CL Chapter 20

*Tap, clatter.*

 

Something fell and rolled across the floor. It was the ornate hairpiece that had adorned Charlotte’s head.

 

Unable to withstand Leo’s forceful tug on her hair, it had come loose.

 

Leo’s hearing was exceptionally keen. Having lost his sight, his ears remained perpetually alert.

 

Under normal circumstances, he would have immediately turned his head toward the source of the sound.

 

But the Leo at this moment showed no interest in anything else.

 

As the light gradually shifted to the afternoon’s hues, he remained oblivious even when one of the earrings that had been constantly glinting beneath the changing light fell.

 

The soft clatter went unnoticed, quickly fading into the background.

 

Meanwhile, Leo was focused on one thing, getting his fully erect penis perfectly into Charlotte’s mouth.

 

Every time he tried to push in while pressing down on her throat, Charlotte’s body would convulse violently, leaving the base of his shaft still outside.

 

Leo withdrew his hand from Charlotte’s hair softer than the most expensive silk to stroke his base. After gauging the length roughly, he attempted to enter again.

 

“Not much left now.”

 

A voice above Charlotte’s head spoke in tones that could have been encouragement or criticism.

 

Since she had been the one to kneel between Leo’s legs first, claiming she’d take care of it, the latter seemed more likely.

 

He had approached this task with youthful enthusiasm, having done it once before.

 

He never anticipated it would be this arduous. At least he thought it would be easier than the first time.

 

“Ugh! Ugh!”

 

When this attempt also ended in failure, Leo released his grip as if in surrender.

 

Thanks to this, Charlotte who had been so full of Leo that her chin nearly dislocated could finally expel him.

 

She took deep breaths, savoring the air that had been so rarely permitted to her.

 

“Haa! Haa!”

 

Even someone rescued from drowning might not gasp so desperately.

 

“Cough! Cough! Cough!”

 

“Why are you struggling so much?”

 

As Charlotte’s labored breathing turned into coughing fits, Leo reached out to touch her lips, now glistening with saliva and breath.

 

At first glance, his words might sound like concern, but given how he’d been mercilessly squeezing the life out of her moments ago, that couldn’t possibly be the case.

 

“Didn’t you drink well last time?”

 

As expected, Leo was criticizing Charlotte’s poor behavior.

 

Even though his thoughts aligned with hers to some extent, she nearly protested that she hadn’t actually drunk well back then.

 

“Cough! Cough!”

 

The coughs that erupted before her words were a relief.

 

“Ah, are you worried I’ll lose my appetite if you make a fool of yourself?”

 

Had Charlotte raised her voice and deliberately shown her clumsiness, Leo might have mocked it as pretentiousness and dismissed it. But regardless, revealing this side of herself to him would never be wise.

 

Charlotte, her hair completely hidden from view, stuck out her tongue between lips still breathing unevenly.

 

Leo’s thumb, which had been wiping at her torn red lips, suddenly entered her mouth. He sucked on it with a soft smacking sound.

 

The moist feel of her wet membranes. The crude noise irritates his eardrums.

 

Leo easily recognized what these signals meant, and he burst out laughing.

 

“So it’s like that, huh? I almost showed unnecessary consideration for the princess.”

 

He had been considering letting go of her because it was becoming too uncomfortable, Leo admitted in a low voice.

 

The moment his smile vanished without a trace, Leo tightened his grip on the finger Charlotte was sucking.

 

His thumb, hardened with calluses, pressed down on her lower teeth as if trying to crush them.

 

Her jaw parted easily. Leo pushed his erect member into the opening he’d created.

 

“Ugh!”

 

The forceful intrusion seemed determined to return him to his original position in one bold move.

 

“Tsk. Move your tongue.”

 

Leo clicked his tongue at Charlotte’s defensive flinch that obstructed his path.

 

Not knowing where to place her tongue to appear skilled, Charlotte randomly flicked it about.

 

Her mistake came when she wrapped her tongue around the pulsing column, veins clearly visible beneath the skin.

 

“Mmm…”

 

Fortunately, Leo responded with a low, throaty moan.

 

Looking up at him through feverish eyes, Charlotte noticed warm breath lingering in the slight parting of his lips.

 

When Charlotte moved her tongue in the same manner as before, the hot mass of flesh inside her mouth stirred with renewed vigor, wriggling against her touch.

 

Having mastered the technique, Charlotte tilted her head back and forth, deliberately rubbing her tongue against his uneven skin.

 

Leo, who had been thrusting deep inside her, seemed to enjoy this new sensation. His hips began to buck shallowly, encouraging the friction.

 

Soon, the tip of his member began to twitch, secreting clear droplets of fluid.

 

Leo’s hand fumbled through Charlotte’s disheveled hair a sure sign of impending climax.

 

Noticing this, Charlotte pursed her lips until her cheeks hollowed, then took his rigid shaft deep into her mouth for a long suck.

 

What exactly had she done to provoke Leo?

 

Leo, who had been politely advancing and retreating, suddenly viciously grabbed Charlotte’s hair caught between his fingers and yanked her violently toward him.

 

Before she could resist, her head was buried in his crotch. Her nose was shoved into the messy mess, and her throat was instantly pierced.

 

When Leo decided to use his full strength, her struggles proved futile.

 

It seemed he had been showing her considerable mercy until now. He could have done this from the beginning.

 

“Mmph! Mmmph!”

 

Despite realizing Leo’s consideration, her lips now completely sealed shut without even the tiniest gap desperately yearned for smooth breathing.

 

Charlotte tried to breathe in, but instead of air, the stench of lewd flesh invaded his body, making his lungs feel heavy.

 

Charlotte, unable to move, clutched her dress and waited for Leo to withdraw.

 

“Sometimes… Ah. Very rarely, I mean.”

 

Leo’s voice came as the pillar of flesh, which had been gradually retreating in response to Charlotte’s desperate wishes, shattered her hopes by settling deeper inside her than before.

 

“Even though everyone’s desperately trying to block it, there are still days when news about the princess reaches my ears.”

 

Leo continued speaking without acknowledging Charlotte’s labored breathing and desperate struggles.

 

“Then I must…”

 

I thought I couldn’t hear what Leo was saying.

 

“I heard Ignator’s whore brought a man to the seculated palace.”

 

When he used the most humiliating name for me, my ears, which had been muffled as if submerged in water, suddenly sharpened.

 

So this is what it feels like when you’re forced to hear something you don’t want to. It was like God was playing a cruel joke on me.

 

“There were times I wondered how much you enjoyed this filth, that you couldn’t restrain yourself even after being confined to the villa.”

 

Forgetting that she was suffocating, Charlotte strained to look up at Leo.

 

“So this is how you answer me.”

 

It wasn’t because I wanted to see his expression. I could tell without looking.

 

It was just… I didn’t want to look down and risk letting those forbidden emotions spill out helplessly.

 

The moisture between us was trace enough of our relationship.

 

‘Isn’t everything going smoothly as I’d hoped?’

 

Charlotte told herself, trying not to get caught up in vague emotions. That’s when it happened.

 

Leo abruptly pulled his throbbing member free from her throat, skin scraping against skin.

 

The sudden movement sent Charlotte collapsing backward.

 

Coughing violently, she realized she needed to get up first.

 

As she scrambled in confusion, a dark shadow loomed over her head. The afternoon sun had vanished completely.

 

A faint liquid began dripping onto her exposed shoulder from the newly donned dress.

 

Feeling bewildered by what had just occurred, Charlotte stared upward in a daze.

 

“It must be quite a sight, yet I’m the only one denied this view.”

 

Leo remarked nonchalantly while straightening his waistband.

 

Only then did Charlotte realize what she’d inadvertently touched.

 

It was the Leo from the past.

 

Leo who’d hesitated to kiss her recklessly, fearing he might wear out their moments together.

 

The Leo who’d smiled like a man who’d conquered the world when she took the initiative to kiss him first.

 

The Leo who’d made her feel like the most precious being in existence.

 

My Leo.