Beneath the Surviving Princess's Joyful Facade - Chapter 91

Eirik took a deep breath and steadied himself.

There’s nothing wrong with this, he thought. His wife wants him, and what does it matter what others think?

With that conclusion, Eirik sat up and extended his hand toward her. “Come here.”

Miesa was in the process of removing her underwear. He pulled her into his arms.

“Stay still. I’ll do it,” he whispered, kissing her forehead and cheeks while his hand found her breast, eliciting a soft gasp from her.

“Oh… Eirik…”

“Lift yourself up a bit, like this.”

Miesa did as she was told, kneeling on the bed and half raising herself up. When her breasts were close enough to meet his face, Eirik took one with his lips and began to caress her mound. His fingertips grazed the underside of her mound, sending shivers down Miesa’s slender body.

Teasingly, his fingertips moved to the center of the mound, scratching over her underwear. Her hips bucked in response. As he nibbled on her nipple, Miesa squeezed his shoulder and whispered urgently.

“Mmm… touch me inside, too. Please…”

“Inside?”

Eirik slid his hand between her legs without removing her underwear. Pressing firmly where her entrance should be, he felt the fabric quickly dampen under his touch.

“Here?”

“Yes… but my underwear…”

As Miesa mumbled incoherently, Eirik pressed his index and middle fingers against her entrance, gripping her entire vulva tightly. His palm rubbed the mound where her clitoris was hidden, making her body quiver with each movement.

Her nipples, glistening with his saliva, trembled. Eirik realized he wouldn’t be able to hold back for long.

“Lie down.”

Miesa lay down on the wide bed facing him. Eirik hesitated briefly, considering his position, then got off the bed and knelt on the floor.

“Eirik?”

“This way, I can use both hands,” he explained.

With that, he pulled her towards the edge of the bed, removing her underwear in the process. The damp fabric clung to her skin.

“Both hands?”

“Yes.”

Erik pulled her knees up to her chest, because he, too, was too hot to hold on for long.

Eirik first positioned her so that her knees were upright and her legs were spread apart to expose her pubic area, then reached a hand out to reposition the candle on the bedside table, illuminating the bedside.

“What are you doing?”

“I need to see what you like,” he said. “You seem unsure, so let’s figure it out together.”

He observed Miesa’s reactions as he explored every corner of her private area. The small wings on either side of her labia didn’t seem particularly sensitive, and she seemed uncomfortable with him touching her perineum, possibly for psychological reasons.

Half-sitting up, Miesa felt bewildered. He was intently examining her vulva, spreading and touching it, while continually checking her face for reactions.

“Does this feel good?” he asked.

The area between her legs, now exposed to his gaze, grew hot. As he alternated his gaze between her face and down, it became impossible for her to hide her reactions.

“It’s turning red and swelling up,” he noted.

He played with her swollen clitoris, gauging how much pressure to apply based on her facial expressions. Pressing around the area with some force was fine, but the clitoris itself seemed very sensitive.

After some time spent examining her below, Eirik slowly inserted a finger into the small, moist hole that had been secreting fluid.

“Ah, ngh…!” Miesa trembled, as if something were missing.

To calm her, he added another finger and gently rubbed her inner walls. Her body tensed and quivered, releasing a gush of fluid as her lower parts tightened.

No longer able to resist, he removed his trousers. His erection sprang forth, fully aroused.

Eirik used his left palm to rub her vulva, coating it with her fluids. Then, with his slick hand, he grasped his member. As he stroked up and down, her fluids mixed with his own pre-ejaculate, making the entire shaft slick. The fact that her fluids enveloped him excited him even more.

While one hand continued to thrust into her, the other stroked himself. Miesa, her eyes wide, watched him masturbate.

Their eyes met. Both filled with a longing gaze, yet neither looked away.

In this manner, he brought his wife to climax multiple times while pleasuring himself.

***

“No, this…”

As Gella’s face turned ashen while undressing her, Miesa spoke firmly, cutting her off. “I asked for it. He reluctantly agreed.”

“Oh… well, in that case, it can’t be helped,” Gella replied, though she had a question she needed to ask. “You didn’t, uh, go all the way, did you?”

“No. There’s no chance of a child.”

Relieved by Miesa’s answer, Gella started chattering again. “That’s a relief. At least one of you was thinking clearly.”

“Right. Because I never think things through properly,” Miesa replied, making Gella flinch and bow her head.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to speak out of turn… but I was concerned for your health.”

“I understand. Let’s stop talking about it now,” Miesa said, her tone firm.

Having scolded Gella in a manner befitting a noblewoman, Miesa looked at the marks on her body in the mirror, admiring them like medals. The flushed marks seemed more beautiful than any necklace.

Eirik was engaged in a private conversation with the Duke of Salachez at the latter’s estate.

“You should have investigated his surroundings first,” the Duke suggested, his tone casual now that he had subtly shifted to a more familiar form of address after escorting the former Margrave back to the mansion. Eirik, acknowledging the deepening familiarity, reciprocated by dropping the formalities as well.

“What do you mean by surroundings?”

“Men like him, the weak-willed, always rely on someone. You should have taken someone close to him as a hostage.”

Eirik chuckled. Despite thinking he had prepared himself thoroughly, he realized he still had much to learn. The depth of the Duke’s pragmatism left him shaking his head.

“I’m confused. To what extent must we go for such a grand cause?”

“Look, you and I are different. You can converse gracefully with nobles, build relationships smoothly, but you shy away from dirty work.”

“……”

“I, on the other hand, know that light always casts a shadow. Even in the most luxurious noble estates, filth emerges. Someone has to deal with it.”

“I see.”

“If I were you, I’d kill that bastard immediately and bury him. Then find a more suitable replacement.”

The Duke’s proud proposal was full of holes, causing Eirik to raise an eyebrow in confusion.

“That’s nonsense. Someone would recognize him eventually, perhaps someone from his village.”

“Then you kill everyone around him. Leave no one who could recognize him.”

It wasn’t that the Duke’s plan was flawed; their perspectives were simply worlds apart.

“Well, it’s clear we’re very different,” Eirik said with a wry smile, sipping his tea as the Duke slapped his chest in frustration.

“Think about it. Instead of hundreds dying, a few dozen sacrifices seem minor.”

“Calling dozens of lives minor is already wrong. Besides, they aren’t criminals. I was raised this way; your words won’t change me overnight.”

“I understand, but remember, you could die any day. What if the King’s arrow pierces your neck at the hunt in ten days?”

“……”

“Remember, I’m a true friend without prejudice toward your inclinations. So you’d better not ignore my advice.”

“Your emphasis on friendship feels more like boasting, but I get your point.”

Perhaps due to his less-than-noble origins, the Duke of Salachez was often desperate for acknowledgment, leading to such bold statements. Yet Eirik didn’t mind his friend’s bravado, as even his wife couldn’t hide her delight when receiving his reassurances.

Feeling emboldened, the Duke continued. “Listen to me. Who cares about justifications? Position your knights around the hunting grounds.”

“With only seventy knights in the capital, you want me to face over two hundred royal guards?”

Eirik’s sardonic response made the Duke look somewhat offended.

“I don’t think you’d undertake a rebellion without other plans. If you don’t want to disclose them to me, so be it.”

Eirik’s laughter prompted the Duke to add confidently, “If you’ve done nothing, that’s even worse. It would mean you’re just a big-mouthed fool.”

After a moment of quiet consideration, Eirik let out a bitter laugh and said, “Listen closely, you rascal.”

“Oh dear, a noble like you swearing so elegantly,” the Duke teased.

“I can’t reveal the details, but I have three hundred more men ready. Bring me a map of the hunting grounds.”

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