A Mad Lady’s Confession - Chapter 35

This was a ‘courtesy kiss.’

A perfectly proper kiss a gentleman gives a lady, filled with respect and etiquette.

A slightly intimate comfort a gentleman offers to preserve the honor of a lady who, despite her embarrassment, asks for forgiveness.

That was certainly what Matthias thought. It started that way.

“Mm… mmh….”

The kiss that was meant to end with a light brush of lips had deepened before he knew it, enough to draw out wet sounds. The small, soft tongue that touched his was sweet. The more they mixed, the more it suited his taste.

This shouldn’t be happening. It shouldn’t go this way. Even as he thought that, his lips refused to part, as if betraying their master’s will.

“…My breath… I can’t….”

As he tilted his head to deepen the kiss further, if the woman hadn’t let him know in that brief moment that she couldn’t breathe, he might not have even realized what he was doing.

Their lips finally separated. He looked at the woman, who was gasping for breath, his own breathing just as uneven.

Her lips were swollen from how much he’d sucked and bitten them, glistening with saliva. Her chest rose and fell with quick breaths, and her light green eyes, damp with moisture, looked up at him.

Late at night, a man and a woman sat facing each other on a soft bed. Both were thoroughly disheveled, unable to take their eyes off each other.

The nobles of Römern, who loved to name every act and gesture, what would they call what the two of them had just shared? Whatever it was, it certainly wasn’t the ‘courtesy kiss’ Matthias had initially intended.

He knew it himself. What this meant. Because the arousal rising from deep in his body had already hardened him. This was clearly a ‘sexual kiss.’

“…Ha….”

This wasn’t what he intended. Wasn’t this too base? Continuing something like this with a woman who was asking for forgiveness didn’t suit his conservative nature. It was like using her apology as an excuse to indulge in her body, like some shameless man—

“Aren’t you going to do it again?”

The woman abruptly cut through the man’s tangled thoughts.

“I want to do it again.”

The man’s Adam’s apple bobbed visibly.

When was the last time he had sex? That first night with her, over two months ago.

If he said he had never felt desire toward the woman during that time, it would be a lie and hypocrisy. When she brushed past him, when she lifted a teacup, when she lowered her head after being scolded by Lady Jules, he had quite often thought about wanting to hold her.

Not anyone else, but Eleanor Brynhill.

He wanted to lift the woman, whose face carried a hint of sadness, carry her into the room, lock the door for several days, and push himself into her.

Eleanor Brynhill had stirred his mind in countless ways, and at times she appeared naked in his thoughts, unsettling him in an entirely different way.

The reason he could hide it was because he was a noble to his bones. A noble must have restraint and dignity.

No matter how depraved the other nobles of Römern behaved behind the scenes, at least he tried to maintain his own sense of refinement. He believed that was right.

Even sex had to match one’s class and status, done in a proper place and time, under appropriate circumstances. Mating recklessly like animals was something stray dogs wandering the streets of Römern would do.

That kind of reconciliation sex was something only commoners did. At the very least, an elegant grand noble, the Duke and Duchess of Nielsen, would never do something like that.

They would gracefully conclude their argument, exchange a goodnight kiss, and then head to their separate bedrooms. So he should just send the woman away like this—

“Why are you thinking so much?”

The question, rising at the end, slipped from the woman’s pretty lips. It wasn’t a reproach or irritation, but carried warmth. There was concern in it.

“That’s why your head hurts. You’re thinking too much.”

Do I look that way? He wanted to ask, but his lips wouldn’t part for some reason. The lips that had opened so easily when pressed against hers were now tightly sealed, and he couldn’t make a sound.

“You know, do you know what’s given equally to everyone?”

Well. Is there such a thing in this world? Even birth and death aren’t equal.

“Time. …No one can turn back time.”

“….”

“So, the time you and I spend together now… no matter how much we regret it later, we won’t be able to turn it back.”

Regret? As if I would regret this. As if I would think of this time that way. But still, no words came out. He could only look at the woman as if bewitched.

For a moment, Eleanor met his gaze steadily. I don’t want to be the only one who’s happy. I want you to be happy too. She looked at him with that meaning.

As if she had read something in his eyes, the woman rose to her feet. Click, click, the buttons of her top came undone slowly. The fabric slid down her shoulders.

This time, she untied the knot at her waist. The woman undressed well even without a maid’s help. The hem of the skirt embroidered with tiny floral patterns brushed over her hips and buttocks before falling loosely around her ankles.

As she stepped out of it as if leaving a puddle, her half-naked body was clearly visible beneath the thin slip that fluttered softly, translucent enough to reveal everything.

It was so beautiful that Matthias lost his words again.

Yes, the woman is beautiful. Terribly so.

Eleanor approached slowly. She stroked his cheek as he still sat on the bed, scattering quiet words and her gaze over him.

“Won’t you regret it if you miss this moment?”

It wasn’t even a particularly bold temptation. The woman didn’t seem to have such an intention to begin with. She simply spoke as if to awaken something ignorant. Wouldn’t you regret it if you let this moment pass without anything happening?

Eleanor wanted the man to understand. That at every moment, we are given choices.

She had made her choice in this moment, and now it was Matthias’s turn.

With a hand wrapping around her supple waist, he pushed her down onto the bed in an instant. Their positions reversed, and now she looked up at him.

There was fire in the man’s eyes. The spark she had once noticed had finally flared into a consuming blaze.

“And you?”

“….”

“Are you sure you won’t regret it?”

What on earth….

“I’m asking if you won’t regret spending it like this with me.”

Whether she would regret this moment spent with him.

“Yes.”

“….”

“I won’t regret it. Never.”

The moment the words ended, their lips crashed together. Their bodies, heated all along, were hot and urgent.

After devouring her lips to his heart’s content, Matthias braced one knee and lifted his upper body, tearing off the loosely worn shirt. Muscles carved as if chiseled rippled along his movement.

Matthias, true to himself, grasped the woman’s breast trapped inside the slip with an elegant, unhurried hand. Each time he kneaded it, the way it deformed obscenely drew a moan from his throat. It was dizzying enough to make him want to curse.

He lowered his head and took the nipple, which had stiffened to a point, into his mouth. The fabric, darkened by saliva, clung to it, making the tip stand out. As he scraped down along the curve with his index finger, a pained moan slipped from Eleanor’s lips.

“Haah….”

At the end of his low exhale, she heard him mutter a curse, but Eleanor’s head spun so much she didn’t have the leisure to dwell on it.

As if even the thin piece of fabric was bothersome, Matthias rolled the slip up. For a moment, it felt as if her breath stopped.

“…Your Grace….”

At her aching call, his veins stood out as his rough hand slid over the woman’s full hips and stripped off her panties. It was an impulse when he grabbed her rounded knees and spread them wide to either side.

“Ah, hnng….”

Someone had once used the expression a hill flowing with honey. That was right in front of him. In the narrow cleft, clear honey welled up and soaked it thickly. His index finger lightly traced the small hollow where the honey pooled.

“Ha, ah… mm….”

“A proper lady, letting herself drip like this, is that acceptable?”

“Ah… ngh… th, that’s not….”

“If that’s not it? Then this isn’t yours?”

With the edge of his index finger, he casually brushed the small, rounded bud that was beginning to swell. Eleanor’s body writhed.

He slightly parted her lips and pushed two joints of his middle finger into the revealed opening. It slid in as if slipping, the inside thoroughly wet.

“Ha, ah…! Ngh! Ah!”

As he slowly withdrew what he had pushed in, the tip of his middle finger came out glistening with thick fluid even in the faint light.

“That’s strange. My finger that just went into your well is covered in honey.”

“Ahh….”

“And still you say it isn’t yours?”

Now, perhaps embarrassed, moisture gathered at the corners of her eyes. He had felt it before, but the woman’s body heated up quickly. She felt well, grew wet well, and flowed well.

This time, he pressed his index and middle fingers together and pushed deeper. The tightly narrowed interior clenched around his fingers so strongly he could feel the folds. He hadn’t even put his cock in yet, but Matthias’s mouth went dry and his throat parched.

“Ha, ah… mm, ngh… ah!”

As he moved them in and out, the woman’s lips made loud, wet sounds. Slap, slap, slosh, slosh, the sound of liquid overflowing echoed. Beneath his trousers, his cock swelled until it ached.

Slap, slap, slap, following the rhythmic movement of his hand, Eleanor arched, drawing her knees together.

“Ah, ngh! Ngh! Ah, st, stop… ah, stop, stop… ah, ah! Ah!”

Eleanor stiffened with her mouth open. With a splash, a stream of fluid burst from her, wetting his forearm and chest.

Clear, thin liquid ran down between his firmly built pectorals. Strangely, it didn’t feel unpleasant. If anything, it drove him nearly mad with arousal.

“Ahh… wh, what do I… I… I… ahh….”

Thinking it was a mistake of urination, Eleanor covered her face with both hands and sobbed. In that moment, she felt unbearably tender and lovable. But Matthias didn’t have the leisure to dwell on that.

“Hush, it’s alright.”

“Snf, uh… ngh….”

“Haah… it’s fine, I’ll… be fair to you too.”

Not understanding what he meant, the woman sniffled, and Matthias hurriedly untied the knot at his waist.

As if it had been waiting, his erection sprang free with a dull thump, and Eleanor lost her words. It wasn’t her first time seeing it, but no matter how many times she saw it, it was large enough to be shocking.

Slick, slick, his hand suddenly ran over the thick, long shaft. At the lewd motion, Eleanor swallowed, forgetting even her earlier mistake.

Slowly, the man aligned the tip beneath him. His upper body lowered over her, and a low voice brushed her ear.

“I’ll come too.”

“Ahh….”

“It’s alright, hm?”

He kissed her forehead gently as if to soothe her, but the man somehow didn’t seem entirely in his right mind. His eyes, clouded with desire, lowered.

He set the tip against the narrow entrance and slowly pushed inside.

“Ah… hnng, yes, ah!”

“Ah….”

Softly and slowly, yet there was a rough insistence to push all the way in. The man buried himself completely inside her. Without shame, the manners and dignity he had tried so hard to uphold were nowhere to be found, and his unrestrained cock forced its way into the tight interior.

“Ah!”

“Haah….”

The moment he was fully inside, both of their bodies trembled. The woman in shock at how tightly she was stretched open below, the man in bliss as if he had stepped into heaven.

Yet even now, he was still, in his own way, a gentleman. Since he couldn’t be the only one to feel pleasure, he would make sure to give it to the woman as well. A gentleman with a sense of chivalry.

His smooth, muscular waist began to move.

“Ah! Hnng, haah… ah, ngh… ahn, uh… hnng!”

The thick, long shaft played the woman’s body in an obscene rhythm. The wet slapping sounds, the flesh colliding, the woman’s continuous, urgent moans, and the man’s occasional low groans blended into a perfect harmony that filled the bedroom.

“Ah… it feels… good… it’s good… ah…!”

Seeing the woman expose everything without holding back stirred an inexplicable hunger in him. He urgently sought her lips. I feel good too, this moment feels unbearably good. The words that nearly spilled out were swallowed along with his breath.

The moment the inside of the woman, who had wrapped her arms around his neck and taken his lips and thrusts, tightened completely around him, Matthias let himself go entirely.

Where this was, what time it was, what this act meant, tomorrow’s schedule and future plans. All those thoughts faded to white.

Only one thing existed. Only Eleanor, who was clenching tightly around him.

“Ha… ngh….”

Wasn’t this supposed to be a moment one would regret because it couldn’t be taken back?

For the first time, the woman’s words were right.

If he had let it pass, he would have regretted it for a long time. This moment.