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“Hng...!”
Before she could even answer, Aiden’s face descended in an instant. With his palm firmly supporting the back of her neck, she had no time to dodge before their lips overlapped. While she froze in bewilderment, a soft, thick piece of flesh carefully bit her lower lip and then released it.
“Like this.”
He whispered, using his thumb to brush over Roselyn’s lips, which were glistening with saliva. It had been a lie that the maids were watching from the second-floor window. It was an impulsive deception, one he couldn't even understand himself, but seeing Roselyn frozen stiff with a pink flush spreading to her temples, he felt no guilt—only a surge of satisfaction.
Aiden gave the slender nape of her neck one last squeeze before letting go, then straightened his posture nonchalantly, as if nothing had happened.
“There will be a ball you'll need to attend soon. You'll only be making a brief appearance, but get yourself ready.”
“...Yes. I understand.”
“And from now on, keep calling me by my name. If you call me awkwardly like you did before, I feel like we'll be found out.”
Aiden passed by Roselyn without waiting for a response, as if his only purpose in visiting her was to deliver that message. Roselyn, cooling the heat of her burning cheeks with the back of her hand, finally rushed back into her room, not even knowing where her mind was. After confirming she was alone, she lifted her skirt with a distressed expression.
At some point, she had been frightened by a tingling sensation in her lower abdomen and the feeling of her underwear becoming damp. It wasn't time for her period, but since it had always been irregular, she couldn't be certain. She was even more anxious because she happened to be wearing an ivory-colored dress. Fortunately, seeing that her underwear was transparently wet, it didn't seem to be her period.
“What is this...?”
Roselyn murmured with a stunned face. Hurriedly removing the underwear that had become too wet to wear, she entered the bathroom and began scrubbing the damp piece of fabric with soap. Her troubled expression did not fade until she had wrung out the laundry and hung it in a place where it couldn't be seen.
Sexual education for noblewomen was typically conducted around the time they reached adulthood. Because of an atmosphere that viewed a woman's sexual awakening as taboo, noblewomen usually only learned about erotic affairs just before their marriage.
Since Roselyn had been sent to a convent at the age of fourteen, it was only natural that she had received no proper sexual education, making her current panic understandable. In the convent, the atmosphere was such that one had to offer prayers of repentance and penance just for having such thoughts. Roselyn knew this well, but her bewilderment did not easily subside.
“What should I do?”
Even without sexual education, she vaguely understood that this was a reaction caused by Aiden. When their lips had met, she had felt a vivid sensation of something surging and flowing down below. Did this happen to everyone when their heart fluttered at the sight of an attractive member of the opposite sex? She felt as if she had truly become a lewd woman, just as people whispered. Recalling the kiss from moments ago without realizing it, Roselyn finally buried her face in her hands and groaned.
“I'm truly out of my mind!”
Despite the sudden harassment, she felt no displeasure; instead, she felt more ashamed because she remembered the lingering regret she felt when their lips parted. He was merely acting as a lover in love because someone was watching, and it was embarrassing that she was the only one dwelling on it.
Roselyn looked miserable, feeling as though she had become a wretched person.
As late spring passed and early summer arrived, the air grew significantly warmer. The day of the ball Aiden mentioned was now just around the corner. Though she had roughly picked out a dress with Bertha after being told to prepare, she still hadn't heard exactly what kind of event it was.
Since this would be her first time appearing before people as his partner, a subtle anxiety grew as the date approached. She wished she could at least know about the ball or the guests attending, but whenever Roselyn hinted at her curiosity, Aiden naturally deflected the conversation, as if she didn't need to know such things.
Following the opinion that they needed to fuel rumors that the Prince had gone mad for a woman, they mostly met in front of the mansion's servants. Perhaps because of this, changes in topic were often accompanied by shallow and frequent physical contact. Today, while having an early dinner in the dining room under the gaze of the servants, Aiden smoothly cut off Roselyn as she tentatively asked about the ball.
“It doesn't matter what kind of event it is. You just need to stay by my side.”
Barely eating, he held Roselyn’s hand and peppered it with kisses before his lips quickly traveled up to her forehead. The servants, now accustomed to their master's doting behavior, skillfully lowered their eyes and averted their gaze. Similarly, Roselyn, who had also grown accustomed to his light touch, continued her stuttering act with only a slight blush on her cheeks.
“If I can just stay by Aiden's side, then... um, nothing else matters.”
Her acting had improved significantly—moving from the level of a child reading a fairy tale to an adult reading a philosophy book—but it seemed there was still a long way to go. Fortunately, the servants seemed to think she was simply very shy, so they didn't show much suspicion.
Though they had only spent a few days together, Aiden knew exactly how to elicit a natural reaction from Roselyn. After resting his lips on the crown of her head for a moment, he lightly bit Roselyn's pink-tinted earlobe and moved down. When he bit and released her plump lips, which looked like ripe cherries, Roselyn reacted exactly as expected, glancing at the maids with a distressed look.
“Pri— Aiden...!”
Seeing her lips slightly parted in surprise made his thirst surge again. He thought a few rounds of masturbation would solve it, but the longing had not subsided; rather, it was growing larger. The relief provided by a kiss had lasted only two days. Even now, his penis was beginning to harden and grow heavy. Just imagining the expression the woman before him would make while being pierced and shaken by him was enough to make him feel as if he might ejaculate.
The self-loathing and patheticness he felt at first were gradually fading, replaced by Roselyn's fresh scent lingering at the tip of his nose, etched into his mind. That scent, similar to wild flowers, had reached a point where he felt he couldn't go a single day without smelling it. The saving grace was that Roselyn didn't seem to find the physical contact particularly unpleasant.
No, perhaps it wasn't a saving grace for her. Because the more positive her reaction to his touch became, the weaker his patience grew. He gazed at Roselyn intently, like a wolf waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
“What will you be doing today? Should I call more jewelers for you?”
“No! I'm planning to go to the greenhouse later. I've mostly finished tidying it up, so I'll be able to plant some flora soon.”
“You've already finished tidying it? By yourself?”
“Oh, Bertha helped me, and Bernard helped a lot too. He said he'd help me decide which plants to put in later.”
By Bernard, she meant the elderly gardener he had recently hired. They had become close already. Was digging in the dirt and planting bits of greenery really that enjoyable? Unlike the skeptical Aiden, Roselyn's blue eyes sparkled with a bright, joyful light. Aiden murmured while staring into her eyes.
“So that's why you've seemed strangely happy lately.”
“It's all thanks to Aiden. Once I plant the herbs and harvest them, I'll brew some medicinal tea for you. Of course, that won't be enough to repay you fully, but...”
Whether she had become more comfortable over the past few days or was simply that happy about the greenhouse, her chattering grew longer. Aiden listened to half and let the other half drift by, gazing entranced at Roselyn's lively face.
He didn't know why it was starting to annoy him that she showed such rich emotions for something other than him.
“I want a different kind of reward than medicinal tea.”
“What kind of reward?”
“You already know, Rose.”
At the words containing a subtle implication, Roselyn's chattering mouth snapped shut. Seeing the stunned expression on her face, he finally felt a sense of satisfaction.
“Shall we be together tonight? I feel I've been too negligent lately.”
Roselyn felt as if the heat had rushed to the top of her head and was about to explode. No matter how ignorant she was in these matters, she was a woman who had almost gone through her first wedding night. She could sufficiently understand what his words meant.
But wasn't it too burdensome to go all the way, even if it was just acting? As Roselyn opened her mouth slightly, unable to hide her panic, Aiden's gaze deepened. Even in this moment, he was overcome by the urge to thrust his tongue into that open mouth. He wondered if his brain had migrated to his cock; he was in a severe state.
“You were the one seducing me, and now you're already giving me the cold shoulder? I'm hurt, Rose.”
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