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Chapter 26
âHaa, hmngh!â
âWifeâ¦!â
âB-Bleon!â
Bleon was looking down at me, buried in the soft sheets, a fire in his eyes as our bodies were so close that not even a single piece of paper could slip through between us.
âHaaa, Wifeâ¦â
âMmmh, mngh, ha, harderâ¦!â
And as if my request was a switch in him, Bleonâs waist began to move violently, so much more differently than it did before.
âHmmh, aanggh, harder! Hnnngg!â
âWifeâ¦!â
âDonât, donât let me think of, ahngh, anything, please! Mmmh!â
As his member frantically thrusted into me, I couldnât think of anything other than what I was feeling right now. I just wanted to be like this, to be engulfed in pleasure in his arms.
âHnngh, more! Mmhhâ¦!â
âHuek, Wife, is it goodâ¦?â
âMmngh, haanggh, good, so, good! Mmmmh!â
Then Bleon grabbed my hips, lifted it up and slammed it to his lower body. And maybe he hadnât been going all the way in until now, so I could feel that he had come deeper into my inner walls. While his manhood filled me tightly, my insides welcomed his intrusion and repeatedly convulsed and sucked his pillar.
âHagh, ahng! Aaangh!â
âHuk, Astellâ¦!â
My walls began to tremble like crazy as he pounded into me like crazy, and I felt an extreme pleasure that gradually consumed me. Even though he knew I had reached my climax, Bleonâs movements didnât slow down at all. He continued to thrust inside with an unstoppable vigor.
He continued to call my name in an exhilarating groan, and I moaned back with pleasure in tune with his movements. And as I felt desperate, as if I could never get away from him, I wrapped my arms around Bleonâs neck. However, the moment my sight, which had been blurred by passion, became clear, a face that was strangely more mature than the Bleon I knew entered my vision.
Then, I lost consciousness as I felt a terrible sensation in his arms that I couldnât bear.
âAre you awake?â
I felt a hand caressing my hair, and a low but affectionate voice filled my ears. I lay on my side with a puzzled expression and looked up at Bleon holding me. Then he touched a lock of hair that was on my forehead and tucked it behind my ear.
âWhat?â
I couldnât tell if it was just a dream or reality. But in an instant, my heart sank again and started pounding without mercy.
ââ¦Hmm.â
âIâm awake.â
As I answered, I woke up and opened my eyes in a hurry, seeing him wearing clothes. And only then did I feel the condition of my body under the blanket. Obviously, I was also wearing clothes, and no matter how much I looked around, there was no sign of a physical entanglement.
âPhew.â
It was a dream. In a dream that seemed so real, the area between my legs was wet. I couldnât help it.
âItâs such a dirty dream.â
Also with Bleon⦠I had never thought of it like that with Bleon, so I felt a bit of guilt. However⦠Seeing him in my dream was a bit strange. I glanced at Bleon suddenly.
âRight. He looked a little older than he does right now.â
Itâs not by a lot, but in my dream, he looked a year or two older than he did now.
âWhat?â
Iâve never had such a dream before, and it was so strange. As I recalled the dream, a moment of embarrassment came over me, and it was difficult to make eye contact with Bleon. So I bowed my head, decided to think more about it when I was alone later, and opened my mouth.
âWhat time is it now?â
âItâs still nighttimeâ¦â
âOh, I see.â
Wait a minute. Obviously, I was in the carriage beforeâ¦
âHave I been sleeping since we were in the carriage?â
âYes. You fell asleep and it was too hard to wake you up, so I carried you into the room and laid you on the bed.â
âThen hereâ¦â
It must be the Duchyâs mansion in Hares.
âWife sent the servants in advance, so the mansion was neatly organized.â
âReally? Thatâs a relief.â
My heart, which had been beating without end since I woke up, showed no sign of calming down. Therefore, I tried not to make eye contact with Bleon to the extent that it was unnatural for anyone to see.
âAre you still in pain? Fortunately, you donât have a feverâ¦â
After that, I slept soundly, so I wasnât in a bad condition. But as Bleon put a hand on my forehead, I overreacted to his touch. Without realizing it, I avoided his hand and moved my head back. It was because I remembered the heat that had touched all over my body in my dream.
âIâm⦠Iâm okay now.â
ââ¦Why.â
âHuh?â
ââ¦No.â
But somehow, Bleonâs voice seemed to have sunk, so I squinted a little and looked at him. And maybe it wasnât an illusion, his expression was dark and subdued.
âIs Bleon hurt, too?â
I could have just let it slip, but somehow I couldnât bear to not be concerned about every single one of his reactions. Bleon stared at me for a moment. But when our eyes met like that, the dream came back vividly, and I averted my eyes in embarrassment.
ââ¦Youâre avoiding me.â
âHuh?â
âWife⦠After waking up, you keep avoiding my eyes, refusing to touch me, and not seeing my face properlyâ¦â
Bleon was sad, and I heard a tremble in his voice.
âHuh?â
âWhat else did I do wrongâ¦?â
âNo! Itâs not like that!â
I hurriedly denied it because I was afraid he would apologize to me again.
âThen whyâ¦?â
âThatâ¦â
I looked at him with a puzzled expression. How can I say that I did this and that with you in a dream, but just looking at you reminds me of that feeling and heat. Why did that dream feel so real? I had never done anything like that with him, but it felt like I really did it with him.
Andâ¦
Why was Bleonâs appearance more mature there than it was now? Anyway, if my dream was based on Astellâs memories, then Bleonâs appearance should have been similar to how he looked now. Because her memories ended when I took possession of her body.
However, in the dream, Bleonâs face was a little different from the way he is now. If so, was the dream created by my imagination?
If notâ¦
âWifeâ¦?â
I snapped out of my thoughts at the sound of him calling me, barely focusing on Bleonâs eyes. But I could feel that his gaze was full of anxiety, perhaps because of my attitude and reaction.
âSo thatâs, uhâ¦â
It really wasnât like me. I always used to talk to Bleon without hesitation, but today, I couldnât immediately think of an excuse.
âWhat should I say?â
What could I say to Bleon without him getting hurt? My behavior now must have been strange to anyone whoâd see me, so the person who was always watching me would have noticed it more alertly. And listening to Bleon, he thought I was rejecting him.
Of course, it wasnât a day or two that I refused him when he came onto me, but anyway, I didnât want him to be hurt by these little things now. Therefore, a good excuse was needed to overcome this situation. I searched for something to say quietly, finally figured it out, and opened my mouth.
âSorry. It was because I had a strange dream.â
âA strange dream?â
âMm. It was a dream.â
I replied with an apologetic smile.
âYou said that you had a strange dream last time, so whatâs wrong with Wifeâs dreams latelyâ¦â
Fortunately, Bleonâs eyes suddenly changed to worry as if he was deceived by my words.
âSo thatâs why.â
âCan I ask what your dream was?â
âHuh? No. Bleon would feel bad if he heard it.â
I shuddered on purpose, as if I had a really terrible and horrific dream.
âI want to hear⦠Did anyone hurt my wife?â
Although it was a dream, I did not want to imagine it, so Bleonâs expression was terribly distorted.
âHurt me⦠More than thatâ¦â
It was so strange to me that I was constantly making connections with things I had dreamed of, so I hurriedly came to my senses.
âYes. It was kind of like that. Letâs stop talking about dreams now. I donât want to think about it anymore. And my husband should only see and hear good things.â
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