Portrait of An Arrogant Master - Chapter 85
‘If I take it off, it’s going to pop out again. Should I touch it?’
At least she knew to mimic Eren’s kissing, but she knew nothing about this aspect. She regretted not paying more attention when Anna talked about such things.
As her hand moved more slowly, Eren quietly urged her on.
“Most of all, this place is the most frustrating. Hurry up and finish undressing me, Macy.”
“The bottom can wait… I think it might be nice to sleep like this.”
“Really?”
“Yes…”
She couldn’t bring herself to remove the lower clothing.
‘Let’s just stop for today…’
Macy fumbled for a blanket on the bed. At that moment, Eren pulled her into a tight embrace. Her left chest, marked with the name ‘Eren Wood,’ pressed against him.
“Hmph!”
A burning heat surged. Warm liquid flowed from her now dry legs. The sensation running down her thighs sent shivers through her body.
“Right. Not bad. Let’s try sleeping like this.”
Her breathing was intermittent and trembling. Eren’s laughter grew more pronounced. He purposely pushed his chest into her, increasing the friction.
“Ugh…”
That night, Macy had to cling to him, crying and clinging all night.
* * *
Bang—!
The harsh gunshot echoed, with the bullet grazing the side of a tree. The sudden noise startled a fawn, making it flee. The cold metallic touch felt unfamiliar today.
‘Maybe it’s because I had been feeling warm until morning. No, it was excessively hot inside.’
Recalling the sensations from her intimate areas stirred up unresolved desires. Each touch felt like welcoming its owner, pouring out abundantly…
‘I should have tasted it.’
Rubens’s throat felt parched.
“If you’re considering keeping your Name master in another way, please let me know. As I mentioned before, I am in support.”
The words from Baron Shearton often came to mind. He suggested taking Macy as a mistress.
‘It doesn’t sound too bad.’
The reason for Rubens’s change of mind about mistresses was relatively simple. Seeing a woman panting and flushed red in bed, he suddenly yearned to see her eyes again.
‘Did she cry? She must have.’
With tears welling up in her densely lashed eyes, Macy’s tears due to her excitement were of great interest. It seemed likely that she looked lovely. Even if he rubbed his member against her tear-streaked face, would the sticky sound from between her legs still be heard?
The illicit thoughts spread more during the daylight hours. His lower body was already half e-ect.
‘I’ve lost my mind.’
With a cold chuckle, Rubens dismissed these thoughts. There was no need to be impatient. Soon, everything would be entirely in his hands.
“Have you caught anything?”
As he leisurely drove his horse, a man with an attractive appearance approached along with a tracker. The platinum-haired man, who still had a youthful freshness about him, had a sweet smile as if from a fairy tale.
“As you can see, it seems His Highness has won this time.”
Benedict Josh von Stein.
He was the third prince of the Kingdom of Ciseina in the south. Ruben’s grandmother, Otilia Krygen, was a princess from Ciseina, making Benedict a distant relative of Rubens.
He had often visited Obelit from a young age, staying at the Duke’s residence, and had followed Rubens around all day, chattering about wanting to be like him. Now, seeing how he had grown, it felt as though the passage of time had become more tangible.
Benedict checked the horses carrying the animals Rubens had hunted. The number had not changed since he last saw them.
“Is this really all?”
“Yes.”
“To openly praise someone like this is suspicious. What are you trying to say by going this far?”
Benedict looked at Rubens with a slightly annoyed expression.
‘I thought he came just because he was happy with the invitation, but he’s quite perceptive.’
Even if he was a third prince pushed out of the power struggle, surviving in the harsh royal palace must have sharpened his instincts.
“Today, my focus was simply a bit off.”
However, Rubens’ lack of game was not due to any intention to show leniency. Despite the truth, Benedict still seemed to harbor some suspicion.
“Do you have any concerns? Is there a problem with the upcoming engagement preparations?”
“No.”
Rubens scoffed lightly.
“There is one minor concern, but…”
“What is it? If there’s anything I can help with, I will!”
“Fortunately, it is something Your Highness can assist with.”
As they rode side by side, Rubens began to speak.
