Chapter 53
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Chapter 53
“Amoide!”
I couldn’t move away because of the heavy, strong weight pushing down.
Like prey caught by a predator, I was completely trapped lying down on this bed because he was above .
My struggles against him had no effect due to the difference in our strength.
What the hell is wrong with you?!
I wanted to cry.
“W-Why, what, why what are you doing? Why are you being like this?”
Powerless against his terrifying gaze, I desperately asked back as I tried to push away his body.
“It’s because you keep trying to run away. I wanted to talk to you.”
His voice beca amiable, now as sweet as honey.
The sudden difference in tone sent chills down my spine.
“We can’t talk—like this. Please stop playing this joke now and just—”
“Didn’t you hear ? I’m tired of that now. I’m tired of being spun around by your silver tongue.”
His fingers swept down my lips.
“So play with this ti.”
Amoide reached up with his free hand and completely untied the cord keeping his own robe closed.
Shhhp.
When the cord was undone, I took in a sharp breath.
“……”
As his clothes fell off, I was faced with the sight of his solid muscles.
He was too close.
As he leaned into , his chest and my chest weren’t very far apart.
I could feel his opened shirt passing over my chest.
‘Oh my gosh.’
The cool, soft texture of the fabric touched my bare skin, making sensitive to each sensation that passed over my body.
Sohow itchy, painful, but at the sa ti, I keep thinking that his chest was so wide…
“W-Why, your lips, why are you smiling?”
‘Good for you for being so flippant about this!’
I wanted to cry even more.
“I just wanted to talk impartially and in a relaxed manner.”
His words brought back to my senses.
I shook my head from side to side, trying to ignore his chest in front of or even the image of it in my mind.
But as I looked down at it again, I felt Amoide’s gaze becoming crooked, like he was misunderstanding .
“…However, you didn’t want to sit down and talk. All I did was introduce a new position.”
He gently tightened his grip over my wrists.
Then, with a flash of inspiration, I thought of sothing.
“Hand, my hand, it hurts.”
I pointed my gaze upward at my hand that was still wrapped in bandages.
“You don’t have to worry.”
And as he said this, he grabbed the wrist of my bandaged hand and raised it higher.
Then, he fixed it to a spot as though it was nailed there.
“This hand won’t be used.”
Not using it… What the hell, just what is he saying about a hand that I should be deciding whether to move or not?
I was thrown into an even deeper state of confusion because I couldn’t understand what he ant.
“Shall we talk now?”
I wanted to ask why we had to do it in this strange position, but my lips remained mute.
“I heard that I couldn’t do that properly.”
“Huh?”
“Everyone was talking about why exactly I haven’t been able to fulfill my duties as a husband.”
“……Who?”
“Who do you think?”
The first one who ca to mind was Camilla, followed by Jean and Raymond.
There were already three candidates in my mind. However, there were plenty of reasons why I couldn’t bring them up.
Would Camilla have taken the initiative to ntion her son’s potential problems in that departnt? Or would the family doctor start criticizing his patient? Or would a chef even ntion sothing like that when he’s confined to the kitchen?
All three people had no reason to say that directly to Amoide.
Camilla warned several tis to be careful of what I say for fear that even her son would be discouraged.
What would Raymond have to say? He’s such a quiet person.
Jean was also a person who’s practically living in the kitchen. He wasn’t free enough to et Amoide separately and say such useless things.
“I… I never said that.”
I stuck out my tongue to lick my dry lips.
“Mother and Raymond, too, they didn’t say anything. And Jean… Why would any of us say that?”
“Mother, Raymond? Jean?”
Damn it.
The mont I said sothing, he narrowed his eyes, making my back shudder.
‘I said what was on my mind.’
I wanted to bite my lower lip until it bled, but it seed it already happened.
“Talk.”
He put pressure over my wrists and leaned down. There was no escape for .
“Why those three people? Why is that going around, that I’m impotent? That I couldn’t even get it up because I don’t have the energy for it?”
There was a dangerous air around him, and I tried to make up excuses in a hurry.
“No, I-I just…”
But I couldn’t say anything because there was nothing to say.
Because he was right.
It was my words that made this situation spiral into a crisis.
Those careless words were said as a ans for to save him, but it was a mistake that won’t be erased so easily.
“I thought you gave up. It was a little doubtful at first, but you soon acted like you’ve given up on carrying my child.”
“That hasn’t changed. I just want you to be…”
“To be healthy? Is that all?”
He stared at with narrowed eyes. They were full of contempt.
‘Why all of a sudden?’
We’ve been getting along better lately. We took strolls together and even ate together. He even helped knock Greta down a peg! It was fake, but we had a surprise confession! We had fun talking with each other!
“I told you—I, I, towards you—”
“You love ?”
The breath of his silent laughter swept over my forehead.
“Then what other reason do I have?” I said with determination.
“…Then prove it.”
His fingers stroked my cheeks, making shudder as I avoided his touch.
“Seduce . Don’t be so relaxed. I don’t have a hobby of holding a quivering woman.”
“I-I think there’s a misunderstanding.”
I tried to convince him desperately, but the more I tried, the stronger the pressure he held over to push down.
“You said you fell for .”
Then, he leaned lower—closer to .
“You said you love .”
I felt sothing hot and damp over my earlobe.
“Amoide!”
I yelled as his lips ca down over my neck and stayed near my collarbone.
“Why? Isn’t this what you wanted?”
I flinched as I felt his hot breath.
His lips were now close, hovering over my breasts.
“You have to do that with in order to give birth to my child.”
His breath swept over my chest as he smiled slightly, and my body shivered.
“Then why? Have you changed your mind?”
“N-No, that’s not it—”
Why is my wish to make him healthy being so twisted up like this?
I was so flustered that I couldn’t speak properly.
“Give birth to my child and beco the mother of the Duchy’s heir. You shouldn’t be a Duchess in na only like it is now. If you want to revel in such luxury, try to think of sothing better. Don’t use the sa shallow tricks.”
His languid voice beca lower.
“Once I die, you’ll be the Duke’s mother. You’ll have the sa power to control the Duchy just like my mother.”
My mind went blank as he continued to speak.
“Then you should have co directly to , rather than winning over the people around .”
I wrap my head around what was being said to .
“You should have taken off your clothes and jumped straight to this bed. All you have is your body, right? Shouldn’t you use it properly?”
“……”
“Seduce with this body of yours so you can have my child.”
“Amoide, there’s—there’s a misunderstanding…”
“If you want to enjoy luxury, then use your head a little more.”
“……”
Use my head.
This was what sounded the most insulting amongst everything he said just now. At least in this situation.
“What… do you an.”
“It ans it’s not enough. Stop doing such useless things. If you want to increase your power in this family, shouldn’t you have my child first?”
“……”
His cold gaze left speechless.
In the anti, Amoide leaned down and pressed over my nape.
At the unfamiliar touch, I twisted away with a small scream leaving my lips.
“I don’t want to. I don’t…”
“Is this a ploy, too?”
A spiteful laugh rang out.
“Now that it’s like this, being coy won’t be enough.”
He easily took control over my body.
As he moved boldly over , there was a stark sensation of his lips over my chest.
I felt like I was a fish placed on a cutting board, left with my belly hacked open even as I was still alive.
“Hiic…”
No matter how much I tried to struggle, it wasn’t enough to overco his strength. I couldn’t find a way out. I was scared. Everything was frightening.
“I don’t… I don’t want to… hiic…”
Tears finally flowed down my cheeks.
Even though I knew it was useless, I couldn’t stop struggling.
Amoide only looked down at with unfeeling eyes as I twisted around.
Why… Why was he looking at with those eyes.
At that mont, I felt his grip relax slightly over my wrists.
I quickly pulled out one of my hands to push away his chest.
“Get off . Get…”
Thump, thwack.
I hit his chest and pushed him away as hard as I could, but he wouldn’t budge.
He didn’t move away from , but at the sa ti, he didn’t stop from hitting him.
At so point, I realized that I was struggling just by myself.
Tak.
Sothing was strange. The mont I thought about this, my hand was caught.
“I guess this doesn’t hurt anymore.”
“……”
My bandaged hand was held hostage by his large hand.
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