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Hngh!
The words Zeroth had taught him until now were finally paying off.
As Sylvian greedily devoured Zeroth’s length, he gasped out the phrases he had learned from him, his body jolting with every rough tug Zeroth gave him.
“Haah! Aaah! Ahh!”
Each time his body was slammed back down after being lifted by the relentless thrusts inside, he let out moans he couldn’t suppress.
His head spun as blood rushed wildly through me.
Endless moans spilled out, as if his heart was about to burst.
Drip, drip.
His length, already swollen with arousal, was spilling thick release.
“My wife, do you see this?”
Regaining a moment of composure, Zeroth buried himself deep inside before whispering into Sylvian’s ear.
“……!”
As his length ground against that sensitive spot inside, pressing down firmly, Sylvian’s eyes flew open—another climax crashing over him.
“Here. My cock is buried this deep inside you.”
His soft, muscleless belly bulged with every movement.
Zeroth let out a low chuckle, his voice rumbling in his throat, as he ran his fingers over Sylvian’s trembling, spent length.
“Ah, stop! No, I can’t—!”
The overwhelming sensations made his arms and legs tremble uncontrollably.
Sylvian’s face twisted in distress as the relentless stimulation returned to his length.
“Liar. Your hole is tightening around me like it loves this so much.”
Zeroth, who had wrapped himself around Sylvian’s quivering body, chuckled and whispered teasingly, his voice dripping with amusement.
“Shh, my wife. Just let it go.”
“Ah…!”
Sylvian’s face, already flushed deep red, darkened further.
At the sound of that whisper, an undeniable pressure surged within him.
“Nnngh…!”
His vision blurred in an instant.
The moment Zeroth hushed him with a soft “shh” and thrust deeper against his inner walls, Sylvian realized something was wrong.
Zeroth’s length pushed past his most sensitive spot, delving even deeper inside him.
And then, Zeroth knocked against a solid wall—something that shouldn’t be touched.
A deep, resonating hum vibrated through him, making him instinctively shrink away.
But when he let out a shaky breath, his body suddenly froze.
“Shh, my dear. It’s okay, you can let go.”
Thud.
Drip.
Trickle.
A stream.
Drip.
“Aah—!”
His whole body trembled uncontrollably.
And then, from below, a rush of warmth spilled out.
“It’s impossible for this not to be obscene. You’re peeing so lewdly.”
As Sylvian convulsed so intensely his eyes nearly rolled back, Zeroth didn’t miss the opportunity and thrust his hips once more against the tightly closed wall.
“Ugh! Haa!”
“You’re beautiful, my dear. I never imagined you’d love my cock so much that you’d end up pissing yourself.”
Sylvian let out a string of embarrassed words, but all that could be heard was his trembling cries, as if pleasure had already consumed his reason.
Zeroth, feeling that he himself was not far from the edge, thrust his hips deep into the inner walls that clung to him hungrily, almost as if biting down.
“I’ll fill your womb to the brim with my seed… You’ll carry my child.”
With a low chuckle, Zeroth finally released everything he had been holding back.
“Nngh…!”
Sylvian tightly gripped Zeroth’ arm as he felt the thick, swirling heat pooling inside him.
His slender body trembled as Zeroth gave a final thrust, pushing every last drop deeper within.
With a smirk, Zeroth began to nibble at Sylvian’s neck, savoring the sight of him seated on his lap, taking in everything he had to give.
“Ugh…”
“Are you awake?”
“Mm…”
For a moment, he had blacked out.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself lying in Zeroth’s arms.
Sylvian tried to speak, but no sound came out.
He clutched his throat.
“I’ll get you some water.”
“Ah…”
The moment Zeroth shifted slightly, something heavy moved inside him.
Sylvian’s face froze as he realized that Zeroth was still buried deep inside him.
‘This crazy bastard…’
Outside, the sky was dim with the light of early dawn.
Not long ago, he had been crying in Zeroth’s embrace.
Gulp. Gulp.
As the lukewarm water slid down his throat, he felt slightly better.
“You wouldn’t let go of me, so I had no choice but to sleep like this.”
Zeroth shamelessly explained their still-connected bodies, as if answering Sylvian’s questioning gaze.
Judging by the fresh bedding and the clean feel of his body, it seemed that everything had already been taken care of.
And yet, the sensation inside him remained, unwavering.
“P-Pull out… please.”
“Hmm, no.”
“W-Why not?”
“Last night, you were supposed to receive all the love I could give… but I didn’t do enough.”
Morning training was going to start soon anyway.
Having spent the night in rare satisfaction, Zeroth pressed a kiss to Sylvian’s flushed cheek.
“Cough, cough.”
Sylvian started coughing lightly, and Zeroth brought the water cup to his lips again.
‘Give me a break, will you?’
He was an absolute beast in bed.
It made sense now—why the book had described the protagonist couple as going at it day and night.
‘Leave me out of it.’
Still, thanks to Zeroth’s pheromones, his body felt noticeably lighter.
It was nice, sure, but it was about time he started looking out for himself.
As Zeroth pressed closer from behind, the friction inside made Sylvian tense involuntarily.
Holding back his moans, he pulled the blanket over his face, looking utterly pitiful.
‘I need to prepare before the real protagonist shows up.’
He had already bought beautiful clothes.
Starting tomorrow, he had to put his plan into motion.
Since he had already made an appearance in the plaza, he would have to attend the upcoming party as well.
As Zeroth moved, the tight heat inside him clenched reflexively, and Sylvian recalled why he had stubbornly bought new clothes yesterday.
If he wanted to seduce someone, he needed to stand out.
The Next Morning
A fashion show was underway from the early hours.
“Oh my, oh my! It suits you perfectly!”
Elgana gushed, making Sylvian’s face flush.
The clothes he had bought yesterday were neatly arranged in the wardrobe.
After waking up late and finishing breakfast, he was dragged into an impromptu dress-up session by the maids.
He had only bought a few off-the-rack pieces in a hurry, but they suited him so well that the maids squealed in excitement.
“Duchess! You look stunning!”
Hidden beneath their admiration was the silent lament—‘Why did you have to marry the Duke?!’
Gone was the ragged, half-starved appearance he had when he first entered the duchy.
Though still on the slender side, he now had just enough softness to make his features more attractive.
“Hmm, I’m glad everyone likes it.”
Even though he was a man, the fair-skinned Duchess looked delicate and lovely.
“What do you think, Whisen?”
“…It suits you well.”
Whisen, who had been standing outside as a guard, had been dragged into the room under the maids’ relentless persuasion.
He had heard that Sylvian had barely spent a fraction of the Duke’s personal wealth yesterday, but the outfits he had chosen resembled the trendy fashion of the younger generation.
‘What the hell is with those tight, unsightly pants?
Holding back a frown, Whisen answered as calmly as he could.
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