Chapter 58 – ​58

While ​he ​had ​been ​stirring ​inside ​him however he ​pleased, ​the ​moment ​he ​clung tightly and moved ​as ​if to tease ​him, Euro began ​to ​shake ​his ​own ​hips.

The ​inner walls, reaching ​a ​climax, ​writhed and clamped ​down painfully on Melione’s ​cock. The ​searing heat ​of his ​lower body ​surged ​rapidly ​through his entire ​frame, helplessly ​consuming him up to ​the crown of his ​head.

Euro hoped Melione would ​drive himself ​into ​him even more recklessly. Pain had ​long since evaporated; he ​only ​wanted ​to ​somehow ​soothe this body ​that continued ​to ​heat up without ​end.

Melione ​let out a short laugh ​at the ​sight ​of Euro clumsily ​moving ​his ​waist ​while ​held in ​his ​arms. This ​was certainly a sight he would never ​see in reality, ​outside of a ​dream.

That was why it ​appeared in ​a dream. Melione ​knew. ​At some point, ​he had begun ​to look ​at ​Euro with ​dark, ​brooding eyes. ​He ​wanted to ​make ​Euro—who ​so insolently kept ​demanding ​his side—sob ​uncontrollably ​beneath ​him ​like this.

Even though he knew he shouldn’t, whenever he looked at Euro’s wet eyes, lips, and flushed skin, he was plagued by the impulse to chew and swallow him whole in one bite.

“…What should I do for you? Hmm?”

Melione whispered into the ear of Euro, who was moaning as he moved.

“Would you be satisfied if I made it so you couldn’t even walk?”

“…Hng, inside, more… please?”

“How much more inside?”

“Do-don’t tease me… ah!”

Melione inserted himself deeply enough for the coarse pubic hair to touch, then slowly rotated his hips. At that, Euro twisted his body as if convulsing.

If he were to get closer to the honest feelings he had been ignoring, it was something like this: he wished Euro wanted him more, rather than the other way around. He wanted Euro to respond to this sinister desire and crave him more.

“Tell me what to do.”

At Melione’s question, Euro lifted his head and kissed him. Despite trembling, the way he pecked at his jaw and cheek was so endearing that Melione could hardly bear it.

“Me, Melione.”

Euro spoke while meeting his gaze with wet eyes. At the sound of his name escaping those lips, Melione’s face contorted and his body shuddered.

Semen poured in surges into the tightly gripping inner walls. In that moment, Melione Read on Read BL Novelslet out a sigh and unauthorized copybowed his head. He felt his cock, which had just ejaculated, swell once again as the gluteal muscles clamped tight.

Simply because Euro Leches called his name, he could not contain the boiling heat.

“Again.”

“….”

“Call me again.”

Melione spoke in a low, grinding tone as he pulled Euro into his embrace. Then, he thrust inside, scraping against Euro’s interior violently.

“Ha, ngh! Ah!”

“I said, tell me again.”

“Me, Meli… ah! It feels, good! So deep… hng!”

“Properly.”

“….”

“Call my name properly.”

Euro squeezed his eyes shut, scratching at Melione’s back with his fingertips. He felt as if his entire body were breaking apart. He couldn’t even breathe properly amidst the swirling sensations.

“Euro, fuck… Euro.”

Melione called Euro’s name repeatedly. As he did, he felt his heart racing and his vision blurring. It was a strange sense of fulfillment.

All the emotions and desires he had long since abandoned, thinking he could never obtain them in a lifetime, rushed in an instant and carved themselves into every corner of his empty, hollow heart. The name for all of it was Euro.

ꕥ ꕥ ꕥ

“Duchess.”

“….”

“Duchess?”

“Oh, ah… sorry. What did you say?”

Euro snapped back to his senses at Lady Molton’s call. Having come to see the festival preparations, Euro was currently walking through the central plaza side-by-side with Lady Molton.

Dent, who was following behind them, was looking at Euro with a peculiar gaze. For some reason, Euro’s outings had increased significantly over the past few days.

While Euro was a busy person, he wasn’t someone who went out excessively. He usually spent his time in the third-floor office or the rear garden, as if refusing to leave without a plausible excuse.

Recently, however, Euro had been taking the carriage out frequently for no apparent reason. His destination remained unknown, as Dent had not asked where he went or whom he met after stepping off the carriage.

However, Dent had a hunch about these outings. Ever since Euro spent the night in one bedroom with Melione, he had been noticeably avoiding the Duke.

They still seemed to have lunch together in the dining hall, but at all other times, he never sought out Melione.

Originally, Euro was supposed to meet the Captain the day after he spent the night with Melione. However, the Captain had suddenly sent a messenger saying it would be difficult to meet for the time being.

It was because he had suddenly caught a cold. Just in case, Dent had secretly investigated the Captain, and it was true that he had a cold. It wasn’t because of some other ulterior motive.

The problem started after that day. Once it became difficult to meet the Captain, Euro abruptly told him to send a letter to Lady Molton.

He wanted to convey that he wished to help with the festival preparations. Dent couldn’t understand [Read on Read BL Novels]stolen contentwhy he had suddenly changed his mind like flipping a palm, when he had clearly stated before that he didn’t want to be involved.

Dent found this change in Euro somewhat puzzling, but he couldn’t ask about it directly. He had mentioned to Raymond that Euro seemed a bit strange.

To that, Raymond had told Dent in a rather firm tone to pretend not to notice for the time being. Thus, Dent could only guess that something incomprehensible had happened between Euro and Melione.

‘Did something go wrong while using the healing ability?’

Dent knew that Euro had planned to use the healing ability that day. However, since he didn’t know the intimate details of that plan, he couldn’t quite deduce what it was.

Having missed Lady Molton’s call, Euro scratched his cheek awkwardly. At that sight, the Viscountess smiled to lighten the mood.

“As expected, the title of Duchess is still unfamiliar, isn’t it? When I first married in, the title of Viscountess felt so strange to me as well.”

“Ah, yeah. That’s true.”

“I understand, as you must have been called ‘Your Highness’ continuously in Norden.”

“Right, it is a bit awkward.”

Lady Molton gave Euro a benevolent smile. In truth, it wasn’t because of the title, but because Euro had unauthorized copybeen preoccupied with the events [Read on Read BL Novels]Read on Read BL Novelsof that night—which he couldn’t remember at all—and thus missed her call.

Since Euro had lived his entire life as a modern person, both ‘Your Highness’ and ‘Duchess’ were equally unfamiliar titles. If someone called him ‘Trainee Kim Euro’ next to him, he’d wake up from sleep to answer, but otherwise, they were all the same.

“More than that, I’m just a bit tired…”

For the past few days, Euro had been mentally exhausted from trying every possible way to recall that night when he had lost consciousness after taking the love drug instead.

When he had opened his eyes that day, it was the dimness of dawn. He was held in Melione’s arms, and his entire body was a mess. After struggling to free himself from the deeply sleeping Melione, Euro gathered his clothes from the floor and fled toward his own bedroom.

But that was the limit. He was aware that he needed to call someone to tidy the bedroom, or if that wasn’t possible, that he had to do it himself, but fleeing was as far as he could manage.

His whole body hurt as if he had been beaten severely, and he had no choice but to roughly wipe himself down and fall asleep while still dressed, wondering what on earth had happened that night.

And when he woke up around noon, Euro assumed that some disaster must have occurred. He thought that once Melione woke up, thinking it was a dream, he would quickly realize it wasn’t a dream upon seeing the state of the room.

But surprisingly, nothing happened. When he discreetly called Raymond to ask what had happened, Raymond replied that he thought things had been settled reasonably well and had quietly tidied the bedding, asking back if something had happened.

He said that Melione, upon leaving the bedroom in the morning, had headed to the office with a composed face and hadn’t said a word to Raymond.

It was absurd and baffling. A situation had occurred that was impossible not to [visit our site]visit our sitenotice, yet nothing was said to Euro.

Of course, it was possible since Euro wasn’t by his side. But he must have known that the person he fell asleep with was sleeping in the next bedroom; why wouldn’t he point out that strange fact?

It was one of two things. Though it seemed impossible, either he had dismissed the dream as a mere nocturnal emission and thought the remains were purely his own, or…

‘He wants to just let it pass as a simple accident.’

The former made no sense no matter how he thought about it. Melione wasn’t some eighteen-year-old child; how could he dismiss it as a nocturnal emission when the person he clearly slept with had vanished and he himself was in such a state?

Maybe the drug was too well-made. Indeed, that was possible. Since Euro was aware that he had taken the drug, he had the realization that it was reality, even if he couldn’t remember what happened last night.

However, Melione, who didn’t even know the drug existed, might not even know he had had such a dream.

‘Then is he keeping quiet because he’s embarrassed?’

With a somewhat complicated feeling, Euro spoke to Lady Molton.

“Could you explain that one more time? I’ll listen carefully and concentrate this time.”

“Since you say you’re tired… could it be that your health has worsened?”

The Viscountess looked at Euro with concern. Being someone well aware of the influence of the curse, she couldn’t simply overlook Euro’s mention of being tired.

“If it is too difficult, why don’t you return to the mansion?”

“No, no. I want to hear it. Please.”

Euro waved his hand, reassuring Lady Molton that he was fine. It was true that he was tired, but it was because he didn’t want to return to the Dukedom.