Odalisque - Chapter 68

“We are not close.”

“Really? I don’t imagine you have many people with whom you’d ‘make time to have tea alone.'”

The Marquis, with a red-lit cigar between his lips, perched himself against a bookshelf. His long legs bent casually, the posture might have seemed relaxed, but his buttoned-up collar gave him a restrained air.

It appeared that the Marquis knew more details about her meetings with Camille than she had anticipated. It was surprising, but upon reflection, it was also understandable.

If the Marquis had been observing Camille, it would not have been difficult for him to find out.

“It’s true that we had reasons to talk, but it wasn’t the kind of closeness you think.”

It was Roman who reacted to Liv’s words, his expression hardening.

“If he intended to use this lady…”

However, Roman didn’t finish his sentence.

“Sir Roman.”

“Yes!”

Roman stopped mid-sentence at the Marquis’s call and quickly answered. The Marquis, exhaling smoke with the cigar between his fingers, asked in a bored voice.

“Have you finished your report?”

“Pardon? No, not yet…”

“I’ll hear the rest later.”

“…Pardon?”

Roman’s awkward question, spoken a beat too late, made the Marquis frown. A deep crease formed in his smooth brow.

“Are you going deaf already?”

The tone was calm and low, but there was a menace behind it. Roman, his face turning pale, quickly took a step back and answered energetically.

“Understood! I will wait!”

After confirming the Marquis’s dismissive wave, Roman bowed his head and hurriedly left the office. It was practically as if he had been chased out. What exactly was going on here?

Liv looked at the Marquis with a vague expression.

“Wasn’t there an urgent matter you came for?”

“Yes.”

“But if you put it off like this…”

The Marquis flicked the ash of his cigar into the ashtray.

“It feels like bringing you here was pointless, but I’ve already done it, so there’s no helping it.”

“……”

Liv easily understood that she was the one the Marquis referred to as having been “brought here for no reason.”

“Perhaps skipping once would be more efficient. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Liv parted her lips thoughtlessly. She stared blankly at the Marquis, who was staring back as if demanding a response, then slowly looked around the office.

It really was a well-decorated office.

An office.

In other words, a room intended for work.

“Here?”

“The desk is spacious. Plenty of room for you to lie down.”

She had already experienced something similar in the dining room, and once had been more than enough for such shameful and shocking incidents.

She might be willing to compromise up to a lounge, but she had no desire to undress in a room clearly meant for official business. And now the Marquis had postponed an urgent report.

She could guarantee that if she ended up having sex with the Marquis here, Roman would be left waiting aimlessly for at least three hours. It would certainly not end after just once, and lately, both foreplay and aftercare had been growing longer.

It was obvious what Roman would be thinking while waiting. Liv, who had already been on the receiving end of countless stares just coming here, desperately wanted to avoid such a situation.

“Since the report hasn’t been completed, perhaps we should find another way.”

Liv forced a smile, trying to persuade the Marquis. She didn’t actually expect her words to work, but surprisingly, the Marquis’s expression changed.

“Another way, you say.”

The Marquis rolled the cigar between his fingers, pausing briefly before a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. His blue eyes shone with interest.

“There is a simple way.”

A way that didn’t require undressing or lengthy foreplay.

The Marquis was right. It was very simple—she just had to use her mouth. Kneeling between his legs like this.

…Of course, simplicity did not mean ease.

“Haa…”

Just a few licks with her tongue, and the head of his member had already swollen taut. Each time his thick, veined member twitched, the tip became wetter.

A low growl escaped the man above her. It was quite deep, as if he was suppressing his arousal. The sound, rumbling from deep in his throat, almost seemed animalistic.

When she wrapped both hands around his member, she could feel the weight. It was fascinating how she could sense the pulse so clearly. The Marquis let out a sigh as he watched Liv, who was simply staring at the hot rod while holding it.

The Marquis’s hand gripped the back of Liv’s head, pulling her closer. His scent filled her nostrils.

It was overwhelming to think of actually putting it in her mouth.

The Marquis’s member was thick, big, and long—so much so that it was hard to believe such a thing had entered her body.

How had she not torn apart?

“Open up.”

The Marquis’s voice was deep as he gently stroked the back of her head. Liv, mesmerized by his words, parted her lips as if hypnotized. The hot rod pressed against her tongue, pushing in.

“Open your mouth wider, use your tongue.”

The Marquis, leaning forward, whispered while lightly pulling the back of her head. Her head, which had been hesitating at the tip, suddenly plunged forward, taking in his member.

“Mmph.”

“Don’t use your teeth.”

Having never done anything like this before, Liv had no idea what she was doing. She grimaced, opening her mouth as wide as possible.

She thought she had opened wide, but the member still filled every inch of her mouth. There was certainly no room to breathe.

Unable to breathe, her mind went hazy, and her heart raced. Lack of air made every sensation sharper. She could even feel the friction on her untouched nipples, pressing against her clothes.

“Breathe through your nose.”

The Marquis used his thumb to smooth Liv’s furrowed brow, muttering irritably, “Too shallow.”

Though her mouth was already full, there was still much of the rod left untouched. The Marquis’s hand slowly moved from her forehead down along her face. He smeared her saliva around the head of his member, then held her under her chin.

“You’ve barely taken half of it, Teacher. How disappointing.”

“Guh…”

His other hand supported the back of Liv’s head. The member, which could go no further, pressed into the back of her throat. Terrified that it might go even deeper, Liv placed her hand on the Marquis’s thigh. Fortunately, he seemed to relent.

The member, which had seemed ready to advance indefinitely, slowly pulled out. The hard length dragged heavily across her tongue.

The sensation on her tongue resonated through her entire body. She couldn’t help but think of the times the Marquis had used that rod to press into her entrance, as if foreshadowing the penetration to come.

“By the way, Teacher.”

The member, with only its head remaining inside, plunged into her mouth once more. The motion was slow but deliberate. Maintaining her jaw wide open was already difficult, her jaw ached, and each deep thrust into her mouth made her gag.

Despite everything, the Marquis continued speaking calmly above her, “Sharing a carriage, stopping by a cake shop together, escorting you to your home…”

At some point, Liv simply let the Marquis control her head’s movements. She lacked both the experience and skill to do it herself.

“And yet, you’re not close?”

“Mmph!”

Just as she was getting used to it, the member abruptly thrust into her throat. Tears welled up in Liv’s eyes from the gag reflex.

“Haa… That bastard seems unable to take his eyes off you.”

His movements became rougher. The once-calm breaths of the Marquis were growing labored.

“Open wider.”

The rougher his thrusts became, the more his member scraped against her teeth. It must have hurt, but his rod showed no signs of slowing down.

Liv, gripping the Marquis’s thighs, tightly shut her eyes.

“Now that I think of it, I recall seeing the two of you together quite often before.”

Saliva, drawn out by the retreating member, dribbled down her chin. Her lips, chafed by the rough thrusts, were now flushed red.

Unable to keep up with the thrusts, Liv’s chest tightened as she struggled for breath, pushing against the rod with her tongue. It seemed her resistance only excited the Marquis further.

“Who would’ve thought I’d confirm your popularity this way.”

The thick flesh that had been filling her mouth abruptly withdrew. A line of saliva trailed from the tip to her lips.

Liv could feel the Marquis’s gaze on her tear-stained, drool-covered face. But all she could think about was trying to catch her breath.

Panting heavily, Liv looked up at the Marquis with tear-filled eyes.

“Huff, huff… Such a thing… mmph!”

As she tried to speak, the menacing rod invaded her lips once more. Liv instinctively tried to pull away, but the Marquis gripped her chin firmly, holding her still.

“Trying to sneak away won’t work. At this rate, I might as well lay you down and fuck you properly.”

The twitching rod pressed against the roof of her mouth.

“And get rid of that friend soon. What’s there to learn from associating with a hyena who snoops into others’ affairs?”

Despite her current state—being helplessly dominated by the thrusts into her throat—the Marquis’s voice was unusually clear.

Liv could finally guess why the Marquis had insisted on bringing her to this office to listen to this conversation.

He was showing her how much he disliked Camille and was silently commanding her to cut ties with him.

“I always think this—Teacher, you have no eye for people.”

The rod in her mouth seemed to swell even more.

Whether her lips had torn or not, a sharp pain stung at the corners. But the pain was nothing compared to the way his member mercilessly struck her throat.