Chapter 5.4

The soft cries of a small bird fluttered as it took flight. A shadow of a creature circling above the luxurious glass ceiling briefly passed over her face.  

“Hnnngh… ugh… ah…”  

Her legs, spread open, trembled faintly. Oblivious to this, she lay twisting her body, her soft moans filling the air. Her skirt had been pushed up high, fully exposing her pale stomach, and the cushion she had gripped and pinched repeatedly was now wrinkled and creased.  

The wet and sticky sound reached her ears, muffled and disorienting. He was still buried between her legs, and her hazy eyes, which had reached climax countless times in the same position, were now unfocused.  

She didn’t even have the strength to ask how long this would go on. Her back was drenched in sweat, her toes cold and numb.  

The only sensation left was the relentless warmth of his tongue and lips teasing her below.  

“Ah… ah, ugh…!”  

Her limp body tensed suddenly. The slow-burning pleasure surged toward its peak once again. Her knees quivered, and her inner walls clenched tightly around his tongue as it delved deep inside her.  

As if pleased, he gently rubbed her swollen cl*toris with his thumb. Carnier let out a sobbing moan.  

“Hnnngh… ahhh…”  

Tears streamed from her eyes, while a thin stream of fluid flowed from below. His tongue pressed against her folds, smoothing out the tense ridges with soft, deliberate motions. Half of what spilled from her was caught in his mouth, while the rest trickled down the curve of her hips.  

“Please… no more… stop… ah…”  

Exhausted from tensing each time she cl*maxed, she felt utterly drained. Yet her lower belly still simmered with heat. Her half-aroused body craved deeper pleasure but lacked the strength to do anything about it.  

It felt as though she would be trapped in this shallow, unending cycle of pleasure forever.  

After sending her over the edge one last time, Servante finally rose. Carnier, trembling and barely holding herself together, didn’t even have the strength to look at him.  

He carefully explored her insides with his fingers. Her slick, swollen entrance eagerly welcomed his touch.  

One finger, then two, then three… As he added more, he closely watched her face. She only exhaled shallow breaths, showing no signs of pain.  

Finally, Servante loosened his trousers. His painfully swollen member sprang free, dripping with pre-release.  

“Ah… ahhh!”  

“Hah…”  

At last, he pressed himself into her. Slowly, carefully, he stretched her heated, sensitive walls, easing himself inside.  

Carnier’s hazy eyes widened as he let out a deep sigh. His efforts to prepare her had paid off—she took him in without a single cry of pain.  

Instead…  

“Hnnngh! Ah, ahhh…!”  

“…Well, this is unexpected.”  

Before he could even fully fill her, she cl*maxed again.  

Wiping away her tears, he paused for a moment.  

“Take it slow, alright? You might hurt yourself.”  

“Hah… hah… ahhh…”  

If she had been in her right mind, she would have glared at him and blamed him for all of this. But for now, she could only cling to him, gasping for breath.  

Once her trembling subsided and the tight grip of her inner walls relaxed, he began moving again.  

His pace was unhurried, almost torturously slow. It was enough to drive her mad.  

Carnier tried to pull him closer by gripping his collar, but his determination to avoid causing her pain was unshakable. In the end, she had no choice but to endure the relentless, simmering pleasure he offered.  

“Hah… ah, ahhh…”  

“That’s it. I’m all the way in now.”  

As he finally buried himself to the hilt, Carnier threw her head back, reaching another light climax. Gently, he brushed her damp hair away from her face, revealing her pale neck. The faint marks from the previous night, hidden under powder, were now visible again through the sheen of sweat.  

He left another mark on top of the old one as he lifted one of her legs. Her limp body followed his movements effortlessly.  

“Hnnngh…”  

He pushed even deeper inside her. The angle was different from the night before. She shivered slightly, realizing belatedly that her leg was now draped over his shoulder.  

When she looked up in a daze, she saw him stroking her lower belly as he met her gaze.  

“Does it hurt?”  

She shook her head weakly. He smiled, relieved.  

“Still, just in case, tell me if it does.”  

Then, he pulled out slightly before pressing in again, reaching deep inside her.  

“Hnnngh… ahhh…”  

The shallow, rhythmic thrusts lightly tapped against her deepest parts. Even this subtle movement was enough to unravel her already overstimulated body. Carnier gasped as he circled inside her, his movements deliberate and precise.  

“It’s… too deep… ahhh!”  

“Do you like it here?”  

Sweat beaded on his forehead, but he remained focused on her rather than his own desire.  

Keeping his movements shallow to minimize friction at her swollen entrance, he explored her depths, searching for the spots that made her tremble.  

“Hnnngh, there… ahhh… deeper… ahhh!”  

“I’ll remember that spot… right here…”  

“Hahhh…!”  

When he pressed firmly against the sensitive area with the tip of his length, her mouth fell open in a silent cry. Satisfied by her reaction, he kissed her pale leg draped over his shoulder.  

Though he couldn’t move as freely as he wanted, the snug fit of their bodies at this angle pleased him.  

Even without words, her trembling hips and the way her body clenched around him told him everything he needed to know.  

“…You like this too, don’t you? You just tightened around me.”  

“Hnnngh… ahhh…”  

Ah, so she had cl*maxed again.  

Seeing her half-lidded eyes and parted lips, he swallowed hard.  

He didn’t think of her as improper for climaxing so easily. If anything, he found it endearing and beautiful that she responded so earnestly to him.  

“As much as you’re enjoying this, let’s end it here for now, alright?”  

“Hah… ahhh…”  

“Don’t overdo it. Whatever we don’t finish today, I’ll make up for it in two days…”  

Having held back for so long, even he was nearing his limit. Gently, he adjusted his movements, holding her legs close to him as he moved with more intensity.  

The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, accompanied by the splashing of their combined fluids. He instinctively held her close, ensuring he didn’t pull out too far as he thrust.  

“Ahhh! Ahh! Ahhh!”  

“Hah… ahhh…”

The tight embrace of her body around him brought him to his release. He leaned forward, plunging himself into her deepest part. The warmth of his release filled her, spreading a wet sensation inside.  

Carnier instinctively tensed her lower abdomen at the raw sensation, and he exhaled roughly. A faint thrill swept over him at the realization that he had claimed his woman and planted his seed in her deepest place.  

It was truly time to end this.  

Reluctantly, he withdrew from her, her body still warm and inviting. Even after his release, his arousal remained firm, and as he pulled out, it was as thick and hard as before.  

Suppressing the urge to plunge back into her, he twisted his body to carefully withdraw. The sensitive entrance, still stretched by his size, was lightly grazed as the rounded tip of his length slid out.  

“Hah…!”  

“Ah.”  

Even the slightest movement was enough to stimulate her overly sensitive body. He sighed, gripping her trembling legs as her inner walls clenched tightly. The mixture of their fluids pooled and spilled from her.  

‘I should’ve stayed inside her.’  

The primal instinct whispered to him, but he resisted. He adjusted his trousers and gently pulled down her skirt. Then, he helped her trembling body regain some composure.  

“Are you alright?”  

“Ah… no, I’m not…”  

Carnier, with his help, managed to sit up, her face twisted into a pout. Her hands instinctively clutched at her skirt.  

Following her gaze, he guessed the reason. She must have felt his release trickling out of her.  

His lips, which had relentlessly tasted her earlier, now felt dry again.  

As Carnier gradually regained her senses, she glared at him with all the strength she could muster.  

“If you do this again…!”  

“…I’ll call for the maid.”  

Servante, knowing he couldn’t trust himself not to lose control again, quietly stepped away.  

* * *

After spending yet another unplanned moment with Servante, Carnier dressed herself again with the help of a maid. However, her energy had yet to recover. At his suggestion, she rested in the Crown Prince’s palace before preparing to leave. By then, the sun was setting.  

It wasn’t much later than the time she usually returned after her daytime visits, so she wasn’t concerned about the eyes of the public or the worries of the Duke’s household.  

“Are you really going to let me go tonight?”

“Your Highness, do you lack both courage and conscience?”

Carnier glared at him as he escorted her. She conveniently forgot her own actions that had encouraged him earlier. Servante, aware of his guilt for pushing her to her limits two nights in a row, humbly accepted her scolding.  

“You can call me by my name comfortably.”  

“…That was… earlier…”  

“I liked hearing it.”  

Although he spoke calmly, mindful of those around them, his eyes gleamed with expectation. Carnier’s cheeks flushed red as she hesitated.  

“…Servante.”  

“Yes, Carnier.”  

A quiet gasp rippled through those nearby. Carnier tried to act as if it didn’t bother her, but her heart pounded loudly.  

‘Why does this feel more nerve-wracking than a confession? Did he plan this?’  

‘Why does he keep acting so endearing, trying to steal my focus? Is this his indirect way of asking for a kiss?’

The two stood upright and aloof, facing each other with composed expressions, while those watching whispered among themselves. Although the couple had never shown signs of discord, their relationship seemed exceptionally harmonious as their wedding approached.

“…Tomorrow, I’ll be busy welcoming foreign envoys.”  

“I’ll be at the estate all day tomorrow for my wedding dress fitting.”  

“Then…”  

“We’ll see each other on our wedding day.”  

Standing by the carriage, Carnier hesitated to leave. Servante, too, seemed reluctant to let go of her hand, which he held for her escort.  

Eventually, it was Carnier who broke the silence.  

“…You know how long I’ve waited for this, don’t you?”  

“Yes. I’ve made you wait far too long.”  

“And you have no more reservations about marrying me?”  

“……”  

He tightened his grip on her hand briefly before slowly letting go.  

“The ‘debt’ remains. But you won’t have to worry about it.”  

“I’ll trust you.”  

They had exchanged similar words before. Carnier knew he hadn’t let go of the incident involving her parents’ deaths. In fact, it seemed he was planning something with her brother, the Duke.  

But instead of prying, she nodded. The loss of her parents was still a painful memory, but it was a matter to be resolved between her family and the Emperor. Both her brother and her fiancé were meticulous and reliable in such matters.  

“Then I’ll practice not trembling on our wedding day.”  

“And I’ll make sure I don’t lose my composure when I see you that day.”  

They both laughed simultaneously. Then, they let go of each other’s hands and stepped away.  

“See you the day after tomorrow.”  

“Yes.”  

The door to the carriage carrying her closed. Watching her wave from the window as the carriage pulled away, Servante thought to himself:  

This would likely be the last time I ever had to part from her.

But that rare moment of confidence and relief was misplaced.

On the day they had been waiting for—their wedding day—Carnier, who should have appeared in her white dress, was nowhere to be found.