Chapter 19
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Squish—Riad rubbed his lower body between Henesstia’s legs.
She already knew all too well what that bulge on his thigh was. She had seen it once before.
It felt like someone had lit a fire inside her. Her vision swirled, and once she noticed it, all her attention focused on his thigh pressed between her lower body.
Every time her body brushed against his, she could feel that long, club-like thing twitching distinctly.
Was… was that really what I think it is?
She glanced down again and gasped at the outline pressing so clearly through his trousers.
Trying to escape, she pulled her legs away from his—but that only made it worse.
“Haa…”
Even that slight friction made Riad tilt his head back.
Veins stood out along his neck as he exhaled a heated breath, looking down at Henesstia. His clothes were a mess, and the sweet scent rising from her soft skin only seemed to provoke him more.
As he watched her tremble erratically, he bared his teeth in a smile.
“Go ahead and touch it. I won’t move.”
Oh gods. How could he say such a thing…
The memory of catching a glimpse of that back at the baron’s estate returned vividly.
Henesstia shook her head and tried to break free from his arms, but Riad pressed his lips to her neck.
“Ugh…!”
“Shouldn’t you get used to it ahead of time?”
He reined in his impatience, coaxing her with a composed, seductive voice.
He guided her wrist toward his thigh. Henesstia’s fingers trembled at the touch.
This is… this is weird…
But her fingertips had already touched it. She wasn’t sure if she moved first or if Riad guided her there.
As soon as she made contact, Riad’s hips jolted and he bit his lip. Henesstia froze at his intense reaction.
His response made her even more embarrassed.
I barely touched it…
And he reacted like that?
What happens if I touch it more?
Was it always supposed to feel this good? Back at the baron’s estate, when Riad came at her, all she felt was fear…
When she gently curled her finger, a shaky sigh escaped his lips again.
“Haah… damn.”
He was the one being touched, but somehow Henesstia’s head started to feel strange too.
Riad dropped his face against her neck, breath shaky, as she awkwardly rubbed the tip with her fingers. Even that weak pressure made it feel like he might finish right then.
His reaction gave her courage, and she began pressing her palm more firmly against him.
“Haa… damn.”
It was so hard… she couldn’t believe someone could walk around with something like that between their legs.
“D-Does it… feel good?”
How could she say something so innocent without knowing what it did to a man? Even with her eyes lowered, the blush on her cheeks was vivid beneath the shadow of her long lashes.
God… he had been hard ever since she touched him. It was to the point it hurt now.
“Yeah. Enough that I could c*m right now.”
“……!”
At that crude remark, Henesstia pulled her hand away again. Surprisingly, Riad let her go easily.
Instead, he placed his own hand at his waistband.
“If you’re going to touch it, shouldn’t you at least take a proper look first?”
With both hands clasped nervously in front of her chest, Henesstia swallowed dryly.
Riad undid the buckle roughly, and with a bounce, something huge sprang free.
“Ugh…!”
A short, shocked gasp escaped her lips.
N-no way. Henesstia’s mouth opened wordlessly as she turned her head away sharply.
But she couldn’t pretend she hadn’t seen it—that thing now burned into her vision.
It was nothing like the brief glimpse she’d had before. This was on a completely different level.
The dark red tip glistened with a transparent fl*id, and thick veins bulged under the skin.
Below it, she saw coarse hair matching his own and a tightly drawn….
No one ever told me a male organ looked like… this…
She had heard in her lessons that a man’s p*nis was shaped like a mushroom. But this? This was an insult to mushrooms.
With just a little exaggeration, it looked about the size of her forearm, twitching as it dripped on his stomach.
He grabbed his p*nis with one hand and began stroking it up and down.
Henesstia’s body began to tremble as she took in the sight of the thin foreskin sliding up and down.
A wave of fear came over her. But at the same time…
“Hoo… you’re not going to touch me?”
A strange, bizarre feeling overcame her.
It was none other than Count Ingel… doing that in front of her.
That fact alone struck her so intensely it made her dizzy.
When Henesstia shook her head, he let out a faint laugh and asked, “You don’t want to?” in a tone as if coaxing a child.
“I-I… I don’t think I can…”
“Well, can’t be helped then.”
Was this really okay?
Contrary to her thoughts, his clean acceptance of her refusal made Henesstia feel even more uneasy.
He shifted his lower body, exposed to the cool air, and stroked himself more boldly.
The muscles in his exposed thighs were sharply defined like sculpted stone.
As Riad’s breathing grew heavier, Henesstia’s eyes began to flutter nervously.
“Then, can I just borrow one finger?”
What he was touching now felt like something entirely different from what she’d touched over his clothes before.
Still unable to tear her gaze away, Henesstia flinched when he suddenly spoke, like someone caught watching something they shouldn’t.
“Can’t even do that?”
If she said no… he’d probably say “okay” again.
‘Do all married couples go through this?’
In the end, Henesstia loosened the fist she’d been clenching.
‘It’s a marital duty.’
Rationalizing it with those words, she extended her trembling hand toward him.
Riad looked at the finger she held out and simply ran his tongue along it.
“Eek!”
Slurp, slurp.
He sucked her finger slowly. His w*t mouth wrapped around her slender hand.
Henesstia felt like her body might explode at any moment. It was just a finger, but the sensation felt as if he was licking her entire body, making her shoulders twitch uncontrollably.
“Ugh, uh…”
When he finally let go of her hand, it was glistening with his saliva.
“Hoo… Touch here.”
Riad guided Henesstia’s hand down to his p*nis.
Her index finger touched the soft tip. Unlike the firm sh*ft, the swollen head felt so delicate that she feared she might hurt him if she pressed too hard.
“Yes… like that. Good job.”
A sticky, viscous l*quid oozed from the slit, dripping down.
“Haa…”
He tilted his head back and let out a long moan.
As his reddened Adam’s apple bobbed, Henesstia’s heart began to race, making strange noises.
It felt like when she was a child, curious about things adults told her not to touch.
Somewhere deep inside her abdomen tightened, and her lower body grew damp.
“Rub the hole. Hoo.”
He furrowed his brows, reacting strongly even to her small touch. Clearly, he was the one aroused, but her head was spinning.
Summoning courage, she rubbed the slit with her finger, and more l*quid flowed out than before. It was clearly different from urine, running down his sh*ft and aiding his m*sturbation.
Startled, she pulled her finger away, and the l*quid stretched into a long string.
“Wh-what is this…?”
“It’s what comes out when I want to be inside you.”
“Ah… Aah…”
“You’ll release the same thing if I touch you, asking me to enter you.”
The dizzying memories of that night resurfaced, brought back by Riad.
“Stop… saying things like that.”
“Why, are you embarrassed?”
Too embarrassed to even admit it, Henesstia didn’t answer and buried her face deeper.
Her hair swayed, revealing her pale nape, and Riad opened his mouth wide, wanting to leave his mark.
“Eek!”
He pressed his lips against her sensitive nape, nibbling and leaving marks. One wasn’t enough—every movement of his lips left pink trails.
Each time he sucked harder, her pale nape trembled.
“You shouldn’t be embarrassed by this. Later, I’ll explore every part of you—above and below.”
“Please… stop…”
Henesstia’s hand slipped, grazing the raised ridge. The sensitive area was stimulated.
“Haa… I can’t hold back.”
He moved his hand repeatedly, then suddenly kissed her deeply, as if stealing her breath, and shuddered intensely.
At the same time, a thick, white l*quid gushed out.
His p*nis pulsed, releasing a long stream.
The spurting l*quid w*t Henesstia’s chin, flowed down her chest, and settled on her stomach.
“Ha…”
The l*quid he had released pooled heavily on her stomach.
“Ah… Aah…”
A clump of s*men also fell onto her finger, which she hadn’t pulled away in time.
The strong smell hit her nose, and Henesstia remained frozen, stiff, until he finished.
Only after the last drop was released did Riad blink his sweaty eyelids and look up.
His s*men had also splattered onto Henesstia’s slightly parted lips.
Riad wiped her lips with his clean thumb, then pushed it into her mouth.
A bitter taste flooded in.
“Ugh! Ugh…”
She rolled her tongue to spit it out, but the taste only grew stronger.
“Haha.”
He let out an incomprehensible laugh, then wiped the s*men off his clothes.
“Come here.”
Like a person whose soul had left her body, Henesstia was pulled into his broad embrace.
After holding her for a while, Riad finally got up and said,
“I’ll bring a w*t towel. Wait a bit.”
“…Yes, yes.”
He threw on some clothes and strode out.
Henesstia, barely able to sit up, finally collapsed to the side.
She was clearly out of her mind.
How… how could she do something like this… with her own hands…
She didn’t even realize she wasn’t properly dressed, as if her soul had been completely drained.
Her body felt like soaked cotton, limp and unable to move.
Henesstia couldn’t hold back and buried her face in the blanket.
