If I Disobey the Duke - Chapter 9
Early Night (2.2)
“…Duke, are you there?”
Her throat was hoarse from all the screaming last night.
And she didn’t hear an answer.
She slowly got up, her body feeling like wet cotton.
And then she remembered. At the last few moments before she fainted, he…
“I didn’t put it in.”
For how much it rubbed against her body several times, his gigantic member was clearly functioning normally.
And yet surprisingly, even without that, Lily had been able to achieve a level of bliss to the point where she lost consciousness.
The experience made her feel like the world turned upside down.
It was still shocking to her that there were so many different forms of pleasure, and that so many actions were possible with just the fingers and the mouth.
Lily was rather distracted by the vivid sensation that still lingered on her skin.
“As expected, I…”
Something was clearly wrong.
It was common knowledge that a woman who feels lust has a tainted soul.
‘I must really be a cursed woman.’
Lily struggled to stop thinking, as digging deeper made her feel an unbearable despair.
She climbed out of bed with her limp legs and walked slowly towards the window. The empty vase placed on the windowsill looked awkward.
It was early in the morning and the sky was still very dark. All night long, white snow had fallen on the castle’s courtyard.
As Lily opened the window and let in the cold breeze, she could feel how warm her body was.
Jumbled thoughts flooded through her mind again, of a different sort this time.
He never took off his clothes, nor did he kiss her. Additionally, Lily still didn’t know her husband’s face.
It was fortunate that this marital relationship was not as painful as the one she experienced with her ex-husbands, but it was unsettling.
In the first place, can this be called a marital relationship?
If he didn’t want to consummate even just for one night, then why the hell did he send a marriage proposal?
A chilly wind blew past. A thought popped out of her head all of a sudden.
“Was I perhaps just a toy…?”
It was said that some men harassed women to the point of cruelty and enjoyed their reactions. He might also be someone who sought fun in those types of things.
Ironically, Lily thought it would be better that way.
It was easier to be a toy than to be known as cursed.
But why didn’t he…
Lily had to give birth to a child of an aristocrat. It was the role that she needed to fulfill.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, channeling acceptance and resignation as skillfully as ever.
The feeling that had gradually calmed down was revived by a faint noise coming from behind.
Lily looked back, startled, but there was no one there. She stared at the door, wondering if he would be coming.
“Did I hear it wrong,” she mumbled, and Lily heard a squeak again.
Her eyes widened. The wall opposite the bed was slowly cracking open.
Lily, who had her mouth wide open, took a step back.
Since it’s a duke’s castle, it’s probably a secret passage.
But the sight that made her spine shiver was something else.
Something slowly revealed itself in the darkness of the passage.
“Is the cart moving alone?”
A blanket was loaded onto the low board cart with wheels. And, frighteningly, no one was pushing the cart.
It stood still for a moment at the entrance of the room, then slowly rolled in on its own.
The wheels were worn out, and every time the cart moved, there was a creepy screeching noise.
Lily, holding her breath, reached out and grabbed the vase from the window sill with her trembling hands, clutching it tightly.
The cart stopped in the middle of the room.
The blankets stacked above the cart began to wriggle and shake. Lily trembled, holding onto the vase as if it were her weapon.
This was a monstrous castle.
Is there really a ghost living here?
Cold sweat ran down her back. The shaking blanket could not overcome its own weight and collapsed sideways.
Lily stiffened her shoulders and lost strength in her hands. In the blink of an eye, the vase plummeted to the floor.
With a loud crash, fragments of the vase flew in all directions.
