Duke, Please Stop Because it Hurts

A day had passed, which subsequently became two. And in the following days that went by, the bouquet which he brought, however had eventually become a rather difficult task for the servants to manage. Raven had acted as if he would be buying all of the flowers of the empire itself.

In the end, he would have absolutely dried up all of those flower seeds of the empire, if Molitia hadn’t stepped up and said, ‘gifts are only meant to be occasional’. Other than that, some fairly small changes had also occurred for Molitia.

Was it that impressive in regards to what had happened at the previous salon party of Marchioness Nibeia? There were already several invitations that had been addressed to her.

According to the original plan, Molitia should quickly take the second step, which was to sort out a good list of invitations. Nevertheless, she couldn’t move freely due to the Duke’s decision that had placed her in the bedroom.

“Sigh.”

Molitia murmured under her breath. She felt like a languorous scream would burst whenever she were to move ever so slightly.

Recently, Raven acted like they would have to sleep together for every single day.

Of course, it wasn’t like that previously, but he had tried so hard to refrain himself after she had been gravely ill. Yet of late, he had already reverted back to when he was like before she had gotten sick.

However, that wasn’t the only thing that he had pushed for. He was meticulously watching over the order that had stated; ‘Madame’s stamina needs to rest once every three days’, which she, herself wasn’t even aware of when he had asked her.

But the main problem was, immediately following the day after the break, he was more likely to make passionate love to her.

When Molitia looked back on last night, she could still feel a sharp pain in her lower stomach.

How immensely he had been sliding in and out of her was still tingling in her mind.

Molitia’s face soon heated up when she recalled the time he had made her face downwards before driving her wild—like a dog in heat.

When she was struggling with his successive pleasures, Raven’s firm arms had given her a tight hug. As he filled up her insides, she began to clench upon his member, which made him lick her neck until she felt the pleasure once again.

Her fingertips gradually turned white as she clutched upon the bed sheet before his hand took a hold of hers. Then, he traced her flesh with his hand while still entwining their fingers together.

He finally released her only when her vision had eventually grown dimmer by the second. Meanwhile, he started to dress her up with a rather glowing face. For the first time ever, Molitia was actually fortunate to be quite fragile at such times.

“Echoo.”

Her cough echoed in the silence of the room. Pillen and Lili got startled and immediately rushed to her side just like a bullet.

“What’s the matter, Madame? Are you feeling sick or something?”

“Shall I call a doctor for you?”

“No, you don’t have to do that.”

Raven was quite anxious as he was unable to monitor her condition continuously, which made him arrange for her doctor to reside within the Duke’s household itself. It was rather an absurd advantage if one compared with the other doctors who usually needed to sacrifice their own set of money.

Thanks to this kind of disposition, her maids had begun to be more active in calling for the doctor.

It was plain clear that this issue of calling in the doctor would eventually reach Raven’s ears. Therefore, Molitia immediately shook her head.

“Rather… I’d just like a bath to warm myself up.”

“It will be ready in just a minute.”

The bathroom was promptly prepared under her command. Then, the heated water that was drawn had gradually warmed the bathtub.

After Molitia had thoroughly enjoyed the bath, the maids then rushed to help her finish.

They groomed her long hair neatly and applied the lotion rather briskly before it cooled down sometime. The hands of her maids were busily moving back and forth from her body.

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