Chapter 11.5

Unlike the flustered Syria, Alpen’s face was calm, as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

“What are you doing? Come here and let me hold you.”

Even with those heated sounds, Alpen waved his arms with noble poise, beckoning her.

“Duke! Don’t you hear those noises?”

Alpen glanced over, then turned back with a gentle smile, unfazed.

“They’ve already started over there. It’s our turn now.”

“Our turn?”

“This place was made for this purpose.”

Since when had the banquet hall’s balcony become a substitute for a motel? His words were incomprehensible.

“You know, don’t you? The second banquet is for young couples.”

“But those two aren’t lovers.”

From what she saw, they didn’t seem familiar. It looked more like friends ditching their group at a club to sneak off together.

“Maybe they’ll become lovers starting today.”

Alpen added, as if it were obvious. She knew many relationships in Korea started from a night together, but she hadn’t realized this world was so open.

“No…, still…”

“So come here, my fiancée, and embrace the chest muscles you love.”

Alpen began unbuttoning his shirt up to the neck with one hand. Even undressing, he exuded noble dignity. As the collar opened, white skin and firm pectorals were revealed.

‘…Since when did I become a woman who loves chests?’

Of course, she was drawn to well-built muscles, but her real interest was only in a man’s backside. Apparently, Alpen thought she was infatuated with his chest.

While she was lost in thought, Alpen finished unbuttoning his shirt down to his stomach and stretched his arms wide.

“My fiancée, you are quite shy.”

“…That’s… Oh my!”

When Syria didn’t approach, Alpen stood and pulled her to sit. In an instant, she was seated on his lap.

As she collapsed into him, the sofa sank deeply under their combined weight. It felt like the plush sofa was deliberately prepared for such things.

“Go ahead, feel my chest.”

Alpen wrapped his arms around the back of her head and pressed her face against his chest. Suddenly, Syria’s face was buried in Alpen’s pectorals, and she flailed in embarrassment.

“W-wait a minute.”

Her lips brushed against the warm, firm skin.

“My fiancée, you need a lot of attention.”

Alpen grinned slyly and spread his legs wider, causing Syria’s legs to open as well.

“Hnnn…”

Syria moaned softly, pushing him away, but Alpen gently guided her hands behind his neck and pressed his lips to hers. His soft tongue explored her mouth, and Syria squeezed his arms tighter.

Alpen skillfully moved his tongue, exploring every part of her lips and mouth, even playfully tapping her palate and wrapping around her tongue. His long tongue moved flexibly, pulling her in.

He soothed her gently, then suddenly held her tightly and kissed her deeply, blowing in hot breath and then stealing it away, causing Syria to make cute noises. The rhythm of his kisses left her dizzy.

“Hnnn… haa.”

“Do you like it?”

Alpen’s blue eyes sparkled as he asked, but he didn’t wait for an answer and kissed her again. His saliva glistened on her lips as he pressed in, exchanging slick kisses for a long time.

The intense kiss left Syria dazed, unable to open her eyes, swept away in the moment. Her cheeks puffed slightly from the swirling movement of their tongues.

“My Lady, you seem to like my lips too.”

Alpen whispered gently, pleased with her reaction. Syria was so embarrassed her ears turned red, but the sensation of his lips made her feel light-headed.

His thick, soft lips pressed against hers, and already her body was tingling. It wasn’t rough, but a kind and gentle kiss.

Alpen gently lifted her chin with his thumb and forefinger, breaking the kiss. Her lips, now shiny, had lost their red lipstick and turned peach-colored.

“Oh dear, your makeup is all gone.”

“Haa… ha…”

He sounded regretful, but his smile showed satisfaction. His thumb traced her lips with a touch she couldn’t describe, and Syria was completely lost in his passionate kiss.

‘He’s… really good.’

She recalled colleagues in the office restroom giggling about how a certain man was a great kisser. She’d thought all kisses were the same, but having never tried it herself, she’d been curious.

Since coming to this world, kissing felt wonderful. She’d enjoyed kisses with others, but Alpen’s kiss, like sitting in a hot spring, was the most relaxing.

‘Just how much experience does he have…’

She couldn’t help but wonder. His skilled movements clearly came from a lot of experience.

“You’ve taken my lips for the first time, so you must take responsibility.”

“F-first time?”

Syria was surprised by Alpen’s claim. Anyone could see he was no beginner; his skill was enough to tie cherry stems with his tongue. If it was true, Alpen was a god of kissing.

She wondered if their previous intimacy had also been his first, but shook her head, recalling that they hadn’t kissed when they were together at the Roxihart ducal residence.

‘He went straight for below, not my lips.’

He was in his mid-twenties and had plenty of admirers, so he couldn’t possibly be inexperienced.

“Aaah… Hugo, stop and put it in, please.”

The woman’s moaning voice from next door brought Syria back to reality. Although faces were hidden, the open top meant she couldn’t avoid hearing the sounds of others’ lovemaking.

‘Didn’t they say the original Syria seduced men with her body?’

She remembered, yet now the woman was pleading in a desperate voice. The contrast to her earlier dignified, fan-waving act was stark.

“My Lady, you are already wet, just from our lips touching…”

Alpen traced his fingers between her legs in a wide arc. Syria flinched at the touch, but Alpen didn’t stop.

When his fingers pressed below, something warm flowed out and dampened her underwear. The slightly moist panties became wetter and stickier from the stimulation.

“Haa…”

Alpen’s tongue slid down from her lips to her neck, licking and gently biting her collarbone. The heat pressed against her made her heart pound.

“Your heart is racing.”

Alpen commented, hearing the pounding like a patient’s heart. Soon, the clothes covering her chest were pulled away by his teeth, and her pale br*asts were revealed.

“Hah… ha… don’t…”

“Such beautiful br*asts.”

Alpen admired her full chest, which didn’t match her slender frame, his voice full of heat.

“If we do this here…”

No matter how much the setting encouraged it, doing such things in the Imperial Family went against Syria’s twenty years of dignified upbringing. She knew it was wrong, but her body, already heated, was out of control.

Alpen’s tongue gently licked her white br*asts, and his fingers, moving aside her thin underwear, played her like piano keys. She lost her composure.

His long fingers matched the wet sounds with their rhythm, tapping harder as she reacted. Playing slowly, then faster when her body jerked, he swept her inner flesh in a lively tempo.

At the same time, the stimulation from sucking her n*pple made Syria drop her head and gasp for breath. Her pale face bloomed with red roses.

“Haa…!”

“If you make such a face…”

Alpen buried his nose in her soft chest, sucking her hardened n*pple, then glanced up at her face and broke the kiss.

Collapsed against Alpen’s chest, Syria panted. His fingers moved up and down her sensitive flesh, and warm liquid flowed continuously.

Suddenly, the sound of a buckle being undone was heard, and her upper body tilted to the side.

“W-wait… haa…”

Alpen stroked her side, then pressed the tip of his hardened member against her wet entrance, holding her shoulder down.

The burning pillar parted her narrow entrance and entered, and Syria trembled as she accepted him. The heat rising from below was hotter than body temperature.

Alpen’s member, swallowed to the base by her weight, filled her completely, the blunt tip pressing as if to reach her womb. Her side tingled and she felt electricity run through her body.

Alpen, still joined with her, lifted Syria and pressed her against the side wall. Thud—the sensation of being pushed back, with the fullness in her lower belly vibrating, was transmitted clearly.

Alpen held her firmly in position, pressing her fiercely with his solid chest, leaving no space as he thr*st upward.

“Haa…! Haa… haaa!”

Syria’s vision rose and fell, her slender body trembling as she let out soft cries. Each time the thick member pushed in and out, clear fl*ids dripped down.

She surrendered to the burning pleasure, forgetting the cool wall at her back and the m*ans coming from both sides. Each time Alpen’s strong arms wrapped around her legs and lifted her, it felt as if something exploded, piercing through her mind.

“Ugh… You refused my ring, but now I see you were looking forward to this. This is not the behavior of a proper lady.”

Alpen criticized her for not fitting in with nobles, but never stopped moving his hips, thrusting even harder. He pulled her down with his powerful grip, then bounced her up, his pelvis colliding with her pale hips.

Thud, smack!

Each strong thr*st made her heart pound as if riding a Viking ship, and the inner walls were stirred relentlessly.

“Hnnn…! Haa… haa…”

As the rhythm of the wet, slick sounds grew closer, Syria abandoned any pretense of dignity and cried out.

Each time she was lifted and thr*st upward, her insides swelled and twitched, approaching cl*max. The movement that had been rubbing her inner walls suddenly stopped, and soon, hot liquid filled her contracting depths.

“You’re very sweet.”

As Syria’s head dropped in exhaustion, Alpen’s hand gently patted her back in praise. His voice was sweet as honey.