When Raha had bluntly demanded compensation, Teore hadn’t hesitated for a single second.
The absolute certainty in the Duke’s eyes—making it clear he would grant literally anything to secure his exclusivity—had prompted Raha to boldly alter his initial plan of asking for mere currency, opting to demand an entire estate instead.
He had been fully prepared to employ every negotiation tactic to persuade him, but Teore’s counteroffer had completely shattered his expectations.
“I will grant you one-third of my entire territory. If you wish to become a lord, that should suffice—”
“No, no! I have absolutely no desire to govern an estate. I simply want enough wealth to live luxuriously, doing whatever I please for the rest of my days, with plenty left over.”
“Wealth? I see. That is even simpler. I shall grant you half of my entire personal fortune.”
Hearing Teore offer half his staggering fortune as if it were pocket change had nearly caused Raha’s heart to stop right then and there.
As the head of a family wealthier and vaster than the Imperial line itself, receiving half of that meant Raha would instantly become as wealthy as Marquis Gerard or Border Earl Hayden.
Teore was absolutely not the type of man to break his word once uttered, meaning Raha was effectively already one of the richest men in the entire Empire.
“Hngh, ah, ugh…”
Letting out a steady stream of soft groans, Raha continued to run the financial math through his head.
Before coming into this parlor, Teore had already dispatched orders to his chief aide to begin the legal transfer of half his assets into Raha’s name.
The immense wealth would officially be his very soon.
‘But if I take the money and run immediately, Teore will completely lose his mind.’
“Lose his mind” was an understatement.
The man would hunt him down with a bloodshot, furious vengeance, utilizing every resource in existence.
And once caught, Raha would be stripped of the fortune, lose any goodwill, and likely spend the rest of his days rotting in a dungeon.
The mere thought of it sent a shudder of revulsion through him.
It was a scenario that absolutely could not be allowed to happen.
‘Right. Let’s stay by his side for just a little while.’
As time passed, Teore might eventually fall for Edrion exactly as the novel intended.
And even if he didn’t, Raha could simply act as a matchmaker to push them together quickly.
Staying a bit longer to enjoy the luxury and the Duke’s warmth didn’t seem like a bad trade-off.
Raha instinctively reached out, intending to run his fingers through Teore’s hair as the man continued to obsessively lick and suck at his chest.
Now that his mind was settled, the Duke actually seemed somewhat endearing.
But the exact moment his fingertips brushed against those fine, dark strands, his body froze entirely.
It was an involuntary, primal rejection—a deeply ingrained somatic trauma from the original Raha’s memory of almost being choked to death by this very man.
‘Well, it’s hard to fully comprehend, but he seems completely captivated by me right now, so a repeat of that incident is highly unlikely.’
Since the man adored him enough to sign away half his wealth without a second thought, his life wasn’t in immediate danger.
Furthermore, since the current Raha had no intention of becoming blinded by jealousy and tormenting Edrion, he wouldn’t give Teore a reason to resort to violence.
Therefore, it wouldn’t hurt to indulge this blindly devoted Duke with a little reward before eventually making his exit.
Assuming, of course, that his own body could handle being that reward.
“Hngh, Your Grace… stop that now…”
He meant for Teore to stop messing around with his chest and just drive his length back inside, but when he spoke, Teore paused.
The Duke lifted his head, his dark, moisture-laden eyes narrowing to sharp slits, his tongue still slightly parted from his chest before he began to trail his kisses downward.
“Y-Your Grace? Ah!”
Passing his navel without a moment’s hesitation, that hot tongue slid all the way down, making direct contact with Raha’s own member, which was already fully erect from the prolonged stimulation above.
Teore’s tongue traced up the length of the shaft, settling at the very tip, lazily lapping up the clear pre-cum weeping from the small ridge.
The sheer, suffocating sensuality of the sight was so overwhelmingly explicit that Raha instinctively threw his hands over his face, letting out a fractured groan.
“Hngh, ah…”
Suddenly, Teore nipped lightly with his teeth right beneath the glans.
“Ah!”
“Don’t hide your face, Laha.”
As Raha quickly pulled his hands away from his face at the sharp sting, Teore’s serpentine eyes locked onto him with a fierce, piercing intensity.
Whether it was from the sudden nip or the blatantly predatory glare that signaled an explicit desire to devour him whole, a violent, burning blush flooded Raha’s cheeks.
“Yes. Good boy.”
An turning up the corners of his lips in a highly satisfied smirk, Teore returned to tormenting the tip of his member with his tongue.
A soft smile spread across the Duke’s face as he looked down at the shaft, which was twitching automatically against his mouth as if finding the reaction adorable.
Watching him, a sudden, erratic impulse flared within Raha.
He wanted to feel Teore’s length in his own mouth.
“I… I want to suck yours, too.”
It was a completely reckless declaration—the sheer bravado of an absolute novice who had never performed oral sex in his life, suddenly blurted out in a haze of pure arousal.
Teore, who had been diligently licking at the small crease of the glans, paused and looked up at him with wide, genuinely astonished eyes.
His face was already so thoroughly crimson it wouldn’t be surprising if it burned to ashes right then and there.
Unable to muster the courage to hide it, Raha simply stared straight back into those dark eyes and repeated himself clearly.
“I want to suck it. Your Grace’s cock.”
“Dammit, Laha.”
Dropping his head, Teore let out a heavy, ragged breath, a low curse vibrating in his throat.
He snapped his upper body upright, looking down at Raha with a dark intensity.
“You’ve never even done it before, have you?”
“Y-Your Grace was a virgin too, but you just sucked mine anyway.”
“I happen to be quite adept at things I’ve never done before.”
“I-I’ve at least read about how to do it in books, you know?”
As Raha rolled his eyes, stubbornly firing back counterarguments, a thoroughly amused laugh escaped Teore before he gave a single nod.
“Fine. Then give it a try.”
With that, he flipped his body around, repositioning himself directly over Raha’s face.
Raha’s eyes widened instinctively as the massive, heavy length suddenly swayed right before his vision.
“If you find it too difficult, just follow my lead as I move.”
Leaving him with that single remark, Teore leaned down on all fours and took Raha’s member entirely into his mouth in one deep swallow.
“Hngh!”
The moment his body shuddered from the sudden, intense friction, Teore’s prone positioning caused his own massive member to rub heavily against Raha’s face.
Since he was the one who had boldly claimed he wanted to do this, there was no backing out now.
