Secret Night of Comfort

A mysterious guest arrived at the old castle of Tarnu.
He was the first outsider to be welcomed since the lord who went on an expedition 10 years ago closed the castle gates for his wife.

The young man, who came to deliver the mementos of the deceased lord, looked shabby, but his eyes glowed with a strange heat as he watched the Madam under his tousled hair.
His deep green eyes were identical to those of the deceased lord….

Quiet and unassuming, as if he were invisible, he began to visit the Madam’s room on stormy nights.
As if he knew what she was feeling on such nights.

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“May I?”

He slowly caressed the area around that firm peak.
Though slow, his touch was inexplicably hot, making Ellenia think he was holding back a lot.

Unlike usual, he didn’t hide his young face, and his touch slowly traced her body.

“This place is dirty, cold, cramped…… I have this kind of body.”

His fingers, which had been teasing the tip of her breast, traced the waves of her sternum, lingered around her navel, and finally reached her bush.
Throughout all these moments, Edan’s gaze never left Ellenia’s.

Just receiving his gaze made Ellenia feel like he was penetrating her deepest parts.
That’s why she was already wet when his fingers reached the entrance of her core.

A sense of urgency filled Edan’s face, which had never looked away for even a moment.

“Ellie, I want to hold you.”

The wet sound came from elsewhere, yet his dry eyes seemed to be filled with tears.