The Ruthless Circumstances of the Monstrous Duke - Chapter 20

“I’ll confess. I’m quite interested in that kind of thing of yours.”

The tip of her br*east was swallowed into his mouth. As he sucked fiercely while kneading with his large hand, Marienne bit her lip.

Her mind went blank. Tears welled up at the sensation of being sucked and bitten in his wet, moist mouth. He teased her nipple with his tongue, then bit and released her br*east repeatedly like a dog gnawing. Then, when Marienne groaned and whimpered, he took it fully into his mouth and sucked hard.

“Ngh, Your Grace! Duke Bernac!”

He raised his savagely glowing red eyes.

“Wrong. That bastard isn’t here.”

“The healing isn’t fin…!”

Her lips were stolen again. His violent tongue probed and stirred inside her mouth. Every time she shook her head, he persistently followed, eventually entwining their tongues. Her moistened br*easts rubbed against his rock-like muscles.

“Ah…!”

As the storm-like kiss subsided, Nigel raised his head.

After satisfyingly gazing at Marienne’s swollen lips, he gently rubbed them with his own lips as if savoring the sensation.

Nigel’s initially subtle hip movements became increasingly intense as he dug into her crevice.

Though he was still clothed, she could feel it clearly. Tears flowed from the corners of Marienne’s frightened eyes at the unmistakable thickness and length.

“Why are you crying? We haven’t even started yet.”

Nigel gently overlapped her wet lips. Then he lifted her nightgown up to her navel.

His thick fingers, delving into her undergarments, enjoyed the rough texture of her pubic hair. Nigel covered her entire womanhood with his palm as if to soothe it, spreading her moistening flesh.

His hot breath dampened Marienne’s ear. Kissing her again, Nigel raised his middle finger to stroke her inner flesh lengthwise, then pushed it into her slick opening.

At that moment, a golden gleam flashed across Marienne’s dark brown eyes.

The powerful energy that surged within her was fully transmitted to Nigel through their touching lips.

With a soft sound, his lips lost strength and slid to Marienne’s chin, then to her ear.

Soon after, the huge man’s body went limp.

“Haa, haa.”

As the desperate tension eased, the gleam in Marienne’s eyes also faded. Marienne blinked at the intense energy she experienced for the first time.

What was that just now?

It was completely different from her usual healing. It was more intense and the healing was so brief it could be called instantaneous.

Marienne first pulled out his finger that was inside her embarrassing part.

“Ugh!”

As time passed, the fierce pounding gradually subsided.

It’s not like you didn’t expect this, right? There’s no need to make a fuss after making a contract.

Take my insignificant virginity, go ahead.

Marienne put on a brave face, but she couldn’t stop the tears from flowing.

Roughly wiping her wet cheeks, she pushed Nigel who was lying on top of her.

But the more she did so, it only resulted in rubbing against him.

“He must be made of stone. Too heavy.”

Marienne pushed his shoulder to the side with all her might.

Even if it’s difficult, I have to do something before morning comes.

It would be a disaster if a maid saw this state.

But… this is strange. Why am I so sleepy? I wasn’t the one who received healing. Maybe it’s because I used more energy than usual.

Yawning while trying to keep her heavy eyelids open, Marienne finally dropped her hand that was pushing Nigel and fell asleep.

A moment later, Rahta came down the bed post.

Looking at the two sleeping people, he made a groaning sound.

“Lady Ariel, what should we do with these two?”

Rahta pondered while stepping on Nigel’s cheek with his feet blackened from running around.

“That’s right, Lady Ariel! There’s no romance, I tell you. People these days are like that. Maybe because the world has become so harsh.”

As if there was a ghost, he muttered like he was having a conversation.

“Aha! That’s not bad? I’ll do it right away.”

Rahta plucked the flowers that were blooming profusely on every part of the bed frame.

Although the plants were unusually lush today, he didn’t think much of it and hummed a tune.

Then he haphazardly stuck the colorful flowers in Nigel and Marienne’s hair.

Rahta was pleased as he sprinkled the remaining flowers over the two as if bestowing a blessing.

“See, I told you romance was needed.”

Outside the window, it was still raining. The rainwater soaked the castle and flowed down to the dry land.

Early the next morning, a maid urgently knocked on Marienne’s door.

“Are you awake? Miss Rose, the Baron is looking for you! Miss Rose!”

Aaron anxiously tapped the toe of his shoe.

His lord had disappeared overnight without a word.

Could he have been attacked by Heath’s troops who had infiltrated?

It might be an assassin sent by the Emperor or another spy of the Count.

If not that, it could be families who view the lord as a thorn in their side.

Good heavens! There’s nothing but enemies all around.

Aaron pushed the maid aside and knocked loudly.

“Miss Rose! Miss Rose!”

When there was no answer, Aaron gestured towards the keyhole. It was a signal to forcibly open the door.

“Miss Rose, we’re coming in.”

The maid entered after opening the door with the master key.

The room was drenched with rain that had blown in through the open window, causing the curtains to flutter.

But that was nothing compared to the bizarre sight before their eyes.

“Ahhh!”

The maid collapsed in shock, and the Baron stood speechless.

Vines, thick branches, roots, leaves, and flowers were tangled together, covering the bed frame and strangely extending to the ceiling.

Inside what had become like a nest, the Duke was sleeping, embracing Marienne.

“W-what… what is all this, Baron?”

“I don’t know either.”

The maid placed her hand on her startled chest and stood up trembling.

“Should we wake them up?”

Cruel methods of silencing the maid flashed through Aaron’s mind, but he just shook his head.

“I’ll do it. You may leave now.”

The maid who left the room rushed to the kitchen to deliver news that would be enough to make one faint.

Aaron decided to use the rumors that the loose-lipped maid would spread.

The relationship between Miss Rose and his lord would have been revealed eventually anyway.

As the rumors spread naturally, they would reach the Emperor’s ears as well.

The more public their relationship as lovers became, the less likely the Emperor would be to act rashly.

Of course, there remained the task of introducing her to society at the right time.

Aaron looked around the bed that had become a small forest once more.

If the Emperor were to learn of her abilities…

Knowing his lord’s obsession with what’s his, Aaron couldn’t help but shudder at the thought.

Seeing no signs of the sleeping pair waking up, Aaron moved away from the bed and stood facing the wall.

For the sake of his embarrassed lord and his bella.

“Ahem! Hem hem! Your Grace, it’s time to wake up.”

Hearing that, Nigel’s eyelids twitched.

The warm and soft sensation in his arms felt so good that he was reluctant to wake up. And it was fragrant too…

He pressed his lips to the hair tickling his chin.

He could tell without looking. The person in his dream would be smiling just like him.

Filled with affection, he pulled the intertwined legs closer. The pressure resonating in his pelvis was ecstatic.

“Your Grace. Your Grace.”

Aaron?

Nigel frowned unpleasantly and opened his eyes. He was met with startled rabbit-like eyes.

The troubled brown eyes reminded him of last night.

The thirst that made him want to possess her so badly. The beast-like lust that overwhelmed him.

And the crazy monster that willingly ran wild.

Hah… damn it.

“What should we do? Should we pretend to be asleep?”

Marienne Rose, who had burrowed into his arms, whispered.

Nigel wrinkled his nose bridge and expanded his chest. It seemed the aftereffects of the seizure remained.

Or perhaps the witch-like woman had played some trick. Just look at the chaotic flowers stuck in his hair.

Nigel abruptly sat up. As he was about to leave the bed, he covered her with the blanket.

Not even a single strand of hair should be visible.