still overwhelming. The sensation of the long, thick shaft slithering in without end always felt unfamiliar and strange.

“Ah…”

Due to her unusually open body and precarious position held by him, the union was doubly deep and rich. As his waist withdrew, the swollen gl*ns scraped the ridges of her vaginal wall, only to fill Theodora again immediately.

“Huuu, uh, Ian…”

The intimate unity of being completely one gave a mental satisfaction beyond physical pleasure. The excessive pleasure surged, making them forget the play they were enacting.

With just a few thrusts, Theodora became completely pliable, able to accept anything he wanted to do to her, merely gasping for breath.

Adrian knew that facing Theodora in such a state excited him to the point of dizziness.

He was confident he could love her in any form, but he felt he might die from liking the disheveled face she showed only to him, now and forever. Of course, Adrian himself would only be this excited with her, so the result of this non-competition was ultimately fair.

“Ian, please, quickly…”

Watching his wife urge him without knowing what she was pleading for, Adrian felt an enormous desire that overwhelmed the fear that had always dominated him.

It was always like this when he was with her. In the end, his greed prevailed, and he couldn’t bear not to be by her side. Whatever form it took, even if it was himself in the play that began under the guise of a prank.

“Miss Theodora, it seems you are mistaken about your partner. Please tell me exactly who the man you desire is.”

Before the sweet, ambiguous climax that seemed within reach but unseen, Theodora kissed Adrian’s lips wildly, pleading.

“Both. It doesn’t matter which. I just… Adrian, I want you.”

Her completely broken face was so lascivious that he barely suppressed the urge to climax right then.

Instead, he etched into his eyes a sight he would never have known had they remained only friends, and he spurred on the vigorous thrusts to satisfy both her desires and his greed.

* * *

The newlyweds, who had disappeared into the vineyard, returned covered in leaves much later.

Perhaps embarrassed by the long wait they had imposed on the coachman, the wife quickly hid inside the carriage through the door her husband opened for her.

In contrast, the husband, appearing somewhat shameless, climbed into the carriage as if nothing had happened, knocked on the wall, and the carriage set off again as if nothing had occurred.

As the husband whispered something to the wife, who sat with a deeply flushed face, a clear, ringing laughter soon echoed from the carriage. The happy laughter that flowed through the tightly drawn curtains spread far on the night breeze of Melhem.

<Now Is The Time to Love a Friend> fin.