Chapter 62
Chapter 62
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 62
Chapter Title: Bet with the Duke
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-Swish.
"...!!!!"
Iris leaped to her feet, drawing her sword as if to swing it at me, only to halt the blade right before it touched my neck.
The cold edge of the sword pressed against my skin, just inches from my throat...
"No matter how much I think about it, I just can't believe that killing you would kill Philia too."
"......"
"Logically speaking, why would anyone add such an absurd penalty to a duel—where if they die, their opponent dies too? It's pointless."
Iris gave a faint smile as she spoke to me.
"It's like something squeezed out of that hopelessly pathetic brain of yours in a desperate bid to survive..."
Was it too sloppy...?
"You've survived a whole day already, so it wasn't half bad."
With that, Iris moved to slice my throat.
"But is what I'm saying really a lie, Duchess Venezia?"
Iris's sword hesitated.
"The penalty where if I die, Philia dies too—it doesn't make sense, sure. But do you really think I came here all alone with no precautions?"
"Just flailing around in a pathetic attempt to stay alive..."
"Philia obeys my every command."
I locked eyes with Iris as I said it.
"If that's the true penalty of the duel... what kind of order do you think I left her with before coming here?"
"That's a lie too..."
"If you think it's a lie, then just go ahead and cut me down, right?"
I grabbed the blade hovering by my neck and pulled it toward my throat as if daring her to sever it.
"!!!!!!"
Iris's eyes widened in shock as she gripped the sword tightly, preventing it from slicing into me.
Her face was filled with utter astonishment at my actions. Keep pushing like this.
"Why stop me? You wanted to kill me, didn't you? You said my words were lies."
"......"
"Some lowly commoner spouting nonsense—why should the great Duchess hold back?"
Iris masked her flustered expression, reverting to her emotionless mask as she stared at me.
"What command did you give Philia...?"
"Does that matter? You said my words were lies..."
"Tell me right now, or I'll make you suffer every pain imaginable without killing you."
Iris spoke calmly, her face unchanging, as if dead serious.
Without killing me... This woman might actually keep me alive forever just to torture me.
Time to ease off the pressure...
"Without killing me, huh? If you want to try, go right ahead."
"Bluffing to the bitter end..."
"Duchess Venezia!!"
I shouted, making Iris flinch slightly.
"If you inflict serious harm on me—or if I die—I've ordered Philia to kill herself immediately."
Iris struggled to maintain her composure upon hearing that, but cracks formed in her stoic facade. Her brow furrowed, and her face paled.
"Why not test that 'without killing me' bit yourself?"
"......"
"Does even this sound like a lie to you?"
"......"
Iris slowly withdrew the sword from my neck, then sheathed it deliberately.
"What is it you want?"
As she slid the blade home, Iris finally asked.
Is she finally open to negotiating?
"What I want?"
"I asked what you desire in exchange for lifting the duel penalty on Philia."
Her piercing gaze bore into me.
What I want...
"A noble title, money—whatever you desire, it's yours."
Her eyes signaled that this should be enough to satisfy me.
But I'm not settling for that...
"No, I want something else."
In-hyeok gave a slight smile as he spoke.
"Something else? What do you want?"
Iris pondered what other desires a commoner could possibly have beyond money or titles.
Whatever it is, it'll be the usual. Give it to him, lift the penalty on Philia the moment it's done, and kill him.
But what In-hyeok truly desired was something Iris could never have imagined.
"Duchess Venezia... I want you."
What is this commoner saying...?
Iris stared at In-hyeok with the most bewildered expression she'd ever worn.
Our eyes met, and he smiled faintly again.
"What do you..."
Want me? Does this commoner crave my position as Duchess?
As Iris reeled in confusion, In-hyeok drove the point home.
"Exactly what I said. I want you, Duchess Venezia."
His eyes burned with what seemed like genuine desire.
Does he want to ravage my body?
"A commoner... daring to covet me?"
"Is there a law saying commoners can't covet?"
In-hyeok shrugged with an infuriating smirk.
Watching him, Iris's mind descended into chaos.
Should I just kill him? Everything he's said could be lies, like he admitted yesterday. But if it's true, Philia... Why does he want me, of all things? As she agonized, In-hyeok pressed on.
"Unless Duchess Venezia becomes mine, I have no intention of lifting the duel penalty on Philia."
"......"
"If that's not to your liking, there's nothing more to discuss. I'll be on my way."
In-hyeok turned toward the door, prompting Iris to grab him.
"...We're not done talking."
"You went silent, so I assumed you'd refused."
Iris stared at him wordlessly.
This man definitely wants my body. Why else would he say something so bizarre?
The thought of submitting to a filthy commoner disgusted her, but if she played along, saved Philia, and killed him afterward, it would be fine.
Just like before... bide her time.
"If it's my body you crave, then do as you please."
Perfect... Iris had given her permission directly.
Things were going smoother than expected, and In-hyeok cheered inwardly.
"However."
However...?
Iris rummaged through her desk and pulled out a sheet of paper.
That's...
It was the paper infused with divine power that Philia had used for the duel—the one that set the penalty.
"Let's write it down precisely on this. We can't rely on a verbal agreement, can we?"
"That paper is only for duel penalties..."
"It was made to enforce penalties on duel opponents, but it's incredibly useful as a contract too."
Iris fetched a pen and began scribbling on the paper.
"To prevent any tricks, we need to make it airtight."
She flashed a slight smile.
I didn't see that coming...
Iris was proving more thorough than anticipated. Or was this normal? Layla had been too naive for a queen; this was standard.
Still, it changed nothing. Her acceptance was victory enough.
"Here, write your conditions."
The paper she handed over stated that upon fulfilling the conditions, In-hyeok would lift Philia's duel penalty.
All I had to do was list the conditions.
But conditions...
"Isn't it boring to just list conditions?"
"What do you mean...?"
Iris eyed me suspiciously.
Writing something like "sex with Iris" would end it after once...
I couldn't let this opportunity slip away so easily.
"Since it's made for duels, how about a bet?"
"A bet...?"
"Yes. If during ten rounds of sex with me, you climax a hundred times... you lose."
"You think I'd agree to that? Even mingling with you once..."
"I don't think you're in a position to say that, Duchess."
I cut her off.
"This is another condition favorable to me. If even this is too much, I'll go."
Iris pondered deeply at my words.
As I moved to leave the paper on the desk, she spoke.
"Fine. I accept."
Iris's face twisted in clear disgust and loathing.
I glanced at her, then began writing my demands on the paper with swift strokes.
Erasing the original text, the new terms read: If Iris climaxes 100 times during 10 sessions of sex with me, she loses.
In defeat, she becomes my slave. To prevent hiding orgasms, she must announce when she climaxes. She must accept all 10 sessions without refusal.
If Iris wins, I lift the penalty on Philia.
Iris read it meticulously, sighed, nicked her finger, and dripped blood onto the paper.
An absurd contract, but no refusal possible... She thought it favored her.
No way she'd climax 100 times from sex with a lowly commoner.
Having experienced it only with her husband, whom she killed, she probably saw sex as mere procreation—thrusting a cock into a pussy.
Her overconfidence would crumble soon enough.
In-hyeok sliced his finger and dripped blood too. The paper burst into flames and vanished.
"Hngh...!"
The instant it disappeared, In-hyeok pressed his lips to Iris's.
She tried to push him away, but her strength mysteriously ebbed every time.
Why won't my body respond...?
No way...
Because of that clause? The one about accepting his 10 sessions without refusal? How?
Iris had only known sex as a mechanical act for making children—inserting and thrusting. She hadn't grasped that the clause bound her from refusing anything In-hyeok did to initiate sex.
She tried to evade his invading tongue.
-Churp♥ Slurrp♥ Chu♥ Chup♥
Ignoring her, In-hyeok explored every corner of her mouth with his tongue.
Revulsion filled her, but unable to resist, she squeezed her eyes shut and endured his tongue ravaging her mouth.
After a long, deep kiss, In-hyeok pulled away.
"Puha... How was my kiss, Duchess?"
Iris grimaced, wiped her mouth, spat out his saliva onto the floor, and spat back.
"Disgusting. Utterly repulsive."
She might find it filthy now, but soon she'd accept it naturally, Iris.
"...Ngh...!"
In-hyeok grasped one of her plump breasts in his hand.
Iris grabbed his arm, but any attempt to pull it away sapped her strength.
Watching her, In-hyeok grinned lecherously.
He shoved her onto the bed, then slowly began rubbing her pussy with his hand.
"...Stop groping and just get on with it...!"
Despite her irritated protest, In-hyeok ignored it lightly.
Her initially dry folds gradually grew wet under his persistent caresses.
-Squish♥ Squish♥ Squish♥
"Hngh...... Ah....... Hnngh...!"
Unable to resist, her legs twitched as if this were her first time feeling such sensations.
Seeing the once-terrifying Iris whimpering filled In-hyeok with immense conquest.
Vowing to make her his slave, he began slowly stripping off her clothes.