Chapter 103
Chapter 103
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 103
Chapter Title: The Snow Duke's Way of Love? (5)
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Estelle's impassive face resembled that of a student utterly uninterested in studying, yet whenever our bodies intertwined, she displayed an astonishingly quick aptitude.
For lewd matters. For how to excite me.
It wasn't like the prostitutes in the back alleys flaunting their naked bodies or spewing vulgar words.
Instead, her actions were neat, composed, and simple, almost like a noble lady encountering tea ceremony for the first time.
All guided by her somewhat burdensome scrutiny, staring intently into my eyes.
For example—
"Does looking up at you from the floor excite you?"
"……."
"Or does the fact that you're ordering me to perform sexual service make this hideous thing swell even more?"
Probably both, and there's one more thing.
Estelle's cold hand grasping and slowly stroking my cock.
Rough and calloused from wielding a spear, yet that very texture stirred a forbidden thrill.
She teasingly traced the reddened glans, veins, and tendons below one by one, pausing whenever I twitched and trembled, staring fixedly at my cock.
"It's ugly in appearance and emits this strange scent that reacts to my body. Last time, you forcibly awakened my erogenous zones. This time, I won't lose."
"Hey, wait. Not too hard……."
"I know. I'm not as inconsiderate as you, Louis."
With those words, she let her saliva— which she prided herself on being pristine— drip steadily onto it.
Her thick saliva, like love gel, poured out in a generous amount, sliding slickly along my cock and hand.
The slippery sensation rubbed against my sensitive skin, heightening the pleasure.
Obscene squelching sounds echoed through the room.
"Does it feel good? This protruding ridge seems to be your weak spot. Hmm, judging by the shape, when inserted inside, it precisely stimulates the area you scraped with your finger last time."
She said this while meticulously, yet stickily—as if smudging her fingerprints—stroking the underside of the glans.
Like a leopard biting down after pinpointing a vulnerability, intent on grinding it away to dull the sensation.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
Transparent strings formed from her saliva stretched between her fingers, and her white hand showed no sign of stopping as it worked my cock.
As I swallowed hard and slyly caressed Estelle's ear, sliding my hand to the nape of her neck, she abruptly pulled away her pleasurable stroking hand and warned in a chilling tone.
"I won't allow it."
"……I haven't said anything yet."
"You wanted me to bow my head before you and take it in my mouth, didn't you? How base."
So what she's doing now isn't base?
Regretfully shifting my hand to her breasts that jiggled with each arm rub, she seemed to permit that.
"What about titfucking?"
"My breasts aren't for serving you."
Not easy.
As I let out a small groan, Estelle's blue eyes flicked upward.
Seeing that made my heart race, as if she truly had emotions.
Her saliva growing thicker and her strokes now perfectly gauged, I neared my limit.
The moment I was about to cum, her hand—several times colder—clamped down hard on my cock.
"Ugh……!"
"No."
"Why?"
"You must release inside."
"Because the Roshiar family is hard to impregnate?"
"Yes. The same applies when embracing Adella."
"But if you actually got pregnant, it'd be a disaster."
If Estelle left the front lines, the entire north would fall into chaos—it was obvious.
Yet the rigid woman shook her head and rejected it outright.
"There are no exceptions to the family policy."
Is that actually a family precept?
Well, if it's wisdom for survival, I can't say I don't understand…….
"Hm?"
Then I noticed a small wet spot where Estelle had been sitting, as she rose slowly, legs numb.
She followed my gaze and witnessed the subtle physiological reaction from her own body.
"You stopped because you wanted me to cum inside?"
"……This is just melting ice."
They say Roshiar ice doesn't melt.
She apparently had no leisure for that.
Whether due to her unique pride or a desire to finally best me this time, Estelle made many demands.
No, more precisely, she forbade many things.
No anal, no making only her cum like last time.
It almost seemed like petulant whining, but given her vast sexual experience and stamina, I planned to indulge her a bit today.
"Eut, haa……!"
Finally straddling me on the sofa and taking my cock inside, a small moan escaped, eliciting slightly different reactions from us both.
"Not as cold as I thought."
"Louis, what do you take women for?"
"No, your hands, your ears—your body temperature's low, so I wondered."
"Haa, eut! What a foolish notion."
"Then what's your impression?"
She always answered such questions honestly.
Closing her eyes slightly, she moved her hips awkwardly back and forth, speaking haltingly.
"Yes, as expected……. Your cock is too big, hut! And shaped to jab all my sensitive spots…… Hng, my insides keep clenching on their own."
That pure side naturally fueled my arousal.
Nodding, I gave her the kiss she... presumably liked, and her impassive face softened only around the eyes.
"A splendid cock…… Ahk, it will surely sire, hng, many children."
"That's a compliment? Thanks."
Squelch, squelch, squelch!
Quick learner that Estelle was, she kept her hips moving relentlessly.
The creaking sofa shook as her long hair clung damply to her sweat-slicked breasts.
The grip starting from her battle-hardened thighs and elastic ass was incredible.
I came inside first, after her recent handjob, and Estelle hugged me tightly.
"Hut, hng……! Ahk……. So this is how you milk it. Got it."
Thick white semen overflowed between her legs.
After catching her breath, she regained her impassive expression, a faint blush lingering.
"How's that? Roshiar's prowess."
"Scary……."
"Now we're even. Last time's defeat isn't even worth revenge."
"Really?"
All my previous losses don't count, huh.
Her arrogance prompted me to buck my hips, swirling the cum-soaked cervix entrance, and Estelle hurriedly moved hers too.
"Eut, hng, haa, d-dirty trick again so suddenly……! Hah……!"
Hot weather, cold breath and cool skin up close.
Beautiful voice panting in my ear, lower body's pleasure squeezing endlessly.
Sex with Estelle was immensely satisfying.
"If it's that hard to hold back……! Hng, cum again. That front part, hng! Don't stimulate it more, just……!"
She worked her hips vigorously, spewing lewd words, but as she neared climax from my pleasure, she addressed me while I suckled her breast.
"Louis, eut, I have something to say."
"What?"
"About my emotions, my humanity."
I pressed leisurely inside her, as if to say go on, and she bit her lip lightly before continuing.
"Until now, and as you're feeling now, I'm not some rigid wooden block of a woman."
"Right. Feels great."
"Not in that sense…… Ahk! Those are all remnants from the past—before this cold heart of mana etched them in."
She'd said something similar before.
But this time, there was more.
"Do you know why I, who should only weigh practicalities, hold competitive spirit and pride toward you alone?"
"No."
"Because the emotion I felt when you shattered my heart—that's precisely it."
Even amid the second surging urge to cum, Estelle's final words rang clearly in my ears.
In other words, Estelle—having ripped out her beating heart and filled the void with mana-forged ice—had briefly returned to her original self because of me.
"You mean……."
"Whatever method you, hng! used to break my heart, it clearly worked."
As I slowly moved my hand toward her heart area, she bucked her hips and grabbed my hand to her breast instead.
"No…… Eut! I won't permit it."
"……."
"It's dangerous. Last time, I barely survived. Gambling with my life now contradicts Roshiar's interests."
I knew that too.
Back then, I didn't care if she died.
I wanted to reawaken her emotions and imprint love for me, but it was far too risky for her life.
"But Louis. I promise you."
"Promise?"
"Yes. Someday, when we find a way to recover even after the heart is destroyed, I will learn this love you show me. So……."
Estelle shook her hips harder with ragged breaths, placing her hand on my chest, over my heart.
At the same time, hot emotion boiled deep in my gut.
"Ugh……!"
"Hng, for now……! Cherish even my share."
Hoo—
Haa, haa, haa.
Wrapped in afterglow, we gazed only into each other's eyes.
"I'll leave it with you, and come retrieve it later."
In the hot summer, cold night.
The academy's silhouette under the deep blue dawn stars exuded a solemn grandeur, as if the buildings themselves breathed heavily in silence.
Estelle, tidying the sleeping Louis's hair, realized her hand continued the motion unconsciously.
"You don't want to leave."
Her body appealed in place of her deadened emotions' mind.
To stay by his side forever.
"But I cannot."
Estelle closed her eyes fully and rose from the sofa.
Any more hesitation, and she might truly lose control of her body.
Dressing her pristine nude piece by piece, she held the thick coat for last.
Louis huddled without a blanket in the oddly spacious, empty room.
Suddenly, she felt it was hot.
Heading to the main gate, a carriage emblazoned with the royal crest appeared before her.
She halted.
"Oh! Long time no see, Countess Roshiar."
"Estelle suffices. Princess Erzebet."
"Then…… Lady Estelle."
A rare extreme colorful bird from the Raviere Mountains soared lightly overhead.
Estelle lightly bowed to the princess descending the carriage.
"I thought you'd left already. I heard Roshiar's knight departed Pharenchia last night."
"There were circumstances. I'll head straight back to the North Sea soon."
"I see……. Well, good."
The princess, boasting golden hair like melted gold, hid her fatigue with a bright smile.
For some reason, the Snow Duke's gait seemed subtly unnatural, but her rigid expression showed nothing amiss.
"I meant to pay my respects during break, but I've been too busy."
"It's fine."
"Did things with the Luhillen family resolve well?"
"Yes. No need for concern. Roshiar's spear always points north."
Erzebet nodded repeatedly, humming affirmatively.
Normally, Estelle would have passed after light chatter.
But seeing the academy-attending princess deep in thought, she turned before departing.
Her serene voice rang in the dawn air.
"May I know why you've been busy during break?"
"Ah, that?"
The extreme colorful bird shook its head with a small sigh.
"A saintess is coming."
"Saintess?"
"Yes. The Holy Kingdom of Monarch sent an official diplomatic letter."
Erzebet added with a bitter expression.
"She'll transfer in starting the second semester and attend the academy."