Because Flowers Aren’t My Taste - Chapter 0

Prologue

In the middle of the maze garden stood a small greenhouse.

The greenhouse, supported by white columns like a Greek temple, was covered entirely with transparent glass. The carefully planted tropical plants and the delicate marble decorations suggested how much effort the owner had put into the greenhouse. However, the two people inside were too absorbed in each other to notice any of it.

“…This behavior is inappropriate,” Kylie quickly retorted, her wrist held tightly.

Where did it go wrong?

Should I have not gone for a walk?

Or should I have run away sooner?

But he was faster than she had imagined. He pounced on her in an instant, like a hawk snatching its prey.

“I never thought you’d look at me like that,” his low voice brushed against her ear. His tone was tinged with intense excitement.

Kylie was trapped in his embrace. The two of them were so close that there was barely space for either to breathe.

If someone were to see them right now…

Terrified by the thought, Kylie shut her eyes tightly, as he began to pull off her glove.

“Say something.”

“Like what?” Kylie answered steadily, averting her gaze from his.

“How it felt.”

His lips touched the back of her gradually exposed hand. His tongue was hot, in contrast to his cool lips. After he had completely removed her glove, he began nibbling on her fingertips.

“Did you like it?”

Kylie’s face flushed red.

“Were you thinking about me while getting wet?”

“What nonsense!”

Turning her head, she met his narrowed eyes and quickly looked away. It was impossible to reject him when looking into those eyes.

“I’d like you to pay for what you saw without permission,” he whispered, pressing his lips against her neck. His firm hand slid inside her cape.

“No, please. Someone could come at any moment…”

To do something like this outside when there was a perfectly fine bed available…

He must be out of his mind.

Kylie panted as she clung to his hand. It was an uncertain gesture—as if she was trying to pull him closer or push him away.

“It’s cold too… Hng!”

“I’ll warm you up.”

His touch had already made the inside of her dress hot.

“I can’t walk around in a wrinkled dress.”

His languid laughter grew louder as her excuses became weaker.

“So, as long as your dress doesn’t wrinkle, it’s fine?”

“That’s not…!”

Suddenly, her feet lifted off the ground, and she clung to his broad shoulders in surprise.

“Wrap your legs around my waist.”

He lifted her effortlessly, like a child. The hard marble column pressed against her back.

“It’ll be over quickly if you help me.”

But it wouldn’t end quickly. He never finished that easily.

Even though she knew she should refuse, her body responded to his advances.

The thrill of the possibility that someone might appear from beyond the bushes at any moment added to her arousal.

Fingers deftly slipped through her petticoat, parting the fabric of her underwear.

“You’re wet.”

She wanted to cover her ears from his satisfied voice, sounding like a predator enjoying its catch. Instead, Kylie wrapped her arms around his neck.

The blunt tip of his shaft slowly penetrated her entrance.

“Hng.”

Her body slid down along the thick column slowly.

A chill ran down her spine.

Perhaps because of the full weight pressing down on her, he felt deeper than usual.

“…You were wrong,” he groaned, burying his face into her chest.

“I can never be satisfied alone. It’s never this deep or this hot on my own.”

His grip on her hips tightened. The thicker his shaft grew, the more it pushed into her as her insides opened up. She felt him all the way to the base.

“Hnng.”

“You may not believe it, but it feels like it’s getting deeper each time.”

Her inner walls contracted around him, fitting his shape perfectly, with no space in between.

The pressure made it hard to breathe. Afraid he might start moving right away, Kylie dug her nails into his shoulders.

The enormous size of his member threatened to tear her apart.

He slowly caressed her waist.

“Kylie.”

The eyes she had always thought were unreadable were now looking up at her.

She trembled.

In them, she saw a red pit of lust, wide open.

“Kiss me.”

The starving predator whispered sweetly. Promising not to harm her.

Though the eyes looking at her screamed that he wanted to devour her whole, he was begging for a kiss.

If she complied, it was clear he’d end up wanting to sate himself fully on her.

Kylie let out a shaky breath and kissed his wet lips.

Despite everything, she couldn’t give up this ecstasy.

His green eyes curved in delight, and he withdrew from her all at once. She shivered from the sensation of her inner flesh being tugged out.

“Hng!”

Almost pulling out entirely, he thrust back in immediately. The narrow opening barely accommodated his size as he drove back in.

His eyes were glazed with heat.

Intense desire seemed to have consumed him, making him forget where they were.

Thud—.

Thump—.

Kylie just clung tightly to his solid neck, enduring his fierce but gentle invasion.

Ultimately, he was the only one who could fill her completely.

The sound of their wet bodies colliding mixed with the rustle of their clothes.

“Ah, ahh.”

The rough movement inside her almost made her lose her mind.

Her whole body was melting.

Her world was entirely filled by him.

In a space filled only with their heavy breaths, suddenly, another noise emerged.

Laughter could be heard from afar, coming closer. Nothing was visible beyond the hazy glass, but people were approaching.

“S-someone might… Ah!”

Kylie’s panicked voice turned into a moan as he gripped her hips and roughly pulled her down.

Her vision turned white.

Kylie tightened around him from below as she climaxed.

Hot cum spurted deep inside her, warming her from within. She could feel her inner walls twitch in response.

He swallowed her moans with his lips before finally setting her down. Her legs trembled, and she leaned against the column, gasping for breath.

A soft cloth touched her leg. He was wiping between her thighs.

She twitched unconsciously as his fingers moved over her sensitive skin, as his cum flowed lazily out from inside her.

A low chuckle reached her ears.

“If I had known you liked greenhouses this much, I would have built one sooner.”

It was madness, having sex in someone else’s greenhouse.

She should stop him, but she kept getting caught up in him.

The murmurs were getting closer. It was a maze garden, so they wouldn’t come directly here, but there were definitely people nearby.

A large hand stroked her flushed cheek. Her face held no trace of cold anymore.

“You seem better now.”

Kylie glared at him as if to say, ‘Is that really the issue right now?’

His green eyes darkened as he looked at her.

“If you look at me like that, I might want to go again.”

Kylie hurriedly adjusted her dress.

No one would notice what had just happened, except for her flushed face. She could blame the red cheeks on the winter wind.

But her hands were trembling, perhaps from too much excitement.

“…Am I alright?”

“You’re always so good that I want to swallow you whole.”

“What nonsense…!”

“I’m serious. So, take your time.”

He left a light kiss on her cheek before turning away. Opening the greenhouse door, he disappeared beyond the hedges.

“Oh my! You were here.”

It seemed he ran into someone approaching—the boisterous voice of Countess Aslay reached her ears.

“…But, Your Grace, did you lose your cravat?”

At the countess’s question, Kylie realized the cloth he had used to wipe her was his cravat.

While he distracted them, she quickly fixed her clothes.

But she could still feel his cum slowly seeping out, dampening her underwear.

There was no way she could face people like this. It seemed best to return to her room.

Kylie carefully left the greenhouse, heading in the opposite direction of the others. She was so focused on her back that she didn’t notice the fallen leaves beneath her feet.

Crunch—.

Silence fell momentarily from beyond the thick bushes.

After a brief pause, the countess’s voice rang out again.

“Hmm. It seems you had company?”

Curiosity was thick in her tone.

Kylie sighed silently.

Of all people to catch her, it had to be that chatty countess.

By tomorrow, the story of the Duke and Duchess of Decarre making love in their greenhouse would surely spread throughout the entire social circle.