She had never heard of such a thing or seen it in a book. Molitia's head, which is ignorant of the world, quickly shook and lowered her eyes.

When his words were rejected, his eyes glanced at Molitia's face.

In this way, she was no different from other ladies. It was the same behavior as those who were moderately nervous, ashamed, and distanced themselves. Nevertheless, it was incomprehensible for him that he did not hate her behavior.

"Ah…"

His hands touched the underpants inside her dress.

"If you're so ashamed, hold on."

At his mischievous mutter, he lifted the other leg. As her gaze rose, drawn by his hand, her face blushed.

"Or you can call my name."

His lips touched her calves when he said so. The path of hands wandering over the underpants created a calm wave of excitement.

His fingers, which had been going back and forth her underpants, unconcerned by the inconvenience of the surrounding tightening, he dug into her underwear.

She flinched, and he felt her behavior through his fingers, and felt a crack that was not wet yet, and heard her breathe in his ears.

"Don't……."

Unlike earlier, her voice was getting smaller and smaller. If she called out his name, he would have to drop his hand. She could not do the simple thing, but her white face became red.

"If you don't like it, call my name."

"…."

"You don't even know the name of the husband, do you?"

No way. His name has been ringing in Molitia's ears since they decided on the marriage date. She had never seen the Duke, but she had heard the name so many times, and that she should not be kicked out by the Duke and sully the name of the Count.

Her head turned.

"Tell me if you know."

His eyes fell on her. His longing eyes were deeper than before. The fingers now dug in a little more covertly.

"Tell me, Molitia."

He wanted her to say it, but he also didn't want her to. He didn't want to stop in the middle. He asked her because he liked the way she reacted in this trouble.

"Yes, I—"

Her face, covered by the back of her hand, became redder. Compared to the white hands, the red face seemed to be the skin of a different person.

His lips fell on her calf, sliding along the raised leg.

"You haven't forgotten my touch yet, have you? Seeing how you got wet so quickly."

He twirled his fingers sarcastically. The fingers moving on her flesh stimulated her. The angle of his finger stroking the inside of her underpants made her feel a sense of uplift.

"You don't know how difficult it was because your wet look keeps wandering in my head."

Still kissing her thigh, his eyes stayed steady on her face, as his hand pulled down her underwear.

The underwear pulled down to the hem of the white wedding dress, and to the edge of her ankles. He pressed open her thigh and made things more visible.

"Duke…"

"… you're never going to say my name, are you?"

He said so and bit the flesh on the inside of her tender thigh.

"It doesn't matter though."

His warm hand touched her thigh. The sliding sensation lightened Molitia's senses.

He leaned over her. Her legs became stiff as his fiery breath was felt in her secret place.

"Wait, what are you…?"

His lips were in the wrong place if there was nothing wrong with her senses.

When she thought his fingers were also in that place, her face fired up with shame.

Molitia's legs struggled weakly. The thin flap that stopped the contact of his lips was overpowered by his hand.

"Hyaa!"

The moment his tongue sank in her flesh, her waist stood stiff. The shock from the touch of his tongue made her lose her rationality and blurred her vision.

As if licking ice cream, his tongue licked her inside out. He dug up the swollen flesh by his hand and ravenously sucked it in as if squeezing the wet and soft flesh.

"I guess it's good to see that you still haven't called my name."

'No.' Molitia was out of breath. A feeling of bliss traveled through her body.