The Cold-Hearted Grand Duke Obsesses Over Me After My Death - Chapter 34

Episode 34. It’s Not Over Yet (1)

The bed was empty. He quickly looked around the room. Emilia was slumped over the desk. As he approached, he saw the ink lid open and several pens scattered about.

Louid picked up one of the papers lying messily on the desk. A dress was drawn on it.

‘Does she like dresses?’

He raised an eyebrow and, without suspicion, put the paper back down. He had no idea Emilia was designing dresses. He simply thought she was a noble lady with an interest in clothing.

He gently lifted the sleeping Emilia in his arms, carried her to the bed, and carefully laid her down. After watching her for a moment, he covered her with a blanket and went to the bathroom. When he came back out, Emilia was still sound asleep.

‘She must have been exhausted.’

He smirked slightly. Normally, he would have slept without wearing anything, but this time he put on a robe.

“How bothersome.”

He muttered quietly as he lay down. Since he would have to share the room with Emilia for the next few days, he decided it was best not to walk around naked. Besides, what was already stirring beneath the robe needed to be hidden. Being next to her often made his lower abdomen tense, which was troublesome.

It was the first time a woman had entered his bedroom, where all attendants and servants had always been men.

‘A historic event.’

He gave a hollow smile. It was absurd, bringing up the word “history” just because of one woman. It wasn’t even a forbidden area for women, yet he was only now letting the Grand Duchess into his bedroom. Any ordinary noble lady would never have tolerated his conduct.

Lying on his side, propping his head on his arm, he looked at Emilia sleeping like the dead.

‘A black magician…’

It wasn’t even certain whether black magicians still existed on the continent, and hiring one would cost an astronomical sum. Even so, among the nobles of the Empire, the only one who could have afforded it was Duke Berthe.

‘Despicable man.’

To do something like that when his own granddaughter could have died, he was utterly unforgivable. In any case, since he had achieved what he wanted, forcing Louid and Emilia to share a bedroom, he would likely not attempt anything further.

What the man wanted was an heir born of his bloodline.

‘Still, she works as a sleeping pill, so not entirely useless.’

“Sigh…”

With a rough exhale, he felt a sense of calm and drifted off to sleep.

That night again, Emilia dreamed of sleeping on a broad chest and touched the statue-like body with her hands. Her hand, moving down from the muscular chest, reached between strong thighs.

‘What is this?’

She grasped something thick and hard. It was so big it didn’t fit in her hand, warm and moist, its uneven surface throbbing with a pulse. Like an explorer of unknown lands, Emilia continued to feel what she held.

‘It keeps getting bigger.’

In her left ear, pressed against his chest, she heard a racing heartbeat and rough breathing. Her head bobbed up and down as if riding a wave.

“Emilia!”

An annoyed voice called her name.

“Wake up.”

It was a voice filled with irresistible force. Emilia slowly lifted her heavy eyelids.

“Louid?”

When she turned toward the sound, Louid was looking down at her with a cold face.

“What’s going on?”

Why is he in my bed? Did he come last night?

In her half-awake state, Emilia thought she was in the annex bedroom.

“You’d better take responsibility.”

“What? Hic.”

Following his gaze, Emilia looked at what her hand was holding and flinched in shock.

‘Oh no, what have I done?’

The pillow that had seemed to rise and fall like waves in her dream was actually his chest. The pounding sound was his heartbeat, the smooth, firm skin was his sculpted muscles. And then…

“I-I’m sorry.”

“If you’re sorry, you should take care of this, shouldn’t you?”

“Ah…”

What should I do?

Emilia couldn’t let go of what she was holding and just stared at him. But all she saw in his eyes was an icy gaze.

‘He’s angry. What do I do?’

Her face turned pale. And to make matters worse, this was Louid’s bedroom. If she were thrown out in the middle of the night, she would have nowhere to go.

Her eyes drifted back down to Louid’s lower body. His robe was already untied, and from the swollen member, clear liquid was dripping down.

“I will take care of it.”

Emilia spoke as if resolved. She had to resolve this quickly before he grew angrier.

“……”

Louid still didn’t loosen his expression, as if telling her to prove it. Emilia slowly moved her hand, stroking his length up and down. Then she pressed her lips against his firm nipples.

“Ah.”

She imitated what he had done to her a few nights ago, and Louid let out a rough breath.

It must be working.

Relieved inside, she moved her hand faster, applying pressure to his flesh. Then she alternately sucked on both of his nipples. This too was imitating what he had done.

“Ha…”

He let out a long sigh. After planting several kisses on his firm abs, she sat down between his thighs.

‘Ah. It’s really big.’

It was the first time she had looked closely at a man’s organ, and she found it astonishing.

‘This thing went inside my belly?’

The thought that her body had managed to take in something this huge surprised her even more than its size.

‘For now, I need to calm his anger.’

Instinctively, she took the glans, large as a child’s fist, into her mouth. She felt suffocated, as if her lips might tear, but she endured and sucked with force. The soft flesh inside her mouth gradually hardened.

“Ah.”

As Louid’s body twitched, she patted his lower stomach as if to soothe him, taking his organ deep into her throat. With her other hand, she kept stroking the shaft.

“How is it?”

“……”

She asked with a muffled voice, but Louid gave no reply.

Since he wasn’t scolding her, it must mean she should keep going?

Though she had grown up without learning anything about intimacy, before her marriage, she had heard simple knowledge of the bed from Baroness Shane.

“If you stimulate beneath a man’s navel, that part will rise. The more care you give, the bigger it grows. Then you must receive the seed that comes out, and that’s how you become pregnant. Once it releases seed, it loses its strength.”

She hadn’t understood then, but after spending nights with Louid, she had come to realize what “that part” was and what stimulating below the navel meant.

Recalling Baroness Shane’s words, Emilia licked the veined shaft and sucked firmly on both sides of his testicles. Then she swallowed the dark-red flesh as far as her throat would allow.

“Ha…”

Louid groaned. He felt as though trapped in a hot cave, unable to move away. Each time Emilia swallowed, the glans was stimulated unbearably. His blood surged into one place, chilling his skin with goosebumps while jolts of intense pleasure swept through him, making his vision blur.

When Emilia released her lips and pressed with her hand, his face twisted. Finally, when white liquid spurted forth, all strength drained from his body.

“Haa, haa.”

Louid exhaled heavily. Emilia stared blankly at her hand, covered in sticky liquid.

‘I did it.’

More than shock, what she felt was joy that she had satisfied Louid with her own hands.

He must be satisfied, right? Since Baroness Shane had said it ended once seed was released.

With a relieved expression, she searched for a cloth to wipe her hand.

“Ah.”

But the joy lasted only a moment. A large hand flipped her body over.

“Why are you doing this?”

Lying on her back against the bed, she stammered.

“It’s not over yet.”

Louid growled through clenched teeth.

“No way… ah.”

Her eyes widened as she looked at his lower body.

The organ that had just released liquid had not shrunk at all. It was still standing hard and twitching.

‘Impossible…’

White liquid had clearly come out, so why was it still the same? Baroness Shane had told her it would lose its strength.

And there was another thing the Baroness had explained wrongly. Louid’s did not need stimulation to rise—it was already standing, straining as if about to burst.

“Hands won’t be enough.”

“Then how… mmm.”

As if to stop her words, his firm lips crushed hers. His tongue invaded, coiling around hers down to the root, licking her mucous membrane and sucking up her saliva.

Then, with a glance at his length, he said, “It seems this will only calm down inside you.”