Chapter 97
Chapter 97. Welcome Banquet for the Envoys
“He ordered a proposal ring, right?”
“But what does that have to do with it?”
As the Duke threw the insinuation, the Count, who had been chatting with the Marquis, asked back with a puzzled look. The Duke, who had been listening to their conversation while pouring honey-colored whiskey into an empty glass, smiled faintly and tilted his glass.
“It might be a good idea to fan the rumor a little more. Well, it wouldn’t be bad to make it a fact.”
“Huh? Isn’t that like giving wings to a duke?”
“Heh heh, wings? They’re just feathers glued together with wax. If they fly too close to the sun, they’ll fall down.”
Princess Marie-Jose might be quite useful. The Duke added, taking a sip of his strong whiskey.
***
Clink!
A coin fell out of her slender pocket, rolled around on the floor, and ended up under the dresser. Henelone, who had been chasing after the coin, fell down in front of the dresser in vain.
“Whew.”
Henelone, who had been glaring at the dresser with an annoyed face, sighed and fell to the floor. It was only a single coin, but even that was regrettable, so she couldn’t just give it up.
“Ugh, why is it so deep…?”
The old chest of drawers, which seemed to have been there since the library was built, was old-fashioned to put it nicely, and crude to put it simply. The width of the chest of drawers was also deep, so no matter how much she stretched out, she could only barely scratch the tip of the coin. Henelone bit her lips tightly and tilted her head down under the chest of drawers, flattening her chest to the floor.
‘Just a little more…!’
As she pushed herself under the chest of drawers to the end of her shoulder, she felt the cold surface of the metal on her fingertips that had gone deep inside. Henelone, with a blush on her face, quickly opened her hand and grabbed the coin.
But at that moment, she felt a hand groping her raised b*ttocks. Henelone was startled and jumped, causing the chest of drawers to rattle.
“You have to be quiet in the library, Henelone.”
A mischievous, laughing voice came from above her head. She raised her head in surprise and saw a man looking down at her with the corners of his mouth turned up.
“…Heinz?”
“I told you not to do anything, so why are you shaking your b*tt like this?”
Although his tone was harsh and scolding, his face looking down at Henelone was full of mischief. It was definitely a face that made her want to cry, but somehow she felt sorry for him.
“I was just trying to pick up a coin that fell!”
Henelone, who had her lips pursed for no reason, snorted and got up. But she ended up hitting her head on the slightly opened chest of drawers due to the shock from the previous jolt.
Heinz, who had been laughing as she grabbed her head from the sharp impact, quickly lifted Henelone. He moved her onto the sofa.
“You’re not being polite.”
She couldn’t keep her mouth shut while gently rubbing her red, swollen forehead. Henelone blushed at the thought of showing him an untidy appearance. She glared at Heinz with the corners of her eyes raised.
Heinz, who had been laughing despite her sharp gaze, sighed as if he couldn’t stand it anymore and hugged Henelone.
No matter how much he hugged her tiny body, he couldn’t satisfy his greed. He worried that she would break even with a little strength, but a tiny part of him wanted to break her instead. Heinz slowly exhaled deeply, holding the slender body that was swaying in his arms as if he would crush it. Just holding Henelone in his arms made the tension in his body melt away.
If he had to put it into words, he would say, ‘I’m back home.’ It was a very unfamiliar feeling to Heinz, who had been wandering the sea without a destination.
“I missed you.”
Longing, relief, affection. The burning fighting spirit of her heart sank at the desperate voice that revealed his emotions one by one. There was no fighting spirit in the first place. The moment she saw Heinz’s face, her heart pounded with joy.
Hotly, Henelone, who buried her face in the nape of the man’s neck, answered shyly.
“…Me too.”
***
“Hm, ah. Heinz…”
The kiss that had been sweetly continued with the joy of reunion changed into a passionate act full of sexuality in an instant.
The lips that had been lightly touching each other as if pecking at a bird’s nest were now deeply interlocked. The hand that had been firmly supporting her back was groping her knee bones that protruded from the hem of her skirt.
Her body, heated by the touch of his passionate hands, trembled. The hand that greedily grabbed the soft inner thigh flesh dug into her secret place without hesitation and invaded the small, soaking w*t fabric.
Without any f*replay, Henelone felt a shallow cl*max at the fingertips that immediately scratched her cl*toris, and shook her head hurriedly.
“Ah, w-wait. Mr. Roger is outside…! Mhm!”
However, the unhesitating hand pushed her underwear aside and dug deeper. Henelone, who was worried about Roger outside the parlor, groaned sweetly and turned her head.
The door to the parlor was firmly shut, but there was no lock, and she was afraid that it would burst open at any moment.
“Stop, hm! Hey, not here. Ngh…!”
