Chapter 9 - “Goodbye, Your Highness.” (19+)
She had slept with this man last night. The night she had spent with this beautiful man was not as exhilarating as she had dreamt it would be. Instead, it had been more like a lovely nightmare. Isabel was astonished to realize that the man’s member was still lodged inside her body. For some reason, it was still half-erect, causing Isabel’s skin to flush and burn with embarrassment.
Very carefully, Isabel moved herself away and descended from him. That alone caused prickles of pain to shoot up her body. She stiffened.
‘He said he would die if it swells.’
Isabel anxiously looked down at his penis. Although the appendage, which was soaked and glistening with their juices, had been in her the entire night, it was her first time seeing it up close. It was overly huge, and its shape wasn’t very pretty.
Isabel somehow became more embarrassed the longer she stared, so she raised her gaze and looked down at the sleeping male. He looked so innocent sleeping with his eyes closed.
‘I really slept with this man.’
There were reddish marks on her back and thighs. They had been left by him.
As she stared blankly at him, Isabel sobered up with a start.
The sun had not yet risen, but it looked like it would in a little while. She had to leave before he woke up. Isabel covered him with the bedsheet and then carefully, very carefully, kissed him on the cheek.
Afterward, she crawled off the bed. Her dress lay crumpled on the floor. Isabel internally sighed in relief that the garment had fortunately been designed such that she didn’t need anyone to assist her with putting it on. Isabel always dressed herself because she had never had a single maid to serve her. That being said, she could not even dream of owning a dress she could not don by herself.
She put on her previously discarded slip and underwear. Even after refastening the dress that had been thrown onto the floor, Isabel felt as if her body was going to shatter into pieces. Her body complained of fatigue when she attempted to move since a heavy man’s lower parts had been buried in her all night, but she had to run away before he woke up.
Isabel barely managed to put on her dress and stand upright again. The part of her body she didn’t even dare name had been overworked the entire night and ached all over while all strength had left her legs.
“Goodbye, Your Highness.”
When she was not able to locate her shoes, she momentarily freaked out but fortunately found them sitting side by side one another next to the door. She remembered that she had taken them off and placed them there last night out of fear that he would hear her footsteps.
Isabel slipped on her shoes. She felt like she was seriously going to die wearing the pointed-toe heels again. Isabel endured the pain in her legs and quietly escaped the room. It was early in the morning so there weren’t many servants up and about. Still, it was very difficult to leave the mansion without catching the attention of the few who were present.
Isabel decided to take off her shoes again. She would hide in the corner whenever she heard footsteps approaching and then continue walking once they passed, repeating the process until, fortunately, she was able to leave the mansion without running into anyone.
She walked out onto the main road, put on her shoes again, caught a passing carriage, and headed home. Isabel leaned her head against the window of the carriage. The rattling wagon hurt her head a little, but she didn’t have the strength to sit upright. She was enervated as if she would faint any second. Isabel was still in disbelief over the events of the previous night, but the pain gave her some sense of reality. She couldn’t believe that she had really slept with the Grand Duke. Her lower region was still tingling with pain.
‘This pain is real. I had him, even if it was only for a fleeting moment.’
Isabel felt a belated sense of joy. She had not felt this feeling of satisfaction during the time their bodies were joined because she had been suffering and beside herself with worry. She ordered the carriage to stop a little ways away from the baron’s mansion and paid the fare. For the rest of the walk back to the mansion, Isabel stopped, rested, continued, and repeated the process. Finally, she managed to enter the manor through the back door, but someone stood directly in front of her.