Chapter 8  

He lowered his head to her chest and bit her rosebuds. Her waist curved upwards in pleasure and her walls tightened around him. His shaft continued to rub against her inner wall.

“Ha…ah…mhm…hah!” (Molitia )

When she reached her climax, her walls tightened around his shaft. The Duke quickly resisted the urge to come and pulled out from her walls. He rubbed his shaft several times and released his liquid on her milky-white stomach.

The white liquid on her stomach was scorching hot. She was breathing hard from their rough when she closed her eyes. She was already quite weak and fragile, but after the intense lovemaking, she had reached her limit.

“Molitia?” (The man)

Molitia couldn’t hear the Duke calling her name because she had already sunk into darkness.

Molitia’s body was too weak to handle last night.

She couldn’t walk on her own feet, so the Duke carried her back to the Count’s house. Her body was extremely sore from last night’s session. Molitia sighed softly at how delicate her body was.Yesterday, she had disappeared in the middle of the banquet without informing the Count. She didn’t send word that she was staying the night at the Duke’s house. It was needless to say that the Count was probably furious at her by now.

She frowned when she suddenly recalled a bad memory. Molitia remembered that the last time she had fallen ill, the Count had nagged about her nonstop while she laid in bed with a high fever.

This time, Molitia had fallen sick because the man had just lightly touched and penetrated her body. Even though he wasn’t rough with his actions, it still felt like he was crushing her when he penetrated her with his large manhood.

It was fortunate that her body was naturally weak, so the Count wasn’t suspicious when she had fallen ill. Otherwise, she would be in trouble if he started questioning her about her whereabouts that day.

Molitia was not shameless, so she was certain that she would’ve revealed everything if she was questioned by the Count.

The man was long gone by the time Molitia woke up. It wasn’t strange for him to disappear without a word since she was the one who had seduced him first. Even so, she was feeling a strange sense of bitterness in her heart.

“…It’s all wrong.” (Molitia)

The knowledge she learned from the book was a complete sham. The book didn’t warn her that having intercourse was both painful and embarrassing.

‘It’s all a sham!’ (Molitia)

. She couldn’t even relax right now because she was still suffering from the aftermath of their intercourse.

It wasn’t strange for her to be bedridden with a fever after such a had gone in and out of her.Molitia’s face flushed red when she recalled the moment. It had already been a week, but she could still feel a tingling sensation in the place when he plundered her.

She had finally come to her senses three days ago after suffering from a high fever. Yesterday, she was able to eat again. And it was only this morning that she recovered enough to move her body.

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“Huh?” (Molitia)

“Molitia, sighing is not a proper response.” (The Count)

Molitia rolled her eyes after hearing the disdain and contempt in his voice. How could she not sigh? The Count did not hesitate to go ahead with the marriage when he found out that she had recovered enough to move.

Count Clemence wanted to send Molitia to the Duke as soon as possible. This way he can reduce the procedures he had to go through and save him a sum of money. He will also be able to get rid of the burden soon. He even planned on having the wedding ceremony held as soon as possible without any consideration for her physical wellbeing.

It was a relief that she could move her body again by this morning. Otherwise, it would’ve been impossible for her to attend the wedding ceremony that was held tomorrow.

Although she could move, her face was still ghastly pale, and her limbs wouldn’t move the way she wanted them to move. Every time she tried moving her hand, she felt like she had a 100kg sandbag tied to her arm. Every step she took with her legs felt like tiny thorns were piercing her entire body.

Even though she was still unwell, Count Clemence was relentless. He didn’t care whether he was sick or not because his main concern was with the wedding. He was engrossed in planning the wedding. As soon as Count Clemence heard that his daughter could move, he pushed his sick daughter in front of the dressing table.

The servants applied thick powders to her cheeks. The Count ordered the servants to do that to prevent her from looking like she was still sick.

When the servants were done applying makeup, Molitia’s face was covered in thick power. They applied a bright red lipstick on her lips to make her look ‘healthier’.

‘’ (Molitia)

Once they were done with her makeup, Molitia barely walked herself over to the drawing-room. She almost collapsed several times on her way here, but the maid standing next to her pretended like she didn’t notice.