Bridal Lessons - Chapter 34
“Mm.”
With a soft splash, the milky stream from Rosen’s lower body sprayed his firm lower abdomen. A few droplets even reached his chiseled jawline, which he wiped away slowly with his fingers. Seeing the lewd liquid on his face, Iscarion’s expression filled with deep satisfaction.
Pressing the blunt tip of his member against her inner walls, he ejaculated slowly, taking his time as he withdrew. Iscarion spread the small, trembling folds of her s-x and held them open with his thumbs. Exhausted, Rosen could only tremble, unable to move.
The exposed pink entrance twitched, expelling a mixture of clear fluid, milky sxmxn, and a hint of blood. The obscene, messy aftermath of their union. Iscarion turned on the small lamp beside the bed, illuminating the space between Rosen’s thighs.
Watching the thin pink fluid drip down her tender perineum and anxl area, he paused to admire the sight. It was a spectacle no waterfall in the entire continent could rival. The thought that only he could witness this magnificent scene once again stirred him.
“That’s three times now, Rosie.”
Realizing that Iscarion was closely observing her most private place, Rosen weakly squirmed in shame. She could feel the dampness seeping into the white sheet beneath her hips.
“This is the third time you’ve wet my bed.”
“Ah… ugh…”
“Do you remember when the first time was?”
He whispered softly, nibbling on her earlobe. Was he referring to the time when she had just come to the grand duchy and wet his bed during a nap? And the second time…
The overwhelming fatigue clouded her thoughts. Unable to respond, Rosen’s ragged breathing slowed as she drifted into sleep, her exhausted body finally succumbing.
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“Rosie?”
Another night when sleep eluded him. Iscarion lay diagonally on his bed, reading by candlelight. He noticed Rosen peeking through the barely open door. Sitting up, he watched her struggle with her pillow, trying to climb onto his bed.
“Brother!”
“Why, did you have a scary dream?”
“Rosie wants to sleep with Brother.”
“…Ah, Lady Rosen!”
The door opened again, revealing Rosen’s new nanny, hired not long ago. Seeing Iscarion, she quickly lowered her head in embarrassment.
“I apologize, Your Highness! I told her no, but she insisted…”
It wasn’t hard to guess what had happened. After the old nanny who had cared for Rosen since she was a child had to leave the duchy due to her worsening health, Rosen had been unsettled. She had barely recovered from the trauma of losing her parents when she had to say goodbye to another familiar figure.
Despite hiring an experienced nanny, Rosen couldn’t seem to bond with her. She became extremely anxious when Iscarion was out of sight, often begging to accompany him or waiting by the door until he returned. Recently, she had trouble sleeping and often woke up crying about nightmares.
“Lady Rosénia, come here, please.”
“Nooo!”
As the nanny tried to pull Rosen away, she clung to Iscarion, bursting into tears.
“Come on, good girls don’t throw tantrums. His Highness needs his rest too.”
“I want to stay with Brother… Can’t I stay?”
“You want to sleep here?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Alright, then.”
“Really…?”
Iscarion patted Rosen, who clung to him like a puppy, and gestured for the nanny to leave.
“For now, I’ll take care of Rosen myself.”
“Pardon? Your Highness? But…”
“It’s fine, you can go.”
After a moment of hesitation, the nanny left the room. Iscarion put away his book and lay down with Rosen. He tucked her in, ensuring she was warm, and adjusted the pillow to her size. Rosen peeked out from under the blanket, smiling up at him.
“I feel so good sleeping with Brother.”
“You feel good?”
“Yeah, when I’m with you, the monsters in my dreams… yawn… can’t come, hmmm…”
“If monsters show up, I’ll chase them away. Now, go to sleep.”
“Thank you, Brother. Goodnight…”
Rosen fell asleep almost immediately, clearly exhausted. Iscarion patted her gently until her breathing evened out. Though he had planned to read the new book he had purchased, he decided to lie quietly, not wanting to wake her.
