Chapter 16

“Ah, hng…!”

Avgenia’s hips trembled at the sensation of hot flesh licking her folds.

“Le-Lexie, so… mmm!”

Startled by the sudden act, Avgenia tried to stop the man’s head buried in her skirt, but couldn’t manage it.

“Wait, mm, wait, haah.”

His hot tongue stood firm, parting Avgenia’s folds again and again, teasing the thin membranes front and back, building up gentle stimulation that flowed along her inner thighs.

Avgenia instinctively tried to move her legs, but Alexei’s warm hands held her thighs firmly apart.

“Mmm, Lexie, mm, mm, mm…”

She’d learned swordsmanship with him as a child, but it had been years since Avgenia held a sword, and her slender hands were no match. She gave up pushing Alexei’s head away, letting herself be swept away by the sensations beneath her. The teasing touch of hot flesh on either side of her entrance sent distant waves of pleasure rolling in.

Ah, really.

This was driving her crazy.

Barely stifling her moans, Avgenia tried to look down at herself through feverish eyes.

So, how did it come to this…?

〈You mustn’t regret it.〉

The man’s quiet ultimatum was followed by him climbing onto Avgenia’s bed. Or perhaps he’d pulled her down first. Or maybe he’d already lifted her skirt…

Anyway, in an instant, Avgenia was lying in the middle of the bed. While she tried to make sense of her changed view—

〈Lex…ie…?〉

〈You said it’s important to be good at this.〉

By now, Alexei was rubbing both sides of her pelvis under her skirt, looking like someone barely holding back. She hadn’t seen his expression so disordered since he was a crying or yelling eight-year-old.

〈You said you like that, right?〉

He didn’t wait for an answer. While Avgenia’s crimson eyes darted anxiously over his face, her underwear had already been torn off and tossed under the bed. Alexei’s hands trembled as they caressed her s*x under the skirt.

So, right now…?

As Avgenia’s mind finally caught up to the meaning of his actions—

〈Mmm…!〉

Alexei buried his face under her skirt, into her s*x.

And from that moment, like a man finding water after a long drought, Alexei hungrily started to suck at Avgenia’s v*lva.

She vaguely recalled seeing a meaningful silhouette at the front of his pants…

“Ha, mm…!”

Noticing Avgenia’s distraction, a new sensation struck like lightning.

His tongue plunged deep inside, scooping up the depths of her folds. As if trying to fill a canyon with his tongue, he swept both sides of her l*bia, finally catching her most sensitive spot.

“Mm, mm…”

He wrapped his tongue around the base, sucked on the bud, pressed and rubbed it with his tongue… Sensing its uniqueness, Alexei now focused on stimulating her cl*toris.

〈The most important part is here, the cl*toris.〉

Had she taught him that?

Avgenia had no energy to refute her own teasing lesson. He nibbled the surface, licked the thin wings at the sides, bit down gently, pushed his tongue wide into her entrance while nudging her cl*toris with his nose…

He was relentless.

“Mm, mm, mm…”

Her whole s*x tingled, pulsed with the signs of pleasure his tongue delivered to her folds and cl*toris.

〈Above all, you have to suck well.〉

She’d boasted to Alexei, but had rarely been so thoroughly pleasured. Avgenia had spread rumors of promiscuity but used tricks to avoid truly living up to them, so many men, left frustrated, missed the honor of kissing the Imperial daughter’s s*x.

Anyway…

Alexei Ramantus, who never saw her as a woman, who only showed annoyance at her teasing, who she’d loved all her life, was now desperately sucking her s*x.

And with such unexpected skill, flooding her with pleasure.

Unable to believe this surreal situation, Avgenia’s trembling fingers reached for her skirt. The pleasure from Alexei kept making her arch her back, and after several failed attempts, she finally managed to pull her skirt up.

Between her spread knees, buried in her s*x, was Alexei Ramantus’s light brown head.

‘Oh god, oh my…’

She’d set this up, but seeing it with her own eyes, she still couldn’t believe it. Was the man with his face buried in her crotch really Alexei?

Panting from the sensations Alexei’s tongue and lips gave her, Avgenia reached out and tangled her fingers in his hair again.

“Lexie, hng, Le-Lexie…?”

Lost in the moment, he only sped up his tongue, pressing it firmly against her cl*toris. The heat pooled below her navel, swelling and making her buck her hips.

“Hng, mm, Lexie, uh, ah, show me your face…”

Her fingers brushed through his hair urgently, and finally, his head hesitated and slowly lifted from her s*x.

Beyond her silver curls, his eyes shone with the blue Avgenia had always thought was the most beautiful shade in twenty years. In their depths, there was a wholly unfamiliar heat.

“Ah…”

The heat in her voice, the first since he’d removed her underwear, warmed her s*x.

“Your Highness… you said you like to start slowly.”

Avgenia’s face flushed in an instant.

〈At first, I like to start by licking gently, like soothing, but as I’m about to reach climax, I prefer when it gets rough and intense.〉

She really had said that… Avgenia wanted to smack herself for the nonsense she’d babbled weeks ago.

Alexei’s expression subtly darkened, perhaps in response to Avgenia’s flushed face.

“So, should I… start over from the beginning?”

“Ah, well…”

Alexei’s brows furrowed faintly with a touch of irritation, and Avgenia couldn’t easily reply, just staring at his face for a while.

Maybe because he’d just been absorbed in pleasuring her, the skin under his eyes was red. He always had dark circles from chronic fatigue as Avgenia’s aide, but lately, his sleepless nights had made them even darker. That weary gaze, now tinged with desire, was pure decadence. And the lips that were usually expressionless or sarcastic when dealing with her now glistened with saliva—or something else.

To top it off, his brows were drawn together in irritation.

Just looking at that face made Avgenia feel heated below; she thought she might go mad just seeing the face he made when struggling not to climax.

It was strange to recall the gentle Alexei Ramantus she’d loved for so long, but at this point, it didn’t matter.

“No.”

Avgenia steadied her breath and replied calmly.

“J-just keep going.”

“…Yes.”

“Mmm…!”

The man’s head buried itself once more between Avgenia’s thighs.

He licked up the fresh wetness, gently teasing each layer of exposed membrane as if to moisten what had dried, and kissed her entrance as if soothing it, imagining putting himself inside, thrusting his tongue deep, mouthing her whole v*lva, and then savagely teasing her cl*toris with lips and tongue…

“Mmm, mm, ahh, haa…”

With each movement of his mouth, Avgenia’s fragmented moans echoed above his crown. Hearing those sounds, Alexei grew ever more desperate to hear more.

Alexei truly had no composure.

Absolutely none.

‘You idiot.’

His state could be summed up in two words: ‘out of his mind.’

Since his first wet dream in adolescence, he’d never imagined being with any woman other than Avgenia. Every fantasy, every act of self-pleasure had been about her.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have endured so many miserable nights alone, clutching himself in rooms where she’d slept with other men.

For him, the chance to taste the real Avgenia, not just in dreams or imagination, and to be rejected—was a huge loss.

After that day, he’d avoided even seeing her face for fear of arousal, but secretly, Alexei had made a vow.

If, by any chance.

If even once, that golden opportunity was given again.

He would never let it go.

But he wasn’t bold enough to seduce her openly, nor did he want to be granted the chance out of pity for his obvious desire.

So, to create the best situation, he’d submitted his resignation as a tactical retreat.

Yet the trip only doubled his torment.

‘I can’t be worse than that b*stard.’

He had no room to play hard to get, knowing she’d been with someone else before him. Even her careless sleep after bathing, which led to a cold, was somehow so sensual that Alexei devoted himself to caring for her just to forget his desire.

He didn’t even need to make a conscious effort. Serving Avgenia had been his lifelong job since he first stepped into the Imperial Palace as her companion.

So, if tonight she needed a man because she was heated—

If it wasn’t just teaching him, but because she finally wanted him—

Alexei had no way to refuse.