Isn’t Being A Wicked Woman Much Better? - Chapter 218

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Special Side Story 3
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“I knew Enrique was learning swordplay from you, but I had no idea his skill was that exceptional.”
That night.
I told Isidore, who had just returned from military training, about what had happened at the Academy that day, and he smiled with evident pride in his eyes.
“As Enrique’s mentor, I’m quite proud of him.”
“But Enrique isn’t naturally gifted like you—he wasn’t born with a demon swordsman’s constitution. Won’t training in both magic and swordsmanship be too much for him?”
“My student has an exceptional talent for condensing and controlling magical power. When that ability is maximized, it’s fundamentally no different from a Sword Master who unleashes blade energy.”
“So when swordsmanship and magic reach their pinnacle, they ultimately become one.”
I was nodding at this new revelation when I suddenly stopped.
Isidore, dressed in a deep navy military uniform, was beginning to undress, loosening the epaulettes and buttons of his jacket.
‘Honestly, this newly redesigned Knight Order uniform suits him incredibly well.’
The belt accentuated his waist just enough to make his lean physique even more striking, and the intricate embroidered buttons and gold accents emphasized the aristocratic, refined aura he naturally possessed.
‘…What a shame.’
I disliked it when Isidore left for military training, but seeing him in uniform made me reluctant to let him go. I stared at him intently, trying to commit the image to memory, when he tilted his head.
“…Is there something you want to tell me? Based on my experience, it seems like you’re hiding something I’d find troublesome to hear.”
“Huh? Ah, no?”
At his sharp observation, I reacted nervously like a caught thief and fumbled through an excuse.
“It’s just… military training must have been really exhausting.”
“Do I smell like sweat? I should have washed up first.”
“No, that’s not it. It’s just that this training period seemed longer than last winter.”
“Yes. To counter high-level demons, the existing military training alone isn’t sufficient. We extended the training period while experimenting with various formations and tactics.”
“…I see.”
Sweat kept forming on the back of my neck, so I fanned myself with my hand, but Isidore stepped closer.
Then he began rubbing my ear with his warm hand, and I swallowed hard.
“Did you miss me? I nearly went mad missing you.”
“…Even though you kept appearing with teleportation magic in between…”
As he gazed at me intently, as if trying to engrave me in his eyes, I felt embarrassed and grumbled while looking away.
In truth, every time he appeared during training breaks via teleportation, Isidore had kissed me more roughly than usual before vanishing in an instant.
“Do you know how much I suffered, afraid of being arrested for abandoning my post, unable to see you freely?”
The thought of Duke Visconti becoming a deserter made me laugh without thinking, and suddenly he pulled me into his embrace and devoured my lips like a starving beast.
“…Mmph!”
It was a kiss so intense and overwhelming that my vision spun.
As my breath caught in my throat and my mind felt like it was melting, he gently bit my lower lip before lifting my body effortlessly.
My back was now pressed against the soft bed sheets, and he hovered above me, breathing slowly.
“…Deborah, whenever you smile, I still go mad.”
I stared up at him blankly, then felt a sudden thirst and swallowed.
“Me too.”
“….”
“Isidore, because of you, my heart always races too fast.”
I reached out and gently caressed his sharp cheekbones, then slowly traced my fingertips along the contours of his eyes, the bridge of his nose, and down to his jaw.
As time passed, Isidore’s beautiful face grew increasingly mature and captivating, stealing my gaze with each passing moment.
But what truly ensnared my attention and seized my heart was the unwavering affection gleaming in those emerald eyes.
“…Hold me. Isidore.”
As I wrapped my arms around his neck, Isidore furrowed his brow slightly, his smile turning ambiguous as if caught off guard.
“If you say things like that, it’s hard for me to restrain myself.”
“You don’t have to.”
He drew a sharp breath, his eager hands moving to unfasten the remaining buttons of his uniform, but I impulsively caught his wrist.
“That…”
“?”
“…You don’t need to take that off either…”
“Ah.”
Isidore’s eyes suddenly gleamed with understanding, his gaze turning predatory like a fox.
“I should have paid closer attention to my wife’s preferences. I’ve been rather dull, haven’t I?”
“…It’s just… there seemed to be so many buttons. It’s troublesome, you know.”
“There are only four buttons left, but if that’s what you prefer…”
As he feigned generosity, I felt a surge of irritation and yanked his black leather belt sharply, biting my lower lip just as he had done moments before.
“Only four, you say? Seems like you still have plenty of composure left.”
“….”
At my words, the amusement dancing in his eyes dimmed slightly.
“Well. As far as I can recall, composure is something I’ve never possessed—not once—when it comes to you.”
Isidore whispered the confession softly against my ear, and my fingertips trembled at his words.
Soon, his warm lips found my neck. As a melting heat began to consume my body, I gasped and gripped his solid shoulders tightly.
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Snow had fallen throughout the night, and beyond the window bathed in the pale blue light of dawn, the landscape was painted white like a blank canvas.
As I gazed outside with half-closed eyes, a firm arm wrapped around my waist.
Isidore’s warm body heat gradually awakened my drowsy consciousness.
“Did you sleep well?”
He asked softly, placing a gentle kiss on my neck.
Unlike me, utterly exhausted, Isidore’s skin gleamed with vitality and his face was radiant with satisfaction.
‘I’m even hoarse from it all.’
“I’m still sleepy… thanks to a certain someone who kept me awake until late.”
Feeling petulant, I tugged at his tousled golden hair above his forehead, and he narrowed his eyes with lazy amusement.
“If I recall correctly, it was my fearless wife who provoked me first and kept insisting.”
“A Duke who must maintain rational judgment in all matters—how can you keep falling for provocation so easily?”
“How could I make a rational decision when you’re this beautiful and adorable? I can’t. I’d sooner abdicate my title.”
He whined dramatically, nuzzling his hair against my shoulder.
He resembled a large, affectionate beast, and as I gently stroked his head, drowsiness crept over me again, drawing a soft yawn.
“I’ll sing you a lullaby. Sleep more.”
He whispered tenderly, offering his arm as a pillow, and I drifted back to sleep with my head resting against his firm chest.
I woke from deep sleep and found myself staring directly into emerald eyes that gazed back at me.
Despite the overcast weather, Isidore’s self-luminous face triggered a flood of serotonin through my veins.
Still half-asleep, I found myself gazing blankly at his face with foolish thoughts, when Isidore gently rubbed the corners of my eyes and spoke.
“You’ve slept for quite a while. Aren’t you hungry?”
As if responding to his words, my stomach growled audibly, and I felt a bit embarrassed as I bit my lip.
“I knew it. You’re always hungry at this hour.”
Isidore chuckled and rang the bell. Shortly after, a servant entered the room carrying a meal.
“Here, say ‘ah’ for me.”
Isidore spread butter on bread and tried to feed it to me, and by now accustomed to this, I accepted it without resistance.
The day after finishing arduous duties, Isidore particularly enjoyed staying close by my side, attending to various needs and spending time together.
After finishing my meal and taking a light bath, Isidore appeared as if he’d been waiting, producing a brush and beginning to slowly comb through my hair.
In the mirror’s reflection, Isidore’s face looked immensely delighted, like someone savoring a cherished hobby.
“There’s nothing in this world as soft as your hair, except perhaps your skin.”
Murmuring such embarrassing words, Isidore applied a floral-scented oil to the ends of my violet hair, then briefly nuzzled his nose against the long strands before releasing them.
No one would ever imagine he had obsessive-compulsive tendencies upon seeing him like this.
“Let me do it for you.”
When I attempted to brush his golden hair in turn, Isidore’s expression stiffened slightly.
While he enjoyed attending to me meticulously, when I tried to reciprocate his care, he displayed an uncharacteristic tension.
His hair was short, so it didn’t take long, but as I brushed, his nape and scalp grew warm with heat.
As I caressed his flushed nape, I impulsively wrapped my arms around him from behind, and he swallowed a short breath.
“…Ah. You’re provoking me again.”
“Duke Visconti. What will you do if you can’t maintain such composure every time?”
“Deborah, should I really consider stepping down from this dukedom…?”
“Just hold on until the children have their debut ball.”
“…Once the children are all grown, I’m abandoning all these bothersome duties and staying by your side all day, so be prepared.”
Isidore made a threat in a serious tone that sounded entirely unconvincing, and I smiled deeply while pulling his waist closer.

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