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Throughout the return journey to the boarding school, Elze remained silent.

And Dante found that silence oddly irritating.

“Darling.”

At his call, Elze raised her head briefly.

In the darkness of the carriage, only her honey-colored eyes shimmered faintly.

It was a sweet shade of light that he wanted to swallow up in one gulp.

“…,”

A powerful impulse surged within him.

An irrational impulse to pull her close, to devour those crimson lips without leaving a trace.

Dante suppressed that impulse tightly and threw a question.

“Why are you upset?”

“…”

In response to that question, Elze pursed her lips with a complicated expression.

For a moment.

“You shouldn’t have done that.”

“What?”

Dante doubted his ears.

“What did you just say?”

Elze, after taking a deep breath, looked at Dante with calm eyes.

“I told you it’s unreasonable for you to clash with the Second Prince just because of someone like me.”

“Darling, why are you speaking like that?”

Dante retorted with a sharp tone.

“What do you mean, ‘someone like you’?”

“That’s…”

Elze, as if trying to say something, tightly shut her lips.

Her face seemed to say there was no need to care about whatever she said or whatever insult she received.

Looking at that expression, Dante felt strangely twisted inside.

“In that case, what about me?”

Dante clenched his fists tightly.

“You’re saying I should have just stayed still while watching you being insulted with my own eyes?”

“…”

Elze silently stared at Dante.

Her honey-colored eyes were filled only with a puzzled expression.

‘Why are you getting mad at me?’

‘Were we ever in such a relationship?’

…As if asking such questions.

“That guy was talking nonsense about you. Should I have just tolerated that?”

“Yes.”

Elze replied firmly.

Dante let out a bewildered laugh.

“Well, this is…”

“I don’t want the Marquis to be misunderstood because of me.”

“…”

Dante, who was about to reflexively get angry, suddenly shut his mouth.

Elze just said, ‘I don’t want Dante to be misunderstood.’

And for some reason, that statement…

Sounds like Elze is worried about him.

“What do you mean by that?”

“The Marquis…”

Elze, who had momentarily blurred her words, spoke seriously.

“In fact, you’re quite affectionate.”

There was a silence.

“…”

“…”

A moment passed.

In a somewhat incredulous tone, Dante interjected, “Me?”

“…”

It seemed that Elze was also puzzled by the question.

Her pretty pumpkin-colored eyes shook as if experiencing an earthquake.

Watching her reaction, Dante felt like laughing for some reason.

“Are you mocking me, darling?”

“Well, um…”

Elze stumbled over her words unknowingly.

“I mean, it must have been uncomfortable for you when the Second Prince said unpleasant things because of me.”

Dante quietly observed Elze.

Come to think of it, it’s been a while since he saw Elze so flustered.

At the same time, Elze glanced out the window.

It was a clear attempt to avoid eye contact.

A tiny voice flowed out.

“I just wanted to thank you for taking my side… that’s what I meant.”

“…”

For a moment, Dante felt a bit dazed.

Through the glass, he saw Elze squinting her eyes and then opening them again.

Why?

Elze, gazing fixedly at the dark streets beyond, seemed so endearing, as if she were about to go mad.

Even in this situation, Elze was considering his feelings first.

Annoying yet somewhat…

pleasing.

“No, darling.”

On impulse, Dante reached out and turned Elze towards him.

She looked a bit flustered.

As he gazed at her expression, an inexplicable sense of satisfaction washed over him.

It had been a while since she showed such raw emotion behind her usual mask-like smile.

Dante stared at her expression as if savoring it for a while.

And then.

“I should pay attention.”

He lightly kissed her eyelids.

The sensation of her thin eyelids trembling could be felt.

…It was insanely good.

Dante’s lips smoothly grazed over her forehead, then down her prominent nose.

As they lingered between her lips, Elze stiffened her shoulders.

“Hm.”

A stifled moan rose from the depths of her throat.

Elze, who had been swaying in Dante’s arms for a while, suddenly resisted, her breath catching.

“…Wait.”

Dante met Elze’s eyes and smiled mischievously.

“Why?”

Watching her tremble with pleasure in his embrace was incredibly satisfying.

From head to toe, just like this…

…If he could devour her completely, leaving not a single strand of hair untouched, it would be perfect.

“Do you remember when you did that to me before?”

“Huh? …What?”

“Since you’re my lover, you said no one at boarding school should touch you, right?”

Ah.

Elze blinked her eyes with a stabbed expression.

Dante reached out and slowly straightened out her disheveled clothes caused by their passionate exchange.

“If you really consider yourself my lover…”

As he delved deeper, the precious pearl buttons, already several of them lost, gently caressed by Dante’s fingertips, caused him to smile faintly.

“…Beyond boarding school, to anyone in this empire.”

Inside the dark carriage.

Only his crimson eyes sparkled vividly.

“You shouldn’t just let being ignored slide.”

“Marquis.”

“Isn’t that right?”

Looking up at him with an inscrutable gaze, Elze nodded slowly.

Dante’s smile grew a little deeper.

“Alright.”

Dante kissed her cheek with a loud smack.

Then he whispered softly into her ear.

“Darling, I’m excited right now.”

“…?”

Elze glanced at Dante with a disgusted look for a moment.

Dante burst into laughter loudly.

“I can’t hold it in anymore, can I?”

“…?”

Deep wrinkles formed on Elze’s forehead.

But even that was brief.

Taking a short breath, Elze gently rested her forehead against his chest.

“…Not in the carriage.”

“Then is it okay in the bedroom?”

“Do you really have to hear the answer from my lips?”

The grumbling was also brief.

Elze closed her eyes tightly and nodded.

At that moment.

Dante’s pupils sank into darkness.

* * *

‘…I wonder if a quickie is really possible.’

I thought blankly as I stared at the ceiling.

As soon as we got off the carriage, Dante hugged me and immediately pushed me into the bedroom.

There wasn’t even time to undress.

Dante delved into me as I was.

[Ah…!]

Breaths mixed in disarray.

Skin heating up with friction.

Kisses pouring down like rain.

Sensations as if my entire body were melting away.

‘I thought I was really going to collapse yesterday…’

As if to compensate for the long time we hadn’t been intimate, Dante persisted relentlessly.

We reached climax several times, and halfway through, overwhelmed by the pleasure that turned my head snow-white, I sobbed.

Finally, I fell asleep in Dante’s arms as if I had fainted.

As I recalled his hands sweeping over my body and caressing me, I felt the sensation of my stomach tightening again.

Honestly, I didn’t know Dante would desire me so desperately.

He’s a man who can satisfy his desires anywhere, even if it’s not with me.

But the sore waist, the trembling thighs, and the body marked with kisses all over, proved that last night was not a dream.

And above all…

‘The fact that this man is still by my side…’

I rolled my eyes only to find Dante lying beside me.

The old Dante would have made excuses and left me alone after satisfying his desires, but the current Dante was sound asleep by my side.

As I gazed at Dante’s sleeping face for a while, I began to move my body gingerly.

‘Maybe I should get up.’

The sun had already risen, and perhaps due to the ordeal of last night, I felt thirsty.

I carefully got up from the bed.

And then…

“Darling, where are you going?”

There was a ghostly arm wrapping around my waist.

It was Dante.

T/N: After translating many Smut novels honestly I was expecting more. You guy know what I mean but this… this is not what I thought their night would be like… bed breaking, saliva mixing, rough animalistic gojo Satoru sex…