She didnât know if she was happy or scared. All she knew was that she was like prey to him. Her body shuddered whenever his tongue licked her flesh.
âYou are so wet that I can keep doing this, you know?â
âStopâ¦â
âIf you call my name, it stops.â
Was he laughing? The small movements from contact made her tremble, and as he put his tongue up a little further, her waist lifted a little more. He seemed to have rubbed her toes a few times, but she remained in place because of his strong hand.
The moment he touched her clit, Molitiaâs waist bent to its fullest. The brideâs appearance, accompanied by a crumbling wedding dress, was more vibrant than ever.
Each time she gasped vigorously, the flowers and jewels embroidered on the fancy dress breathed. The brideâs face, which was initially as white as her wedding dress, was now red.
Her fluid dripped on the wedding dress. He said he would drink it, but he could do nothing about the flow that ran down his chin.
âMolitia!â
It was then. The Dukeâs head jerked away at the shrill voice that called for Molitia. It wasnât a loud rumbling sound, but the stomping footsteps were the sound of someone wandering about looking for her.
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Itâs only a matter of time before the two of them were found. The Dukeâs forehead frowned. He was so excited. He swallowed his saliva and moved away from Molitia with regret.
âI think I have to stop for now.â
He put her underwear back on. He deliberately pressed his fingers over her underwear. Her fair forehead frowned as her underwear got wet from her juices.
âYouâd better think carefully about whether or not to call my name till your wet underwear dries.â
âWhat does that mean?â
âThat means the bet isnât over yet.â
He smiled and held out his hand at her. Molitia looked at him curiously, and he looked down at her feet.
âAre you going to walk with that foot again?â
âItâs bandaged now, so Iâll be fine.â
âNo.â
He spoke emphatically. She will walk with that scarred foot. He wondered if she will quit only when the wound reoccurred. He looked at her with eyes that didnât like the idea.
He lifted her once again before Molitia could say anything.
âItâs not my taste to make love with a sick person.â
It went without saying that Molitiaâs face turned red again at his words.
âMolitia!â
As the Duke stepped outside, holding Molitia, he encountered the Count. Unlike the surprised Count, the Dukeâs expression remained the same.
The Duke knew who was calling Molitia in the first place, and calling the Duchess by her name instead of the title.
âHuh, Hmm.â (The Count)
The Count raised his eyes fiercely at Molitia and found the peacock and coughed in vain.
âSo you were here. Todayâs main Couple suddenly disappeared, and now everyoneâs looking. Letâs go.â
âMy wife hurt her foot.â
He relaxed and showed Molitiaâs feet. Her bare feet were caught in the Countâs eyes because the Duke held her shoes. The Countâs eyebrows wriggled when he saw Molitiaâs feet wrapped in a bandage with swollen feet.
She bowed quickly as the Countâs gaze turned her head away. The Countâs reproachful gaze because of the injury could be understood without having to look at it again.
âOh, no, my daughter is supposed to take care of herself, but thank you for taking care of her.â
âNo, as a husband, I should.â
The Duke smiled amiably. The Count stopped his gaze and smiled as if to match the Duke.
âThen why donât you go to the ballroom now? The main Couple of the dayâ¦.â
âIâm sorry, but we will go home now.â
The Dukeâs words interrupted the Countâs.
Suddenly, the Countâs face hardened as if he had never thought the Duke would cut off his words. Wordless, the Countâs face was filled with bewilderment.
âWhy suddenly? You donât like the place Iâve set upâ¦â¦?â
âNo way. Father-in-lawâs place is perfect.â
Unlike the Count, whose smiling face broke, the Dukeâs face remained calm. However, the Dukeâs eyes that stared at the Count were not smiling.
The Count felt the conversation changing. The Duke was not picky when they talked to each other several times. He would give the Count agreeable expressions, and then would match the Countâs thought.