Winter Bud - Side Story 5

Sermione (5)

No matter how much she asked him to think of Thea, he didn’t listen. If he loved his daughter so much, why would he not think of her at all? She was his only family. His only blood, his cherished daughter. And yet that daughter’s sister-like maid….

“Ah, hng… mm….”

The one biting the nape of her neck was sharp. It truly felt like being bitten by a bird of prey. Nanna’s breath came out unevenly, rattling, and her whole body trembled. The man who had been biting her pressed her down lightly, then looked down at her with the most composed face in the world.

Unlike his usual restrained and indifferent expression, he was slightly flushed. Even so, his innate refinement, his elegance as a noble, remained unchanged, and Nanna felt a strange sense of dissonance. It was the first time she had seen such a face. It was also the first time the Duke had looked down at her like this, and the first time she felt this way.

“Can’t you accept me, even just once?”

“…What?”

“Can’t you look at me as I am?”

“What do you….”

“I just want to be a man to you. Like Orestes….”

He murmured. His face was faintly flushed, but his voice sounded as if it might break into tears. The contrast was stark, and Nanna didn’t know what to do. It felt like she was doing something wrong. He was the one committing wrongdoing, and yet it felt as though she was the one hurting him.

Her eyelashes trembled. Nanna bit down on her lip. He whispered, “Nanna.” She turned her head away. She wished he would just do as he pleased now. He could take her as much as he wanted, and when he was done, he could discard her just as he had before, cutting her away like he had done with his own daughter.

Sermione looked down at Nanna, who did not respond. This expression too had been a long time since he had seen it. Nanna had been like this at the beginning as well, and sometimes when she was in his arms, she would wear that same face. A face that said nothing mattered, no matter what was done to her.

Though he loved that face, it also left a scar on his heart. And yet, even after being rejected like that, he couldn’t give her up. Truly, it was a terrible one-sided love. He couldn’t do anything about it, which was why he had even handed her over as a second wife to his daughter’s husband.

“Then it can’t be helped.”

He gave a twisted smile. Just because Nanna denied and rejected him did not mean he intended to back down. This time, he meant to have her properly. No matter what he had to sacrifice, he wouldn’t give up.

Even if he came to regret it. Even if Nanna broke apart and shattered in his arms, it didn’t matter. He pressed his lips to the pale swell of her upper chest. Her already full breasts looked especially tempting today. The body of the woman who once carried his child was still lovely and beautiful.

A soft, wet sound echoed between them. Nanna watched as he bit down on her nipple. The way he rolled it in his mouth was lewd, overflowing with sensuality. Heat gathered between her thighs.

Biting down on her lower lip, Nanna clenched her fist. Her body was steadily responding to him. She knew how a man would take her, how he would devour her. The Duke was truly like a beast, and the way he handled a woman’s body in bed was far from refined.

The stern dignity he usually showed as a noble vanished completely, and he made a woman cry more obscenely than any street gigolo. So this time would be no different. Nanna was afraid of him.

“What are you thinking?”

“Nothing.”

“A childish lie.”

He sneered. Toward the woman who wouldn’t accept his confession, he returned once more to his cynical self. Nanna, who had glanced at him, turned her gaze away out of habit. A large hand kneaded Nanna’s full breasts. She tried not to let out a sound, but the moment her nipple flicked,

“Ah!”

She couldn’t hold it back. A moan escaped her. Sermione glanced at her and gave a faint smile. It was the same cynical smile she knew well.

“Mm, ah… hnng….”

He bit her nipple again. His other hand continued tormenting her breast. Nanna couldn’t understand why he was so obsessed with her chest. Why he clung to it like this. He truly liked her breasts. Whenever he buried his face in them, his expression became unguarded. Even during sex, when he kept that cold, emotionless face, it was the same. Even when he armored himself sharply to keep his noble composure from being tainted by lust, the moment he pulled off her negligee and saw her breasts, he seemed to lose himself a little.

“You look like a madman.”

“What?”

“You’re not a baby. Biting my breasts like that.”

“…I’ll think of myself as one.”

“You’re a grown man. And besides….”

“If you’re going to talk about Thea, stop.”

He cut her off coldly. His expression said he was already sick of it. Therefore, Nanna couldn’t bring herself to speak further. She looked into his flashing green eyes, then lowered her gaze. The Duke truly looked as though he’d grown to hate his daughter.

Just because of a woman. Just because of holding a woman’s body. Could he really abandon his only blood for that? Nanna felt uneasy. Suddenly, the Duke, who had been greedily fondling her breasts, spread her legs.

“Mm….”

A soft sound slipped from her lips. Nanna, her face flushing red, looked at him. He was already fully erect. His shaft stood straight, the head angled upward. She trembled slightly as she looked at him.

She looked at him as if asking whether he really intended to push it in without any preparation. Whether he had no intention of preventing pregnancy. He answered by avoiding her gaze. Nanna watched as he slowly moved closer.

The head of his cock touched her exposed entrance. It felt as though she might become pregnant from that alone.

“Mm, hnng….”

Without realizing it, Nanna let out a moan, her gaze shifting between him and their joined bodies. He pushed his shaft into her. The pain of penetration was brief. Because it hadn’t lasted too long. Thinking about it, the last time she had sex had also been with him.

Nanna looked at the thick length filling her inside so tightly it felt overwhelming.

“Haah, haah….”

“It feels like a dream.”

With him filling her so tightly it barely moved, Nanna tilted her head back slightly. Tears that gathered from instinct slid down the side of her face. He murmured again, “Is this a dream?” Nanna looked at him.

The man who should have been lost in pleasure looked as though he was walking through hell. He truly seemed to doubt reality. Nanna thought she would rather it be a dream. But every sensation was vivid.

It wasn’t a dream. That was why it was terrifying.

“…I wish it were a dream.”

Nanna bit her lip tightly at the half-broken murmur that slipped out without her realizing it. Sermione looked down at her. Fortunately, his face was not angry. But it was hazy enough that she wondered again if he was drunk, though there was no smell of alcohol on him.

“Then I hope it never ends.”

He answered her belatedly. Nanna’s face stiffened slightly. Sermione watched her as if engraving every trace of how she twisted and fell apart. Nanna crumbled under his love. She wondered what it would have been like if he were not himself.

It was not an easy thing to imagine, yet he often thought about it. What if he hadn’t had a daughter, and the Emperor had not been a means for his political future?

‘It would have been far easier.’

He recalled his first life, which had not been good. He had been struck by a blade smeared with poison. If that blade hadn’t been poisoned, he would not have died. He had survived even deeper wounds before.

But Orestes was cunning, and he had been foolishly defenseless. So death was a fitting price. The moment he lost Nanna like that, he paid for his carelessness.

“Ah, hng… don’t move.”

“Does it hurt?”

Nanna grabbed him as she spoke. He asked carefully. The woman, swallowing her sobs, glared at him, then tears fell again. He didn’t wipe them away. Instead, he pressed his lips to her damp cheek. It was lovely. It was sweet.

If he could have this woman forever, it felt like he could pay any price. Even if thinking like that made him seem like a fool, it couldn’t be helped. He had been like this for a long time.

“Nanna.”

“Ah, a little… no, it hurts a lot.”

“So there hasn’t been any man but me.”

He gave a small laugh. Nanna, at a loss for words, stared at him in disbelief, then clutched at his rope-like arms again as he moved his hips.