I pushed him away as if fleeing and turned my back. He embraced me from behind. As if sensing my condition, he planted small kisses on my shoulder, then suddenly began gently touching my wet entrance.
“Ah, ……no, Your Highness,”
“Won’t you allow me?”
“—Yesterday, you already did it,”
He pulled me tightly into his embrace from behind. He kept touching that place. I could feel the texture of the ceremonial clothes he wore against my entire body. When I just shook my head, he roughly stripped off his own clothes.
“Should I take off more?”
When I couldn’t answer, my body was immediately turned around. He pressed me down with his hot bare skin. He observed me calmly with darkened eyes.
“What should I do?”
I was laid down like the beginning again. As he inserted his fingers to rub the places I felt and gently caressed my chest with his other hand, making me unable to endure, I just nodded my head slightly.
“Once…… just once,”
“Alright. -ah,”
“Sl, slowly, wait… —ngh, Your Highness,”
Even though I tried to relax as if I could accept it, my insides kept stubbornly resisting. Even though I knew it would be more comfortable not to do so.
He moved slowly. He watched me as he entered slowly, and when it actually happened, I was flustered. When I covered my face, hot, large hands kept pulling my arms down.
Again, he entered. With my wrists held, I just squeezed my eyes shut. I bit my lips. He kissed me. As he violently tangled our tongues while shallowly thrusting his hips, frantic moans leaked out. My waist shook. As if it was no longer mine, below twitched continuously.
“Ah… don’t, look,”
He controlled his own excitement, trying to finish quickly and shallowly so as not to strain me. I panted and held back my struggling so as not to stimulate him.
Benedict slowly reduced his speed. He finished. At the feeling of my insides becoming wet like yesterday, heat surged from my ears.
He lingered as if savoring it, then gently withdrew.
“It’s over…… it’s over,”
“Yes, it’s over……”
Benedict grasped my hand, intertwining our fingers as he bit his lips. Gripping our fingers tightly together and gently tangling our tongues, he suppressed his excessive excitement. We caught our breath amid the residual heat, trembling, and each other’s faint pheromones.
“Haa……”
My penis was pressed against what had become hot again.
From past experience, I knew that he didn’t count this kind of act by the number of times. Not knowing what to do, I opened my eyes. It’s okay, he whispered very close in a very low voice after parting his lips.
Being pressed down, heavily, rubbed. Even though I tried not to, trembling breaths kept leaking through my teeth. My vision, dizzy with excitement, was completely filled with only him. When I avoided his gaze that looked down persistently while rubbing our lower bodies, Benedict released our interlocked hands. He embraced my waist tightly. My lower body was lifted.
Between my thighs spread wide as I was lifted powerlessly, he began rubbing freely. I swallowed my caught breath and frantically gripped his firm shoulders, his arms. It was too hot and tingling. Unable to bear it, the back of my head was messily crushed against the sofa. My body twisted while supporting my weight on my shoulders. Benedict strongly held and embraced me as I struggled to escape.
Rough, burning sensations, slippery, obscene sensations of rubbing. At his voice saying he loves rubbing against me so much, sobs like crying burst out. In the end, I pulled him tightly into my embrace.
“Really, are you going to leave?”
Are you going back? He kept asking obvious things while rubbing his lips against my ear.
I was held tightly, entangled. I want to be with you. His voice came through, buried in the hot body temperature pressing down on me.
It felt so good that our chests were pressed tightly together, inseparable. Ah, Joachim, the voice layering at my ear calling my name was so warm. I embraced his firm neck. As my body shook, his hair slipping through my fingers was meltingly soft.
I want to touch you more. He whispered. I want to be by your side. It felt like being trapped in a prison made of his breath, his body heat.
After a moment hotter than a summer night, fierce breaths mixed. Finally, we both soaked each other.
I opened my eyes at the hand stroking through my hair. I seemed to have lost consciousness for a moment.
“Are you okay?”
Like before, a moist kiss landed on me.
I frantically drank the water he gave me.
Even though I felt like my body temperature had gone down, wondering if everything was really over, I couldn’t move at all. Looking at the outside visible through the gap in the curtains, which was still bright, it seemed like one or two hours had passed.
I was only following the scattered clothes with my eyes when Benedict brought plenty of wet towels.
“Uh—”
I was startled when he tried to wipe my body.
“I… I’ll wipe it myself.”
I fumblingly gripped the wet towel.
“I’ll wash by myself later,”
“I’ve done it every time.”
“What?”
“I washed you yesterday too.”
He began wiping me down step by step, a bit awkwardly but with a look like he’d really done it before. I hurriedly also picked up a towel and wiped him.
His elegant, firm neck, his broad, strong shoulders—Benedict just smiled as if letting me do as I pleased,
“Wait a moment…… ngh, wait a moment.”
In fact, I couldn’t properly wipe him. Even though I was purely just wiping, the feeling of touching various parts of his body seemed a bit stimulating.
My face grew hot. Suppressing my shrinking, I embraced him as if to wipe his back. He said it tickled, then wrapped me in a large towel and kissed me as is.
“—Huh? —Mmph,”
I thought we were done wiping like that, but he spread a separate dry towel and sat me leaning against the sofa backrest.
“……Uh, ah, now, ah, don’t do that!”
My legs were spread wide and a wet towel carefully wiped between them.
“If you keep doing that, I’ll flip you over and do it.”
His fingers carefully entered inside.
“No, why, ah, ngh,”
Really, Benedict really kept trying to wipe there.
When I kept trying to escape, my cheek was bitten. Benedict pulled the nape of my neck that was still pushing away tightly and pressed our foreheads together. Our noses touched. His face, wet with water and clear yet expressionless, spoke.
“What’s wrong. Then who did you think did it all this time.”
He mentioned the matter at the summer detached palace. I’d fallen asleep as if fainting every time, and though I’d been soaked in all kinds of bodily fluids, there was a strangely clean feeling when I woke up in the morning.
“I thought the attendants cleaned up,”
“Even this place?”
He moved the finger that had entered slightly. I struggled not to let it out.
“Has anyone really touched you.”
He came close, hiding his eyes. Biting his jaw, he moved his fingers slowly, as if stirring. I could feel it leaking out inside. At the really flowing feeling, I shook my head in dismay and pushed away. He asked again.
“Ah, no,”
I was too distracted to speak while continuously pushing away.
“I… because I can have a child, I thought if left too long it would seep in—”
His fingers stopped.
Benedict’s face as he raised his head was bright red.
“……”
“……”
“…I, I don’t like it. Anyway, I’ll do it.”
“…How can you.”
“If you go out, I’ll just do it alone…… ah,”
But no matter how much I said I didn’t like it, he wouldn’t listen to this. Instead of removing his fingers, he covered my mouth to silence me by pressing our lips together. As he gently tangled our tongues, groaning breaths flowed continuously, impossible to tell who was making them. He wiped his wet hand several times on a clean towel while quietly cleaning below.
When the kiss ended, my whole body was bright red. Benedict silently took the towels without making eye contact with me. I also pretended not to notice what had been touching me throughout the kiss, staring holes into the pillow.
As soon as he left, I pulled the large towel over my head to the top. I felt like I’d die of embarrassment.
Mikhail, who had followed Count Leroy, looked haggard after only half a day, and whatever he’d done, his well-dressed ceremonial clothes reeked of dust and old book smells.
“Yes… of course, of course, I’ll do my best……”
His voice responding habitually and submissively to Benedict was drained of energy. Mikhail just seemed eager to escape from the reception room. I’d worried about getting caught because my outfit had changed, but looking at his unfocused eyes, it seemed I could relax.
Being careful of my appearance and gait, I followed Mikhail as he stood up.
“Then I’ll see you next time……”
Mikhail, who had been turning around blankly, discovered me and twitched his eyebrows.
I flinched, and Mikhail glanced at Benedict over my shoulder.
“Oh my, what’s this?”
Mikhail’s mouth, which had become prickly in half a day, smiled awkwardly.
“A stranger is following me, oh my,”
Then he grabbed my shoulder and suddenly shoved me toward Benedict.
……!
By chance, he who had been following caught me in his embrace.
“I’m leaving! Joachim! Take care!”
Mikhail left as if fleeing, saying nonsensical things.
The absurdity was brief as I quickly stood on my own feet and slipped away. While closing the door, I didn’t forget to bow to Benedict, who looked equally dumbfounded.
‘You brat, see you later!’ Mikhail’s ridiculous voice echoed through the splendid imperial palace corridor.
“Ugh, please stop. …And walk a bit slower.”
I ended up speaking in a pleading tone. There were many palace people passing by. Mikhail was speaking loudly as if Benedict and I were something to each other, as if someone would notice.
“What does it matter!”
Mikhail stuck to my side as I walked slowly. At least he did slow down his pace.
“You’re already in a completely officially recognized relationship with the imperial family!”
I was about to correct his huge misunderstanding when Mikhail cleared his throat. Then he pulled out a neatly folded paper from his chest.
Mysterious and deep, a red wax seal and letter envelope.
“Her Majesty the Empress has sent you an invitation.”
