The sound of unbuckling came in without warning. Aran unconsciously wound both legs around his waist. Enoch also grabbed her outstretched arms and made her hug his neck. Aran’s waist moved roughly as it was completely attached to his body. He buried himself deep inside her as he liked, fumbled her chest, and sucked on her lips. With both arms, he clasped her slender back and waist as if to crush them.
“Haah… aahhh!
Aran clung to him frantically. The heated sensation that surged through her whole body from her constantly pierced down there was completely different from that of the fake male organ. Even his roughness became a pleasure to her.
When Aran was about to reach the peak for the second time, the Enoch peeled off the cloth that covered her eyes. Her eyes were reddened with tears that wet the cloth. Aran grimaced as the Grand Duke licked them clean.
“Hmm…”
Tears continued to flow, either from intense pleasure or from other reasons. The tears in her eyes, which could not stop flowing down, were all consumed by the Enoch. Unlike his affectionate lips, his lower half was filled with greed.
“Ah…”
Aran clung to him harder and leaned her neck back.
Enoch stopped moving and watched the ecstasy spread over her wet green eyes. Aran would never know the face she made when she reached her peak. It was his secret that only he knew in the world. He kissed her lips as if possessed and simultaneously begged.
Then, Enoch laid on his side, not letting Aran go, but holding her tightly. Completely exhausted, Aran hugged him and focused on breathing alone. A milky white stick was sighted by her tired eyes. The surface of the stick, which resembled a man’s manhood, was filled with sticky liquid. Enoch casually threw the stick under the bed. Then he pulled up the quilt and covered her meticulously up to the end of her neck. His arm came in under her head, which she couldn’t steady properly.
“I wish you’d always be as cute as you are today.”
He was as friendly as if his angry ministration from a moment ago were nothing but a lie. Even so, she didn’t appreciate it at all. The intense affair must have been a satisfying one for him. This was nothing new. It was fortunate that she was too tired to feel miserable.
The Grand Duke patted Aran on the back. Aran left her body to him and drowned in a long-awaited sleep. Leaving the hard reality behind and fleeing into a dream was a sweet thing. May she be happy in her dreams, she desperately longed.
***
The wooden sword and the textbook hidden under her bed were gone without a trace. Even without questioning the maids, she could see who had got rid of them. Aran purposefully thumped her feet and headed for her father’s office. The two princes needed permission in advance in order to meet the emperor, only Aran was the exception to that rule.
The servants, who were guarding the door of the office, were on high alert when the hot-blooded princess appeared. The real power of the imperial palace was neither the emperor nor the empress, but the little girl.
“Open it.”
The servants of the emperor hesitated knowing fully well that the emperor was suffering under the heavy workload. But surely the emperor would be furious to know that the princess had come to his office door and was turned back.
Upon entering, Aran saw her father buried in a pile of papers. The immature girl didn’t know the weight of each piece of those papers.
The face of the exhausted emperor lit up as soon as he saw Aran. “Why did you come to see your father at this hour, daughter?” He grinned and welcomed Aran with open arms. But Aran shook her head, evading his hug.