Chapter 477
Chapter 477
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 477
Chapter Title: Doctor Gam Deok-bae (13)
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The prince reached out and pulled her into his arms. Anna's pounding heart grew even louder. Pop, a button came undone. The cool night air wrapped around her chest. At last, the prince's hand touched her. Thick, firm fingers. A tiny moan slipped from Anna's lips.
"Haah, ungh… Sir Siegfried…"
The prince's hand kneaded her breast, then toyed with her nipple. Startled, Anna arched her back and bowed her head. The prince stripped away the rest of her clothes. The soft rustle of fabric against skin. Finally, Anna lay fully bare. Shame flushed her cheeks.
"Anna… you're beautiful."
"Aaah, Sir Siegfried…"
But the prince had no intention of stopping. He kept going, grasping her panties. Then gently, so gently… he exposed her there. Her soft flesh filled the prince's eyes. Anna offered pointless resistance.
"Ah, no… stop…"
"Anna, don't."
"No… Sir Siegfried…"
"Anna…"
"Haut… uuungh!"
A tender kiss from the prince. Anna naturally exchanged saliva with him, holding her breath. He climbed atop her prone form. This time deeper, kissing so fiercely it stole her air. Their breaths slowly became one.
"Sir Siegfried…"
"Call me Zeke."
"……Zeke."
Anna ended up completely naked. As her eyes closed, the prince's fingers stirred. First her thighs, then her lower belly, drifting ever lower, lower… The prince paused. Anna parted her legs. Lewd, wet sounds leaked out.
"Zeke, ungh… Zeke, haaa… aaah!"
"Feels good?"
"Ungh, haa… yes…"
"It feels good, Sir Ruin…"
"This spot here?"
"Ungh… there, haang! Yes, there…!"
"Uuungh! Right there!"
From then on, it was pure instinct.
Anna held nothing back… nor did Siegfried stop. The pair, locked in a kiss, pressed their bodies together. Their sexes faced one another. Twitch, twitch—Anna and Siegfried felt each other. At her nod, the prince tensed his hips. Anna's head snapped back. Pain was minimal. Pleasure overflowed. She pulled the prince close.
And with that, the prince rocked his hips.
The bed creaked through the room.
"Haa, haa… Sir Ruin, ungh… you can't do that."
"Aaah… we're not even dating, ungh… haa…"
"Hauut… if you move like that…"
-Knock knock knock
[Miss. It's time to sleep now.]
"Kyaaah?!"
[Miss?]
"Ah, it's nothing! Don't come in!"
[……I'll be back in 10 minutes.]
"Haa… haaa…"
"……"
"Uuu…"
I must be going crazy.
How many times has this happened now? Every time I read an erotic novel, these wicked fantasies bubble up. I shouldn't… but today I went and did it again. Today, I dirtied my thoughts with Sir Ruin once more. I need to stop… haa, why are my thighs slick again? Self-loathing brought a sigh. I hated this side of myself.
But hating it… doesn't mean I can quit.
Just lying in bed makes the thoughts come.
That day, Sir Ruin held me just like Sir Siegfried, caressing my body—every inch—with such affection. And it happened right here… in my bed, so the memory keeps resurfacing. Any spare moment, my body heats up, and I feel so strange.
It's all because of Sir Ruin's kiss.
Before that, I'd never fixated like this… even if aware of him, it was just childish fussing… but now it's different. He keeps invading my thoughts; my head spins. What am I to Sir Ruin… and what is he to me? Nearly a week gone, and still no answer.
Uuu… tomorrow's treatment…
Can I even get treated like this?
I'm scared I won't be able to face Sir Ruin at all.
-Knock knock knock
[Miss, 10 minutes are up.]
"Ungh… come in."
-Creak
"Oh dear, you're covered in cold sweat… Shall I open the window?"
"Ah, no. It's fine…"
"Then let me wipe it off at least."
"…Thank you, Maria."
Maria, who found marital bliss… maybe she has the answer? So frustrated, I decided to ask by pretending it was from a novel. Sorry, Maria. Can't call it my story… it was my best call.
"Hey, Maria. I've got a question."
"Yes, miss?"
"Got curious reading a novel… The protagonist doesn't know their feelings. It's frustrating, pitiful, so I'm asking… na… uh, how does the protagonist figure out their heart? Think you know, Maria?"
"Hmm… Romance novel?"
"Huh? Ah, ungh… yeah, romance."
"Simple then."
"Simple?"
"Imagine the other person vanishes suddenly. Sad? That's love."
"R-Really?"
"Happy beside them, missing them when apart—that's love. Hehe, miss… love isn't so complex or tough."
"Is that… how it is…"
Maria's words: sadness at absence means love. Imagining goodbye to Sir Ruin… my heart plummeted instantly. Chest tight, tearing… one nudge and tears would spill.
"……Thank you, Maria."
"Hehe, don't mention it."
Maybe… I do harbor feelings for Sir Ruin.
Next day, right on time, Sir Ruin arrived. His usual impassive face as he greeted me. My cheeks burned already, but he showed nothing. As expected… does Sir Ruin have no interest in me?
"Then let's begin."
"Yes, please."
But the mood shifted instantly. Today too, he climbed onto the bed and held me. His gentle, warm touch filled me with joy. Caresses brimming with affection. Is that stoic look the mask, and this his truth? Breath ragged, I leaned into Sir Ruin with my question. No more frustration.
"Sir Ruin. I… have something to ask."
"Yes, speak."
But I can't be too blunt.
Ask if he likes me? What if no? Even yes would complicate things. Both terrified me. So I used yesterday's deep question. Hides my heart, reveals his? Cruel again, but sorry, Sir Ruin. No choice.
"Once treatment ends and you can't meet me anymore… how would that feel?"
"Can't meet Lady Iris anymore?"
"Yes…"
"Well, never really thought about it…"
Aaah… yeah, to Sir Ruin, I'm just a patient?
No pause, answer flowed. Worst-case scenario hit; I fought tears. Then Sir Ruin hugged me tight, voice low, continuing. My heart quivered.
"But I'd probably feel lonely."
"……Pardon?"
"Hmm, just occurred to me."
"Really…"
"No more meetings means… treatment worked, so joy's proper. But… should be happy, yet why no smile? Feels gloomy instead. First for me—curious."
"……Sir Ruin."
Sir Ruin laid bare his heart so plainly. He barely grasps it himself… ee, this answer… does it mean… we feel the same? Interest in each other? Best possible reply. Yet tears welled. No clue why.
"Lady Iris."
"Ungh…"
Then… he eased his weight in, embracing me. I clung to his arms. Just like that novel… our breaths merged bit by bit. No sex yet, but we felt as one already. Bliss swelled; my lips trembled.
"Lady Iris."
"Ungh, Sir Ruin."
Sir Ruin must feel it too, right?
His voice, sweeter several times over, calling my name. Moved, I turned; he leaned down… me and… me and…
"Time to end treatment."
Herbs burned instead of a kiss.
"You idiot!"
"Pardon?"
"Ah, nothing!"
What was that… all my imagination! Sir Ruin kneads my breast casually. Sulky, I sighed quietly… then spread for him. Easier access to my pussy, right? Last week's memory revived; I took his hand and… wait? Did this last week?
"Haa… ungh…"
……No idea.
But… no objection, so right way?
Guided his hand to my pussy, masturbated. Soon, drenched sounds as I climaxed. Wait, no faking today? Called my name, not Anna… aaah, whatever. Emptiness mixed with warmth; I slept in Sir Ruin's arms again.
After that, memory fades.