I Thought It Was the Monster Duke's Fake Sedative - Chapter 28

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Chapter 28
Edward’s face twisted into an expression of bewilderment before he could help himself.
But the Royal Physician continued in a serious tone.
“You said she had been confined underground in the Temple all this time, yes?”
“That’s right.”
“Then it’s quite likely she couldn’t eat, couldn’t move, and couldn’t sleep. And she never saw sunlight.”
……
“In such a situation, if there were some kind of stimulus too intense to resist…”
The elderly Royal Physician glanced sideways at Edward, who stood there draped in nothing but a towel below the waist, and his face flushed scarlet.
Edward answered in a somewhat dazed tone.
“So what you’re saying is—”
……
“She fainted because the sight of me was too much of a shock.”
“For now, yes, that seems to be the case.”
The Royal Physician blinked his eyes shyly, like a young girl, and withdrew.
Edward kept vigil at Lucy’s side for a long while.
He gazed down at her sleeping form with a grave expression.
All it took was seeing his own body head-on for her to grow dizzy and collapse like this.
Endearing, certainly—and he understood that she cared for him enough to faint at the sight of him.
‘She’s fragile.’
What’s more, she collapsed in a heap by herself and set his heart racing.
Truly, she was an infuriatingly delicate little creature.
That night, resolved to find some way forward, Edward dozed fitfully at the side of the sleeping Lucy.
“Master.”
Edward woke at the sound of someone calling him.
……
He lifted his head, then froze, startled.
Rustle.
The woman on the bed had somehow gotten to her feet, completely bare, and was looking down at him.
“You.”
“This time, let me wash you properly.”
Small lips moved silently as her white body was revealed in the moonlight.
The luminous glow of her skin that had gleamed through the wet fabric below the surface of the bathwater was now exposed without any garment or other barrier in between.
The moment he took in the sight of her small but surprisingly full breasts, and the pale rose that crowned them—
he could not tear his gaze away.
Before he knew it, while he sat rigid, a small white hand reached out and caressed his face.
……
He should push her away—but he couldn’t.
A woman who had fainted from just a kiss might hurt herself if he used his strength; he couldn’t risk that. And besides…
No—in truth, he didn’t want to push her away.
He wanted to stay like this a moment longer.
Rather than wait for her to come closer, he wanted to pull her into his embrace, but he had no confidence in controlling his strength.
Afraid that the moment he wrapped his arms around her she would shatter, Edward clenched his fists and held back the urge.
The woman, seeing the veins standing out across his knuckles, laughed as though delighted.
“Come here, Master.”
And with that, she laid him down on the bed without hesitation.
The moment he lay back as she guided him, Lucy settled naturally onto him, and her small hands began to caress his chest slowly.
The sound of the shirt he’d thrown on carelessly before bed rustling beneath her small hands was unnaturally distinct.
Pop. Pop. Pop.
As the buttons came undone beneath her dexterous fingertips, she looked down at him with evident satisfaction.
“You have to undress to get washed, don’t you?”
Edward found himself nodding in agreement without thinking.
But what exactly did she intend to wash him with?
This wasn’t the Bathroom where they’d bathed together, and it was only a Bedroom.
The question was answered shortly after.
“Mm—”
A tiny tongue flicked out and began to lick at his neck.
Just as he had bitten and licked hers.
The moment he realized this, a reddish flush bloomed across the pale skin of her neck.
When Edward understood that those were bite marks he himself had left, heat began to boil in his mind.
“I can’t let you.”
The hand reaching out was stayed by the woman’s delicate voice.
“What if I get hurt?”
She carried on so brazenly, yet he found he had no desire to correct her.
On the other hand, she was right—his fingertips flinched as he pulled back, and her small lips trailed downward from his chest to his belly.
Drawing breath without thinking, the veins rose sharply above the muscles of his lower abdomen.
The woman gazed at him with a smile, her fingertips gliding softly across those veins, and then—
She opened his trousers.
“You’re so beautiful here too, Master. And here.”
“…Wait.”
“I wanted to do this for you.”
The sensation of her moist whisper scattering across his body was startling.
Even more so was the feeling of that small, soft form moving so dangerously over what lay before her.
A low sound escaped him.
His teeth clenched between his lips, and the tendons of his neck stood taut.
Startled, the woman glanced up as if gauging his reaction, and Edward swallowed hard, forcing himself to relax.
He didn’t want to frighten her.
“Ah…”
Biting his lip to contain the violent surge of sensation, he watched as the woman resumed her eager movements with her tongue and lips.
Clumsy as her motions were, his weapon rose so fiercely that it struck against his lower belly.
Just as the waves she was stirring began to overwhelm him—
“Stop.”
Edward finally gripped her head and pulled her away.
“Where on earth did you learn this?”
Who taught you?
The thought made his reason flicker and waver.
The woman tilted her head indifferently.
“From you, of course, Master.”
“…From me?”
“Don’t you remember when we performed Purification together?”
Then it came back to him, hazy but there.
Lucy had insisted that all the Purifications Sephina had performed were ones she herself had performed.
…And what the woman was doing now was one of the acts Sephina had bragged about doing with Edward.
Something he’d once heard and dismissed without so much as a scoff or rebuttal.
When Sephina spoke of it, he’d only thought it revolting, wondered why anyone would put such a thing in their mouth—
All the while the woman gazed at him with innocent, dark eyes.
The moment their eyes met, a strange sensation struck him.
Something he could only name as guilt.
“How cunning you are.”
The woman giggled softly, returning the words he’d once spoken to her.
In that instant, Edward reached for Lucy.
“…Stop.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
He exhaled, forcing down his arousal, and was reaching to wipe her lips—damp from what he had spilled—when—
“But Master.”
“What.”
“We’re only just beginning.”
“What are you—ugh!”
As she spoke, the woman spread her legs and lowered herself onto him.
“……!”
Of course, she was bare below as well.
The long, glistening slit opened slightly, drenched and settled over his weapon, and Edward’s eyes were utterly captivated.
The unbearably soft sensation traced his peak, and her opening ground against his weapon as if it would swallow him whole.
“Master.”
As the woman laughed wickedly and repeatedly rose and fell, sticky fluid stretched between them like thread, connecting his weapon and her slit.
Unable to tear his eyes away, he swallowed without thinking.
“…Hah.”
Edward awoke with a start.
For a long moment he lay dazed, his gaze wavering between the still-sleeping Lucy beside him and his own lower body, until he finally rose and entered the Bathroom.
He couldn’t stand there like that and remain at her side.
After consoling himself in the Bathroom until his wrists ached, Edward found himself overwhelmed by a shame he had never known before.
The woman slept on, oblivious to the world, while he had indulged in such a dream.
It was a strange emotion, one he had never truly felt before.
‘…Disgraceful.’
When he thought about it, wasn’t it that small mouse’s fault?
A small, worthless mouse who had insisted on bathing him.
If only she hadn’t said such a thing.
And if only she hadn’t poured her strength needlessly into his wounds, he would never have had such a dream.
Edward traced the wound still lingering at his waist, lost in thought.
‘I won’t allow it again.’
Stepping out with that bitter reproach, he caught sight of Lucy still asleep on the Bedroom.
As if unaware that moments ago she had kissed him and drowsed in a haze, shamelessly seducing him in her dreams, she lay curled beneath the blanket, her eyes closed in foolish repose.
“Tsk.”
As he approached to cover the quilt that she had kicked halfway off—
something caught Edward’s eye.
…….
The mark that had been so vivid in the dream.
The bruise where his teeth had sunk into Lucy’s neck.
That, at least, was no dream—it remained, undeniably real.

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