Chapter 56

Bianca’s lips curled into a faint smile.

He had wanted her so badly, but now that she was giving in, he hesitated. He acted like a child who had lost his favorite toy, or like someone who suddenly had no one left to blame.

“If Young Lord Kavert’s scent is still on me, then please erase it. I don’t want any trace of that man lingering on my body either.”

“…So you’re saying it’s fine if my scent remains?”

“I’m Your Highness’s Guide, aren’t I? If I had guided you today, the young lord would’ve noticed.”

Guides couldn’t smell each other’s scent. The same went for Espers, but they could smell the scent left behind by someone else. She had learned that from the short notes Asilian had written.

Even though her discomfort with guiding hadn’t gone away, the Crown Prince was different. At first, the same discomfort washed over her, but after a while, it faded, replaced by a strange, lingering pleasure that spread through her body. That was probably influenced by their compatibility rate as well.

“If I open up to you, Your Highness… will you do the same?”

It was a statement close to a gamble. Espers often became obsessed with their Guides. The more you resisted, the tighter they held on. There was only one way for her to gain freedom.

Deceiving him and giving him what he wanted.

Bianca leaned in and kissed Dexter. His large hand closed around her breast with bruising force, as if he meant to crush it. Even through the pain, she held herself still. He sank his teeth into her neck, while his fingers teased and scraped over her sensitive peak.

“Ah…!”

Bianca leaned her head back and moaned softly. Usually, she would’ve stifled it and kept her reactions buried deep. But not this time.

It was a chance to confront her own confused feelings.

Even just his touch on her chest sent heat rushing through her body, despite being underwater. It felt like warmth surged between her clenched thighs.

With impatient hands, he undid the buckle and stepped into the bath with her.

Water sloshed over the edge of the tub with a loud splash. In the cramped space, their bodies tangled together. It felt like her body was melting away under his touch. The process of guiding him, the lingering sensation of his touch marking her everywhere, was nothing short of ecstasy.

︵‿୨ ₊‧꒰ა ୨ৎ ໒꒱ ‧₊ ୧‿︵

A rosy blush bloomed across her pale skin. Dexter’s mouth moved hungrily over Bianca’s body, unsure if her skin was slick from the water or from the sweat of exertion. As he swept aside her wet hair with his fingers, he could see her gasping, breathless with pleasure.

Just the sight of her was enough to bring him to the edge. The way her body writhed beneath his hands, unguarded and eager, was unbearably erotic.

“I know you’re aching for it, but try to hold on.”

Even in the water, he could feel how her entrance pulsed with need. She always shamelessly claimed she didn’t want it, but her body told a different story. She was probably already wet and loose enough for him to thrust in without any resistance.

Dexter glanced down at his fully erect penis. It stood so upright it looked like it might brush against his lower abdomen.

Tsk.

What good was it, standing tall like this, if he couldn’t even put it in?

Not that he cared. Whether he was grinding between her thighs or thrusting against the soft space between her pressed-together breasts, it all felt good. Now that he thought about it, he’d only ever used the space between her legs — never her chest.

A glint flashed in his eyes.

If he came while rubbing against her breasts, his semen would spill across that beautiful face. That, too, would be an unforgettable view.

“Doesn’t it look pitiful? This cock gets hard every time, even though it can’t be put in.”

“Nnngh. Ha, it’s too… hngh…”

“Still, don’t worry. I have no intention of thrusting it into that twitching lower mouth that’s begging to be filled.”

“Ah-hangh, stop, aah…”

“You finish on your own even while guiding. Your patience is really something else, and you’re still just as selfish as ever.”

“Huuhk, I…”

“You’ve come so many times, the bathwater is nearly overflowing with what you’ve let out. And yet, you’re still dripping like this.”

Dexter swallowed hard. He sucked on her lips, pushing his tongue inside, swirling and exploring her mouth without restraint. Then, he pulled her into his arms and lifted her.

“Ah!“

“Turn around. I’ll give you what you like, but don’t go gulping down the pheromones so greedily.”

“…Y-Your Highness? Ah!“

Dexter turned her around, pressing her upper body against the wall, holding her in place. As her hips tilted back on instinct, he leaned in and spread her buttocks, sliding his tongue between them.