The Barschuen Scandal

Ertia’s face quickly flushed red.

Caught between the rising heat and her breathtakingly handsome husband, she writhed in the Archduke’s embrace without resistance.

Bang. The Archduke roughly shut the door.

Aside from the light streaming through the half-open curtains, the room grew dim again.

Holding Ertia, the Archduke strode confidently towards the bed.

She was thrown onto the bed. Though the movement was rough, the soft bed absorbed the impact smoothly.

Ertia, breathing heavily, looked up at the Archduke.

“It’s always been a chemise, but this is different.”

He growled, climbing on top of Ertia and removing her dress.

As he said, it wasn’t even a chemise, yet he removed the dress with ease as if it were something simple.

Her body, still faintly marked from days before, was exposed.

The creamy white skin shivered in the cold air.

“Are you finally coming back?”

Ertia blushed in shame as she lifted her head but willingly wrapped her arms around the Archduke’s neck.

However, the archduke shook his head.

“I see…”

For a moment, Ertia almost wore a distressed expression, forgetting the heat that had just been simmering inside her, but she soon shook it off.

For now, she was just glad to be with him.

The archduke didn’t seem to notice the fleeting change in her eyes.

“Ha, Ertia.”

In a way, it was fortunate; before her mood could sink, his large hand moved faster than usual down her thigh, proving his earlier restraint.

“Unng.”

As the Archduke’s fingers slid into her, spreading her legs gently, a dull heat began to rise from below.

Ertia’s lingering thoughts started to blur.

The silvery bush was parted by his large hand, fanning a strange heat.

“Unngg…”

Ertia reflexively moaned, clutching the Archduke’s arm. Her spread thighs trembled.

As her upper body tilted towards the Archduke, the distance between them narrowed significantly.

Catching a sweet scent between them, Ertia struggled to open her eyes amid the soft pleasure.

It was a woman’s perfume.

Ertia’s round blue eyes wavered. Her mind quickly recalled the earlier scene.

Lady Melmubor, with her long hazel hair, had been escorted out of the carriage by the archduke.

The lingering scent on the clothes indicated they had traveled together for a long time.

Was she being overly sensitive? She tried not to care, but gloomy thoughts kept nudging her.

Ertia didn’t want to ruin the mood, but her lips betrayed her will.

“Why did Lady Melmubor come with you?”

The Archduke paused, his hand that had been caressing her damp skin momentarily stopping. Soon, he frowned as if in deep thought.

“My mother called her. It’s… nothing you need to worry about. She’ll leave soon anyway.”

“…..”

There was no explanation.

The Archduke’s dismissive words unknowingly scratched at Ertia’s heart.

She pouted her lips secretly. Couldn’t he just explain a bit more?

Or… couldn’t he?

Shaking her head at the unsettling thought, Ertia responded.

“Why?”

“…Nothing, nothing at all.”

But already lost in his own heat, the Archduke, as always, didn’t notice her feelings.

He just laughed softly as if she was acting strangely, then gently rubbed her plump bre@st from her white neck to her clavicle with his firm hand.

“Ung, Ah!”

Her body, already accustomed to him, responded honestly.

His hands, once thought to be always gentle, suddenly gripped her white, thick flesh unexpectedly.

“Ah!”

Her round bre@sts jiggled and changed shape in his grasp. The dull stimulation started to intensify.

Not holding back, the Archduke took her other bre@st into his mouth. Simultaneously, his fingers intruded into the now wet area below.

“Ah… Ha…!”

Ertia could only let out a shaky sound as the Archduke stimulated her upper body with one hand and mouth while continually arousing her lower body with the other.

His tongue, which had been swirling in her mouth earlier, ran freely over her soft skin, flicking and teasing.

Her pink n!pples turned red under the continuous stimulation. His tongue, leaving hot saliva as a mark, kept exploring and teasing her breasts.

“Oh, ahhh.”

Even then, his fingers, parting the pubic hair and delving into the tightly closed flesh, did not stop.

What was once one finger became two, and as more secretions flowed in the moist space, the fingers increased to three.

His hook-like fingers scratched the now slick inner walls.

Heat filled her lower belly to the point of pain.

The overwhelming sensation naturally made her hips wriggle.

“Ha…”

As if in response, the Archduke’s mouth, which had been sucking on her bre@st, moved away. Silver saliva hung between his lips and her skin.

“Why are you so tight?”

The Archduke whispered lewdly into her ear, chuckling lowly.

“Mmmm, Ha… Ung…”

Simultaneously, the Archduke’s fingers, buried in her lower body, scraped the inner walls and withdrew. The clear sound of liquid was heard.

The sticky labia clung to his fingers, not wanting to let go until the end, then closed up.

The intense physical sensations chased away the lingering thoughts in her mind one by one.

The Archduke, eyeing the trembling Ertia whose legs were spread wide in heat, took off his already wrinkled shirt.

The sweet and thick scent tickled her nose again.

Half consumed by pleasure, her mind once again thought of Lady Melmubor and the Archduke by her side.

In the midst of pure pleasure, a slight crease of emotion emerged.

“Ha… Archduke…”

Breathing heavily, Ertia met the Archduke’s fierce gaze, like a beast devouring her body.

“You are beautiful, Ertia.”

Growling her name, his eyes darkened with intensity. His wild gaze was a stimulus to Ertia as well.

Throughout their marriage, there hadn’t been a night when he wasn’t aroused by her body.

Even if it wasn’t love, she always thought it was because he had some feelings for her.

At the same time, she recalled that they were a couple brought together by the royal family and the church.

That always brought her satisfaction. When feeling down, Ertia would remember that and smile.

Having her beloved look at her as if to devour her brought a thrilling pleasure.

But when she smelled that sweet and bitter perfume…

Bang- Ertia’s thoughts, which seemed endless, were cut off.

Hearing the sound, she wearily lowered her gaze.

The Archduke, having already removed his pants, was caressing his fierce presence.

His dark red erect!on was already fully erect and dripping.

“Ha, Ertia.”

“Ah…”

It took only a moment for him to pounce on her again and pin her to the bed.

The sunlight, not fully covered by the curtains, spilled onto the bed, making her white hair glow faintly.

“Ah, umm…”

The Archduke quickly captured her trembling lips.

Like a beast that had lost its mind, his tongue fiercely probed and sucked her lips, as if to pull out her roots.

“Ahh, ung…”

She felt his firm shaft brush against her moist entrance.

When his fully engorged manhood finally began to penetrate her, Ertia couldn’t help but cry from the overwhelming pleasure and tightness.

“Ha, so tight, Ertia.”

The Archduke’s thick and firm erect!on slowly began thrusting inside her.

As he moved his hips, he relentlessly explored her lips with his own, moving up to nibble her earlobe.

“Ummm…”

The overwhelming stimuli made Ertia moan continuously.

His fingers, still wet with her secretions, moved up to her bre@sts, playing with her n!pples like an instrument.

Spinning and pinching her red, sensitive n!pples, he sent shivers from her lower belly to her spine.

“Ah, ahh…!”

Ertia wrapped her arms around his neck and instinctively squeezed her thighs.

“Ung…”

The overwhelming pleasure made her arch her back.

The archduke’s face twisted in ecstasy. Grabbing her slender waist, he momentarily paused.

At that moment, a sense of foreboding brushed her as she furrowed her brows, and then, he struck her with a faster and harder rhythm.

“Ah, ha… ha…”

The fiery shaft relentlessly thrust into her, hitting the spots that sent her mind reeling with pleasure.

Her loud, high-pitched moans filled the room erotically. Their joined bodies grew unbearably hot.

The lewd sound of wetness filled her pleasure-hazed ears.

The previously trickling secretions now flowed profusely from their union.

“Ah……!!!”

At that moment, when he hit the spot that sent her over the edge, Ertia felt her vision flash white.

Her plump red lips trembled, dripping with saliva.

An overwhelming itch and the peak of heat bleached everything white. The climax swept over her like a wave.

Her lifted thighs convulsed, and her twisted waist stiffened with tension.

“Ha, Ertia…”

The Archduke, on top of her, let out a hot breath mixed with a lukewarm heat. Hot white fluid filled her below.

His firm shaft slowly withdrew from her, making an obscene sound.

She could feel the mixture of their fluids dripping out.

“Ha, ha…”

Ertia struggled to catch her breath. She never got used to the sensations after the climax.

She couldn’t move a single finger. Ertia looked at the Archduke, who was panting just as heavily as she was.

TL’s Note: When will we jump to the plot? Not that I really mind. >.<