Pregnancy for a Successor - Chapter 23

“How sweet a torture that was. I thought I’d become the guy getting an er*ction at his father’s funeral.”

As he burst into laughter, his breath spread over her exposed white skin. He caught Celia as she flinched and tried to move away, then continued speaking.

“But someone had already eaten you.”

Celia swallowed at his suddenly cold voice. The hand gripping her hair tightened. She had no choice but to tilt her head back and meet his eyes.

“To think it was my father. Quite a pity.”

Her half-n*ked figure was clearly reflected in his bright blue eyes.

“And who did you f*ck at the orgy party? If I could just catch that bastard, I’d tear him to pieces and throw him in the pond… I wonder if that would be enough for the fish to feast on through the winter.”

His words, thrown out like a joke, were all the more frightening because they sounded sincere no matter how you heard them.

“Hm? What do you think?”

Celia, who had been gasping like a fish out of water with her hair gripped, suddenly burst into tears.

“N-no. I didn’t… do that, hic, with anyone.”

“Are you saying you didn’t f*ck anyone at the party?”

He asked again as if trying to confirm the facts.

“Yes, yes. Nothing happened. Really…”

It was a fact that Anne had confirmed. Celia decided to believe it.

“Really?”

His whisper was secretive and persistent.

“Hic, hic, I’m sorry, I was wrong, it was all my fault. I’m sorry for lying. So please…”

“Why do you keep apologizing?”

His tongue licked up Celia’s wet cheek.

“Didn’t I tell you? That we can skip such formalities between family.”

“……”

At those words, Celia felt as if she’d been doused with cold water. Because it clearly reminded her who this man was, the one she was now lewdly entangling her legs with and making intimate contact with.

A man who could have been her son.

“N-no.”

The thought struck her like a blow to the head, and Celia twisted her body with all her might. But she was easily subdued under his hands.

“I must be a sinner for wanting to explore your body hidden under mourning clothes. So use this sin. I will desire you and get what I want, so you should do the same.”

Hearing the man’s devilish whisper, Celia asked with trembling lips.

“Why are you doing this to me? If you want a child, you should marry and have one with that woman.”

“I will not marry.”

“What do you mean…”

“So give birth to my child. That child will become my half-sibling and the heir to this family, so it will be a very precious child.”

“Why, why.”

She asked with tear-filled eyes. It was something she couldn’t understand at all. It was clear without even looking how many women in the world would desire him. She still remembered the covetous glances at him from the funeral.

“I told you before. I too have a weak heart. It’s said that I study=ied abroad, but in truth, I was out for treatment. If it became known that the duke’s heir had an incurable disease, it would become a fatal weakness.”

“Then.”

“I don’t want to ruin some poor woman’s life by getting married. What a burden it would be if I died shortly after marriage.”

“Even so, that doesn’t mean…”

To commit such an unimaginable, unforgivable act.

“So you must give birth to my sibling, a healthy child. A child to continue the lineage of this family.”

“That’s absurd, I can’t…”

Celia struggled to escape from his embrace. But the more she struggled, the tighter his steel-like arms bound her.

“Why not? Isn’t that what you want, to have a child of the Hilbert family? I’m the only man who can make that happen.”

“……”

“Celia, you will have everything. The position of duchess, the mother of a strong heir… You can have everything in this family at your feet. It’s incomparable to the master of a family born with a weak heart.”

He whispered like a snake offering the forbidden fruit.

“So just nod your head.”

The temptation poured into her ear was sweet, so sweet.

“I’ll give you everything you want.”

“……”

Celia stopped resisting and raised her head. She could see the arrogant bridge of the man’s nose right in front of her. Beyond that, eyes tinged with an evil blue were directed at her.

“The choice is yours.”

The man’s eyes looked at her urgently, as if wanting just a slight, just that much of a nod. Although he said he was giving her a choice, it was a proposal without much meaning.

It was a moment that felt like an eternity. Finally, Celia nodded her head up and down. It was a very subtle movement, but it was enough to satisfy him.

“You won’t be able to leave this room until you’re pregnant.”

A cruel smile spread across his lips. It was the smile of someone who had ended a long wait, looking at prey finally caught in a trap. Seeing that, Celia suddenly came to her senses.

“Ah, no.”

But it was already too late.

“Mmph!”

In an instant, his lips collided with hers again, sucking on her as if to absorb her. While her lips were being greedily sucked, Celia could hardly breathe properly. So she couldn’t think properly as well. Eugen seemed to be aiming for exactly this.

“……”

The lips that had been frantically licking and sucking finally pulled away. When she raised her tear-stained eyes to look, she saw the man in the process of undressing.

The man elegantly removed everything he was wearing in one breath.

A magnificent upper body with taut and delicate muscles appeared, incomparable to bodies that were too thin or dully fat or coarse. It was such a perfect body that one might think the face hidden beneath the mask must be beautiful as well.

And below that.

“……”

Celia found herself holding her breath without realizing it. Even in the darkness, what clearly revealed its shape was excessively large and thick. Celia was genuinely frightened by the size, which was on a different level from anything she had imagined.

“No, n… no, no…”

Celia stared with terrified eyes at the protruding thing. What he would do with that, she had clearly experienced in that fantasy that seemed like a dream yet felt real.

It was an impossible size. That’s the conclusion she came to. Putting something that big inside her body was only possible because it was a dream; in reality, it could never happen.

“I can’t, it’s impossible… such a, thing, hic.”

Looking at the woman shaking her head, pale-faced, Eugen slowly stroked his own pillar. Celia was dumbfounded by this blatant action.

He seemed aware of her gaze and was deliberately touching himself slowly. From the root where thick t*sticles hung to the tip, he was touching himself slowly but with clearly lewd gestures, intentionally capturing her gaze.

Even if she tried not to look, she couldn’t. Once caught by that motion, her eyes ended up following the movement.

With prominently bulging veins, it looked so vicious it was almost like part of a monster. It was an excessively mismatched body part for a man with such delicate and beautiful features.

Although she hadn’t seen the dream man’s thing with her eyes, she had fully felt its sensation. Perhaps it was comparable to this, or even larger…

“No, n… hic.”

He kept stroking the thing that was sickening just to look at as he approached her. Leaning his body right up to her, he grabbed Celia’s clothes and pulled them down.

“Hic…”

His gaze darkened as he saw the clear skin exposed to the air. All over the white skin were marks left by the unknown man from the night of the masked ball.

When Celia realized Eugen’s gaze was following those traces, she raised her hands to cover herself. The shock of having shown something that shouldn’t be seen invaded her mind.

“This is…”

She had to make some excuse. That she didn’t know why such marks remained on her body, that she had merely dreamed. Even as she thought about it herself, these excuses were so implausible that they couldn’t come out of her mouth.

“Stay still.”

Eugen grabbed both of Celia’s hands and pressed them down beside her face. His eyes were now more blatantly scanning those traces.