Chapter 26

“Well, I think she’s probably some kind of god.”  

“‘Probably’?”  

Could you really use a word like ‘probably’ before ‘god’? And besides, god?  

Celiana, who’d never had any religious faith, was confused.  

But Robert just shrugged as if it was no big deal.  

“When I was studying in Periwel, I heard about things like this. Sometimes, miracles happen. Especially in the Holy Kingdom. I’ve heard it’s common there, but now we’re the ones who’ve experienced a miracle.”  

He was right. They’d experienced something mysterious, so all they could do was believe.  

Suddenly, Celiana remembered the strange words the old woman had said to her.  

“The other person will think it’s a dream. So enjoy it to your heart’s content.”

“Huh? Enjoy it?”

“If you’re grateful, pray to me sometimes.”  

“What do you mean…”

Celiana couldn’t help but think that maybe the old woman was the god of Bondage Cathedral.

Maybe it was because Celiana, who could have shared her desires and worries, kept suffering in silence, that she was viewed with such affection.

“Hmm, then, is it related to Bondage Cathedral after all?”

Celiana asked.

“Is that really important?”

“Huh? Then what is…”

Celiana trailed off, her breath catching as she felt the vivid leather against her neck.

Wasn’t this the collar she’d hurriedly taken off earlier?

She bowed her head for a moment and confirmed the leather collar fastened around her neck, her heart pounding.

When she looked up again and met Robert’s eyes,

Celiana saw the unmistakable desire flickering in his gaze.

She lost her words, unable to finish her question or hear Robert’s answer.

“Nngh…”

Suddenly, the leash was pulled tight, her head drawn forward. Robert’s hot tongue invaded her mouth, answering her interrupted question with passionate affection.

Like a thirsty traveler needing a drink, he hungrily drew her saliva, and Celiana slowly closed her eyes, accepting his loving desire.

Yes, what mattered now was that they had come to know each other’s secrets.

Even if they let loose the desires they’d suppressed for two years, there wouldn’t be enough time.

***

Slap—

“Nngh!”

In the darkness at the end of the second-floor hallway of Dalton Marquisate, Celiana’s moan echoed.

Its source was Robert Dalton’s office.

Celiana was bent over Robert’s desk, as if being punished.

Her slip skirt was pulled high, resting at her waist, and bright red marks bloomed on her exposed backside.

Robert’s gaze dropped a little lower, fixed on Celiana’s secret place.

With a detached expression, he pressed two fingers together, probing her flushed flesh.

“Ah, ah…!”

A cloudy release dripped from her twitching entrance, but Robert frowned, dissatisfied with the amount.

“Spilling so much… are you trying to entice someone else?”

“N-no, I’m not…”

“Then explain why there’s barely any left.”

His fingers dug deeper. Scraping her uneven inner walls, Celiana shuddered, tightening her thighs.

“I gave you plenty in the morning, and now you’re ungrateful, wanting someone else’s seed?”

“That’s not true. Really, it’s not.”

Celiana pleaded desperately. She had tried all day not to let any of it spill, but apparently half had escaped.

Robert, displeased, remained merciless.

Slap—

His other hand struck her backside.

“Nngh!”

The sharp pain made Celiana arch her back, her inner walls squeezing his fingers hard.

Robert gave a sly smile.

“See? Even your body is desperate for my fingers. Imagine how you’d react to someone else.”

Celiana’s legs trembled at his accusations. Her lower belly felt heavy, as if her womb were swelling.

“You haven’t forgotten I said I’d check tonight. You must not be satisfied, so you did it on purpose.”

She was telling the truth, but Robert wouldn’t believe her.

Ordinary people might feel frustrated when not believed, but Celiana felt the opposite.

Being demeaned like this only heightened her excitement, making her body burn.

For Celiana, it didn’t matter if he believed her or not.

All she wanted was for him to fill her completely, right now. Fingers weren’t enough.

No, what she truly wanted was to hold Robert’s hot, hard desire inside her.

There was only one way. She had to beg for forgiveness.

“I’m sorry… I won’t let a single drop escape next time.”

Celiana pleaded sincerely, desperate to feel the thick tip scraping her inner walls, to relieve the burning deep inside.

She felt she could do anything for that.

“I only know your desires, Master, so please, believe me.”

“Hah.”

He sighed, as if exasperated. His fingers slid out of her body.

Celiana was seized by fear. What if Robert didn’t forgive her? What if he didn’t fill her?

But then—

“I’ll let it slide just this once.”

Robert’s permission made relief flash across Celiana’s face.

“Yes, yes… please, give it to me…”

Seeing Celiana beg submissively, shaking her enticing hips, Robert’s expression softened.

“All right. Since you want it so badly, I’ll give you one more.”

Gulp.

Celiana’s throat bobbed with anticipation.

Bent over, all she could see was the desk before her. She had no idea what Robert was about to do behind her.

Not knowing when he’d enter only made her more excited.

She heard the sound of his clothes being undone.

Soon, the hot tip of him pressed against her eager entrance.

Would he go slow? Or all at once? As Celiana tensed and raised her hips,

“Nngh…!”

Without hesitation, he pushed in, and Celiana bit her lip at the overwhelming pressure inside her.

Her already slick walls welcomed his size eagerly.

“You’re sucking me in like you can’t get enough.”

Soon, his thick length began driving into her.

“Ah, ahh!”

Every deep thrust drew a moan from Celiana.

“You’re squeezing so hard, you might snap me off.”

Watching her from behind, Robert moved his hips fiercely, then reached for the slip fabric at her back and tore it apart.

“Ah!”

With a ripping sound, the back of her slip split in two.

The half-ruined dress sagged down, no longer covering her chest.

Thrust—squelch—

“Ah, nngh!”

Now, with every movement, her bouncing br*asts came into view, satisfying Robert.

Being completely n*ked was nice, but seeing her half-dressed like this was even more enticing.

Pressing close, Robert squeezed her br*asts tightly.

“Ha, ah!”

A moan mixed with pain and pleasure escaped her.

“Why don’t you announce to the world that you’re taking me? Hm? Is there someone out there you want to hear?”

“Nngh, mm…”

At his words, Celiana tried to stifle her moans, tightening her throat.

Despite her effort, Robert mocked her.

“When I’m not here, you want anyone to fill this hole.”

“No, ah, never… nngh, ah!”

Celiana shook her head, but Robert continued regardless.

“Who knows, maybe there’s some pervert behind the door listening to your moans, touching himself.”

It was Robert’s own experience, but he spoke as if someone else would desire her just the same.

Squelch—smack—

Their bodies pressed together, wet flesh making obscene sounds as they clung and parted.

“Ah, nngh!”

“Mm. Ha.”

The peak of pleasure was approaching for both of them.

Words ceased; only the intimate conversation of their bodies continued.

Thrust—

His massive length, veins bulging, moved inside her, making Celiana’s inner walls quiver without pause.

After several more fierce movements,

“Nngh!”

A burst of pleasure swept through Celiana’s body, her inner walls convulsing, gripping him tightly.

“Ha…!”

Robert groaned, tasting a sensation like release. After a few more thrusts, he spilled himself deep inside her.

“Ah, Robert…”

Feeling the lingering warmth of their climax, a happy smile naturally appeared on Celiana’s lips.

Smooch—

Still flushed, Robert bent to kiss her neck and shoulder.

In the quiet aftermath, they didn’t exchange many words, but shared their satisfaction fully.

Since that day, their marriage had grown much closer. Celiana and Robert had revealed all their preferences to each other, without hiding anything.

Just today, they’d shared another passionate morning together.

Robert, reluctant to stop as work approached, told Celiana he’d check in the evening to see if she’d kept his seed inside, making her heart flutter.

Whether it was fear of the first time, or a late bloom, Robert had been coming home earlier and earlier these days.

And it never ended with just one round, so tonight would be long again.

‘What’s next?’

Celiana naturally looked forward to what would come.

At that moment, his thick length slipped out of her body. The emptiness where it had been left her feeling oddly hollow.

Robert turned her slender body to face him. Celiana, her legs weak, slid down to the floor, leaning against the desk.

“How about being a prisoner this time, Celiana?”

She heard the clinking of metal above her head.

‘A prisoner?’

Celiana and Robert’s preferences matched remarkably well.

Even if one of them started a role play in the middle of intimacy, the other could immediately join in and enjoy it.

Just like now.

When Celiana looked up at Robert, she saw metal chains in his hands.

Thump, thump.

Her heartbeat rang loudly.

It was a scene she had long wished for.

“I’ll be the interrogator. You’ll be prisoner number 86, Celiana Dalton.”

Number 86—probably taken from Celiana’s birthday, August 6th.

Robert was quick-witted.

Celiana didn’t reply; instead, she held out her arms, waiting for him to restrain her with the chains.

Clink—

The cold metal wrapped around her wrists.

‘I’m happy.’

Celiana was no longer lonely.

She no longer had to secretly indulge her desires alone.

These days, as she felt her difficult two years being compensated, there was nothing more she could wish for.

With Robert, who understood and accepted everything about her, only more happiness awaited them.

There would be nothing more to hide from each other.

“Interrogation begins now.”

Robert—the interrogator’s voice—whispered in her ear.

It would surely be a long, long interrogation.

-The Couple Who Hide Their Preferences. 完-