Odalisque - Chapter 62

Even after climaxing, his member remained inside her. Despite reaching orgasm, it hadn’t softened in the slightest, maintaining its hardness and completely filling her inner walls. Liv, who had been staring at the Marquis’s face, traced her own abdomen. Beneath her sticky skin, there was something solid.

Noticing her movement, the Marquis narrowed his eyes. He lifted the hand that had been resting on the table and began caressing Liv’s chin and lips, speaking slowly, “Why did Lady Malte’s name suddenly come out of this mouth?”

His voice was husky, still carrying remnants of the recent climax. The slightly lowered tone, the unwithdrawn member, and the faint blush in his eyes—all of it only heightened Liv’s excitement. She couldn’t help it; her inner muscles kept clenching involuntarily.

Each time that happened, his erection seemed to grow even harder. It wasn’t an illusion.

“Answer.”

The Marquis inserted his thumb between her lips, quietly demanding an answer. Liv shivered slightly as his skin touched her tongue, hurriedly finding her voice.

“M-Million mentioned it offhand… Ngh.”

Liv couldn’t finish her sentence and let out a groan. His still fully engorged member had started to pull back slowly.

Just as she thought it was going to withdraw completely, the tip lingered briefly before plunging back inside to the base.

Thud!

“Hng!”

“Aren’t you too easily believing the unverified words of a student?”

Despite the cynical tone of his voice, the Marquis’s lower body was hot as it pressed deeply into her.

“I-I didn’t believe it!”

“And on top of that, associating with someone investigating people behind their backs. You’re not exactly at an age where you need to be told to keep better company.”

“No, that’s not… Ah! Ah!”

As if to punish her, his thrusts pounded her inner walls forcefully. Sweat, heated without any time to cool, trickled down from her forehead to her eyes.

Liv let out a whimper that sounded almost like a sob, frowning slightly at the stinging sensation. The Marquis gently wiped away her sweat, stroking her temples tenderly.

His thrusts were slow and deliberate, as heavy as his hand.

“By the way, Teacher, you seem to have taken quite an active interest for someone who was just planning to take what was given.”

The Marquis’s strong arm slipped behind Liv’s arched back. Supporting her waist, he lifted Liv’s upper body in one swift motion.

Her previously limp body was hoisted up, and she found herself sitting on the edge of the table, clinging to the Marquis. Of course, his member was still inside her.

“…It seems you’ve been picking up all sorts of things lately,” muttered the Marquis, sounding almost amused, as he gripped Liv’s hips.

Liv, who had been weakly leaning against him, gasped and clung to his neck in surprise. The Marquis, as if expecting it, lifted her again. Her body floated, and she hurriedly tightened her grip around him.

“Ngh!”

In her precarious position, she tensed up completely. Naturally, her lower abdomen clenched, making the presence of his member even more pronounced. It was an unbelievably deep penetration.

“W-wait, I might fall!”

“I never let go of what I catch.”

The Marquis consoled her with a surprisingly gentle voice, almost amused by how desperately Liv clung to him.

“If I ever do let go, it would probably be because I’ve grown tired of it.”

Sweat trickled down Liv’s spine. The Marquis tightened his grip on her slippery body, muttering with a long sigh.

“But this is only our second time, isn’t it?”

The Marquis’s breath touched the nape of Liv’s neck, where her sweat-soaked hair clung.

“It’s too early to grow tired of it.”

The Marquis’s hips began moving slowly, thrusting upward. Liv’s mind blurred into a haze.

***

Being the second time didn’t mean anything had improved.

If anything, her entire body ached more intensely than it had after their first time. It seemed doing it on the dining table had been a mistake. On top of that, being in such an unstable, suspended position…

For Liv, who had only vaguely imagined that sex was something done lying down on a bed, this experience was utterly shocking. The changing sensations with each position also startled her.

Later, she had to balance on one leg while he held the other, struggling to keep her footing due to the difference in their height. Her body had trembled so much as she stood on tiptoe, trying to bear it.

Her calves and thighs had become so sore that Liv had to sit and massage herself whenever she could while doing housework. It was a muscle ache that would naturally improve with time, but the Marquis’s words from before echoed in her mind.

“I’m not sure I can always give you as much time to recover as I did this time.”

That was what he had said.

Of course, he might have forgotten it by now, since it had been said in passing. Or he might not call her for a while, having satisfied his desire…

‘But you never know.’

That was just the feeling she had.

And whether it was good or bad luck, Liv’s premonition proved accurate. Two days later, she was faced with the carriage that came to pick her up. Still sore from her previous muscle pain, she endured the Marquis again, resulting in even more intense aftereffects than after their second encounter.

The problem was that the carriage came again three days later. After that, the frequency of her extra duties increased significantly.

The Marquis did not hold back. When he wanted something, he reached out and took it without hesitation. Since Liv did not refuse him, it didn’t take long for her extra work to turn into something different. In just a few weeks, Liv naturally anticipated intimacy with the Marquis every time she was summoned to his mansion.

But that didn’t make it any less exhausting.

“You don’t look well, Miss Rodaise.”

Liv, moving her limp body mechanically, suddenly looked up. She met Philip’s concerned gaze and felt her face flush for no reason. It wasn’t as if he could see inside her mind.

Today, she was at the Berryworth mansion again.

But today, it wasn’t for extra work; it was because of Corida’s treatment. Corida’s recovery was progressing smoothly, and her medication was adjusted accordingly. Thierry had said that Corida’s progress was thanks to her consistent physical care.

Perhaps encouraged by Thierry’s praise, Corida devoted herself even more diligently to her recovery. Today, she actively underwent her treatment before heading to the study with Adolf. It seemed they had pre-arranged something, as she announced she’d be in the study for at least three hours.

According to Adolf, he planned to introduce her to a suitable reading companion. Liv had no reason to object. Thus, she found herself once again waiting idly for Corida. And as if he knew of her situation, the Marquis summoned her through Philip.

“Dr. Gertrude hasn’t left the mansion yet. Would you like a check-up?”

“No, I’m fine.”

Liv blushed and quickly waved her hands.

“You don’t have to force yourself to answer the master’s call. I can tell him you’re not feeling well.”

“Really, I’m alright. I just… haven’t had enough sleep.”

She couldn’t possibly admit that she was exhausted from rolling around with the master of the house.

“Oh, I see.”

“I’m truly fine. It’s nothing serious.”

Seeing Liv adamantly refuse the check-up, Philip didn’t press her further. Instead, he brightened his voice and changed the subject.

“The area near the hunting grounds is ideal for horseback riding. The flowers are in full bloom, making it a lovely sight.”

“I see.”

Hearing about riding horses naturally reminded her of the hunting grounds she had once visited.

Was he planning to go hunting again today? It didn’t matter to her, but getting on a horse seemed worrying. Her waist hurt, her thighs were sore, and most of all, her groin was uncomfortable.

Her riding skills weren’t great to begin with, and getting on a horse in her current condition would likely lead to her falling off. Liv decided she should convey her situation to the Marquis when she got the chance.

But she didn’t need to do that. Philip discreetly informed the Marquis that Liv wasn’t feeling well. Though his explanation was vague, the Marquis immediately ordered the riding preparations to be canceled. Then he suggested they visit the glass greenhouse instead, taking the lead.

“Are you alright not to go horseback riding?”

Watching the Marquis walking ahead of her, Liv spoke up first. At her question, the Marquis turned his head halfway, glancing at her.

“You aren’t feeling well.”

“It’s not that I’m unwell…”

Liv hesitated, glancing down.

“Were you planning to go hunting?”

“I was actually considering helping improve your dreadful stamina, even just a little. There are plenty of places around the estate suitable for horseback riding, even if it’s not for hunting.”

The Marquis seemed to have a sense of why Liv wasn’t feeling well. Although it wasn’t her fault, she couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed and cleared her throat unnecessarily. Whether he was aware of her feelings or not, the Marquis turned his gaze forward again.

“Of course, most of the time, I do go hunting.”