Bridal Lessons - Chapter 26
“Uhh…”
When Rosen opened her eyes again, it was the middle of the night. The room was silent, illuminated only by the dim, soft light of a lamp. She woke up in the bed with the curtains drawn, initially thinking she had just been dreaming. The events she had experienced earlier felt so surreal.
It couldn’t have been real. Why would I have such an absurd dream…
Her cheeks flushed at the vague recollection of the dream’s content, but she was relieved and rolled over to sleep more. It felt warm… The warmth beside her was cozier and warmer than any down comforter, making her want to stay lying down.
But she had been feeling a tickling sensation on her chest for a while…
“…!”
Slowly looking down, Rosen nearly screamed. The knots of her nightgown, tied with small ribbons from her neck to above her navel, had all come undone. Her bare skin was exposed through the parted gown, and someone’s platinum blond hair was brushing against her brxxsts, tickling them.
Iscarion was asleep with his face buried in her chest, holding her with one arm. His steady breathing was brushing against her semi-hard nxxples.
‘No… that wasn’t a dream?!’
Rosen hurriedly checked her body. Thankfully, she wasn’t naked. Someone had bathed her again and dressed her in a soft flannel nightgown. Her skin felt fresh and smelled of clean soap. She also had simple underwear on.
The area that had been wet and sticky earlier was now dry. Rosen tried to ignore the fact that Iscarion’s hair also smelled like the same soap from her body.
She looked at his sleeping face with a troubled heart. Seeing his lips touching the tip of her nxxple made her blush furiously as she quickly pulled back.
Iscarion was deeply asleep, his long eyelashes resting on his cheeks. His long eyes, high nose, and sharp jawline gave him a delicate, yet masculine appearance, like a finely carved statue.
If it weren’t for what had happened earlier, she would have admired his divine features for a long time. It was also the first time they had slept side by side for years, and even close friends seldom had the chance to observe their crush’s face up close like this.
“…”
He had seemed like a different person earlier, terrifyingly so, but his peaceful sleeping face reminded her of the gentle Iscarion she knew, leaving her utterly confused. She still couldn’t believe that someone as perfect as him had forced her into such acts.
I need to get out of here.
Once he woke up, who knew what might happen next? The thought of experiencing such humiliation again made her alert. She carefully lowered his strong arm, trying not to wake him. Holding her breath, she extracted herself and slowly stood up, taking one step at a time…
“…Hnng!”
Just as she placed one foot on the floor, a burning sensation in her nether regions made her gasp. Her tender inner walls, thoroughly ravaged and rubbed, were still sensitive. Though she hadn’t been penetrated, the repeated torment left her sore and throbbing. Each step made her legs tremble.
The lewd images of his long fingers spreading her and digging deep flashed vividly in her mind. It hadn’t been a dream; it was real. Ignoring her blushing face, Rosen parted the curtain and stepped out of bed.
Mills would be worried since she hadn’t shown up as promised. Whether Iscarion’s anger had subsided or not, she had to leave.
Thankfully, her luggage was beside the table in the middle of the room. Fearful of waking him, Rosen kept glancing at the bed as she dressed with trembling hands. Her swollen clxxxris, still sensitive from the multiple xrgxsms, kept brushing against her underwear, making her wince.
Instead of the large bag, she packed only the essentials into a small handbag. Donning a travel cloak with a hood and securing a small amount of money in her inner pocket, she prepared to leave. Although she hadn’t been to the annex often, she knew the rest of the grand ducal residence well. As long as she timed it right with the guards’ shift change, she could escape without issue.
Creak.
Opening the bedroom door just enough to slip through, Rosen looked back one last time. The bed, still shrouded by the curtains, was silent, and she sighed in relief.
Peering down the dark hallway, she opened the door wider and stepped out…
“Where do you think you’re going, Rosie?”
Fwip—
Someone grabbed her by the nape. Unable to even scream, Rosen was dragged back into the room by the strong grip.
“This won’t do. I tried to be gentle, you know.”
His familiar voice sounded more chilling than ever before.
“From now on, I’ll have to be stricter with your education.”
Rosen, trembling with fear, barely managed to look back. His cold blue eyes glared at her menacingly.
