“Ah, … Huh, … Huh… …”
In the afterglow of the too-intense ecstasy, Idyllia closed her eyes, which were gazing blankly into the void. And then, she was flicked on the cheek.
“It’s too early to go to bed. I’m not satisfied yet.”
With a one-sided statement, she was raised up, still connected. Somehow, she was gouged inside by an arousal that showed little sign of abating, and her hips jumped with a jerk.
“Huh… Huh…”
“This is not even an appetiser.”
When he said such a statement, she couldn’t believe her ears. He turned her to face him and embraced her in a position that made her straddle his waist. Idyllia’s own weight caused her to stiffen her chattering, numb spine as she was drilled deep by the swollen glans.
“Hii…!”
She lost her balance and almost fell backward, quickly putting her arms around his muscular neck and clung to him. Then, the bulge of her chest, which had been crushed between the two of them, was pressed against his chest. Silvio laughed huskily.
“You are irresistible.”
His desire regained its hardness and became a more muscular wedge than before, penetrating Idyllia’s honey pot. She screamed in pleasure as he thrust his hips up sharply, gouging deep inside her and penetrating her to the brain’s core.
“Ahh… Ahhh…”
“Hold on tight. Beg me for mercy and serve me with this body. Forget God and serve me. If you do this, I won’t do anything bad to you in the future…”
Losing himself in pleasure, he clung desperately to her slender limb, which he supported firmly with his strong arms around it. His masculine lips with a slight smile and his sharp, steely eyebrows seemed to overlap with the face of five years ago, but then they separated, and then they overlapped again.
(Silvio…)
If she closed her eyes to feel the presence of the person she was thinking of, even just a little, the voice she heard was still in her memory.
“Idyllia… Ah!”
He called her name as if biting it deeply, and her heart tingled irresistibly. While her mind flew into a dreamscape dominated by the lust of the man she loved, Idyllia continued to be intoxicated by the pleasure of repeated thrusts for a long time – until she lost consciousness from the pleasure, which was too much for her for the first time.
♔ 3 – An Immoral Honeymoon ♔
The fact that the king and queen had offered Idyllia as a diplomatic offering soon became known to the people. In this country, it was customary for a nobleman to be cared for by a male attendant and a female noble by a lady-in-waiting. When a nobleman escorted around a woman who was not his companion or fiancée, it could only mean one thing. The court looked at Idyllia with white eyes as she shed her nun’s apprentice’s garb and donned a flamboyant dress. Even if she was engaged, it was unthinkably shameful for her to give herself up to a man she had not promised to marry. Especially so in a court where the knowledge of being with a man would compromise a lady before marriage, was viewed with a matter of great publicity. Silvio, on the other hand, did not even try to hide their relationship from the eyebrows raised by those around him. On the contrary, he dressed Idyllia in revealing dresses as if she were a married woman, sometimes even putting her on his lap in public. She was treated like a woman of the night. People’s disgust at Idyllia’s slutty position only increased.
“I wonder if the daughter of the Leveaux family doesn’t know the least bit of shame.”
“Surely she was not cut out for a life of poverty from the start.”
“Have you seen her breasts? She has a troubling charm. She would have been perfect for evening entertainment.”
“Not only at night, but also during the day, when she indulges in her debauchery in secret.”
Everywhere she went, the watchful eyes and cruel whispers of witnesses entangled her.
“Look. That luscious beauty.”
“No. It’s offensive to even let it out of my sight. Oh my…”
The noblewomen fled in unison as soon as Idyllia approached. They left behind a look of contempt for a woman who had presumably sold herself to an enemy general.
(I’m a needle in a haystack…)
For Idyllia, who had lived a proud life so far, it was a great burden emotionally to receive that kind of contempt from those around her. However, she could not refute it. In fact, she was Silvio’s consoler.
When they attended a ball together, just walking alongside him, beautifully dressed, with her hand on his elbow, her heart throbbed uncontrollably. Even though his personality has changed considerably, he was Idyllia’s first love. If it hadn’t been for the incident five years ago, they would be together now. The way in which they stood there, as if everyone else were mere specks of dust, was something to behold.
(In other words, everyone’s reproachful glances are not entirely out of line…)
While looking at Silvio surrounded by people at the glittering and grand ball, she mawed on such thoughts. Even among the extravagantly dressed courtesans, he stood out in Idyllia’s eyes. It was as if he was bathed in the light of the countless chandeliers that illuminated the hall. Tonight was the ball to welcome the Mediolam’s envoy. The head of the envoy, Silvio, was dressed in the white formal wear of his military uniform and surrounded by invited guests while a light waltz played in the background. Idyllia also stood quietly by his side, dressed in a pomegranate-coloured dress. Although too flamboyant for her own taste.
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