Reincarnated Lord’s Unwanted S*xual Technique

Chapter 217

――Ah, why am I such a detestable woman? I already understand how Desmond-sama feels about me. It's so sweet like he's soaking me in sugar every day...

Charlotte briskly walked down the corridor, a shadow of distress cast upon her face. The slanting sunlight from the window made her wavy platinum blonde hair shimmer enchantingly. Her post-bath skin was moist and glowing, exuding more allure than usual. Her ample chest swinging and her childbearing hips swaying, even in her actions was childish, sensuality radiated from her body like steam.

And so, she arrived there.

――Uuuuu...

Feeling a wave of guilt, she opened the door. Charlotte knew that her beloved was chasing after her, She could feel his impatience through "heart communication". It made her happy, but at the same time, she wondered why she felt that way....

Actually, she didn't leave with the intention he thought she did. She knew he really cared for her, putting her first like it was as obvious as days. Even if other women had the marks, she was undoubtedly Desmond's rightful wife.

It was engraved in her mind and body every day, more deeply than any mark.

However, sometimes, her heart couldn't help but become unsettled. Especially on days like today, when something she had kept exclusively for herself seemed to be exposed to other women. Moreover, this time it was a double blow to her with Liz got pregnant. And, to make matters worse, Liz was the one who revealed the secret.

She is, according to him, a capable parliamentary official who took on Aldora's political affairs.

A woman who singlehandedly supported him and Aldora.

Compared to her, how lamented the days when she couldn't conceive and continued to neglect him. Yet, she knew he thought of her first, even while having feelings for Liz. Despite knowing this, she...

Maybe it was remembering those days when admiration and hope were slowly fading away. Or perhaps it was the feeling from her childhood, getting the education of a noblewoman but also being showered with love. And, no matter what requests she made, he would accept them without hesitation. Was that why she found comfort in relying on him?

――I need to be more composed as the main wife...

She unconsciously furrowed her brows.

She left that room, feeling emotionally hurt and vulnerable.

But she knew he'd come after her.

It wasn't the reason she left, but the thought of him chasing her brought her immense joy. And a sense of superiority.

I'm such a detestable woman...

The moment she thought that she was embraced from behind, and her heart tingled like a dog wagging its tail.

Press against from behind, she was surrounded by his warmth after a bath. Their temperatures mixed, and he whispered in her ear.

"Charlotte, I'm sorry. Even if my true feelings come across, there are things I shouldn't say, right? He didn't even say it. "Please, can you forgive me...?"

The voice of her beloved, worried about her, a cocktail of supremacy and guilt sent shivers down her spine.

"I'll do anything," he said. Normally, she would have replied with, "Anything!?" But now.

"Then, a kiss."

"Ah."

Relief filled her voice and expression, accompanied by lingering feelings. *Chuu* she felt the warmth and tenderness of her beloved on her lips. Held tight, their lips stuck together, tongues mingling and swapping saliva like usual.

When their lips parted, she undoubtedly wore a thoroughly melted expression.

"Good, Charlotte is cooperating."

"..... I'm sorry."

"No, it's my fault." he said. However, the simmering guilt bubbling up wouldn't let her meet his eyes directly. Silence fell.

Charlotte could sense his remorse. But the real issue was her inability to fully trust him —— no, she did trust him. She believed in him, yet her heart couldn't help but be unsettled.

――Truly, I...

She wanted to apologize to him, no, she was apologizing. And he was accepting it. In their connected hearts, she could keenly feel it, like the surging tide. But this only fueled her guilt even more.

If that's true, if showing this childish and ugly heart of hers could make this guilt go away, would he still be okay with her, with this cowardly heart that found comfort in his acceptance...?

The bond strength had already reached the "bone" stage. If she opened that door now, surely, without a doubt, they would merge. Charlotte gently opened the door...

*twitch*!

Because, as soon as she cracked the door open, he forcefully wedged his leg in, pried it open with his fingers, and then...

"Hwaaahhh!"

Charlotte involuntarily cried out. She knew he would enter, but to do it so forcefully, all at once...

"Charlotte."

"Hauuu, hawawawaa..."

A voice befitting a twenty-nine-year-old escaped her. Despite that, he said.

"Cute." "Love." "I love you."

"Au, au."

She always hears those words. She knows he says them sincerely every time. Yet, even so, these overwhelming feelings fill and overflow within her heart...

Before she realized it, she was pushed onto the bed. The room Charlotte was retreated into was none other than Desmond's bedroom. If one wants to call it shameless, then go ahead, because——she knew it better than anyone.

"Mmmuuh..." —— her lips sealed. His tongue twisted inside, licking every nook and cranny of her mouth. Charlotte swallowed his saliva like she was drowning.

Her arms reached around his back. Though he hadn't penetrated yet, she shamelessly wrapped her legs around his hips and lifted her pelvis up. *Click* the sound of him undoing his belt echoed. Then."

Aaahhh❤❤"

He thrust all the way in. Just like when he intruded into the depths of her heart. And she accepted him, squeezing him tight... Even though he hadn't ejaculated yet, the sensation of being filled was already overflowing, spreading to every part of her mind and body.

"Fuu~aaahhh❤ Enveloping me, my body is completely enveloped by Dejumon~shama~"

"It's Charlotte's fault. But it's also my fault for not making everything of yours mine in the first place, so you don't have to worry about it like this."

Shivering, both physically and mentally, she trembled, shaking her, engraving himself into her.

"T-this is. Stop, stop it, please. I'm going to bweak~"

"Break, Charlotte. I'll break you and rebuild you."

He forcefully pierced deeper.

"Haaahhh❤"

Breaking, being broken, remade so she wouldn't worry about things like this. From every single cell to the depths of her being, he poured himself in, engraved himself, embraced her, and held her.

"Fu~aaahhh❤ Nu, Uuuuuu❤❤" —— Her lips covered, filled with him in both her upper and lower mouth.

Crushed as if she were wearing clothes, her body was rewritten, sequentially, turned into his possession. This should be something usual, something normal, yet...

"Charlotte, Charlotte."

"Fumuuuuu, uuuuu, Dejumondshamaa..."

His feelings dyed her entirely.

No matter how many women he embraced, even now that Liz was pregnant.....

"Ngh, nnnnn❤❤❤"

Deep within, he exploded. Hot, boiling emotions, planting his seed in her womb.

"I can't... I can't resist, noo~ ❤ Even to the baby...This....how much I'm loved by Desmond-sama, how I am embraced and crushed, how I get utterly broken... sho good... ❤"

Her large emerald eyes melted, and Charlotte, enjoying the pleasure of his thrusts while he was cumming inside, was lost in ecstasy.

*spluuut* *spluuurt*

The pulsations continue unabated.

Whether they both realized that the marks on her lower abdomen were more bright and lewd than anyone else's, remains to be seen.

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