The Prince's Taste - Chapter 2.6
Ah, but that wasn’t the end of it.
So boldly had she dragged Richard into an empty room, and as she began to unbutton his shirt, she lost her last shred of sanity to the sight of Richard’s well-defined muscles.
“If I had known this would happen, I wouldn’t have held back.”
“You can still hold back now.”
The more she remembered, the more her head throbbed. The Judy Esther in her memories swallowed hard at the sight of Richard’s muscles. What kind of ridiculous muscle fetish was this? She hadn’t even been able to hold back for a single week before causing a major incident.
She had thought Richard was a man far removed from being a muscle-bound guy.
But there was something she had forgotten: Prince Richard was the male lead in an adult romance novel. The keywords for this story were ‘#Night King,’ ‘#Ultimate Seducer,’ and ‘#25+ Content.’ In short, he was someone capable of spending a week in bed with the heroine.
“I let my instincts take over and did something foolish.” In the flood of returning memories, she realized it had been her who made the first move.
She had provoked him into a one-night stand and then shamelessly denied it in the morning. Such behavior was typical of trashy male characters in romance novels.
Feeling like an onion with layers that just kept peeling away, she couldn’t shake off her new identity.
“What do you want to say?”
Richard looked at her intently, stretching out each word as if he were savoring them.
“Thanks to Your Highness’s… experience, my first time went well. So, could you kindly tell His Majesty and my father that nothing happened?”
She struggled to meet his eyes. A sigh escaped her lips.
Where had it all gone wrong? It wasn’t something one should say to someone with whom they had spent the night, but she had no other choice. Every part of her being screamed at her—forget about pride and just try to fix this situation first.
“I’m really sorry, but could you please explain to the nobles who were in the hall that I was just drunk and you kindly sent me home safely?”
Judy Esther was desperate. By now, rumors were likely spreading like wildfire throughout Adrian. Countess Ingrid, the terrifying gossip queen, was sure to make matters worse. The fact that she was her mother’s closest friend added to the problem. She might very well be sitting in Marquis Emers’s parlor right now, sipping tea and chatting away. That was a scenario she didn’t want to imagine.
“Your Highness!”
Richard was a man she should never get entangled with. She flashed her long eyelashes, and with a pleading look in her eyes, she grabbed Richard’s hands tightly, hoping this would work. She didn’t know if this approach would even have an effect, but considering they had spent the night together, it might just be enough.
“Let’s think of it as if we were just passing winds that momentarily stayed.”
Her serious voice broke through as she forced a smile. There was no point in overthinking it; she had to admit her mistake and hope for his leniency. They say you can’t spit on a smiling face. If Judy Esther from the original story had persuaded Richard like this, she might have avoided the death ending.
“Are you saying that our clothes were blown off by the wind?”
“…If a storm blows, they might come off.”
“You took my clothes off yourself.”
“Last night, I wasn’t Judy Esther; I was some nameless dog.”
Judy Esther blurted out nonsense while her mind felt like it was about to explode. Since she had become a dog, she must have torn off his clothes like a wild beast. The state of his clothes strewn across the floor was nothing short of tragic—more like something a rabid dog would do.
“And the scratch marks on my back? Who do you think made those?”
“That must’ve been the drunken dog, too.”
If she weren’t crazy, she wouldn’t leave such marks on royalty. Though she was trying to feign innocence, she was sticking out her flippers and her pupils were shaking uncontrollably.
“Ouch.” “Go slower.”
She’d pleaded last night. But as Richard complied and slowed down, she had wrapped her legs around his waist and whimpered for him to go harder. Her mind should have blacked out entirely, but instead, she remembered the worst parts. If she wasn’t executed, she’d surely die of shame.
“Judy Esther, if you’re going to lie, you have to control your expression.”
“…..”
“If you want to hide it, I’ll let you pretend.”
Richard wore a playful expression. Judy Esther felt like she wanted to hide in a mouse hole. For now, she slightly loosened the grip on his hand. She had momentarily forgotten that they were both completely naked, making for a rather embarrassing situation. Only then did she pull the edge of the sheets to cover her chest.
“Don’t you think it’s a little late to be covering up now?”
‘I know, I know. That’s why I’m so embarrassed.’
Judy Esther struggled to divert her gaze from the unsightly object in front of her.
“You should cover up too,Your Highness .”
“After seeing everything, are we not already familiar with each other?”
