Chapter 12
“Who's mustering up what courage?”
“… It's nothing! Well, maybe Pavel wants to borrow the energy of St. Bartholomew to stop his hair from falling out. Hahahaha!”
Mr. Pavel appeared as though he really wanted to share the entire tale of his superior's decadence, but he seemed to be forcibly clamping his teeth shut, likely out of fear of dealing with the consequences himself.
And I tried to flash a casual smile as I addressed him.
“Hello, good morning.”
Did I smile a little too broadly? Benya studied my face for a moment and then returned the smile. It was a gentler, softer smile than his usual demeanor.
"Hi. Did you sleep well?"
“Well, it wasn't too bad.”
It wasn't until dawn that I finally managed to fall asleep, but I really did sleep well. Don't I think so? Haha, my face feels like it's on fire. It's cold outside, but I'm feeling so warm.
That man stepped up behind me and casually draped his arm over my shoulder. It was so natural that I found myself unconsciously tilting my head and nestling against his chest.
"I didn't realize we have the Lady as our guest. Was the bed comfortable?"
Alfonsina gave an awkward nod to Benya's remarkably polite tone, her already flushed face growing even more charmingly red.
“Yes, um, I apologize for the trouble. I was actually just thinking of heading back...”
"What? Nonsense! Even if you're leaving, you have to have a meal with us!"
“Oh, really?”
"That's right! Can't let my fiancée go like that!"
The duke's exuberant declaration was followed by a quick clearing of his throat, and he took hold of Alfonsina's hand.
She hesitated for a moment before returning the gesture, linking her fingers gently with his. Benya, who had been watching the two of them with an inexplicable expression, shifted his gaze toward me.
I simply shook my head.
“…”
“…”
After a while, the four of us moved to the dining area.
Luckily, Lethias and Alfonsina appeared completely immersed in their own world and seemed to be oblivious to any tension between me and Benya.
“Sasha?”
After an awkward breakfast, I bid farewell to Alfonsina, who insisted she had to leave for her own home and was preparing to head out when Lethias came to see me.
“Come in, Oppa. Weren't you going to accompany Alsie back?”
“Yeah, but before that, I wanted to ask you something.”
"What is it?"
Apparently, he didn't seem to detect any undercurrents between me and Benya.
Watching him with my head tilted, I saw Lethias hesitate for a while, his hand rubbing over his mouth before he finally spoke with a serious expression.
“You know, would it be strange if we got married sometime this winter?”
“… What's the problem? You've been engaged for a while already."
“Yes, but…”
“Are you feeling shy now? Not sure how to put it?”
I asked with a smile, and Lethias grunted while scratching his head, resembling a puppy seeking guidance.
“Well, sort of... What if Benya doesn't approve?"
“Why would Benya disapprove? Wasn't it Benya who arranged this engagement in the first place?”
“That's true, but the circumstances back then were a bit... I made a fuss about not wanting to go through with it. I almost ended things when he was away at war. I was quite foolish…”
“Wasn't it better that you hadn't? That's all in the past, and it's not relevant to your current situation...”
“But they didn't specify our wedding date… What if he's going to be upset because I acted without asking him?"
My chin dipped slightly as I pondered Lethias's words. I stared into his clear sky-blue eyes, a mixture of nervousness, longing, passion, and uncertainty all jumbled together. Oh, dear.
"First of all… Oppa, do you want to marry Alsie?"
Nod.
“Do you love Alsie?”
"Yes!"
Lethias responded with enthusiasm, his cheeks turning red, and a shy smile blooming on his face. Is this really the same Bear of Flame and Fury? My own smile couldn't help but mirror his.
“Well then, what's the issue? Go and confess your feelings. Let's get you two married.”
“I was planning to do that, but it's just that Benya…”
"Does Oppa think that your brother wants you to be unhappy?"
“… I don't think so."
"And do you think I want you to be unhappy?"
"No. Never."
"See? What's there to worry about? If you want to marry Alsie and it makes you happy, then we'll both wholeheartedly support you.”
As I said that with conviction, for the first time in a while, a glimmer of hope danced in Lethias's eyes.
"Do you really mean that?"
"Oppa, be honest with yourself. You're hoping that I'll talk to Benya about this."
“W-well, rather than that…”
"It's only right for you to discuss this with him. Don't you want to hear your brother's congratulations in person?"
“… You're right. First, I need to propose to Alsie... But what should I do? Would it be too simple to just say let's get married?"
“Of course, that might not be enough.”
After a while, the Duke, smitten with love, left the room with a smile as radiant as Romeo's. Ah, it's amazing how much he's grown!
He was just a kid practicing with a makeshift sword made of a ladder rung, and now he's making such adult decisions. This Noona’s heart is truly content.
After finishing my makeup, I got up and headed to the dressing room, wrapped in a warm feeling. Now, what should I wear today...
Knock, knock.
“Sasha?”
“Come in, Young Master.”
The door opened, and I heard footsteps as he entered. My heart fluttered, and my pulse quickened. I guess I'm affected by this too.
"Where are you?"
“I'm in the dressing room. I was just about to change my clothes.”
“Did I interrupt something?”
“Well, it's up to you. Are you here to help me choose an outfit?”
I said it as a playful remark, but he actually entered the room. I stood beside the hanger holding my thick winter dress and observed him.
Maybe it's because of the rose-tinted glasses I'm wearing, but I've never seen anyone look so good in a black suit.
Benya stopped next to the three-panel mirror and gazed at me with his pale blue eyes. Despite the casual atmosphere, my face felt warm and my cheeks flushed.
“Where are you headed?”
“I'm going to the central church to attend the All-Saints’ Day relief event. As a Serpente vassal, you know.”
“I didn't know you were interested in such things.”
“It's more like I find it important rather than being genuinely interested. It's a way to remind people whose contributions have been instrumental in the development of the Imperial capital's infrastructure. Events like this serve as a reminder for them to show gratitude. And where are you off to?”
“Somewhere similar to yours. I'm heading to the imperial palace to make an appearance. I made the largest relief donation, so it's time to bask in the spotlight.”
His response was slow, and he turned away from the mirror to slowly approach me. I couldn't help but put on a mischievous smile.
“What should I wear, then?”
“Well, for now, I think you look pretty great.”
“I can't go out like this.”
“You don't have to go out.”
“But I'm expected to attend and improve Serpente's image…”
“Do you have other plans?”
“… It's like killing two birds with one stone.”
I scratched my head awkwardly, and he responded with a playful smile.
“You have a tendency to slip away to work whenever you're bored, without your boss even realizing. Quite the vassal you are.”
“Well, I can't really argue with that. I'll accept any punishment happily.”
“Just verbally?”
“Should I stand with my hands up?”
“Would that be enough?”
His intense sky-blue gaze slowly moved across my perfectly made-up face, my flowing reddish-blonde hair and the lace corset that covered me from chest to hips.
My heart raced faster, and my legs seemed to move on their own, bringing me closer to him. I wrapped my arm around his shoulder and narrowed my eyes.
“I find you most attractive when you're being meticulous like this.”
I let out a soft sigh and felt as though our lips were almost touching. The next moment, his hands grabbed both of mine and pressed them against the wall.
His warm, sweet tongue slipped between my teeth. After a while, he pulled back slightly, a thread of saliva connecting our lips.
“Your clothes…”
“Now is not the time to worry about my clothes.”
“Well, aren't you our composed Young Master?”
I turned around, placing my palms against the wall. His hand on my shoulder slid downward, grasping my chest. I gasped at the sensation of the thin lace fabric between his rough fingers.
“Hahm…!”
My underwear was gone in an instant. His hands slid between my buttocks, caressing my folds, and gently rubbing my entrance.
When I instinctively tried to close my legs, he exerted pressure on my hands.
“You're already so wet.”
“Ha…! Because of you… Ah!”
His wet fingers brushed against my clit, sending electric sensations coursing through my body. My legs trembled as he gently teased my clit before slipping down to my throbbing entrance.
Then, his fingers, which skillfully explored my soaked inner walls, turned into two.
“Ahhh…! B-Benya...!”
In an instant, the hand on the wall slid down, and Benya wrapped his arm around me. The sensation of his teeth grazing my earlobe was tantalizing.
“What do you want me to do for you?”
Hot breath kisses flowed down my ears, nape, and shoulders. Meanwhile, his other hand continued to tease the depths of my vagina.
His long fingers moved in and out of my hole, inducing a state of insatiable ecstasy. The inner wall fluttered on its own, tightly curling around his fingers.
"Are you tired yet?"
“Ahhh… N-no…”
"Should we go somewhere else instead?"
“No, n-no…! No, here... Mmmmm!”
Stumble. The sound of his sticky fingers slipping out in me was faintly echoing. It then climbed up and stroked my clitoris, which was stiffly bristling. Tears welled up in my eyes.
I forgot my shame and whined as I twisted my heated body.
“Hmm, ahh, mmmh,, quickly…!”
"Sorry. Don't cry."
His hand was the friendliest to me, who was obscenely teasing me. His penis which came into touch with my twitching vaginal hole had hardened as a result of the sound of this belt being untied. How did you put up with it, you bastard?
"Hng…!”
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