Side Story 1

Recently, Celiana no longer felt burdened by gatherings of married women.

She had discovered that she and Robert shared similar tastes, and even enjoyed a rather satisfying intimate life together.

Now, she could understand why these women were so eager to bring up the topic of marital intimacy.

And today, as usual, it was the day of their regular tea party.

“I’ve learned how to read palm lines. Is anyone interested?”

The Lady of the Reblen Viscountcy, who had attended the gathering for the first time after her wedding last month, boldly brought up the topic.

“You can actually read them yourself?”

Curiosity flickered in the eyes of the ladies.

“Yes, that’s right. Apparently, you can learn a lot from palm lines.”

Recently, reading palms had become a trend in the capital’s social circles. Naturally, the ladies’ interest was piqued.

The Lady of the Reblen Viscountcy, pleased that her prepared topic was well received, smiled brightly and became more enthusiastic.

“I’ve learned quite a lot about it, so shall I take a look for you?”

“Oh my, yes, please.”

“Me too, please.”

Requests came in succession. It was said that palm lines could reveal things like fortune, love, lifespan, and so on.

And as if that wasn’t all, the Viscountess lowered her voice as if sharing a secret.

“And, you know, you can even tell about one’s libido.”

“Oh my, oh my.”

“Is that really true?”

Even those ladies who weren’t particularly interested found themselves drawn in by that statement.

Another Countess, who had been troubled by bedroom issues lately, quickly offered her hand.

“Actually, lately my husband seems to be avoiding it… Could you tell me? How do you read it?”

Some ladies even decided to learn how to check not only their own palm lines, but their husbands’ as well.

Celiana simply watched these ladies with a smile.

For a while, the Lady of the Reblen Viscountcy was busy checking and interpreting various palms.

About thirty minutes passed.

Having checked all the gathered hands, the Lady of the Reblen Viscountcy looked around to see if anyone was left.

Then, her eyes met Celiana’s.

“Would you like your palm lines read, Marchioness Dalton?”

“P-pardon?”

Celiana was startled by the Viscountess’s suggestion and quickly waved her hand.

“No, no, just listening to the stories is enjoyable enough for me.”

Truthfully, it would be a lie to say Celiana wasn’t curious. But she was afraid.

Unlike before, Celiana now had plenty of experience.

She no longer felt burdened talking about marital relations at these gatherings, but having her libido analyzed by others was still quite worrisome.

She spent extremely satisfying nights with her husband Robert, but even she thought her own libido was excessive.

Still, what could she do—she liked it too much.

In bed with Robert, Celiana couldn’t keep her composure.

He recreated exactly the situations she desired, and she couldn’t help but get excited.

Just last night, for example.

From the moment the collar was fastened, Celiana ceased to be human to Robert. She became nothing more than his obedient dog.

“My puppy, since we’re out for a walk, you need to relieve yourself.”

“H-here?”

“Where else? Would a dog do it inside?”

“…Well, no.”

“If you don’t listen to your master, you’ll get punished.”

In their private garden, where no one else walked, she was humiliated, n*ked except for the collar.

To prevent biting, a muzzle was placed on her mouth. She was treated entirely like a dog.

Even so, Robert didn’t stop thrusting his member inside Celiana’s inner walls.

“Helping with elimination is the master’s job.”

Using such excuses.

The night air was filled with the lewd sounds of their coupling, and whenever Robert got excited, he pulled hard on the leash.

Throughout the rough treatment, Celiana lost herself in dizzying sensations and flailed helplessly. It felt so, so good. At this rate, she really wouldn’t mind becoming a dog.

“Wait, stop… I’m about to… it’s coming out… hng!”

“Spread your legs. Just let it out.”

Eventually, the urge became overwhelming and Celiana pleaded with Robert, but nothing worked.

Thrust-thrust—

The pounding from behind only got faster. Smack-smack—the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed loudly.

After several intense thrusts, the head of Robert’s member stimulated her inside even more, and Celiana, feeling her lower abdomen tighten, spread her legs wide as he instructed.

Trickle—

She released clear liquid onto the grass, just like a dog relieving itself outdoors on a walk.

“Hng… ah… ha….”

“Well done. Good girl.”

Finally satisfied, Robert stroked her trembling head, still shivering with pleasure.

Of course, what was spilled onto the grass wasn’t urine.

It had only happened last night. Just recalling that thrilling moment made Celiana feel wetter between her legs.

With her daily life like this, if someone else checked her palm lines and discovered her immense libido…

‘That’s still embarrassing.’

Of course, these women didn’t see high libido as a flaw. In fact, they worried their husbands lacked it.

Even so, Celiana didn’t want to reveal this much about herself.

Perhaps it was because she had a different inclination from most women.

They probably wouldn’t enjoy hearing about how she liked being treated as a dog by her husband.

But contrary to her wishes, the Viscountess pressed again.

“Oh, but it’s not difficult to check just once.”

“Really, I’m fine.”

Celiana refused again, but if the Viscountess pressed one more time, she would have no choice but to comply.

Continued refusal was considered rude in noble society.

Ah, what to do. 

Celiana looked troubled.

“Viscountess, then may I ask you instead?”

“Oh my, Countess, of course.”

Fortunately, another lady stepped in, and the attention on Celiana was diverted.

Phew, she let out a short sigh of relief.

Still, curiosity was inevitable.

Celiana glanced at the Viscountess as she read another’s palm, listening closely.

“You compare the distance between here and here. The shorter the distance on the palm side, the greater the libido, apparently.”

“Oh my, oh my. Mine is really short!”

“When you get home, check with the Earl too. If yours and his are different lengths, that could be troublesome, hahaha.”

“What if it’s really long? That’s worrying.”

“No way, I’ll hope that’s not the case for you.”

Laughter erupted all around. For the Lady of the Reblen Viscountcy, today was surely a successful debut at the married women’s tea party.

Most women showed great interest in the palm reading she had prepared.

Celiana listened carefully to their conversation and cautiously opened her left hand.

‘So you compare these two lengths?’

Celiana’s green eyes lingered on her palm. A thick line beneath her pinky stretched across to below her middle finger.

She estimated the distance between where the palm line ended and the finger began.

Just as her gaze moved up to the joints of her middle finger—

‘…!!’

She suddenly felt something foreign between her legs. The sensation of something slipping inside her underwear and caressing her secret flesh made Celiana’s eyes widen.

“Hng…”

A short moan escaped through Celiana’s clenched teeth. Her right hand holding the teacup trembled.

A faint blush spread across her cheeks.

Though no one touched her, her body reacted as if something dramatic had happened, and she softly bit her lip.

“Oh my, Marchioness Dalton. Are you alright?”

“You suddenly look pale.”

Those nearby cast worried glances her way. But Celiana wasn’t unwell as they imagined.

‘R-Robert…’

Celiana wore that magical necklace around her neck, as usual.

Robert was playing another mischievous trick.

“N-no, it’s nothing.”

Celiana quickly kept a calm face and slowly shook her head.

Robert often stimulated Celiana’s body without warning, just like now.

At first, Celiana openly showed her embarrassment, but now she could maintain a poker face to some extent.

But today, focusing on palm lines, she had revealed more than usual.

“I must not have slept well last night, I’m just a bit tired.”

Celiana tried to brush it off as nothing.

But her body told a different story. Her inner walls were thoroughly soaked and stirred.

Squish—squelch—the sticky sounds between her legs felt like they echoed in her ears. A thick hand pressed firmly against her sensitive inner spots.

Without realizing, she tightened her vaginal muscles, and the object inside her responded by thrusting faster.

Robert, even far away, could probably feel her tightening.

Celiana’s hips trembled involuntarily.

‘Can’t let them notice.’

They were still mid-conversation. If she revealed herself again, the ladies would be even more interested.

These women had no idea how messy things were under her skirt, and would just ask more concerned questions.

If she were discovered…

Imagining such trouble made her blood rush faster.