Nữ Kĩ Nữ Của Thái Tử - Chương 45

Marie’s brxxsts, white and luscious, were his favorite part of her body. Clinging to them, taking a big bite out of them, swallowing them, sucking on them, and flicking her nxxples against his tongue. She cried so prettily. As she swallowed her pleasant moans, her nape turned red and flowed down her brxxsts. He couldn’t help but tease her.

“Should I help you take it off again, Marie?”

“Ugh, the clothes… the position is uncomfortable.”

“I don’t know who’s been attending to you. Why are you so poorly trained?”

“S-sorry… Your Highness, it’ll tear if you keep doing that!”

“What does it matter? Even if it tears.”

“Then, then what am I supposed to wear…?”

“Riding the carriage naked wouldn’t be so bad.”

“Y-your Highness? You’re joking, right…?”

He proceeded to strip off the rest of her clothes without hesitation. Though this wasn’t exactly the reason, Alpha and Omega nobles usually have attendants ready with fresh outfits. So even if she ended up soaked and wrapped in this mess, there’d be no problem on the way back. But he didn’t bother telling her that.

“How bothersome.”

“Ah!”

Still thinking rationally, he finally tore Marie’s thin dress apart. With a ripping sound, he sank his teeth into the white nape he’d been craving since earlier.

“Ahh!”

She was suddenly laid down, her mouth covered — an utterly seductive sight.

“Stupid and foolish, really.”

“Mngh, hnh, mm…”

“That’s right, keep holding it shut.”

“Mm…”

He chuckled.

With her legs spread wide open, her love juice flowing out, and the way she covered her mouth as if she was afraid of someone hearing her was so innocent that it felt like her erxct cxck was going to burst.

“I’m worried someone might see… Couldn’t we just go back and do this there?”

“Oh, so I can fxck you again once we’re back.”

“Hngh, no, that’s not what I meant! Ah!”

He could feel a throbbing pulse beneath the soft, full brxxsts he was squeezing. The sensation was unbearable, and he clutched at the ripe, luscious brxxsts with a vicious grip. Ah, he gulped and swallowed the scent of the moaning Omega.

The woman who had lost her memory.

An enemy.

And yet…

Before deciding to come here, Russell summoned the captain of his knights and gave an order.

‘I need to reopen the case.’

‘Your Highness? What do you mean by that?’

‘Ten years ago, my mother’s incident was believed to be the sole crime of Count Keighley, and the moment his head was severed, the matter was swiftly closed’

‘That’s correct.’

‘But why was it wrapped up so quickly?’

‘Pardon?’

Marie had no idea, not even in her dreams, but Russell hadn’t slept a wink. All night, like a man possessed, he had pored over records of past incidents.

He could no longer ignore the fact that he was starting to waver because of that woman. And yet, like a beast with sharpened instincts, something deep within him kept screaming that something was wrong.

If he ignored it and acted on impulse, he had a feeling he would come to regret it deeply.

That was why.

It wasn’t just that he was drawn to an Omega named Marie and was trying to cover up that fact. It was something stranger: his instincts weren’t baring their fangs at Marie Alphrose, but at someone else entirely.

‘I’ve been having dreams lately.’

‘Could it be nightmares…’

‘No, clues.’

‘What do you mean? Surely not, Your Highness. Are you saying it’s… the memories from back then?’

What had caused everything to spiral this far? What had led to his attendant’s disappearance and the long, desperate search for Marie? That was the sudden blank in his memory.

Overwhelmed by shock, swept up in a storm of emotions that made him feel like he was dying. He had undergone his secondary manifestation.

The air had been thick with suffocating pheromones — he was sure he would die. And in that moment, someone had been there.

Someone had definitely been there.

‘I didn’t know it then. I assumed the chamberlain had been acting under the Count’s orders. But the real enemies…’

The more he heard Marie speak, the more it nagged at him.

The chamberlain, who should have left the capital with a hefty reward, instead lived like a pathetic fugitive, falling into gambling and selling off his own family to cover his debts. How could someone capable of committing such bold crimes be so weak and spineless?

And what about Marie’s mother, who had also worked as a maid in the royal palace? She collapsed quickly, as though guilt had been eating her alive. And she was afraid — terrified, even. Why had she gone to such desperate lengths to hide the fact that her child was an Omega, even to the point of ruining her?

What exactly had she been running from?

And the strangest part of it all was Russell himself.