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It was what Aileen had desperately wanted to hear. That was why she was even more certain it was a dream. Aileen reached out to Cesare in the dream.
He obediently embraced Aileen. Aileen asked, filled with earnest hope.
"Will I… be able to see you tomorrow too?"
It was a question she couldn't ask the real Cesare. A question she wouldn't dare to ask, she carefully placed it on the dream.
"I want to see you tomorrow too…"
Then, a large hand stroked Aileen's hair and cheek. Aileen leaned her face into his hand, feeling pleasant. He gave her an answer that didn't quite match the words of wanting to see her.
"It will be as you wish."
A sweet and tender voice flowed from the man who reeked of blood.
"Anything."
With his whisper as the end, Aileen was sucked into a deep sleep without even dreams.
Aileen suddenly woke up. She didn't remember it well, but it seemed like she had been having a very good dream. Judging by the feeling of regret as soon as she woke up…
It still seemed dark beyond her closed eyelids. Just as she was about to fall asleep again, a strange sound seeped into her ears. A squelching noise, and a groan as if in pain.
At the same time as recognizing the strangeness, she felt a foreign sensation below. Something long and hard was slowly stirring. The pleasure and pain, mixed together in a strange way, made her dizzy. A hazy thought crossed her mind.
'Come to think of it, I slept without underwear.'
Because she didn't have pubic hair to protect her delicate skin, she was sensitive to stimulation. Every time the cloth touched her swollen lower area, she felt a slight stinging pain, so she had fallen asleep without wearing underwear today.
As if punishing her lewdness for not properly wearing underwear, something hard gently rubbed. Aileen reflexively tightened her lower body. Her already moist lower area bit into the intruder with all its might.
However, the soft attack did no harm. The intruder relentlessly dug in and slowly rubbed. Aileen shuddered and opened her eyes wide at the sensation of carefully scanning her inner walls.
"Hngh…!"
A moan escaped from her lips. belatedly raising her body halfway, she hurriedly checked below. Facing an unimaginable sight, Aileen called his name like a scream.
"Cesare, Grand Duke!"
Cesare was sitting between her legs, which were wide open. He was smearing ointment on his index and middle fingers and caressing Aileen's lower area.
Looking down at her lower area after meeting his red eyes, it was covered with milky white ointment. The sight of the sticky ointment smeared thickly on the red, swollen, delicate skin evoked strange fantasies.
Aileen's face flushed in an instant. Unlike Aileen, who didn't know what to do, Cesare simply moved his hand with a nonchalant attitude. He narrowed his eyes and questioned her.
"You've grown up to be a liar."
The finger smeared with ointment touched her again.
"You said you were okay, but you're completely swollen."
"Hngh!"
The fine hairs on her cheeks stood on end. Her insensitive lower area became wet. Even though they had done it so much on their wedding night, she still shed moist fluid as if it wasn't enough. Her cheeks burned at the embarrassing reaction. Aileen hurriedly apologized to Cesare.
"I'm sorry, hngh, I was just too embarrassed and ashamed."
Still, she hadn't done nothing. She had taken the medicine she had brought from the lab and gone to bed early. After taking a nap, her body felt much lighter.
But since her lower area was still swollen, Cesare would feel as if she had neglected the injured area. When Aileen sent him a remorseful look, Cesare said in a low, firm tone.
"Don't hide when you're in pain. Understand?"
"Yes…"
Aileen looked tearful. She was happy that she had gotten away with not applying ointment to her lower area, but from the beginning, Cesare had no intention of letting it go.
He had spread Aileen's legs while she was asleep and checked her lower area. As soon as he saw her swollen lower area, he must have applied the ointment he had prepared in advance.
Cesare carefully scanned her, checking if there were any places where Aileen felt particular pain. Her body trembled involuntarily at the slowly groping fingers as if palpating.
In fact, the pleasure was greater than the pain. It hadn't been long since Cesare had tormented her so much. The skin, which still bore the traces of their wedding night, reacted sensitively to his touch.
Cesare was worried and treating her, but she didn't want to feel it alone. Aileen suppressed the pleasure that kept rising. She hurriedly turned her gaze elsewhere and clenched the Night Robe so hard that her knuckles turned white.
But Cesare's touch gradually awakened her senses. There was no way to stop the pleasure that was slowly rising from her stomach.
The creaking sound echoed in the quiet bedroom. Aileen twisted her waist finely every time his finger moved. She tried to hold back, but she couldn't control it. She was only filled with the thought that she wanted Cesare to move a little more roughly.
"Haa, ah…"
Before she knew it, her legs were wide open. She even lifted her hips slightly, but Aileen was unaware of her condition. She was just panting with a flushed breath at the lukewarm pleasure.
It was when she was desperately hoping that he would move his fingers more strongly. Cesare's finger was pulled out.
"Hngh…!"
Aileen let out a pitiful groan and tightened her lower body. Aileen stared blankly at Cesare, who was wiping his hands with a towel. Her lower abdomen was throbbing from the accumulated pleasure. All her nerves were focused on her empty lower area.
Cesare spoke in a rather stern voice, noticing what kind of look she had.
"No, Aileen. You're hurt."
She even felt sad at his cold reaction. Aileen couldn't say anything and groaned, and a faint smile appeared on the eyes of Cesare, who was watching.
"Are you in a lot of pain?"
If it were normal, she would have answered that she was okay. But she wasn't in a state where she could think rationally. Her lips moved first and revealed her inner thoughts.
"It's painful."
She remembered their wedding night. If she spoke honestly and asked, he would grant all her requests. But even though she looked at him with the same desperate eyes as then, Cesare didn't touch Aileen with even a fingertip anymore. Even though he was also making the thing between his legs swell thickly.
"It's a punishment, Aileen."
He whispered as he kissed her lightly.
"A punishment for not being honest about being in pain."
In the end, Aileen spent a painful day with the unresolved, lingering pleasure in her stomach.
Senon looked up at the sky with hollow eyes. He shouted towards the star-studded sky in an emotional voice.
"Finally… it's over…!"
Senon, who had tightly closed his eyes and opened them, turned to the side. There, Rohan was taking out a cigarette with a silent expression.
The two men quietly smoked together and took a short break. Rohan, who exhaled smoke, tapped Senon's shoulder briefly.
"You've worked hard."
"Haa, yeah. I really worked hard."
Senon's face, exhaling a big breath, was full of pride. It was a very difficult forced march, but it wasn't hard at all. Because it was all for Aileen.
Senon, who was grinning, rubbed his nose with the back of his hand and muttered.
"But I feel a little strange."
Rohan raised one of his thick eyebrows and asked briefly.
"Why?"
"Aileen-nim is grown up and getting married… Somehow, in my heart, she seemed like she would be a child forever."
He had seen Aileen since she was a little girl who looked like a small doll. But before he knew it, she had become an adult and was even getting married. He couldn't even believe the fact that he would be serving her as the Grand Duchess.
Senon, who was suddenly filled with emotion, recalled the first time he met Aileen.
The child who flew like a small bird from the lily flower garden and suddenly hugged Cesare. The 10-year-old who burst into tears was so surprisingly pretty.
But at that time, Senon hated Aileen very much.
