[Clumsy Confession]

Anyway, Belita decided to pretend not to notice. There was no need to make things awkward and embarrass him.

“A date…?”

“Aren’t we dating right now? So we should go on dates too.”

“Ah….”

He still remembered that?

When he had suggested they date, and they had only held hands while sleeping together, it had been so innocent that her heart would pound just from their lips touching. But since Crazy Rian reappeared, she had become accustomed to his body again to the point of forgetting they were dating.

Now, hearing the word “dating” again felt awkward, but it didn’t give her the same feeling as before.

“Wife.”

“Yes.”

When she raised her head at his call, his gaze was directed at her exposed br*asts. Feeling embarrassed, Belita quickly covered her chest.

“Oh my!”

Though she tried not to show it, the thought of Grand Duke Rian staring at her body made her instinctively hide in his arms. It was absurd to feel embarrassed about her br*asts while still having his c*ck inside her, but she couldn’t help it.

“Wife, this isn’t our first time….”

“S-still….”

“We did it every day….”

“Th-that was with Rian….”

“I just didn’t say anything, but that was also me……”

“……”

He seemed hurt. At the man’s trailing voice, Belita pulled away from his embrace. Still covering her br*asts, she gazed at his face. Same face, same body—it was all his flesh anyway, so she couldn’t understand what he was upset about.

Was he embarrassed…? Despite his words, seeing the man’s reddened face made her own face burn hot. They were still connected below, so what was this sudden awkwardness? Her lips felt parched in the awkward atmosphere.

“Wife.”

She felt as shy and clueless as a couple making love for the first time. Her body tensed, causing her lower region to twitch, and her heart felt like it would burst at his call. Her face felt like it would explode under the man’s direct gaze.

The man wrapped his thick arm around her slender waist and carefully pulled her closer. As her tense body straightened, her dark red n*pple brushed against the man’s lips. He smiled kindly, alternating his gaze between her flushed cheeks and eyes. It was a warm smile that seemed both unsuited for Rian yet perfectly fitting.

He gently grabbed her br*ast mound and stared intently. Why, why was he doing this…? She was already embarrassed enough, but when he looked at her like that while sensually kneading her br*ast, more fluid flowed from her already wet lower region. He rubbed his cheek against her er*ect n*pple, then repeatedly pressed his lips against it while looking up at her.

“Y-Your Grace…. Mmm, mmm.”

Her entire body felt like it was burning under his gaze as he sucked and licked her br*ast persistently. Unlike Crazy Rian who always pounced on her passionately, this gentle caressing made her lower abdomen flutter. Whether this one or that one, it was clear that Rian was naturally gifted in this area. Otherwise, it couldn’t feel this good.

Her plump b*ttocks began moving again under the man’s hands. His lips, which had been sucking her br*asts, stole her lips and devoured them, and her arms wrapped around his neck. Still maintaining eye contact, their wet tongues began licking each other’s saliva.

It felt strangely thrilling to put the man’s c*ck inside herself, sit on top of him, look down, and explore his lips. Her embarrassment disappeared, and reason was once again enveloped by instinct.

“Haah…. Ah, mmm….”

Today, every place his skin touched felt sensitive and stimulating. Her wet n*pples under his probing tongue, his hands kneading her plump b*ttocks, their perfectly joined lower bodies—not a single sensation was unpleasant. He continuously massaged her body, sucked her br*asts, and licked her lips. Occasionally he would thrust urgently, but would quickly calm down when her body twitched.

Was it because he was His Grace? If it had been Rian, he would have already thrust his unruly c*ck upward several times by now. While she appreciated the gentle consideration, she also felt a slight disappointment, wishing he would be a bit more aggressive at times.

She must have already grown accustomed to Crazy Rian’s passionate actions. Sometimes they felt overwhelming and excessive, but he always knew how to find and touch the places that made her feel good. Even with the same man, their lovemaking seemed to follow their personalities.

Worried about straining the baby, she moved languidly, but in her dissatisfaction, she rubbed her p*ssy against their connection point seeking pleasure. The proper man didn’t speak dirty words or try unusual positions. He simply entrusted everything to her while blushing. His passive behavior, different from Crazy Rian’s, made her impatient. But she couldn’t exactly ask him to touch her here or thrust there, so she had to find satisfaction herself.

Though she thought herself crazy, she couldn’t help feeling unsatisfied. It happened to be a time when her s*xual desire was heightened, and his movements in this long-awaited lovemaking were too gentle. If only she could mix half of each of them together. Not that it wasn’t good—just slightly unsatisfying.

“Haah…. Hmmmng….”

“Wife.”

“Hng, yes….”

“How is your stomach?”

“Ahmmng… it’s fine….”

“They said not to do it for too long as it would strain you. You must tell me if it’s difficult.”

“Hnng, yes….”

Despite the man’s concern, she continued moving back and forth, letting out sensual moans. Her body, captured by instinct, shook her hips obscenely with closed eyes, seeking the climax that felt just within reach. The man’s pride—his er*ect c*ck—continued to swim around her narrow inner walls, teasing her with each movement.

If only he would thrust at just one spot, she felt she could come, but the problem was that she was gradually losing strength. And she couldn’t say it out loud…. Huh!

As her struggling movements gradually slowed, the man who had been passively accommodating her grabbed her b*ttocks. After gently licking her constantly tilting and gasping neck, he briefly sucked her er*ect n*pple before releasing it.

“Now I’ll move. So lie down.”

“Hmng, aah! Haaah….”

He easily lifted her body and laid her down, then bent her knees, raising both legs. Whether he had actually learned it somewhere or not, his c*ck pushed in without reaching her womb and struck a different spot, making Belita clutch the sofa fabric and tremble. The pleasure that had been building up gradually grew larger. The awaited sensation felt like it would arrive soon.

“I’ll go a bit faster. You must tell me if it hurts or becomes difficult.”

“Haah, yes…. Aaahng!”

The thrusting that started slowly began to pick up speed. As he further closed the woman’s bent legs and raised his upper body to thrust, she could clearly see his c*ck being pulled into the narrowed hole. Though it was a sight she had seen many times and an act they had done many times, seeing this scene directly with his own eyes rather than the other personality’s felt strange yet incredibly good.

‘Damn it, so I’m that kind of man too.’

He had thought he had no s*xual desire, that it was the crazy one’s lust that made him desire her every time, but that didn’t seem to be the case. Since they shared the same body with only different mental states, he couldn’t say this obscene passion wasn’t his own.

He had blamed it on his dirty blood. He thought his possessiveness, obsession, and all the lewdness shown by his other personality were inherited from his cursed parents. He wanted to excuse that the desires of that dirty blood weren’t his, but his other personality’s.

So he tried to hold back. Both his lust and obsession for her. But once tasted, the carnal desire boiled whenever he saw her, and whenever he saw his other personality desiring her, he wanted to make her his woman even more. That’s when he realized. Blood truly couldn’t be deceived.

His father who sought pleasure from women other than his mother, and his mother who pretended to be noble while abusing herself as a substitute for her hatred toward his father and her vulgar affairs—they had taken away his basic human desire for lust. Or so he had thought. When he first saw the body of a woman who wanted to sleep with him so badly that she even threw away her pride and undressed, he felt nausea rather than lust.

But with Belita, he didn’t feel that way. When he first saw her undressed and lying next to him, he felt confused but not horrified or dirty. And the second time, when he kissed her while she was drunk, far from feeling disgusted, he was captured by lust he had never felt before and eventually embraced her.

Had he ever been so consumed by carnal desire in his life? No, never. Belita was the first.

Come to think of it, all his firsts were with Belita. Despite hating the idea of marriage, he married her, a woman he had just met, to avoid marrying other women. What a contradictory action that was. Yet she didn’t repel him. Was it because he thought of her as just an escape?