I grasped again, but there was no tightness in it.
The Duke’s whispering voice, lips pressed together, flowed into slightly parted lips. It seemed like at this moment, my heart could jump out of my mouth and burst without being strange.
“You like playing siblings with someone you don’t even share blood with?”
How could he utter such wicked words with such a sweet look in his eyes? So Skaha responded with a sharp, tense remark.
“He may not be my blood, but he took care of me just like you, my brother.”
“What’s this ‘like my brother’ stuff? If it’s about sharing blood, shouldn’t I be first, not that guy?”
She scowled at the man who kept subtly bringing up their past connection even though he said he didn’t remember.
“So, are you saying you want to be my brother, Duke?”
Well, he smirked and said mockingly,
“Siblings don’t do this, do they?”
Since they were talking with their lips pressed together, inevitably, their lips parted. Between them, the man invaded hotly. Skaha’s long eyelashes quivered.
He tormented her with wicked words, and then gently, soothingly, drew Skaha’s breath to him.
He orderly licked this and the tender flesh inside her mouth one by one, letting Skaha, who had been breathless and accepting him, breathe for a moment. It was a violent yet tender kiss.
It had been a short period of just over a week, but it was true that she had been greatly swayed by the Duke. So when he tried to kiss her, and even now, she didn’t feel like refusing.
Perhaps the longing and affection she felt in the Lindkoem mansion, which was once a royal castle, had an effect. Her mind was wrapped in the shallow thought that it wasn’t this person who was directly involved in the kingdom’s downfall.
In the midst of this, how the Duke’s fresh and dreamlike body fragrance and the strong scent of the cigar he had just smoked trembled her. Was it an illusion that the cigar smoke, which felt only sharp and dizzying when tried directly, felt smooth and sweet?
Under the Duke’s long and persistent affectionate offensive, Skaha’s body, which had been tightly clenched with both fists, relaxed softly.
As her passionate breathing grew hotter, Skaha wrapped her arms around the Duke’s neck and embraced him. Too easily, too lightly.
The tension and pleasure given by their close bodies filled the reception room’s air, and lustfilled red eyes scanned every corner of her body. Ecstasy filled her whole body, and everything else seemed to melt away.
At least for now, she forgot completely that he was of the Blahnath family.
I thought of letting the girl go since a man, whom she calls ‘brother,’ came to pick her up.
But a feeling snapped inside my head when I heard that this man, who is neither her real brother nor shares any blood, was playing ‘siblings’ with her.
Cassard, having neither siblings nor brothers, couldn’t understand how one could be like close siblings with someone they had no blood connection with, especially someone of the opposite sex.
The only thing he could think of was Attila. But Attila was male. The only female he was close to was Iriel de Agno? He had never once relaxed his manners around her.
So it didn’t sound good to hear that a robust man had come and spent time with her like a sibling. Thinking that she might have been frolicking around with another guy all this while made his blood boil cold.
Cassard laid her down on the long couch in the reception room and kissed her like crazy. Driven by jealousy, it was an impulsive act, but no highclass fruit seemed sweeter than her lips.
He didn’t know how he had managed to sleep in the same bed for a week. Even when she came close with her soft body in deep sleep, he had not lost his senses like this, struggling to cool his body.
It seemed like there was a faint knock on the door, but…
The moment she wrapped her arms around his neck, everything else disappeared and only she, dazzlingly shining, filled his sight.
Her disheveled breath, the fragrance like flowers, the soft skin that wrapped around his hand – he couldn’t feel anything else.
Cassard traced his way down from the woman’s lips to her slender neckline, sampling her scent one by one.
Like a pure white magnolia that bloomed explosively like a mortar in the springtime, the woman’s skin was soft and sweet. If he could have chewed and swallowed it, he might have.
Continuously, the sweet body odor that tickled his nose drove him mad.
Even if he plucked a young flower that had just burst into bloom and held a bouquet in his arms, it would not be as fragrant as she was now. The breath she expelled was more like a groan, a pleasure that quickly swelled with the blood.
Teasing and crushing the fresh petals in his palm, he grasped the soft and pliant flesh, weaving it with a red trace.
Then, at the moment a hot breath and a small moan mixed with a nasal sound touched his ear, a shiver ran through his body. A sensation he had never felt before was calling out to him to embrace her immediately.
But.
After Being Cheated On, She Picked Up a Treasure (Female-dominant)
One-line summary: The husband I married on a whim had been secretly in love with me for a long time.
On the day when Jun Shao finally obtained the imperial decree for her marriage, Lan Qu, the person she had admired for six years, defied the decree and ran away.
Her gentleness and devotion, her promise of a lifetime together, were all disregarded by him. Instead, he dreamed of entering the palace to serve the Emperor’s sister as a sixth-rank attendant.
News of this incident spread throughout the capital, and the alleys in front of and behind the Lan mansion were crowded with people who came to watch the commotion.
Jun Shao should have been embarrassed and angry.
But someone stepped in to protect her dignity.
The figure was in a miserable state, yet still possessed an undeniable elegance and handsomeness.
The young lord struggled to climb the wall of the Lan mansion and shouted to her, “If he won’t marry you, I will!”
So, Jun Shao took advantage of the situation and married the person.
She thought the young lord did it to save the Lan family from the crime of defying the imperial decree, but never imagined that from beginning to end, what he coveted was her.
*
After the wedding, Jun Shao felt like she was living in a dream.
Her Wife-master was as beautiful as a fairy in a painting, skilled in the six arts, well-versed in poetry and literature, capable of being gentle and attentive, and also grand and dignified. Most importantly, she was the only one in his heart and eyes.
Jun Shao didn’t know how Lan Shiwu, as a illegitimate son without a father and blessed with beauty, had managed to preserve his purity, recklessly escape, and use his last ounce of strength to ruin his own reputation, all because of his love for her, just to stand before her.
She could only see him gazing at her with eyes full of love, and when she bestowed a name upon him, his eyes shone like stars.
“You have come to me like a weary bird perching on a branch. I shall call you A Qi.”
