I Wasn't Trying to Seduce with the Male Lead - Episode 95

I needed to push him away. But my tongue was frozen, and no words came out. Lian’s firm chest, pressed against mine, was moving slowly, yet also quickly. This contradictory movement was due to his slow breathing, which tried to calm his boiling emotions, and the rapid pounding of his heart, which did the opposite. Despite his desperate attempts to breathe deeply, his heart rate showed no sign of slowing down.

Lian lowered his head toward Eleanor. At the same time, his stopped fingers began to move again. “Ah.” A low voice reached Eleanor’s ear as she gasped for air. “Just being with you is enough to make me lose it, and you’re stimulating me with your foot…” The hand that was caressing her waist slid down, touching the garter belt he had just held. “You show me something like this and expect me to hold back…” Lian didn’t finish his sentence, but his tone was full of a reproachful “Isn’t this too much?” She had no words to say, as she had been the one to push him down and press that area with her foot. “I was wrong.” She honestly admitted her mistake, apologized, and blinked her eyes. She hoped this would soften him, but it seemed to have the opposite effect. “Ha, I’m really going crazy.” Lian buried his head in Eleanor’s shoulder, panting and muttering. His uncharacteristic words revealed just how much he was struggling. “Eleanor.” He hesitated several times, then kissed her cheek and whispered. “I… I don’t want to leave.” His sweet voice made her heart drop and ache. Her resolve wavered, but thinking back to her conversation with the Duchess, she knew she had to send Lian away. “You have to go back.” She forced her gaze away from his and said so. But Lian shook his head as if he disliked the idea. “I won’t do anything more… just a little more, let’s stay like this.” He needed to be pushed away, but his lowered violet eyes, filled with regret, were impossibly beautiful. With his gaze, he softened Eleanor’s heart and brought his face even closer. “Anyway… I can’t leave like this.” Rian pressed his body against hers as if to confirm. His body felt like it was about to burst, a fact that was fully transmitted through their close contact. She had no choice but to agree that he couldn’t leave until he calmed down. When Eleanor showed a willingness to wait, Lian’s expression brightened. ‘But if we stay like this, won’t it just get worse?’ Lian had no intention of getting off of her. She wanted to say something, but when she looked at him, she strangely couldn’t speak. ‘Come to think of it, from the first day I met him, I was enchanted by his gaze and just went along with everything.’ She had never wanted to do this with a man. Just meeting his eyes was too much visual stimulation. Perhaps because she was lost in lewd thoughts, his handsome face looked sensual. Lian’s red lips were sparkling and moist from the aftermath of their intense kiss. Between them, the swollen thing that had just blanked her mind was subtly visible. They had been together for quite a while now, but she still hadn’t gotten used to Lian’s gaze. ‘At this rate, I’ll lose control too.’ The memory of the pleasure Lian had given her remained in her body. Before the atmosphere became even more dangerous, she had to regain her composure. “I won’t tell you to go, but first… Let’s get up and think.” Lian looked extremely regretful, but he got off her. The two of them sat side by side on a long couch. Even in the silence, her heart was pounding, and she was acutely aware of him sitting next to her. Eleanor asked Lian, who was staring blankly ahead. “What are you thinking about?” “The Imperial… Code of Chivalry.” So, patriotism is the best way to suppress lecherous thoughts. However, that powerful method seemed to be having no effect at the moment. Lian exhaled a long breath and rested his head on Eleanor’s shoulder. A soft scent came from his golden hair. “It doesn’t seem like it’s going to calm down at all…” “…Then wouldn’t it be better to go back?” “I don’t want to go.” “But the Count just said it wasn’t working…” Lian wrapped his arm around Eleanor’s shoulder and spoke in a small voice. “Can’t we just stay together until morning?” “What?” “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to…” The desperation in Lian’s eyes was something she hadn’t seen even when he had to have his tongue cut out with a knife. Is the desire of a twenty-year-old man in love this powerful? Eleanor, who was usually merciless even if someone pleaded, was troubled because she didn’t mind staying with him either. “What if the Duchess sees us…” In the end, she couldn’t bring herself to be firm. “She’s probably asleep by now.” “The lights are on, so she might come again…” “If anyone comes, I’ll get us out without being seen.” That would be possible for the Count, she knew. She should have done that before. It was her fault for not letting him. “So, just stay with me a little longer.” Lian looked at the wavering Eleanor with a pleading expression. “Please? I’ll be good.” He acts all innocent like a puppy after doing all those lewd things. But this was extremely effective on Eleanor, who was strong with the strong and weak with the weak. “As long as we don’t get caught…” No sooner had the words left her mouth than Lian lifted Eleanor into his arms. And before she could change her mind, he headed for the bedroom connected to the study. When Eleanor came out after changing her clothes, Lian was sitting on the bed, waiting with an anxious expression. “Come here.” He pulled Eleanor’s waist and laid her down on the bed. He pushed away the layers of pillows and let her rest her head on his arm, then caressed her cheek. The soft moonlight shone on his handsome face. His usually expressionless face was filled with a pleasant smile. He lingered on Eleanor for a moment and then, seemingly more aroused, held her tightly in his arms again. “Sleep well.” Lian gave her a light kiss on the forehead. She thought that was the end, but soon his lips came closer again. He kissed her face meticulously and then, seemingly more aroused again, began to explore her lips. Even though a significant amount of time had passed, she could feel that Lian’s excitement had not subsided at all. “If you keep this up, I’ll tie you up again.” Lian flinched at Eleanor’s words. But he didn’t stop kissing her. “Do you dislike it when I do this?” His lips, like a feather, touched her face softly, sending a tingly sensation through her. Her heart was pounding to the point of death. A hot fire was burning inside Eleanor’s body, between her crossed legs. “Not until it’s all over.” Rian sighed heavily at her evasive answer. “Sigh.” His hands, which wanted to move up and down, just caressed her waist endlessly, and Lian muttered in a low voice. “I just want to smash everything and get it over with.” It sounded like he said something extremely dangerous. He was a man who could actually do that, so she couldn’t just brush it off. “Count?” Eleanor asked again, but there was no answer. Did she hear him wrong? “If I had known how hard it was to prepare myself to accept you, I would have just carried you away and run off.” Eleanor chuckled at Lian’s words. It really did feel like that would have been the easier thing to do. “Let’s sleep now. Tomorrow is an important day.” With that, Eleanor closed her eyes first. It was late, and she was the type of person who would fall asleep as soon as she lay down, but sleep wouldn’t come. Tomorrow was the third trial. Even with such an important event ahead, nothing was as mind-shaking as the man lying next to her. ‘I slept so well back then.’ At La Floyd, she had slept without any caution. Was it because he wasn’t tied up? The warmth of their touching bodies, the feel of his firm chest, all made her incredibly conscious of him. She couldn’t sleep, but her heart was at ease. As she enjoyed the fluttering feeling, something soft touched her lips. Lian savored her, just slightly, without pulling away. Eleanor knew all of Lian’s actions—how he would touch a dangerous spot, sigh as if in regret, and then press his lips against hers again—but she never opened her eyes. His caresses continued until she fell into a light sleep around sunrise.

The late-night hours in the Line of Abrot were also busy. Though, to be precise, only one person was. Minaz sat cross-legged in an armchair with a wine glass in her hand and spoke to Claude. “Are you going to read all of that today before you sleep?” Claude, who was sitting behind a thick stack of documents, nodded. “You’ve been reading every day, and there’s still more to grasp?” “Tomorrow is the last day, so I’m going to double-check everything.” He was so diligent. When Minaz chuckled, Claude raised an eyebrow. “What are you laughing at?” “Nothing. Just thinking you haven’t changed at all since you were a child.” When Claude was attending the academy in the capital, Minaz had just succeeded her family’s title. Claude was the only son of the Duke of Roen, and his father was too old and frail to care for his son who was studying far away. Because of the deep friendship between the two families, Minaz would occasionally visit and check on him. “You haven’t changed at all either.” “Ah, you mean my beauty is the same?” “…I mean your carefree attitude of drinking wine and teasing people while they’re working.” And the fact that he still didn’t kick her out was also the same. As Claude was about to turn his attention back to the documents, there was a knock on the door. “Duke Abrodt. Count Zeppelin has come to visit.” “Zeppelin? Why?” “He says he has an important letter.” The two of them instantly grew serious. If it was a letter that Zeppelin had to deliver in person, there could only be one sender. ‘The Emperor.’ What could the Emperor want on the eve of this important trial? “I have a bad feeling about this.” “I agree. Are they coming because they’re in a disadvantageous position?” The Princess’s side had failed to corner them with their misstep in the second trial. The public opinion was still split due to the dignity of the Imperial family, but tomorrow was their turn to attack. Unlike the Princess’s side, who relied on fabricated evidence, they had sufficient grounds and witnesses, so they wouldn’t make a misstep. ‘There’s no reason to humor them…’ They must be trying some kind of trick again. Minaz thought so, but she still got up. “Are you going to see him?” “Yes. We need to figure out their intentions.” Claude seemed reluctant, but he got up and followed her. In front of the massive gates of the Line of Abrot, torches were lit as brightly as midday. Minaz met Zeppelin on the bridge over the moat. “I thought all letters to us were blocked.” “His Majesty the Emperor has granted permission.” Minaz’s eyebrows twitched at Zeppelin’s words. “Forgive me, but whether or not to review mail coming to the Line of Abrot has nothing to do with His Majesty’s permission.” Minaz said this as she slowly walked toward the gate. And she held out her hand to Zeppelin. Zeppelin politely handed the letter to her and bowed his head. “After you have reviewed it, I have something important to say…” He couldn’t finish his sentence. Minaz had begun to tear the letter she received, both vertically and horizontally. “That is for me, the master of this place, to decide.” She said, scattering the shredded Imperial letter. “If you have something to say, say it directly here, Count Zeppelin.” The pieces of paper scattered around the pale-faced Zeppelin.

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