It was a Political Marriage, But I’m Being Loved - Chapter 93 (R19)

It’s… tight? Even though it’s just my finger?

Of course, when Achilles had entered her with his fingers, it felt even tighter. Charlize wondered if it was just because she was a character in a novel that she was feeling this way.

It feels strange.  Not bad, but not especially good, either.

“Mm…”

She sighed softly as she moved her fingers, but then suddenly, a ray of light flashed through the bathroom door and formed glowing text before her eyes.

[My communication spell just activated. Is something wrong?]

“Ahhh!”

Charlize screamed before she could stop herself. The message from Achilles startled her so much that she let out an instinctive cry. Naturally, the first to react were the maids standing outside the bathroom door.

“Your Highness?!”

“Princess! Is everything all right?!”

Startled by their concerned voices, Charlize quickly called out in a flustered voice.

“N-no, it’s nothing! Really! Just… please wait outside the bedroom—”

Her face turned bright red. Still, she couldn’t leave Achilles hanging when his magical message had been triggered. She forced her voice to remain steady.

“Tell Achilles… to come here.”

At her command, the maids fell silent for a moment—probably exchanging glances, unsure of how to respond.

“…Understood, Your Highness. We won’t go far. Please call us if you need anything.”

No… I wish you would go far away!

Just thinking about what would happen once Achilles arrived made her want to send them out of the entire residence. But she couldn’t bring herself to say that aloud. Besides, once Achilles used soundproofing magic, it wouldn’t matter.

Charlize waited nervously until someone stepped outside her door.

Knock knock.

“Your Highness, may I come in?”

The door wasn’t locked—it never was, since the maids came and went. Feeling embarrassed, Charlize raised her voice.

“You may enter.”

The door opened, and Achilles stepped inside. She had expected him to look flustered or feverish with arousal, but instead, he appeared perfectly calm—just like always.

Huh?

Surprised, Charlize was just starting to feel a strange sense of betrayal when Achilles ran his palm over his face. In that instant, his cheeks flushed a deep red.

“I was concealing my expression with magic. May I ask what happened?”

Oh. So it was magic.

Charlize immediately felt embarrassed for assuming otherwise. Avoiding his gaze, she mumbled her reply.

“Well, um… I was washing myself, and…”

“…”

“And I remembered how you touched me before… and… that’s why…”

She stole a glance at his face, but before she could gauge his reaction, Achilles was already undressing. It was expected—but still, the sight of him, already fully aroused, made her breath catch.

“You wanted to be with me, didn’t you?”

His voice was calm, but the words struck like an arrow. Charlize was too flustered to deny it. Blushing furiously, she shouted,

“J-just deactivate the communication spell!”

“I refuse.”

“You’re making this worse! What if I accidentally trigger it again when I’m outside? It’ll be a disaster!”

“You mean to say… you’d touch yourself in public, Princess?”

His blunt words made her entire body flush. Face burning, she stared at him.

“I-I didn’t mean it like that…!”

“Stimulating one’s own genitals to achieve sexual pleasure is called masturbation. That’s what you were doing, Princess.”

As he said this, Achilles gently pulled her into his arms. Charlize opened her mouth in embarrassment but couldn’t form words. His hand came up to hold her chin, tilting her face toward his, and just as her lips parted to speak—

He kissed her.

“Mmph?!”

His lips met hers, and a tongue—hotter than any touch—slid into her mouth. It was as if he were searching for sweetness, stirring and pressing with gentle insistence, melting her with every motion.

It was the kiss she had been waiting for—so Charlize closed her eyes and accepted it. Achilles’s arms wrapped around her, his hands trailing down with reverent intimacy until they found the space between her thighs.

Ah… I can’t think anymore.

Through half-lidded eyes, she glanced up at him. Unlike her dazed expression, his gaze was intense—burning gold eyes locked onto her like she was the only thing in the world. His desire was unmistakable, and the sight of it thrilled her.

The fact that Achilles wanted her—deeply, openly—filled Charlize with a sense of boldness she didn’t know she had.

And then, without hesitation, his fingers slipped inside.

“Mm…”

Even after touching herself, she wasn’t prepared for the fullness. He moved without restraint, and the overwhelming sensation made her cling to him.

“You couldn’t satisfy yourself, could you?” he whispered, voice low and dangerous.

“N-no… That’s not… ah…”

“I can’t enter you like this. You’re too tight. But your body seems to be quite pleased—it’s clinging to me already.”

His voice curled like smoke around her, and with each movement of his hand, her body trembled. Charlize could barely catch her breath, her arms thrown around his chest for support.

“You’re already this wet… If this morning wasn’t enough, you only had to say so.”

“It’s not like that… I just—ah!”

With a soft murmur, he activated a spell. The walls, floor, and even ceiling shimmered, transforming into reflective surfaces. Suddenly, she could see them from every angle—his fingers inside her, her body trembling in response, everything laid bare.

“What… what is this?”

Charlize glanced around in shock, but her words were cut off as he slipped in another finger. Her body, already overheated from the spell’s activation earlier, couldn’t help but respond.

“Look,” he murmured in her ear. “You’re taking my fingers so eagerly.”

He lifted one of her legs and shifted her toward the mirrored wall, exposing her fully to her own reflection. Her eyes widened as she saw herself—how shamelessly her body accepted him, how visibly she craved it.

“Ah…!”

She watched the scene unfold in the mirror, unable to look away, overwhelmed by both the shame and the pleasure.

As the intensity rose, Achilles seated himself on the edge of the bath and pulled her onto his lap. Her legs spread instinctively, resting on his knees, leaving her completely open to the mirror—and to him.

“I-It’s too much… Achilles—”

“Yes, Princess?”

“I—I can’t… Please, make the mirrors go back…”

“I won’t. I can see how much you’re enjoying this. Why would I take that away?”

With one hand, he spread her open further, and with the other, he reached for the most sensitive part of her. It was already flushed and swollen, responding to him as if it had been waiting.

When he touched her there, her voice caught in her throat, the sensation so sharp and sweet it made her squirm.

“This is what you love most, isn’t it?”

“No—ah! N-not there—!”

He teased her gently at first, then more firmly, sending jolts of pleasure through her. She writhed in his arms, body arching, her mind slipping.

“You should have just called for me instead of… comforting yourself.”

As he continued to stimulate her, both inside and out, Charlize glanced at the mirror again. There she was—moaning softly, eyes wide, overwhelmed with pleasure.

I can’t… I don’t know anymore…

Even though it was intense, there was a part of her that never wanted him to stop. Just as she was about to reach the edge, his fingers withdrew.

“Ah—!”

He pulled out gently, dragging along sensitive skin, and Charlize shivered uncontrollably. Then he lifted her and aligned himself with her trembling entrance.

“It might hurt a little… but you’re already soaked.”

He kissed her cheek softly, as if asking for permission. She nodded in response. As much as she had enjoyed his touch, what she really wanted was to feel all of him.

I was so close… but it’s okay…

He smiled, as if reading her thoughts, and pinched her lightly. As she gasped, he began to enter her.

She looked up—and saw the full picture in the mirror. How large he was. How tightly she wrapped around him.

It’s even more intense than I imagined…

From this angle, the image was almost overwhelming. But with it came a deep, fulfilling sense of being wanted—of being his.

“Does it feel good, Princess?” he asked, voice thick with desire.

She moaned softly, barely able to respond.

He wasn’t even fully inside yet, but the way he stretched her… it was no wonder she lost herself to him every night.

Even his body is unfair. How is someone like him also a tower master?

“What could you be thinking to make such an adorable face?” Achilles murmured. “You should know… showing that expression to a man already burning for you is dangerous.”

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