Chapter 88. Countess Victoria's First Experience (1)
Countess Victoria's First Experience (1)
Early in the morning, Lucian left behind the mountain of paperwork from restoring his territory and hurriedly finished preparing.
Today was the day of his promise with Ella.
As he waited by the stables, a woman approached in the dazzling sunlight from afar.
"...Ah."
For a moment, Lucian held his breath.
Walking toward him wasn't Ella in her maid uniform, but the noble and beautiful Countess Victoria.
She wore a pale cream silk dress.
Her shoulders and arms were modestly covered with neat lace, giving her a demure appearance, but the chest area plunged in a bold U-shape, subtly revealing her milky-white décolletage and deep cleavage.
Her waist was tightly cinched by a corset, dramatically emphasizing her slender silhouette and the voluptuous curve of her hips that flared out below.
A delicate silver necklace glimmered around her slender neck, and small pearl earrings dangled from her earlobes.
The smooth, pale nape visible through her upswept hair exuded a fatal charm that simultaneously stirred men's protective instincts and sadistic desires.
"Are you ready, my Count?"
She gracefully held the hem of her skirt as she greeted him.
Lucian stared blankly down at her, recalling memories of the past.
'Right... Victoria was always this refined and dazzling woman.'
In truth, Ella had a small secret.
During her time as a maid, she had saved every penny of her wages to buy a dress similar to what she wore as a countess.
But when she finally visited a dress shop, the old styles seemed embarrassingly outdated.
'I want... to show the Count my most beautiful self.'
So she boldly chose the latest fashion—a more sophisticated dress that flattered her figure.
The necklace and earrings were also new adornments meant to complement her now more mature self.
The two mounted a single horse together.
Lucian sat in the saddle while Ella nestled snugly in front of him, as if cradled in his arms.
"Let's go."
"Yes... please ride fast."
The horse began to pick up speed.
The crisp morning air and the scenery of green fields rushed past them.
Ella's heart swelled with the long-missed sense of freedom and liberation.
But what thrilled her even more was Lucian's presence pressing against her from behind.
Clop, clop.
With each gallop, Ella's bottom bumped rhythmically against Lucian's groin.
Through the thin fabric of her dress, she could feel the firm muscles of his thighs and the heat of his body.
And... the thick rod pressing insistently between the cleft of her buttocks.
Even before arriving, Lucian's cock, unable to resist the bounce and friction of her pert backside, had already stiffened and risen eagerly.
"Mmm..."
Ella inwardly cheered as she felt that hard, hot pillar nudging against her.
'So the Count... is just as eager as I am.'
Pretending not to notice, she pressed her bottom back even more firmly, stoking his desire.
They arrived at a secluded clearing deep in the woods, surrounded by dense trees.
Lucian dismounted and escorted Ella down. He was about to lay out the clean mat he had brought.
"Wait!"
Ella urgently stopped his hand.
"You remember the event I prepared for today, right? You must follow my instructions."
Her gaze was almost solemn.
"Right now... we're in the woods of my family, the Elrheims. And today... we're recreating the day I gave you my virginity for the first time."
"Huh? Oh..."
Though this wasn't the event he had expected, Lucian nodded without showing it.
'I've never done roleplay before...'
"So focus. From now on, you must never call me 'Ella.' You must call me 'Victoria.' And..."
Ella stared straight into Lucian's eyes, emphasizing her words.
"You must recreate every single word and action you said and did to me that day... exactly as it happened."
"Uh...? That's..."
Lucian was taken aback.
That day had been years ago. Moreover, he had bedded countless women since then, and his memory of exactly what he had said and done when he took her was hazy.
"I... don't really remember—"
"If you don't remember, I'll help you. First, lay me down. Without the mat, right on the grass. Just like back then."
Ella cut him off firmly.
Unlike the passionate encounter he had anticipated, Lucian broke into a cold sweat at the prospect of this meticulous reenactment.
But knowing how much this moment meant to her, he decided to play along as best he could.
Lucian lifted Ella and carefully laid her down on the rough grass.
The prickle of grass against her dress and skin—even that discomfort felt like a nostalgic memory to Ella.
"Ah... my Count, my family might find us... if we do this here..."
Ella recited the lines from that day in a trembling voice.
Her eyes shimmered with unease, excitement, and longing for Lucian.
This wasn't acting. It was her true heart, returned to being the noble lady Victoria once more.
Lucian stayed silent. (He couldn't remember his lines.)
Noticing this, Ella subtly gestured toward her chest and spread her arms, signaling him to embrace her.
'Ah, right—I held her.'
Lucian climbed over Ella.
He slid his arms beneath her armpits, pulling her upper body firmly against him, while one hand cupped her delicate face.
When Lucian hesitated, unsure of his next move, Ella squeezed her eyes shut and puckered her cherry-like lips.
'Ah, a kiss!'
Finally realizing, Lucian quickly lowered his head.
Mwah.
At first, it was just a light brush of lips.
But when Ella parted her lips and caught his lower lip between hers, tugging gently, Lucian's instincts awoke.
He devoured her lips hungrily.
"Mmm...!"
Their mouths locked together seamlessly.
Lucian pushed his tongue in, tracing her teeth before plunging deep into her mouth.
When Ella's tongue shyly met his, he tangled with it, sucking gently.
Slurp, smack, sluuurp.
The wet, lewd sounds filled the quiet forest.
This wasn't just a kiss of lust.
It was a thick, lingering ritual—confirming the time they had missed each other, the social status that had kept them apart, and the names they had reclaimed.
Lucian explored every corner of Ella's mouth with his tongue, drinking in her sweet saliva, while Ella wrapped her arms around his neck, inhaling his rough breaths deep into her lungs.
"Haah... mm... sluuurp..."
Her tied-up hair spilled messily across the blue-green grass as the kiss stretched on, breathless and endless.
In her mind, the present forest overlapped with the past, and hot tears welled in her eyes.
'This man... is still my Count.'
The kiss showed no signs of ending, growing deeper and wetter as they stole each other's breath.
"Pwah..."
Their tightly entwined lips finally parted.
A silvery thread of their mixed saliva stretched between them before snapping, leaving traces on Ella's chin and Lucian's lips.
Ella gazed up at Lucian with dazed eyes.
The kiss had been too heated to be acting, yet too sweet to be real.
Blushing furiously, she turned her face away, avoiding his gaze.
"..."
When Lucian remained frozen, Ella feigned surprise, shrinking slightly as she whispered,
"Nngh... my Count... if you touch my chest like that..."
Snapping back to attention, Lucian immediately cupped Victoria's breast over her dress.
'This... I should just do it naturally, like usual—no, like back then...'
The soft fullness filling his palm made Lucian's gaze grow intense. He lifted Victoria by the waist.
"El—no, Victoria. Sit up for a moment."
Lucian turned Victoria around and began slowly unfastening the zipper and ties of her dress.
Srrrk. The sound of fabric loosening broke the forest's silence.
"Ah... my Count, what are you—"
"I want to see what's underneath. A woman as beautiful as you... I wonder how dazzling and pale your body must be. I want to see it with my own eyes."
"Ah... I'm embarrassed."
Victoria twisted away, covering her chest with her arms.
Her face wasn't acting—it was genuinely flushed red.
The excitement of reliving her "first time" after so long.
Her real reaction made Lucian's groin throb heavily. His cock strained against his pants, standing stiff and eager.
Lucian gripped Victoria's shoulders and slowly pulled down the top of her dress.
The smooth silk slid off her delicate shoulders.
Her elegantly arched neckline, deep collarbones, and strikingly pale, milky-white cleavage were unveiled under the sunlight.
Covering them was a pure white lace bra.
With trembling hands, Lucian unhooked it and slid the straps off her shoulders.
"Ah..."
With Victoria's sigh, the hidden treasure was revealed to the world.
Victoria's breasts.
They were so white and translucent they almost hurt the eyes.
Like flawless jade, her skin looked unreal against the forest's greenery.
Neither too large nor too small—perfectly between a B and C cup.
Just enough to fill his hands with a little spillover, the ideal size.