Caeron didn’t hurry. With a relaxed gaze, he watched the woman writhing in agony beneath him.
Of course, his apparent composure was betrayed by his taut muscles and the veins that bulged with tension.
Her porcelain skin looked exceptionally fragile. The urge to mark every inch of her, especially where his mark already lay on her pale neck, rose intensely within him.
However, the beast cloaked in the guise of a gentleman patiently waited, ensuring she wouldn’t flee in fear. He waited until she was entirely ensnared in his trap.
“Do you need more time to think? It doesn’t seem like you have that luxury.”
A familiar sense of being cornered washed over her. She felt the gaze of a predator, leisurely pushing her to a dead end.
Distress evident on her face, Idel licked her lips. Seeing her trying to escape this predicament, he grabbed her hand.
She flinched.
The moment Idel felt the firm and smooth skin of his palm, her body shuddered slightly.
Caeron slowly slid her hand from his chest to his abdomen.
Every spot her fingers touched heated up, but his face, masked with indifference, remained calm.
“Didn’t you want to touch like this?”
With her face flushed to its limit, Idel bit down hard on her quivering lips. She lost her words, recalling what she had done, mistakenly thinking she was drunk and dreaming.
“If you dutifully fulfill your duties as the duchess…”
His gaze, deeper and more intoxicating, was irresistibly sweet.
“I will also duly give you what my duchess desires.”
The usually stoic man, now lazily smiling on the bed, was so enchanting it made her head spin.
Idel felt a stirring in her chest and lower abdomen.
She didn’t understand what this unfamiliar fluttering meant, but she felt a strange thirst, as if her throat was burning, starting to consume her.
“Idel… Do you want to continue?”
Swallowing the implication that she would want it even if she didn’t, Caeron grazed his nails on the inside of her knuckles she had been holding.
“Ah…!”
That familiar move made Idel gasp and sink into a daze.
It was like a touch of salvation in moments when she felt negated and on the brink of falling into the abyss.
‘I don’t want to let go…’
She knew where this relationship was heading, but…
Then and now, she didn’t want to let go of this firm hand.
‘I want this man…’
Idel’s trembling gaze turned to meet Caeron’s deep blue eyes.
She wanted to avoid them, but she was irresistibly drawn into those blue molten pools.
Even if the result of this choice is ashes, followed by only regrets and despair…
After hesitating for a while, she finally spoke. In her small but clear voice, there was no more wavering.
“…I want…”
The moment she voiced that suppressed desire, Idel became even more aware of her feelings.
‘I want this man.’
Looking into the eyes of the woman who laid bare her hidden yearning, for the first time, Caeron felt overwhelmed.
A powerful shiver, intense enough to paralyze him, surged throughout his body. Even without fully embracing the woman, he was wrapped in ecstasy.
“As my duchess desires.”
The gentlemanly beast gently pressed his lips to the inside of her wrist.
Even as he slowly withdrew his lips, his intense gaze never once left her.
The dignity of the beast ended there.
Having completely cast aside his gentlemanly guise, he buried his face in her neck, pouring out the desire he had been suppressing.
Listening to his rough, almost growling breath, Idel’s mind grew hazy.
Everywhere his lips and fingers touched seemed to melt.
Without missing a single breath, Caeron thoroughly explored every inch of her body.
Every nerve became extremely sensitive. She felt submerged in a flood of overwhelming sensations.
Because of the overwhelming sensation, every time Idel tried to close her eyes, Caeron’s lips touched her delicate skin, awakening her fading consciousness.
“Ah…!”
“Don’t close your eyes, feel everything.”
The relentless beast did not spare her even for a fleeting moment.
Their first night was long, and the beast atop her was incredibly lustful.
[This is the time separator]The bluetinged early morning air touched her sensitized skin.
Fluttering her eyelashes, Idel woke up, curling herself up inside the blanket.
From the indescribable sensations that began last night… all that remained now was a piercing pain throughout her body.
Thanks to that pain, Idel observed her surroundings with a clearer mind.
She was alone in the large bed.
The sheets, which were a mess, now looked freshly laundered.
The negligee, which had been barely functional as clothing since she put it on, was clearly torn apart by his hands… but now she was dressed in a neat chemise dress.
Idel tried to recall her memories just before she passed out.
As scenes gradually came to mind, Idel’s face turned bright red.
Everything from last night wasn’t a dream but reality.
“You’re awake.”
At that moment, the door opened, and Caeron, now looking dignified as a duke, slowly walked in.
His appearance was as impeccable as always.
“Ah… Your Highness…”
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
