Chapter 77: Uriel Wayne Daina Alfred
Today, too, Uriel was dreaming.
This time, it was a lucid dream.
But even in the lucid dream... she couldn't control her body within it.
The perspective was first-person, yet it felt like watching from a third-person viewpoint.
Her body and thoughts moved independently.
And the form of the dream... was a blatantly lascivious wet dream.
Ferzen stood before her.
He gripped her arms firmly overhead, burying his face in her nape, retracing the marks etched on her real body—red blotches and bite marks—without respite.
Each time, her dream-self shuddered violently from head to toe, endlessly leaking lewd, transparent fluids from below.
Soon, Ferzen swept a hand over it and whispered something.
Because it was a dream... she couldn't hear it.
Then he flung her onto the bed, seized her breasts roughly, and began suckling them greedily.
It was utterly unlike him.
But this was the dream world.
...Did her unconscious mind, beyond awareness, crave for Ferzen to lust after her so fiercely, to hunger for her body to the point of such depravity?
Bite marks and vivid handprints marred her ample breasts.
Immediately after, Ferzen grabbed her hair and pulled her face toward his rigidly erect member.
Gazing at it, her body—moving on its own—hesitated before planting kiss after kiss on its grotesque size.
It was a humiliating sight.
Yet Uriel knew her dream-self was panting lewdly.
Soon, the monstrous thing forced its way into her mouth, ravaging her throat like one would handle an object.
Tears streamed down her face amid retching gags.
Still, her dream-self looked up at Ferzen's desire-clouded face with a satisfied, lascivious smile.
Even though no sounds reached her... why were the sensations so vivid?
She felt his cock, crammed full in her mouth as she desperately clung to it, throbbing fiercely and swelling.
The impending ejaculation poured thick semen into her mouth relentlessly, as if voiding his bladder.
Her dream-self coughed it up entirely onto the bed.
At that, her dream-Ferzen rebuked her like a scolded child, pinching her nipples and yanking them cruelly in playful torment.
He then shoved her face into the spilled semen by her hair.
...*Lick*.
Her dream-self lapping it up was... so vulgar she could scarcely bear to watch.
'Ah...'
Soon, Ferzen seized her hips and spread them wide.
The sensations were so clear she could tell her anus and folds twitched like dancers vying for his lingering gaze.
Releasing her hands freely, her dream-Ferzen whispered low into her ear.
Still inaudible.
But judging by her dream-self spreading her folds wide and lewdly shaking her ass... it was probably something like begging him to put it in.
'Your pride...'
Scolding her dream-self, Uriel felt her whole body heat up as his hot, hard cock thrust brutally into her depths.
No, even in a dream with heightened senses, sensations were inevitably diluted.
But as his body pinned hers down, mating like beasts—as if desperate to flood her womb with seed—Uriel felt profound mental satisfaction in that primal motion.
Like a thirst that water could never quench.
Violent, frenzied.
His undignified form, lost in her... shaking his hips wildly.
Uriel... simply loved it.
* * * * *
"Ah... haang!"
Awakening from the dream, Uriel felt a faint climax ripple through her, her body twitching sporadically on the bed.
Her panties were soaked.
She'd have to change them.
Even so, lingering in the afterglow, she whimpered softly, breathing ragged and aroused breaths.
Then Uriel roused herself with effort.
*Rustle*...
Lifting her skirt hem and sliding off her panties, they were drenched like after a downpour.
"I'm insane..."
Reprimanding herself, she hurriedly changed her undergarments and tidied her disheveled hair before the mirror.
Outside was a bit chaotic.
What had happened?
'My body...'
Felt fully recovered.
No more need for the physician's care.
When he came by soon, she'd tell him not to visit anymore.
'He said he'd drop by occasionally...'
Such vague timeframes were unreliable.
Just empty courtesy, like "let's grab a meal sometime."
'I don't need it.'
Otherwise, it might seem like she was waiting.
Waiting? She'd never waited.
Shaking her head, Uriel approached the bed and perched on its edge.
If she married Ferzen, how could she face Lizzy... that girl?
She knew what the Claudia family had endured, what resolve Lizzy had for marrying her sister.
"..."
Dwelling on negative thoughts about Ferzen for so long.
Suddenly, his cock from the dream flashed in her mind... and she bowed her head.
She cautiously gauged its size against her own folds.
'Because it was a dream...'
In reality, it would be impossible to take.
"Ah..."
Realizing what she was doing, Uriel yanked her hand away and slapped her cheeks repeatedly.
*Knock knock*.
'He's... early today.'
It was 6:50 now.
The physician usually came around 8.
Uriel rose somewhat languidly and opened the door.
"Uh..."
But the visitor... wasn't the physician.
"Professor."
Gerard Ren Millane Aslan.
He stood there in the drizzling rain, umbrella in hand.
She should invite him in... but Uriel couldn't.
"...Your office was empty. I used some information networks."
"Oh, uh..."
"This house is under Professor Ferzen's name. And I heard witnesses saw you leave the academy in his carriage."
"..."
"You told me you had no man in mind. No need to rush. Didn't you say that to me?"
Gerard's words were measured, but laced with subtle anger.
"What are those marks on your neck?"
"Ah..."
Uriel hurriedly covered her neck with her hand.
"Already rolling in the sheets with him? I heard he's married... so you're his mistress now? Nasty tastes from the looks of those marks."
"Gerard."
"More vulgar than I thought. He is."
"..."
"And no ventilation... you're more lascivious than I imagined."
"Stop."
"Even if it's a political marriage, I knew I was beneath you, so I approached gentlemanly, with restraint. Did you enjoy toying with me? Either way, wasn't it right to end it cleanly?"
"It hurts...!"
Gerard gripped Uriel's wrist roughly.
"I know the Alfreds have long harbored an inferiority complex toward the Bruteins. Is that why? Don't delude yourself. He's from Ruerg. In the North... the Aslan family doesn't fall short. At least in the North, we are the Bruteins."
"..."
"You becoming my wife is inevitable. No matter how many times you roll with him, I won't care... so if you want it buried quietly, come with me. Live in my mansion."
"Don't delude yourself... I haven't slept with anyone yet."
"You expect me to believe that?"
Gerard scoffed.
"Can you prove it?"
"What?"
"Can you prove you're still a virgin?"
"Don't cross the line..."
"You crossed it first!"
Startled by his raised voice, Uriel flinched.
"Look at those trembling blue eyes."
Averting her gaze, Uriel spoke.
"First off, you're misunderstanding a lot... I'm not his mistress. And as I said, I haven't slept with him."
"Then why are you staying here? Didn't you say you didn't want to hurt your pride, so you'd stay in your office?"
"..."
"Contradictory person. Yet you expect my trust? Isn't that utterly selfish?"
Gradually, barely, cooling his overheated excitement, Gerard continued.
"...Let's go."
His grip on her wrist tightened.
As Uriel stumbled forward, dragged along—
*Step*.
A man's footsteps halted.
Simple black suit and white shirt.
Black necktie adorned with a beautiful brooch.
Even his shoes and umbrella unified in black.
He blocked Gerard's path, glanced at Uriel, and spoke.
"No uninvited guests in this house except the physician."
"..."
"Out with the intruder."
Folding his umbrella neatly, Ferzen approached Uriel's side.
He tried to pry away Gerard's hand from her wrist, but—
"She's the woman who'll be my wife."
Gerard refused to yield, as if challenging a contest of strength.
"...Anyone would think a married woman is staying in my home. Gerard Ren Millane Aslan. Remove the thorns from your words."
"More... brazen than he looks."
"Who knows. I can't tell who's the arrogant one."
"Ah..."
Uriel, hand covering the marks on her neck.
Ferzen brushed it aside, gently caressing her nape and collarbone, tenderly pointing out each mark he'd left that night.
"They've faded quite a bit."
"D-don't..."
What was he doing now?
Uriel shook her head, but Ferzen deliberately lifted her chin, boldly displaying the marks to Gerard.
"I'll... report this to Elder Coleone."
Finally, unable to bear it, Gerard spoke.
Ferzen looked down at him with an incredulous sneer, as if that was all he had.
"Do as you please."
Probably, if he went...
'Your Aslan count family will have to prepare the biggest bet possible.'
And when the auction—mere empty pomp—opened.
'I'll attend bare-handed and claim the bid.'
No mountain of gold would sway Coleone, that old monster—he'd demand even one more drop of her blood.