Can't Come Back - Chapter 1
A loud moan echoed through the room. A man and a woman were intertwined on a wide bed. The dark green-haired man’s back moved back and forth. Cain’s thing dug deep into her.
“Ha…… ah ah ah……!”
A feeling of fullness and pleasure filled the inside of her body.
“Berlia, urgh…… Berlia……!”
Berlia was overwhelmed by the pleasure that climbed up her body from the bottom up to her head. Has she ever experienced such a strong sensation in her twenty years of life? Cain’s tickled Berlia’s inner flesh and then stroked it again. His own was invading deep inside her body that even Berlia had never touched.
Berlia was welcoming Cain with great excitement. With such excitement, it seems more accurate to say that Berlia invited Cain rather than Cain invading Berlia.
Cain lifted Berlia’s legs up and draped them over his shoulder. He grabbed her thighs with both hands and moved his back vigorously, speeding his movements.
“Yeah! Ahhh! ha ha ha……! I love it……!”
A moan erupted from Berlia’s mouth. She couldn’t pull herself together with the pleasure he gave her. Unknowingly, she put a force on the bottom. She tightened the bottom and grabbed Cain’s.
The narrow area tightened further, and Cain groaned low. He couldn’t stand it anymore. Cain spread out Berlia’s legs, which had been on his shoulders, hung them on his waist, and dug deep into her.
At that moment, the climax came to Berlia. A pleasure soaked in her trembling body as she moaned. It was an instinctive moan.
Cain knew that she had reached her climax. Seeing Berlia, who couldn’t come to terms with the pleasure that controlled her whole body, he seemed to heat up even more.
Cain leaned his body toward her and moved his waist to reach his climax. Traces of Cain’s warmth spread inside Berlia’s body.
“Cain…… It was so good……”
“I felt the same, Berlia.”
Cain took his own out of Berlia and lay down next to her. Berlia rested her head on Cain’s shoulder. Cain hugged her body with one of his arms.
Cain stroked Berlia’s hair as he smiled contentedly.
Cain kissed Berlia’s forehead briefly. She put a happy expression on her face at his actions.
To those who do not know their true circumstances, anyone can see that the two were happy lovers who loved each other.
“Berlia, Will you marry me?”
It was a romance of a century that would make the whole empire stir up. The next Duke of Hildayden, Dean Hildayden, a central noble, proposed to Berlia Kinderton, the only daughter of a poor, outlying Baron. The difference between the families was enormous, and since there was no scandal or contact between the two, this sudden news surprised everyone.
Berlia looked at the man who knelt before her eyes and held out a ring studded with gleaming jewels. Are you really giving me this big jeweled ring? It was a situation that she did not understand at all, so Berlia thought that this situation might be a dream.
He said, “I’m asking you to be my wife.”
“Really, did you propose to me……?”
“Of course. Dear Young Lady Berlia Kinderton, I am proposing to you.”
Dean spoke to her in a sweet voice. Berlia put her hands together and covered her mouth in surprise and embarrassment. She asked him the reason,
“Your Highness, why……? Why me?”
Berlia was beautiful. Many men told her that she was beautiful. But she never thought that she would ever have such an absurd miracle happen to her.
“Because I was admiring you, Berlia.”
Needless to say, Berlia was the daughter of a poor Baron. She was admired by some nobles who fell in love with her beauty, but she could not become their wife. No matter how well it turned out, she would only end up as a mistress.
“By any chance, what you are talking about is……so……”
However, compared to marrying a rich man, she would rather marry a man with a status not far from hers, a Viscount or a Baron.
He said, “Not as a mistress, I would like to welcome Young Lady as my wife.”
She did not even expect to have a relationship with a Count or a Marquis.
But the day came when the next Duke, who was neither a Count nor a Marquis, proposed to her. How could it not be surprising?
“Will you marry me?”
There was no way she could have turned down Dean’s proposal. As a noblewoman, especially as a woman from a powerless family, it is difficult to connect with the person you want. If so, it was best to marry the best partner, if at all possible.
And now, in front of Berlia’s eyes, the best marriage partner, whom no one could refuse, was kneeling to put a ring on her finger.
“……I do, Your Highness.”
Answering in a shy voice, Berlia reached out her left hand towards Dean.
“I will make you happy, Berlia.”
Hearing his awaited reply, Dean smiled with joy and placed the ring on Berlia’s ring finger.
In this way, the Cinderella of the century, Berlia, from the daughter of a Baron who could be said to be the lowest among nobles, became the Duchess of Hildayden, the center of the supreme power of the central nobility.
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In a brightly lit room, Berlia and Dean were mixing bodies. Dean shoved his own roughly into Berlia’s body. The two had a physical relationship as a married couple. But Dean was the only one who groaned even a little.
No matter what Dean is doing, Berlia is showing no reaction. There was no trace of happiness on her face as she shared love with her husband. She was obliged to accept him with an almost expressionless face.
How many times did Dean move?
Taking a deep breath, Dean pulled his own out of Berlia’s body. Some of his semen, which he had left deep within her body, came out together and flowed between Berlia’s legs. Berlia closed her eyes once deeply and opened them as she felt his semen from inside of her body. She stared at the ceiling of her bedroom with her unfocused, dazed eyes.
‘I feel tired. I want to sleep.’
It tingled below. Tiredness comes rushing in as always.
Berlia wanted to go to sleep. But she couldn’t fall asleep right away on this bed.
“I will go to my bedroom.”
“Okay,” Dean answered briefly.
Berlia forced her body to stand up. She put on her clothes without saying a word.
The two of them looked too gloomy to say that they had just mixed bodies.
It has been three years since Berlia married Dean. The relationship between Dean and Berlia at the beginning of their marriage was not like this. Of course, how could they be the same as in the early days of their newlyweds?
Berlia got up from bed and stepped into her bedroom. Until Berlia left the room, Dean didn’t say a word, let alone wish her goodnight.
Some might say that a relationship is not bad as long as the husband and wife constantly mix their bodies. Some couples are even separated at all. But it didn’t seem like there was anything different between the two of them.
First of all, Berlia and Dean did not sleep in the same room. They each had separate bedrooms, and they were obliged to mix bodies in time for Berlia’s ovulation—in order to conceive a successor—once a month.
After leaving Dean’s room and arriving in her own bedroom, Berlia immediately lay down on the bed and closed her eyes.
‘I’d rather get pregnant.’
When she achieves her goal of having a child, she would no longer have to have the same affectionless sex with Dean she was before.
Berlia did not find pleasure in her relationship with Dean. At first, she thought it was only because she was new to all this. Naturally, Dean was Berlia’s first man. She continued to believe that when she puts her body together with Dean, she will one day feel what others call heavenly feeling.
However, such a thought was just her illusion. Now, three years after getting married, Berlia has long given up on seeking pleasure in her relationship with Dean.
But since she became the wife of the duke, it was one of her duties to give birth to a successor. So Berlia and Dean had a regular compulsory relationship once a month.
If there is something wrong, there has been no child standing between them for three years, despite having intercourse according to the time of ovulation by calculating the distance between each month of Berlia’s period.
Since it was a society where it was mostly the women’s fault for not having children, both Dean and Berlia believed that Berlia was infertile as the cause. Because of this, Berlia often suffered from anxiety.
‘What if there’s no sign of pregnancy again this time?’
While her relationship with her husband, the Duke, was not good, there was no reason for her to be here if she could not even give birth to an heir. If so, she thought that one day she might be kicked out from the dukedom.
It was not an impossible story at all, so Berlia was more anxious. Although she was a noblewoman, she came from a poor Baron family. However, she was able to prevent the downfall of her family, Baron Kinderton, thanks to the fact that Berlia married Dean and became the Duchess. No, in fact, it did more than prevent the downfall, it was correct to say that her marriage had made Baron Kinderton into a well-to-do noble family.
Since she married Dean, her younger brother could be engaged to the Marquis’ daughter. Her family could be happy because she became a Duchess.
She was still only a half-duchess. Therefore, she had to keep this position even more. If she had a child and became the mother of the successor, she could become a Duchess stably.
“How come I decided to get married……?”
Berlia sighed heavily. It was the breath that contained the hardships of this unhappy marriage.
In fact, she had a crush on Dean’s younger brother before she got married. Nevertheless, she had no choice but to marry Dean.