Chapter 99
Chapter 99
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 99
Chapter Title: The Snow Duke's Way of Love? (1)
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Due to the influence of her unique magic path, Estelle—who always emitted a chill—normally wore the Roshiar uniform with almost no skin exposure.
Because her body wasn't affected by heat or cold.
Also because it was a fine way to display her family pride and her position to the soldiers.
Just watching her wear a fur-lined coat in this weather made me feel suffocated standing next to her.
Even so, I never dreamed she'd suddenly flaunt such a provocative display.
"Good expression. Do you need a hand?"
"No thanks."
What wind must have blown for this emotionless woman.
Estelle's thought process was an unknown realm to me.
But one thing was certain.
If Adella truly delayed awakening her unique magic path, I might genuinely succumb to this oblivious, emotionless Estelle's temptations.
That was the thought.
"Let's start right away."
After sending her subordinate away, Estelle froze the lake once more.
Today's training for Adella combined all three previous methods into a new format.
She had to escape the lake smack in the middle of the maze, with floor tiles that might sink unpredictably.
Ice spikes burst from gaps in the walls without warning to threaten her.
Watching Adella through the reflector Estelle had floated in the sky, I was genuinely surprised.
The training had clearly borne fruit—she was navigating the maze adeptly.
A serious demeanor devoid of any levity, single-mindedly focused on rescuing me from her sister's vicious magic beast.
She even led the ice duck legion I'd prepared earlier to swiftly detect traps and paths.
"She really grew up, huh?"
"Of course. I applied the exact method I used to master my own unique magic path."
"So even you fell into the lake back then?"
"No one can be perfect all the time. More importantly, Louis."
Estelle leaned toward me from the seat right beside mine.
The sight of her two massive swells squishing against my arm was as vivid as viewing video on a brand-new smartphone for the first time.
My dynamic vision must have sharpened unconsciously, like in combat.
Is this the Archduke's power?
"Even this works on you. So straightforward."
"Straightforward my ass. More like you're getting clingy."
"I'm simply giving my all to tempt you. Isn't that our agreement?"
"Agreement... yeah, sure."
Worst!
Adella dashed on, dodging surging ice spikes with animalistic instincts.
Our promise toward the shared goal was progressing smoothly.
Then I needed to uphold my end.
First, we softly pressed our lips together.
"Hahmm... chuup."
Estelle had clearly prepared thoroughly to seduce me.
She pressed her body against mine with devouring ferocity, forcing me to brace my hands behind me to avoid toppling.
"Hup, you... seem to enjoy feeding saliva to women. Do you derive conquest from it?"
"You're the one gulping it down."
"Then swallow this time. A unique magic path alters your constitution. It'll be purer than water from melted eternal snow."
With one hand, she swept her hair behind her ear and gathered saliva on her tongue's tip, offering it.
Simultaneously, her ample breasts crushed against my collarbone and neck.
Her other hand cradled the small of my back, just as I'd done.
Like a bird in full courtship display (????), sweet, pristine saliva poured endlessly.
Adapting like this.
The Archduke's prowess was terrifying.
"Heh, delightful."
"Did you just smile? You smiled."
"I merely mimicked the fitting emotion. It's an expression I once did naturally. Doesn't it suit? If you'd rather play the fool crushed beneath my breasts until Adella emerges, I could craft whatever look you desire."
Soft smiles or angry scowls were possible too, she meant.
Of course, mere surface imitations—her core remained utterly devoid.
"No need."
Such counterfeit feelings held zero appeal for me.
I straightened, seating her atop my lap, our eyes locked.
"......"
"......"
Her exquisite features unmoving, not a single brow twitching.
Yet a faint flush undeniably colored her cheeks.
"The expression I crave is one you've never worn—one you can't imitate."
"What do you mean?"
"This."
With that, I laid my hand upon Estelle's breast.
Should I permit it?
That was my first thought as he sought to claim my flesh.
Estelle checked Adella's progress.
She'd cleared about half the maze but was now hopelessly stalled by a triple layer of precarious tiles.
She'd need more time like this.
Our pact to seduce one another remained in effect.
"Ngh, typical man, can't resist these lumps of flesh. That enjoyable?"
"What now? Push further? Lacking confidence, we can stick to kissing."
Provocation?
Absurd.
Estelle's decisions were invariably pragmatic, grounded in pure logic.
Whatever else, Louis's face upon seeing her in this sheer attire had been a spectacle.
His refusal to release her roughly gripped breast was, in its way, proof he'd fallen into her trap.
Thus awaken Adella's unique magic path, instill in this man the sting of defeat beneath a woman's skirts, then return north.
Estelle's scheme unfolded flawlessly.
"I'm no lover of yours. Permission denied."
"...Fine. Mouths only, then."
She recalled the searing pleasure of their prior kiss, the blaze it ignited in her body.
No desire to yield to Louis again and unravel.
A latent truth, buried deep in her psyche, unnoticed even by herself.
But—
"Ngh!? Louis, wait...!"
"Why? Kissing's allowed."
The brief control she'd reclaimed slipped away as Louis now kissed not her lips, but elsewhere.
Hitherto veiled by fabric: her alabaster collarbone, nape, cleavage.
Each blooming crimson mark made Estelle reflexively writhe.
"Hnn...!"
The silk, doubly thin as her norm, rustled against Louis's form.
As she recoiled, the hand at her waist descended, cupping her rear.
"Cowardly, ngh, circling around just because I forbade your hands on my breasts, hnnk! Pathetic...!"
"You simply don't know kisses like this exist. Hate it? I'll do your mouth too—tongue out."
"A-alright, then... ngh!?"
Suddenly, Estelle realized she'd nearly obeyed, parting her tongue at his command.
She jerked her head back desperately, but his smirk had already curled naturally.
Her nape seized, their tongues entwined—
"Hmmmph...! Haa, haa...!"
Sweet ecstasy, brain-scrambling, seized her anew.
Toes curled unwittingly; her voluptuous front absorbed his heat fully.
Saliva dribbling from slack lips onto gossamer cloth made Estelle's frame—unfazed by northern gales—shudder sporadically.
Rational cognition, propping the Snow Duke in emotion's stead.
Yet her body, purely instinctual, pulled opposite.
Caught in their deadlock, Estelle floundered.
"Mmph, fwaah...!"
Her body burned.
Her mind fogged.
Eyes sharp as ever, but cheeks' blush betrayed her.
Gazing at her reflection in his obsidian gaze, the Snow Duke's icy heart roiled in turmoil.
"Well? Coming around?"
Her breast tips smarted against her neckline.
Her core pulsed; between thighs, a subtle dampness.
Dozens of minutes' liplock evoked a woman's innate response.
"Or... once more?"
Gulp.
His words triggered her swallow.
No chance now to mind her sister.
Instinctively, Estelle's head dipped—
"She's coming."
Adella's voice shattered the moment, merciless.
"Al-already finished? Good work."
Louis promptly disentangled from half-clutched Estelle.
His warmth's absence left a void.
"...Late again."
Estelle rose mechanically, straightening her attire.
But Adella's eyes on the sister who'd pinned Louis moments prior held no warmth.
Devoid of her usual giggles, she toyed with her ring finger's band.
Then strode past Estelle, whispering into Louis's ear.
"...Teacher. I... built up."
"Already? Well... it worked. Hm, then today..."
Incomprehensible exchange between them.
As I cocked my head, Adella—as if for Estelle's ears—perched beside Louis, gazing up.
"Teacher, remember what you said at the canteen yesterday."
"Yesterday?"
"Where I'm better than sis. But pondering it, here's one."
Like Estelle earlier—no, bolder—she mashed her breasts against his arm.
"I'm way younger."
"Huh?"
"By six whole years. I'm fresh society debutante; sis long past prime. I win here, right?"
Crack.
Her words unleashed a colossal reverberation across the lake.
Estelle's mind blanked; frozen rigid as statuary, she stared at her fox-grinning sibling.
Merely mid-twenties, yet for noble debutantes, disastrously tardy.
Estelle's Archduke stature and Roshiar headship alone rendered timing irrelevant.
"Teacher prefers me too, yeah?"
"Uh, well..."
"That hotel from before. Finally crack open those glow condoms..."
"Nah, pass."
The pair chattered intimacies unknown to her, poised to depart.
Estelle gulped down Louis's lingering, viscous essence coating her tongue.
Then summoned him in toneless, sullen timbre.
"Louis."
"Yeah?"
"Important business?"
"Ah, uh..."
Oddly, he hemmed unnaturally, scratching his scalp.
First glimpse of boundaries drawn.
"Sorry. Adella and I have an errand..."
"What kind?"
"Eh, nothing! Sensitive stuff."
"......"
What secret did he conceal?
That ought to matter most.
Yet what irked Estelle deepest was this man—who'd ravaged her body—now turning away.
Irked? My nonexistent heart?
The realization plunged her into deeper disarray.
"Teacher, hurry."
"Eh? Oh... Estelle, tomorrow?"
"Sis. Tomorrow."
"......"
That night, Adella returned post-dawn.
Estelle, sleepless, stared into the dark.