AWWEWNR Chapter 47

Lloyd stared at Lionel sternly, struggling to contain his irritation.

 

“Come on, why don’t you invite me along when you meet your friend, I’m sure it won’t do any good to tell Duke Ethan to let me see her privately.”

 

“Meet her for what?”

 

“To get acquainted.”

 

“I mean, why?”

 

“Um— Because she’s my brother’s lover? For now?”

 

“…I don’t know what the Empress has ordered you to do, but I want you to maintain the lines as you’ve always done.”

 

“…”

 

“Because if you go beyond what I can tolerate, you’ll destroy what little bond there is between you and me.” 

 

‘Even that bond is already fading, now that I know you shot an arrow at me.’ thought Lloyd.

 

There was only one reason I wouldn’t say what Lionel had done. 

 

With no other evidence, it might spark a firestorm that would blow up in Hanaella’s eyes, so he kept his mouth shut, even though he knew it.

 

‘So you can’t touch her. You’d better not make me angry here anymore, Lionel.’

 

“…If you treated me half as well as you treat Leige, we’d be a lot closer.” 

 

A low mockery escaped Lloyd’s lips at Lionel’s words.

 

‘You want to get close to me with a bow pointed at me? Funny.’

 

Walking closer to Lionel, Lloyd leaned in close and whispered in his ear.

 

“How can we be close when you and your mother are so desperate to destroy me?”

 

Lloyd’s face hardened instantly at his words. 

 

Without taking his eyes off the papers, Lloyd walked past him to his desk, sat down, and picked up some papers.

 

“I have no intention of letting you see Hanaella. So go back.”

 

“…”

 

Lionel stood for a moment, glaring at Lloyd, then quickly bowed his head and turned on his heel to leave. 

 

With a short sigh, Lloyd put down the papers he was carrying and called out to Tran.

 

“You called for me, Your Highness.”

 

“Tran, I need you to attach someone to Hanaella, so that a report can be sent to me as soon as Lionel approaches her.”

 

“Yes, I will arrange it.”

 

Tran knows that even if he doesn’t let her see him, Lionel will do whatever it takes to get to her. 

 

But he also knows that if they declare their relationship official, he won’t be able to publicly pursue Hanaella, even if they do meet.

 

Even though he knew the Empress was trying to get him to meet Hanaella, Lloyd couldn’t help but feel resentful. 

 

That his half-brother, the man who would take his place, was interested in something he didn’t have yet, something he wanted to have. 

 

At a time when he’s not sure how to get what he wants if he could ever have it, for that matter, Lionel’s provocations set Lloyd on edge.

 

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As she pulled away from Shia to rest her jaw, which had been moving until it ached, Shia instinctively followed Hanaella’s lips with its own. 

 

Hanaella, who giggled at the cuteness of the behavior, brought her lips up and placed a quick stamp on Shia’s saliva-slicked lips.

 

“Now you need to wash up, or we’ll catch a cold.”

 

The idea had been to practice oral sex in the bath, but she’d quickly abandoned that idea, realizing that after seeing and touching a man’s genitalia, she couldn’t take it in her mouth just yet. 

 

That could wait, but I still had one more mountain to climb.

 

After swirling the water in the cooling tub once, Hanaella turned to Shia.

 

“Lord Shia, have you ever washed yourself?” 

 

Hanaella, who had never washed herself, was prepared to call for help if Shia answered that he couldn’t either. 

 

But the words that came out of Shia’s mouth were completely unexpected.

 

“Do you mind if I bathe you?”

 

“…Okay.”

 

Hanaella nodded, and Shia rose to his feet and left the bath. 

 

It was the first time she’d ever seen a man’s naked body up close and proper, and Hanaella couldn’t take her eyes off his toned, muscular body.

 

Shia deftly lathered himself with the bath cloth, feeling Hanaella’s eyes on him as he did so. 

 

Then he moved over to Hanaella, who had risen to her feet, and began to apply the soap to her body. 

 

It was a careful touch, as if he were afraid he might break her body with the wrong amount of force. It felt ticklish.

 

The corners of Hanaella’s mouth twitched at the giggles that bubbled up from her lips, but Shia’s face was tense in comparison. 

 

Washing a woman’s body for the first time in his life, he felt his achingly engorged manhood against the soft flesh beneath the bath cloth, as if it couldn’t get any bigger.

 

“What if it bursts?”

 

Hanaella asked, pointing her index finger at his throbbing member.

 

‘It’ll burst and kill me.’

 

Lloyd’s words and expression echoed in her head.

 

“If it pops, you die, and if you die, I die, and that’s not good.”

 

No, I wasn’t stupidly naive, and I knew it wouldn’t really explode. 

 

But I knew it would probably mean pain, and I knew that just like Lloyd back then, Shia would be hurting now.

 

“Do you want me to touch you while you wash me?”

 

Shia’s hand, washing her arm, stopped at Hanaella’s words. 

 

A puzzled look on his face. For some reason, this was the face she liked best.

 

“It would be easier for you if you came once, because there’s no place and no time to put it in me to do that.”

 

Shia’s face flushed bright red again as Hanaella pointed her index finger downward. 

 

But despite his embarrassment, his hand was bold enough to grab Hanaella’s hand and bring it to his erection.

 

“Then… please.”

 

Although Hanaella had said she’d do it herself, it felt different when she touched it than it did underwater. 

 

‘I don’t know what part of me felt that way, but I also felt a bit scared.’ 

 

But she didn’t want him to know that it was her own words and that she was embarrassed by his sudden behavior, so she wrapped her hand around his hardening member as if it didn’t matter. 

 

The part of his glans that her tiny hand couldn’t wrap around was glistening with his juices. 

 

Hanaella gently stroked her thumb over the glans opening.

 

Flinch—

 

Shia’s body, which was covered in foam on Hanaella’s arm, flinched visibly. 

 

Just as she’d read in the book, she began to gently pull and push on the phallus. 

 

As Hanaella’s small hand curled around the slippery glans, wet from the water and the foam that had dripped from her arm, and moved it gently, unbearable pleasure coursed through Shia’s body.

 

The squeaks and sighs of pleasure that mingled with the stroking and the occasional sigh of pleasure from Shia’s lips made her feel euphoric. 

 

Gulp—

 

When Hanaella swallowed dryly and lifted her head, Shia’s hand, which had forgotten to wash her, came to rest against her cheek.

 

When she lowered her eyes to the fragrant scent of bubbles that tantalized her nose, misinterpreting it as permission to kiss, Shia leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. 

 

He could feel their overlapping lips trembling slightly, and the hand holding his member tensed slightly.

 

“Hmm—”

 

Then a moan mingled with Shia’s hot breath escaped from between their lips. 

 

‘I felt like being naughty, so I pulled his bottom lip in and nibbled on it with my teeth.’ 

 

In response, Shia stuck his tongue out hesitantly. 

 

Hanaella wrapped her tongue around it, entwining it, and began to swiftly trace the shaft she was holding.

 

Flick—

 

Squeak, squeak—

 

A low moan escaped their locked mouths with each stroke. 

 

As the hand stroking the shaft became faster and faster, Shia couldn’t resist and began sliding a hand-over Hanaella’s to do the same.

 

Inserting his tongue into her mouth, he licked clumsily around it, then dropped the bath cloth he was holding and wrapped his hand around the nape of her neck.

 

Shia moved her hands faster than Hanaella could keep up, and then quickly climaxed.