CH 23.2

Even the Grand Duke was now starting to thrust his back. He continued to act as if he had the will to bury every trace of him inside, and as a result, the piece of flesh large enough to cover her breath was rubbed on the end of Anne’s tongue.

Her breath was choked by the mass of flesh squeezing her tongue back and forth. There were gurgling and popping sounds whenever the hard penis moved in and out between her tiny lips.

“Cu-urgh . . .  co . . . heup.”

Every time she tried to speak, her pronunciation was muffled, only sobs leaking out. Even though her eyes became cloudy to the point it was blurring, her body became more and more sensitive. Her bottom began to get wet. Every time the Grand Duke’s mouth stirred, it was throbbing deep inside her.

The cold eyes met the blue eyes filled with water between the eyelashes that fell as softly like the flap of a butterfly’s wings.

“You are sucking well now. But what about those eyes?”

He smirks at her and pulls her closer to his side. Anne, who lost her center, was shoved between his thighs.

“Hu-buhbb . . . Uh-uhbb . . . heub.”

The saliva that couldn’t reach the pillar, which was quickly pounding into her mouth, trickled down her chin. It was because the Grand Duke’s object quickly closed the hole in her mouth for swallowing saliva.

Losing her will, her body tilted forward and then often pushed back and forth. The thick object pressed against her inside, crushed down on her tongue, and every time it stroked her throat, she gasped for breath. There was no mercy in the force exerted by holding the nape of her neck, and with every movement she was encased in dizziness.

Yet Anne did not close her eyes, and she stubbornly stuck her gaze to the Grand Duke’s. She didn’t want to please him with a troubled face.

Finally, as he rubbed her face between his thighs, he relaxed his hand, and Anne spit out the flesh that she had been sucking. The hair that had been mercilessly crushed by the Grand Duke’s hand was scattered in a mess.

“Haa . . . Cough, kuh . . .”

Anne coughed as she gasped for breath with her face covered in tears and saliva. Her tears, which were barely hanging from the corners of her eyes, fell on the cold floor.

Chill and heat ran through her body alternately. As she sat on the cold floor, cold air rose from below her, and hot breath barely escaped from her mouth.

“Is this enough to teach you what your situation is?”

“. . ..”

“Then let’s start eating properly now.”

With a noble expression on his face, the Grand Duke now pointed to his chair with his chin, without reaching out his hand to her as she sat on the floor.

4. Beginning of Doubt

That night, Anne became very sick, and in the end she fell ill. She had been sitting on the balcony for a while in the cold weather, and her frail body had no strength to endure.

In the sweltering heat, Anne had a dream. She looked back at her memories from exactly six months ago.

* * *

Sweet music sang softly in her ears.

Here . . . Ah, the masquerade of Duchy Mullite.

As she walked down the red carpet with Salton escorting her, Anne slowly remembered why she was here. Even today, reluctantly at her mother’s insistence, she attended the banquet with Salton.

“Miss Anggroane, you are so beautiful today.”

Salton’s gaze, unable to take his eyes off her, flashed an unseen passion.

“Sir Salton as well.”

Anne bowed her knees slightly, and she responded by praising Salton’s appearance. She could easily recognize that he was also handsome even though he was covering his face, so she wasn’t completely lying.

Just then, she saw a woman approaching from the other side. Although she is hiding her face with a flashy colored mask, Anne recognized who it was at once.

Marquis Lady Sienna Pelimont.

She was always the woman who showed a subtle hostility to Anne, behind which was Anne’s own fiance, Salton. She recognized them even while masked and went straight to where Anne and Salton were standing.

“Long time no see.”

The bright voice of the woman who smiled softly appeared delighted. As she hesitated, not knowing who Salton was to Anne, Sienna spoke her words, raising the corners of her lips beautifully.

“I am Sienna Pelimont.”

“Long time no see. The mask suits Lady well.”

“Sir Salton, you are very handsome today.”

Sienna’s red eyes squinted at Salton. In front of her, Sienna gave off an ecstatic look, and Anne, who had seen it several times, could guess that she was obsessed with Salton.

“Nice to meet you, Lady Pelimont.”

Anne gave a brief greeting. She thought she wanted to ignore Sienna, but Sienna was drawing too much attention. For this reason, Anne, who valued

her reputation, had to show courtesy that was worthy of her outward appearance.

“Ah . . . Lady Libelois?”

Before long, she could feel the woman staring at her, her eyes scanning up and down. In spite of the blasphemous behavior, Anne did not express her displeasure, and responded moderately with a smile that was now made as easy as breathing.

“For the ladies’ privacy, I’ll depart for a moment.”

When Salton left the place in a friendly tone to provide a place for the girls to talk, Sienna lowered her lips like a lie.