Trapped in a Secret Room With the Magnificent Duke - Chapter 19
“Bennet.”
“Yes, Duke?”
“…Am I really that unappealing?”
Despite always being revered around him, Kadrion considered himself ordinary. He thought his abilities were merely what was expected of a Duke, and his appearance, while somewhat attractive due to his northern noble heritage, was nothing extraordinary.
“That’s nonsense! If you lack charm, then who in the Empire has it?”
Bennet was visibly agitated.
“How many young ladies in the Empire dream of marrying you, postponing their own engagement just for the chance to be with you?”
Despite Bennet’s fervent defense of Kadrion’s virtues, none of it reached his ears.
“Why would she reject the invitation?”
Kadrion’s soft murmur prompted Bennet to speak cautiously.
“I’ve heard that she doesn’t often attend social gatherings. Perhaps the young lady has quite traditional views…”
Bennet’s indirect remarks conveyed the main point clearly to Kadrion. Though things had relaxed a bit, in the past, young ladies were often forbidden from frequent outings.
“That could be the case.”
After reflecting about it carefully, Kadrion found Bennet’s explanation plausible.
Count Hendrick was indeed known for his rigidity. As an unmarried man, hosting an unmarried young lady in his home might have seemed scandalous. The gossip would surely spread quickly if anyone found out.
‘Well, that’s understandable.’
As Kadrion let his imagination travel, he rationalized Reyna’s rejection. Of course, his throat tightened at the thought, but it was not his intention to be upset. Repeatedly pursuing someone who had already turned him down would be futile and even unpleasant.
Though a little persistence might be acceptable, repeatedly courting someone who clearly wasn’t interested felt almost like a form of harassment.
Kadrion, who had experienced the relentless advances from young ladies himself, understood this well. The longer he couldn’t meet her, the more his mind idealized her.
* * *
“……?”
He felt wet between his legs. Kadrion, who had just woken up, looked down to check.
“Ha…”
Seeing the wet, stark evidence staining his underwear and trousers, Kadrion let out a rueful laugh.
At his age, experiencing a wet dream?
It was the first time since puberty. Kadrion had managed his urges adequately until now, and he didn’t want to start his day with such an unpleasant feeling. Yet, why had it happened?
Roughly brushing back his tousled bangs, Kadrion tried to shake off his discomfort and retraced the remnants of the dream he’d just had.
“Duke, please put it in.”
In the dream, she had her legs spread wide before him, her small, white hands parting her folds. Remembering her red lips pleading for him to enter, Kadrion shifted his hand between his legs.
“Hurry, Duke.”
Her sultry, nasal voice had teased him as if she was born to enchant him. The unpleasant feeling quickly faded. His member that had stood reaching his navel, twitched vigorously.
Ultimately, Kadrion, with his white shirt clutched in his mouth, leaned against the headboard of his bed and began to rub himself. His gaze was fixed on a portrait hanging in front of him.
The woman in the portrait had a gentle smile, unlike the seductive expression she had in the dream.
But that smile was enough to make Kadrion quicken his movements.
“……!”
As he panted heavily, a white fluid splattered across his firm abdomen. Even though he had already came heavily in his sleep, there was still a significant amount.
After expelling his desire and returning to reality, Kadrion was met with a sense of self-loathing. Yet, as soon as he made eye contact with the woman in the portrait, a prec-m trickled from the tip of his member and stained the post.
“Damn it……”
Kadrion’s self-pleasure, which had started in the early dawn, continued well into the daylight. Even after he went to the bathroom to clean up and expelled his desire once more, his c-ck showed no signs of going down.
* * *
About six months after his invitation was declined, Kadrion had a chance encounter with Reyna, albeit in the least desired manner.
“It was really enjoyable today……”
Kadrion’s steps abruptly halted when he heard the words from nearby, spoken by none other than a certain young nobleman.
“……Lady Hendrick. Would it be alright if I had another chance to meet and talk with you?”
Did he just hear that wrong?
Kadrion doubted his hearing. Especially today, when Reyna had appeared in his dream, completely naked. Since their first encounter at the Imperial Palace ball, Reyna had visited Kadrion’s dreams nearly every night.
They say dreams reflect the subconscious. As if mirroring Kadrion’s desires, Reyna in his dreams was always provocatively seductive.
As a result, Kadrion’s morning routine had naturally come to include rubbing himself with a fully e***t member…
‘It’s severe.’
Before it could make his member rise on the street, Kadrion tried to pass them by.
Just then, a slightly lower and more subdued female voice followed.
