The Duke Only Needs My Child (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 32
Blair avoided his gaze, straightened her clothes, and pleaded with him.
“Herdin, let’s go to the bedroom. Anyone could walk in here.”
“Then perhaps we’ll end up doing it in the hallway—would that be alright?”
As if to justify his words, Herdin pulled her tightly against him. Through their pressed-together clothing, she could feel the heat radiating from his body.
“I don’t think I can even wait that long.”
Blair’s lips parted in shock. Seeing his eyes fixed on her as though he might devour her at any moment, she realized he truly meant it—not just his words, but his actions too.
Herdin looked down at Blair, who could no longer urge him toward the bedroom, gave a faint smirk, and immediately claimed her lips again. Slipping his hand through the clothes she’d just adjusted, he grasped her softly like tender dough and whispered,
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”
Regardless of your will—I’ll do as I please.
After all, as you said, I’m merely desiring you like any other man would.
When Herdin lowered his head and bit her, Blair’s back arched backward.
Herdin, who had been relentlessly tormenting her with his soft lips, seized Blair’s ankle. His hand, tracing upward from her slender ankle—thinner than his forearm—slid beneath her skirt.
“Herdin…!”
Blair tried to draw her legs together, but Herdin had already blocked her, leaving her utterly trapped.
Unconsciously, Blair bit down hard on her own parted lips. She was terrified of the study door directly ahead—but that fear only intensified her dizzying pleasure.
Now nearly lying flat atop the desk, Blair stared blankly out the window beside her head.
The cloudless winter sky sparkled brilliantly. Her violet eyes, reflecting that scenery, blinked slowly.
She no longer cared about anything.
If this was what he wanted.
At that moment, a large shadow fell over Blair’s body, pressing down with heavy weight. Overwhelmed by the surging sensation, Blair bit down on her own hand.
But Herdin seized both her wrists with one hand, binding them together.
Blair looked up at Herdin with resentful eyes and bit her lips tightly shut to stifle herself. Seeing this, Herdin’s brow furrowed.
Honestly, such a stubborn woman.
Though her futile resistance seemed foolish and annoying, he didn’t dislike it—in fact, it felt rather endearing precisely because it was so like her.
Herdin leaned closer to Blair, who was desperately holding back sounds with eyes on the verge of tears. Gently sucking her lips before releasing them, he whispered,
“Don’t bite your lips.”
After holding her breath for a while, Blair finally surrendered. Herdin, thoroughly pleased, kept kissing her flushed cheeks and earlobes.
“Herdin…”
Blair called out to him and wrapped her arms around him.
He liked how she helplessly called his name in that fragile, trembling voice. He liked how she clung to him desperately, as if afraid he might slip away.
It made him feel pitifully ashamed of having suppressed his desire until now.
Moments later, the study—previously filled with a chaotic mix of sounds—suddenly fell silent.
In the stillness that finally arrived, only their ragged breathing echoed. Trapped in his embrace, Blair’s body trembled violently.
Herdin savored the lingering sensation, kissing her cheek repeatedly, and only rose once her trembling ceased.
His eyes fell upon Blair, catching her breath with tear-filled eyes and looking up at him.
A seductress sprawled across his desk.
Yet that lewd sight was breathtakingly beautiful.
Suddenly, Johan’s words from yesterday came to mind.
“Well, honestly, she is pretty. With that face and figure, what man wouldn’t fall for her?”
Seeing how every man acted around her—as if completely undone—he supposed his own desire for her wasn’t anything particularly special.
It was simply instinctive attraction to beauty.
Yes, she really was lovely.
Enough that any man would want to hold her hand or strike up a conversation.
And now, such a woman had become his contract wife—and offered her very body to him, should he wish it.
Perhaps this, too, was because of that man she loved.
For a fleeting moment, he felt pity for that fool—but quickly dismissed the thought.
“But do I really need to know the reason?”
After all, she was right before his eyes now. His wife, however nominally.
That idiot, robbed of his woman due to status, would likely lose even their wedding night and couldn’t meet her freely.
A woman forced to pretend marriage with a man she didn’t love, all for the sake of her beloved’s future.
A man doomed to watch helplessly as his beloved was given to another, merely because of birthright.
And a man exploited by their love, receiving something else in return.
Who among them was the most pitiful?
Objectively, he knew it certainly wasn’t himself.
Yet humans were ultimately selfish creatures—and he felt bitter. Even after claiming the woman he’d desired, he felt like the most pitiful of all.
He wasn’t accustomed to sharing what he’d taken once; likely, he never would be. He’d simply been born and raised that way.
Herdin lifted Blair off the desk. Shaken by what had just happened, she couldn’t even stand properly and staggered.
He turned her limp body gently, letting her steady herself against the desk.
“…Herdin?”
Only then did Blair sense something amiss and try to pull away from his embrace—but Herdin held her firmly in place.
“Ahh…!”
Her trembling body, trapped within his arms, gave him a strange sense of satisfaction. Holding Blair, who seemed on the verge of collapse, he kissed her bare white back, fully exposed to view.
This was a contract.
Until its termination, they would each take what they desired.
He didn’t know what Blair truly wanted, but she would surely take something from him—so he, too, would take whatever he wished from her without restraint.
Thus, this was clearly a fair deal.
[This is the timeline separator]The Empress’s Palace housed a grand greenhouse.
It had been built by the late Emperor for Empress Katrina, whom he adored beyond measure.
Indeed, not just the greenhouse—the entire current Empress’s Palace, constructed to replace the one burned down where Esmeralda once resided, was essentially a gift prepared by the late Emperor for Katrina.
Katrina loved everything about this palace, just as she loved her children.
For every single thing within it stood as proof that she had once been cherished by the ruler of this vast empire.
Mornings spent in this greenhouse, filled with exotic rare flowers and chirping birds, were also among the things she cherished—for the same reason.
Katrina stirred her tea with a teaspoon, listening to the birdsong. Her elegance was so refined that no one would ever guess she’d been born common.
Setting down the spoon, she lifted her teacup. Upon the impassive reflection of her face on the tea’s surface, a voice from several days ago suddenly surfaced in her mind.
“Are you afraid of me, Your Majesty?”
“…”
“You seem to be brainwashing me like someone terrified I’ll uncover the truth.”
Katrina paused mid-sip. Recalling that voice and its owner, the corners of her mouth tilted upward slightly.
“…How audacious.”
Lost briefly in thought, Katrina set her cup back down without taking a sip.
Countess Magrid, waiting quietly behind her, swiftly sensed the meaning and approached her side.
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“We must plant someone in the Delmarque ducal household. I’m curious how young Blair is faring—and worried, too.”
Katrina’s gentle voice sounded truly like that of a mother concerned for her daughter.
[This is the timeline separator]Herdin opened his eyes at the sound of Blair’s dry cough. He felt refreshed, as if he’d trained all day.
His last memory was of the dim light at dawn, yet judging by the sunlight filtering through the window, it was already quite late.
Sensing movement, he turned his head—and saw Blair sleeping beside him.
Yesterday afternoon, after entwining with Blair multiple times in the study, he’d finally relented to her pleas and moved to the bedroom.
Since then, he’d held her like a beast. They’d even eaten meals in bed. After feeding her—too exhausted to lift even a finger—he’d devoured her anew.
The desire he’d forcibly suppressed had burst forth uncontrollably once unleashed, like drinking seawater—only growing thirstier with every swallow.
Exhausted, Blair had coaxed him, pleaded with him, and even cried—but those very acts only spurred him further.
Remembering her tearful expression, his body reacted again despite having sated his lust all night.
“…You madman.”
Herdin scoffed at himself, suppressing the heat rising once more in his lower abdomen, and got up.
Clothes lay scattered haphazardly on the floor, catching his foot. Since this was Blair’s room, there were no other garments suitable for him.
He absentmindedly reached for the drawstring—but stopped himself. For some reason, he didn’t want to disturb this quiet peace.
Roughly pulling on his trousers and shirt, he walked to the fireplace and lit a fire. Staring blankly at the burning logs, he habitually reached into his back pocket for a cigar and lit it.
But as he brought the lit cigar to his lips, his hand froze. Frowning, he sighed deeply.
Before even taking a single puff, he tossed the cigar into the fireplace.
My Arch-enemy Sealed My Memory and Said That He is My Husband
This is an incredibly captivating story that you absolutely shouldn’t miss! I’ll give a brief introduction here, and below you’ll find a detailed synopsis of the plot.
The female lead is a fierce and powerful demon king. The male lead is a once-in-a-millennium celestial lord, admired by the entire cultivation world.
They are equally matched, legendary rivals who have battled for centuries.
In the final duel, the female lead is gravely injured. The male lead saves her, seals her memories, and hides her true identity. He tells her that he is her fiancé. His entire life has been flawless—except for the one thing he never expected, never controlled, and never wanted to control: falling for his greatest enemy. She is his inner demon, his obsession.
When the female lead regains her memories, she is furious at his deception.
She makes his life a living hell.
And somehow, the male lead—possibly a total masochist—doesn’t mind at all. In fact, he’s happy she’s paying attention to him.
Yep, we’re back to my favorite trope: male lead suffering. If you love this kind of story, jump into the pit with me now!!!
Intro
Dong Xia lost her memory.
Her handsome and extremely powerful fiancé Li Qing comforted her: “It’s okay if you can’t remember. I’ll always be with you.”
Everyone thought Dong Xia’s ancestors must have burned incense to get such a perfect fiancé. He was the number one person in the immortal realm, yet he remained chaste and only loved her.
…
The day before marrying her fiancé, Dong Xia finally remembered everything.
She wasn’t suffering from memory loss at all.
Her arch-enemy had made her fake her death, destroyed her cultivation, replaced her memories, and pretended to be her deeply in love fiancé.
No wonder he said, “It’s okay if you can’t remember”!
Dong Xia laughed coldly as she pulled out her long knife: Li Qing, prepare to die 🙂
*
Li Qing, as the supreme being of the immortal realm, was the people’s shining beacon.
The only unknown stain in his life was his affection for Dong Xia, the ruler of the demon realm.
In the final battle of the war between immortals and demons, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered. The ruler of the demon realm was finally slain under the sword of the supreme being of the immortal realm, and everyone in the immortal realm applauded.
The cultivation world lost a ruler of the demon realm.
And in the back mountain of Li Qing’s cave dwelling, he secretly hid away a fiancée.
Notes:
1. The female lead is white on the outside, black on the inside, and the queen of flattery; the male lead repeatedly tests the edge of darkness, a VIP guest at the crematorium.
2. Fantasy cultivation world setting.
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MANGA DISCUSSION
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Chapter Comments (782)
This part made me laugh when he said, “You mean I should watch out in case she’s hiding a dagger to stab me?”—as if he were saying, “Do you really expect me to be wary of something so small?” Honestly, I didn’t like how he looked at Ruth while talking about Blair, as if Blair were some kind of prey. Thanks for the translation.
I really want to know what happened in the past?
Just speculation but I think she’s back, because herdin
Oh my God, things are getting exciting, as the duke begins to remember his past life.
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A dizzying sensation swept over him, and a hazy vision unfolded before his eyes.
Is he starting to remember the past life again? I hope he remembers already and start chasing for redemption
It had already been ten days since Herdin began spending the night in Blair’s be
That’s WILD 😭 Let’s that poor girl alone, she don’t have your stamina 😭
At the sight, Herdin’s heart plummeted. It felt as if all the blood had drained
Waiting for the chapter where all his past life memories will resurface.
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Lluvia 11
I loved this chapter. It’s really nice to see them have these kinds of interactions—like, the fact that he genuinely shows interest in her, even though the situation is complicated. I honestly can’t imagine being in her position, because it must be really hard not to resent him for what happened in the past. But at the same time, he isn’t actually responsible for what she went through with his former self. Technically, he’s innocent, even if his past self wasn’t.
I truly think this is all just a misunderstanding, but I’m curious to see how the author is going to justify it—because, I mean, how do you explain her finding him like that? Not in the act, but still embracing that other woman—the priestess.
Mimi
Herdin being jealous of his own son is the funniest thing ever 😂
Madonna D'Zefransiv
a Every page of the story makes my heart beat faster, waiting for the continuation. And Herdin’s character is actually quite sweet even though his face is very flat, haha
AKUMA is an akuma
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Mariel Soto
Silly Herdin got jealous of his future son you already making hin RN