Become The Duke’s Wife Or Die - Chapter 45

Looking out the window, hoping to see something interesting.  Lyra’s blue eyes are like marbles that sparkle brightly in the daytime, as bright as the feelings that overflowed when she felt the thrust of Duke Kleo a few dozen minutes ago, enjoying the tip of bump stroke her violently, making her scream and moan in a satisfy, gasping in a tight hug as if she wanted to crash his inside of her walls.

Now that feeling is still traced, only slowly fading, which is replaced with curiosity and suspicion.

“My Lady!”  Ella called out, standing in the corner of the room, staring at Lyra the whole time.  As usual, there was Gena who always accompanied her when on duty.  They get closer over time, rising things that they never had before, such as perceptions and modes of thinking that begin to mix.  Now Ella started doing the gossiping, especially when it came to Lyra and Duke Kleo, planning a grand and very sacred wedding.

“What exactly are you doing, My Lady?”  added Gena, tilting her head as if she was watching her daughter crawl to the window for refusing to take a nap.  “You don’t want to run away again do you?”  Her gaze turned to one of suspicion.

Lyra’s neck turned quickly, shooting a glare.  “Gena, do you want to be assigned somewhere else?”  It was a threat, a very terrible threat.

Gena’s self-confidence suddenly disappeared, replaced by a pale face and also a jerking head shake.  “Of course not, My Lady.  Forgive me for being presumptuous.  I just want you not to do anything bad.”  Her eyeballs were like a robot’s, spinning around because it was damaged.  “I’m so glad you made up with His Grace and even made love.”

Ella glared at Gena, hoping that would stop her nagging mouth.  But unfortunately, Gena didn’t look back at all, and at the same time didn’t catch Ella’s code.

“Even we can hear your voices outside the room,” said Gena, continuing the super-long explanation that she (she said) had to do because otherwise, Lyra wouldn’t believe that she was a good maid, who still wants to serve Lyra with all her heart. “You sounded like you enjoyed His Grace’s body, My Lady.  Your passion voice, also the splash of your activities.  I could hear it at the same time and could judge that you like and enjoy each other.  So I don’t want you guys to fight again just because you did something.”

When she finished speaking at length, Gena finally froze, confused because Lyra and Ella stared at her.  A slap followed, which landed on her bony arm.

“Are you crazy?”  Ella hissed fiercely, having managed to slap Gena one more time, then a few more times, ignoring Gena who was wincing in pain.

“What?”  shrilled Gena didn’t accept it, almost complaining about Ella’s rude attitude to Lyra, hoping that she would get Lyra’s support and trust back.  But Lyra’s blushing face stopped her.  “My Lady, are you all right?”

“Are you okay asking after what you just said?”  Ella protested, then approached Lyra gently.  “My Lady, Gena is indeed not a smart and wise maid. She was even very stupid, or maybe an idiot.  But believe me, she never had a bad heart.  So I hope you’re not offended by what she said.”

‘Offended?’ thought Gena confused.

Lyra looked away, hiding her blushing face.  “Was…. was my voice that loud?”

Looking doubtful, Ella finally answered, “Yes, My Lady.”  Looked bad.  “I feel bad having to say this.  But wouldn’t it be better for us to say so than anyone else?  So next time you can tell His Grace about this.”

“What for?”  Lyra rubbed her forehead, closing her eyes tightly.

“To have him instruct the servants and guards to keep some distance from the entrance or the room.  So your voices will not be heard.”

Gena who was eavesdropping suddenly straightened her back, after seeing Lyra shoot a gaze at her, like the explosion of a gun.  “I didn’t mean anything bad, My Lady.”  Approaching, she bowed in front of Lyra.  “My apologies, My Lady.  I really can’t keep my mouth shut.”

“Who knows about this matter?”  Lyra seemed to have no power at all.  Gosh, she still remembers how huge his clog her deep intimate membrane was, a sensation she rarely felt.

Even Duke Kleo could give her more brutality and more fierceness than Viscount Alan, her most muscular and hard ex-mistress.  Now Viscount Alan’s position has been shifted by Duke Kleo, who even feels awkward when he touches her but can give the addictive feeling to make her want more.

Even remembering it made her bottom lips pulsate and clamp again as if provoked to do it with him right now.  Now she couldn’t imagine how loud the screams and the moans of her were when they did it.

“A few maids as well as a few guards, My Lady,” replied Gena, after glancing weakly at Ella, asking for help but to no avail.

“Only that?”  Lyra asked, her back against the wall, her knees were weak.

“B-but it looks like this has already spread in Wereal.  Servants are the fastest medium for spreading information, My Lady.”  Gena sounded regretful even though what she said was a fact.

Now Wereal has heard the news, about Duke Kleo cockering with Lyra in the middle of the day, with a voice that is even very sexy and easy to hear, including the sound of a muddy thrust and also the inner thigh slap of them, the frequency of the incredibly high speed as if he was made of the machine, making Lyra seem perforated by a sewing machine with Duke Kleo’s being the needle.

The servants and guards were even sweating at that time, their body temperature rising dramatically while holding back and closing their eyes, clenching their fists.  Their eyes looked wild jumping to various corners, to take their eyes off.

Mr. Bertus couldn’t even do anything.  Even though he had asked the servants to pretend not to hear, and even asked them to stay away, Lyra and Duke Kleo’s voices were still too loud to be heard.

Lyra’s knees buckled, her body fell to the floor, her back shaking. She was never shy when holding her ex-mistresses, who were always shifting, showing off an intimacy that was even beyond limits.  But why did she become like this only to Duke Kleo?  Is it because she can’t deny how great he is on the bed?

“Does….does Lord Kleo know about this?”  Lyra couldn’t think of what Duke Kleo would do if he found out that everyone in Wereal was listening to their moist activity.  Anything is fine as long as it’s not the wedding date being pushed forward.

“I’m not sure about that, My Lady.  Maybe Mr. Bertus will tell His Grace, but not now.”  Gena glanced at Ella again, looking doubtful.  “Because Marquess Helmut came.  You must know who is Lord Helmut, right?  His relationship with His Grace is not good.”

Oh, Marquess Helmut, of course, Lyra knows about him, a man who can charm her because of his good looks, which even makes her want to suck his inside her moist walls.

Biting her lip, her gaze glanced out the window again, thinking, ‘If only Lord Helmut could save me.  Whatever he wants I’ll probably grant it.  Besides, he is not interested in marriage.’

Right after she was finished muttering her wishful thinking in her heart, someone came.  “My Lady, His Grace inquires you to see him.”  The person was a maidservant, who looked both scared and nervous.  “It seems that this has something to do with Lord Helmut.  Mr. Bertus told me about this.  He hopes you can choose the right answer so His Grace doesn’t explode more in anger.”

“Doesn’t explode more in anger?”  Lyra frowned, getting the signal that danger was lurking around her.