The Princeliest Prince of All - Chapter 40
“It’s a brand-new dress!”
Sera cried out in shock.
“Ah, why would you rip it!”
“It’s not ripped.”
“I heard it rip, you know?”
Sera turned on him with dagger-sharp eyes. The mood, which had been warming from a pleasant spring into a sweltering summer, now seemed ready to backtrack straight to winter. Sensing danger, Leonard swiftly pulled out his trump card.
“I’ll buy you a new one.”
“Well, if you insist.”
Sera relented instantly, pretending to let it slide. Yes! A perfectly legal excuse to get new clothes! Might as well go all out and order thirty new ones. Power is the best. Money is the best!
Her shameless intent was transparent, but Leonard wasn’t the least bit bothered. Hadn’t he proposed to her with the promise of indulging her every whim? It was too late to take that back now.
Besides, what mattered to him far more than a dress was the sight of Sera’s half-exposed chest.
Like a well-trained hound, he instinctively began to salivate. Leonard wasted no time, swiftly undoing the intricate knots of her dress.
Sera was just as quick. She immediately reached for the collar of his shirt. If she was going to be stripped down in a cold carriage, it was only fair that he join her.
The Crown Prince’s pristine white formal attire, usually without a single wrinkle, was now rarely seen unrumpled. His once impeccably smooth shirts, which a fly could slip on, were no exception. It was now common for buttons to go flying thanks to Sera’s careless hands.
By the time she undid the last button, Leonard had successfully loosened the knots. In one smooth motion, he pulled down both her dress and undergarments.
Her unveiled chest, now fuller and softer than before, released a faint, milky scent.
The very scent that drove him mad.
Without hesitation, Leonard cupped both b*****s and buried his face between them, inhaling deeply.
Only then did a sense of peace settle over him.
Beneath the relief of not being abandoned, possessiveness coiled inside him like a serpent.
Leonard squeezed her b*****s firmly, almost as if trying to squeeze out every last drop of milk.
Sera winced from the dull pain.
Had starving as a baby left some lasting resentment?
His obsession with her b*****s had only worsened after she gave birth. Even though the nanny alternated with her for nursing, her n*****s remained swollen and sore every day.
Still, pain aside, it wasn’t entirely unpleasant. Watching a man cling to her so desperately filled her with a smug sense of power. Her lower belly tingled.
Without hesitation, she undid Leonard’s waistband.
A classic strategy—give flesh, take bone.
The moment she pulled down his underwear, his fully e***t length sprang free.
Hmm.
As expected, it was impressive.
Not something to be shown off publicly, but definitely something to be proud of.
Without hesitation, she wrapped her hand around him.
Leonard, who had been lost in her chest, let out a low moan.
“Haa…”
Sera, seeing how hard he already was, wasted no time. She tugged at him, almost playfully, as if handling a toy. Her pet serpent, as if pleased by the attention, twitched in response.
Wait a second.
Did it seem bigger than before? Was it her imagination, or did it actually get better with use?
Whatever the case, it was time to give it some real affection.
Sera ran her fingers from the base all the way up, rubbing her thumb over the soft, sensitive tip.
She played with speed and pressure, targeting every weak spot. Her expert touch made Leonard’s hips involuntarily jerk forward, and his hands, which had been vigorously kneading her b*****s, stilled.
He buried his head against her chest, panting heavily.
Handling a big man like this was always fun.
Sera formed a ring with her fingers just below the ridge of his tip, rubbing the sensitive groove. His u*****a twitched, releasing a tiny bead of fluid.
At this rate, he would be surrendering in no time.
As Sera smirked in victory, she suddenly sensed movement nearby.
Leonard, who had been breathing like a feverish patient, suddenly lifted his head.
Sera, eyes wide, froze in place.
Then, voices drifted from nearby.
“You have to ventilate regularly. If moisture gets in, the wood will warp.”
“Yes, sir.”
An older man and a younger boy—likely a stable master teaching an apprentice.
They had no idea that a pair of high-ranking nobles were engaged in very inappropriate activities inside the narrow confines of a carriage.
