“The date for the nobility council regarding next quarter’s regional taxes, whenever you’d like to schedule it……”

Even so, the way he pressed on with his duties was the mark of a dependable aide.

“Tomorrow if it’s not urgent. No one in this house is to set foot on the second floor from now until noon tomorrow.”

It was unlikely any of that reached Frederic’s ears.

“Until noon tomorrow, Your Grace?”

The master bedroom was on the second floor. The aide raised an eyebrow and looked back at Frederic, perfectly clear on what do not disturb the couple before tomorrow’s lunch meant.

Frederic gave no answer and swept past him, taking the stairs to the second floor at speed. Carrying a full-grown person, he moved with barely any difference from running unburdened.

“……How happy he must be.”

The aide watched Frederic’s long legs and the flutter of Margie’s dress hem between them, watched Frederic lean in to catch his wife’s murmured words and answer in a low voice before pressing his lips to her forehead and nose, and couldn’t look away.

“Well. You live long enough, you see everything.”

He pushed his glasses up one more time and let out a short sound of amazement at his employer’s complete loss of decorum.

Coming back down the stairs, he gathered the servants scattered across the drawing room, kitchen, dining room, balcony, garden, and stables, and conveyed his master’s instructions in terms rather more direct and unambiguous than the original phrasing.

Every person employed in the household that night had the good fortune of going to bed early and sleeping in the following morning. It was, by any measure, an unexpected holiday with permission to be lazy, so the staff had nothing but appreciation for their employers’ indecent private lives.

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗

“Are you hungry?”

Frederic asked Margie, undoing his jacket buttons, then his cufflinks, then the wristwatch on his wrist in turn after they reached the bedroom.

“Pardon?”

“Say so now if you are. I’ll have something simple brought up to the bedroom.”

“I’m not quite sure what you……”

“You won’t be getting a proper meal until tomorrow’s lunch.”

“Pardon?”

“Through the night here…… no, until the sun is high in the sky tomorrow.”

“……?”

“I intend to be at you like an animal until tomorrow afternoon, which means there won’t be time to go downstairs to eat until then.”

“……!”

Frederic gently pushed her shoulder where she sat on the edge of the bed. Her small body fell back onto the rustling mattress. At the same moment, the wristwatch he had just unbuckled fell with a soft thud near her head.

Roll, roll.

The watch rolled about one and a half times across the white bedding and flipped upside down, like a turtle showing its belly. The underside of the dial came fully into view.

Ugh, that eyesore of a fake. I need to throw it away immediately. Later, once Frederic falls asleep, I’ll sneak out and……

With that thought and a click of her tongue, Margie’s gaze drifted slowly over the back of the dial.

[To the esteemed P, with faith, admiration, longing, and devotion. Little M.]

Wow. A grade-A fake really does replicate even something like this with uncanny precision. Incredible!

“……?”

But that engraving……. I had it custom-made.

“Oh?”

Margie’s eyes went round.

“Not hungry?”

Frederic, already fully undressed from the waist up, tilted her chin toward him.

“Not hungry, but……. hnn.”

“Good. I’d hate to get a reputation as a duke so fixated on that business he starves his wife.”

His smile, eyes crinkling at the corners with warmth, looked like nothing less than proof of the dignity his ancestors had passed down to him.

“You’re already this thin. If I made you skip a meal on top of that, what would people think of me.”

Frederic ran his hand slowly over Margie’s delicate collarbone and the soft curve of her chest just below.

“Frederic, that watch……”

Her gaze kept drifting back to it anyway.

“Why does my wife keep staring at that.”

Frederic exhaled a shallow, displeased breath and turned her face toward him again.

“Is it because you find me lacking.”

His broad, almost vast chest filled her view entirely.

“No! Absolutely not! Of course not!”

Frederic laughed out loud at her loud, immediate answer, finding it endearing. He pressed his lips to hers several times, even going so far as to make little smacking sounds on purpose.

“Just so you know, darling.”

He lowered his voice and climbed over her, pressing down on her waist, hips, and thighs.

His solid weight, his warmth, his breath coming in quick pulls, all of it reached her one after another.

“That’s not a fake.”

Frederic buried his nose in her soft neck and murmured low enough to barely be heard.

“That is the watch you gave me.”

“……!”

“I’m sorry for the bravado about selling it.”

“Why would you lie about something like that!”

“My wife will never know, not in a hundred lifetimes. How stupid a man can get when he’s eaten alive by his own inferiority complex.”

His lips found her neck, and a brief, uncomfortable suction left a vivid red mark blooming on her skin.

“The reason I never told you I was at your debutante. That same stupid inferiority explains it.”

“Oh……”

Slow and deliberate, Frederic marked her skin again and again, each impression a quiet act of possession.

“At the only coming-of-age party my wife will ever have, I couldn’t do a single thing for you……”

“Hnn, oh.”

“Confessing that I fell for you at first sight, it felt selfish in itself.”

“……Frederic! There, huk……!”

“I love you, Margie.”

“Mm, hnn!”

Heavy longing, a quiet confession edged with want, a woman’s cry dissolving into the air. The atmosphere stretched, thick and charged.

“Ahk, hnn, ahh!”

Margie’s slight waist lifted off the bed. Frederic’s mouth had moved from her neck and collarbone, his suction finding its way between her thighs.

“Hnah, eek, that’s too, like that……! Ah, please!”

The sensation vibrating through every inch of her was overwhelming. She squirmed hard against it.

“Hk……!”

Before she could do anything with her legs, Frederic pressed down firmly on her flat stomach and inner thighs, leaving her with no room to move.

“Mm! Ahh! Hnn!”

Pinned and helpless, she took everything his tongue did to her, bold and shameless.

“Hah.”

He sucked at her l*bia, then pushed the tip of his tongue inside.

“St, op! Hnnooh, mmph!”

The slick press of his tongue tracing every fold raised goosebumps across her skin.

“Fre, de……! Eek!”

Margie’s hips bucked into the air again.

“Frederic! I’m, ahng, something’s wrong! It’s coming out, here, hnn!”

He lapped up every drop that spilled from her entrance, unwilling to miss a single one.

“Ah, good.”

He swallowed it with evident pleasure, his right hand working to soothe the c*ck standing rigid and demanding as a weapon.

“Hahk! Hk, hahk……”

The cl*max swept through her entirely. Flushed with embarrassment, Margie curled her half-bare body inward.

“Darling, you look like you feel, ah, very good.”

“Huk…… I’m embarrassed. You’re awful, Frederic……”

Her quick, hot breath landed against Frederic’s forehead.

“My wife told me to stop and I didn’t, and I made her come this much…… hah, being called awful is the least I deserve.”

“You’re terrible……”

“I know.”

“I hate you.”

“I know…… I understand. But, Margie.”

Beneath the hiked-up skirt, the small parted heat of her greeted him.

“What do we do about this.”

“Hnn, mm……”

His fingers pressed into the wet folds, and the sound that split open was startlingly loud.

“Quickly…… ah, Frederic, mm. Put it in……”

“You have to ask.”

“Oh?”

“Tell me what you want. Beg me for it.”

“Put it in…… please, hnn……”

“Where. How.”

“Hnn, oh……!”

The swollen head grazed her soaked entrance, and the slick friction made her shiver visibly.

“Deep inside me, where I’m so wet…… your…… mm? Please, Frederic…… mm, hnn……”

Swallowing the trembling end of her plea, Margie’s eyes went glassy with need. Frederic had already brought her to one *rgasm with his mouth, but the raw want in her reached past that, demanding something more.

“Oh my. My wife has become……”

Madness crept into Frederic’s green eyes, burning as they watched her.

“A woman who can’t be satisfied by anything but my c*ck.”

“Mm……”

“Right. Whatever my wife wants, I’ll give her……”

Thr*st.

“Hahk!”

“Ah……”

The driving push stopped halfway in.

“You’re so tight inside, and you’re clenching so hard around me…… hah.”

His brow, crushed under pleasure, furrowed beautifully.

“Take more, darling.”

“Ahng! Ah!”

“All of it. Mm?”

“I can’t, huk!”

“Why not. You can.”

Push.

“Hah, huk!”

“……Ah.”

“Ah! Mm, hnn! Slow, slow! I don’t want, ahng!”

“Your body’s saying something different, hah.”

Thwack!

“Hnnah!”

“You like it so, mm, much.”

“Stop! It’s so deep! Huk! Too, huk, fast, Frederic!”

The measured thrusting was losing all restraint.

“How could I stop. With a wife this lovely.”

“Ahh!”

Deep inside her, the swollen c*ck struck the hidden wall of her womb. Each time it did, Margie cried out high and sharp, and Frederic drove into her again and again, alternating force and care, pulling her toward the peak.

“Eek, deep……, hnah…… huk……”

The unrelenting pleasure was enough to make Margie lose consciousness entirely.