The Hungry Tyrant's Bedroom - Chapter 22
Something outrageous was written there.
How a man should pleasure a woman’s g******s.
Since the female g******s are extremely sensitive, seat the woman on a chair with her legs spread, and the man should kneel before her.
Once the inner flesh is revealed, the man should softly lick the area without applying pressure with his tongue, as if savoring a piece of candy.
There’s no way I can read this.
Before she could voice the words aloud, Floria’s eyes, which scanned ahead of her mouth, widened.
“This is insane······.”
A sound close to a groan escaped Floria’s lips from sheer shock.
“What’s insane?”
At Aidan’s question, she quickly shook her head.
There was no way this chapter would do. There had to be another method.
How could she possibly—sit in a chair and have that tyrant Aidan kneel before her and lick that?
Absolutely not.
“Ah······ I think this part might’ve been printed wrong. I’ll read a different section.”
Whatever else was in the book, this part wasn’t it.
As she tried to turn the page, Aidan caught her hand. Her hand was trapped in his large one.
“Ah.”
It was just a simple gesture, yet her heart leapt in surprise.
Aidan lowered his head to look at her.
“That seems like the right part. Isn’t it saying to pleasure the g******s with your mouth?”
“······Ah, seriously, this part is just full of nonsense.”
To begin with, putting one’s mouth on one’s g******s was absurd.
If such a thing ever happened to her, she wouldn’t die from pain—she’d die of humiliation.
Death was preferable. Pain was better.
“I’m serious.”
“Hard to believe.”
Aidan leaned in close, peering over her shoulder at the book.
His solid body was directly behind her.
Floria, who had only just barely thrown her nightgown back on, could feel his body heat radiating against her.
“Really? What kind of nonsense does it say?”
“······Um······ so, like······.”
What should she say?
“Like… the history of Altomole, for instance. In any case, it’s not something useful right now.”
She turned her eyes away, pretending ignorance as best she could.
“Hard to believe.”
He chuckled faintly.
“Floria, you’re a terrible liar.”
“······It’s true.”
Maybe he was the one lying when he said he couldn’t read Altomolean.
That’s how intensely his eyes followed the text—as if reading along.
Could he really not understand it?
“If it’s really just the history of Altomole and such nonsense, then it shouldn’t matter who reads it, right?”
“Yes. There’s no need for you to hear it······ It’s very dry material.”
“Then I suppose we could have your nanny come read it aloud.”
At the unexpected suggestion, Floria’s eyes grew wide.
“Pardon······?”
“Your nanny should be able to read, shouldn’t she?”
“······.”
At his subtle suggestion of summoning her nanny, Floria swallowed dryly.
That was absurd.
If Catherine were to read such words aloud in front of the Grand Duke and herself, Catherine would be mortified—and Floria would want to die.
“That’s not allowed!”
“Why not? You said it’s dry content. The history of Altomole, wasn’t it?”
There was a faint laugh in his voice.
The Grand Duke Aidan had an awfully cruel sense of humor.
Knowing full well what was written in that book, he was clearly trying to humiliate her.
Seeing Floria’s face flush bright red, the corners of his mouth twisted.
“Let’s summon your nanny at once.”
He even made a move as if to throw on his shirt.
Was he really going to call Catherine?
Still seated on the bed, gripping the book, Floria tossed it aside and hurriedly grabbed his waist.
Her arms wrapped around firm muscle.
It was such a sudden contact that under normal circumstances, her face would have turned red from embarrassment—but she didn’t have time for that now.
“No!”
“······.”
“Your Grace, I’ll read it. Please, just don’t call Catherine.”
It was better to read it herself.
She could not let herself dig a deeper grave in front of Aidan.
“Then continue.”
Victory was his.
Following the book’s instructions, Floria weekly spread her legs.
