Chapter 16
She didn’t know if she was happy or scared. All she knew was that she was like prey to him. Her body shuddered whenever his tongue licked her flesh.
“You are so wet that I can keep doing this, you know?”
“Stop…”
“If you call my name, it stops.”
Was he laughing? The small movements from contact made her tremble, and as he put his tongue up a little further, her waist lifted a little more. He seemed to have rubbed her toes a few times, but she remained in place because of his strong hand.
The moment he touched her clit, Molitia’s waist bent to its fullest. The bride’s appearance, accompanied by a crumbling wedding dress, was more vibrant than ever.
Each time she gasped vigorously, the flowers and jewels embroidered on the fancy dress breathed. The bride’s face, which was initially as white as her wedding dress, was now red.
Her fluid dripped on the wedding dress. He said he would drink it, but he could do nothing about the flow that ran down his chin.
“Molitia!”
It was then. The Duke’s head jerked away at the shrill voice that called for Molitia. It wasn’t a loud rumbling sound, but the stomping footsteps were the sound of someone wandering about looking for her.
It’s only a matter of time before the two of them were found. The Duke’s forehead frowned. He was so excited. He swallowed his saliva and moved away from Molitia with regret.
“I think I have to stop for now.”
He put her underwear back on. He deliberately pressed his fingers over her underwear. Her fair forehead frowned as her underwear got wet from her juices.
“You’d better think carefully about whether or not to call my name till your wet underwear dries.”
“What does that mean?”
“That means the bet isn’t over yet.”
He smiled and held out his hand at her. Molitia looked at him curiously, and he looked down at her feet.
“Are you going to walk with that foot again?”
“It’s bandaged now, so I’ll be fine.”
“No.”
He spoke emphatically. She will walk with that scarred foot. He wondered if she will quit only when the wound reoccurred. He looked at her with eyes that didn’t like the idea.
He lifted her once again before Molitia could say anything.
“It’s not my taste to make love with a sick person.”
It went without saying that Molitia’s face turned red again at his words.
“Molitia!”
As the Duke stepped outside, holding Molitia, he encountered the Count. Unlike the surprised Count, the Duke’s expression remained the same.
The Duke knew who was calling Molitia in the first place, and calling the Duchess by her name instead of the title.
“Huh, Hmm.” (The Count)
The Count raised his eyes fiercely at Molitia and found the peacock and coughed in vain.
“So you were here. Today’s main Couple suddenly disappeared, and now everyone’s looking. Let’s go.”
“My wife hurt her foot.”
He relaxed and showed Molitia’s feet. Her bare feet were caught in the Count’s eyes because the Duke held her shoes. The Count’s eyebrows wriggled when he saw Molitia’s feet wrapped in a bandage with swollen feet.
She bowed quickly as the Count’s gaze turned her head away. The Count’s reproachful gaze because of the injury could be understood without having to look at it again.
“Oh, no, my daughter is supposed to take care of herself, but thank you for taking care of her.”
“No, as a husband, I should.”
The Duke smiled amiably. The Count stopped his gaze and smiled as if to match the Duke.
“Then why don’t you go to the ballroom now? The main Couple of the day….”
“I’m sorry, but we will go home now.”
The Duke’s words interrupted the Count’s.
Suddenly, the Count’s face hardened as if he had never thought the Duke would cut off his words. Wordless, the Count’s face was filled with bewilderment.
“Why suddenly? You don’t like the place I’ve set up……?”
“No way. Father-in-law’s place is perfect.”
Unlike the Count, whose smiling face broke, the Duke’s face remained calm. However, the Duke’s eyes that stared at the Count were not smiling.
The Count felt the conversation changing. The Duke was not picky when they talked to each other several times. He would give the Count agreeable expressions, and then would match the Count’s thought.