Walter suddenly lifted the startled Edith and leaned against the window. Only her lush golden hair would have been visible through the thin gap, as the shutters were closed.
Who the man holding her was could not be known, but it was a frame where one could grasp that something was happening.
‘If it’s an act of pretending to be attracted, surely…….’
Edith swallowed dryly in a different sense than before. Her face felt like it would explode due to the body heat spreading from their closely touching bodies.
But there was no time to hesitate. It was because the one who crossed the horizon driving the horse was quickly approaching, seen through the crack of the window.
Like a rat cornered, the distressed Edith spoke with as much dignity as possible.
“Walter. It would be good not to betray my… my trust. You won’t, will you?”
Though the content was something a superior would say to an inferior, her voice trembled thinly.
Walter let out a faint laugh at Edith’s clumsy act of being a lady.
The fourth lady had the skill of turning commands into pleas. With clear eyes and voice when filled with conviction.
Suddenly wanting to see Edith flustered, Walter grinned mischievously like a rascal.
“I’m not sure what trust you’re talking about.”
“Home, pretending to deceive the housekeeper will suffice.”
“Whether I will betray your trust or not will depend on how quickly Whitman withdraws his suspicion.”
Walter said as if he could not know no matter what.
Her heart beat rapidly as if it would burst, embraced in the arms of a man, their bodies pressed together this way for the first time.
The man she saw through her heightened perspective looked majestic, as if someone had turned a statue into a human. Her breath caught in her throat at his darkened eyes, beastlike.
Edith inadvertently wondered what it would feel like if his high and smooth nose were to touch her face and shoulders.
‘……You’re mad, Edith.’
Walter seemed very adept at this sort of thing. To the point of making it seem like he was not feigning everything to deceive the housekeeper but dreaming in accordance with desire.
The sound of horse hooves drew closer.
Walter could lift her with just one arm. He messed up Edith’s hair with his right hand. The sensation was like an electric shock, causing Edith to bite her lip.
Walter lightly stroked Edith’s awkwardly stretched legs and whispered.
“It’ll be more comfortable if you wrap around my waist.”
Edith closed her eyes tightly. His voice, slightly lower than usual, echoed in her mind.
The gradually approaching sound of horse hooves stopped, followed by the cautious sound of someone approaching.
Walter, moving her legs instead of her rigid body like a wooden doll, pulled her closer.
Wrapping her legs awkwardly around his waist to keep from sliding off, Edith clung to him, tightening her legs.
Then Walter let out a short moan. Next, his Adam’s apple moved roughly as he swallowed dryly.
Walter held her tighter, pressed closer. The fact that his breathing was as rapid as hers filled Edith with a strange feeling.
Her reflection in his eyes was distorted, like a face she had never seen before. For a moment, she felt trapped in another dimension, her body’s strength draining, so she asked him in a small voice.
“……Can I hug your shoulder?”
“…….”
When Walter nodded as if enchanted, Edith gently wrapped her arms around his shoulders and tightly closed her eyes.
Her long eyelashes’ shadows touched, and the flush deepened everywhere they reached, her face hot, but the ripest was her enticing lips.
“Ah……!”
At the cold air from the window, Edith let out a thin voice, and Whitman turned around as if giving up his suspicion.
Walter, even after confirming that Whitman was gradually riding away, couldn’t stop his actions.
From Edith came a fragrance he felt he had once smelled. A fresh yet deep scent, like flowers blooming in a rainsoaked forest.
Intoxicated by that scent, he closed the distance, about to engulf Edith’s lips.
“No.”
“…….”
Walter looked at Edith’s palm that had just covered his lips. The hand that had been gripping his shoulder hard enough to leave fingerprints just a moment ago.
He found himself ridiculous for being dissatisfied with the situation.
As he rolled his eyes upward, leaving his lips pressed against her palm, he saw Edith’s face, tense and flushed.
“Lips are offlimits, Walter.”
This command too sounded like a plea. The breath she expelled was hot and fast, all the more so. Her tone was like a master sternly commanding a beast that refused to listen, even though afraid.
“……”
Walter gathered his patience and stopped what he was doing. He couldn’t completely calm down, as it was his first time ever being this enraged.
He put down the Edith he had been holding up. Edith, still trapped between the wall and him, spat out as if in excuse,
“The butler seems to have gone, so I think it’s okay now.”
Avoiding eye contact while her whole body was hot and her breath was heavy, she looked like a mouse searching for a hole to hide in.
My Ex-Girlfriend Is The Regent In The Female-dominant World (Male lead transmigrates to the matriarchal world)
Two years ago, Gu Sui picked up a homeless woman in ancient costume from the street.
Apart from occasionally claiming to be a princess from a female-dominant country due to illness, her figure, appearance, intelligence, and martial arts skills were impeccable.
Naturally evolving from roommates to girlfriends, as time went on, Gu Sui found it increasingly difficult to tolerate her queen syndrome.
“Mu Jiulu, can you stop controlling me inside and out? Let’s break up.”
Gu Sui made a breakup call, and since then, he couldn’t find any trace of her.
A year later, Gu Sui, who was planning to move, woke up the next day and found himself in a different place.
“Young Master, today is the day you choose your Wife-master through martial arts competition at Jade Dew Pavilion. Please get up quickly.”
Gu Sui: Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
As the only son of a general’s mansion in a female-dominant dynasty, the young empress personally issued a decree allowing Gu Sui to select his Wife-master through martial arts competition. Whoever could defeat him could marry him.
Gu Sui: “……”
He didn’t inherit the original owner’s martial prowess, so anyone could defeat him! And what the hell is a Wife-master?
Forced to come to Jade Dew Pavilion, the densely packed women below made Gu Sui’s agoraphobia act up, and his face was full of resistance.
Until he saw the Regent sitting on the second floor, with a smile on the corner of her lips, her eyes wicked and nonchalant.
Hmm… she looked a little familiar.
It turned out that the Regent also found him a little familiar.
Mu Jiulu fiddled with her bone clasp, her deep gaze locked on the man who was out of place in this world.
“Finally, I found you.”
Male transmigrates into female-dominant world
One-sentence summary: What goes around comes around, taking turns in the crematorium
