I Choose The Villain Duke

*** R-19 rating!!! This chapter is a continuation of the smutty chapter that we had before. I hope you're not getting tired of the smut scenes. If you don't like smut, you may skip the smut scene and go straight to the three vertical asterisks: ***. If you're okay with smut, make sure no one is behind you reading over your shoulder, put on a sexy playlist, and enjoy privately. ***

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Rubiella enclosed her hand around his erect member. She began to move her hand up . . . and then down.

"My lady . . . "

Hansel had his eyes closed and a thin bead of perspiration was sliding down from his forehead. He looked so hot tied up and under her mercy.

She began to slide her hand over his member faster. Hansel's hips thrusted upwards. His lips were parted and his breathing ragged.

Rubiella picked up the rose with her free hand and trailed its petals over his abdomen.

"Hahh..." Hansel breathed out loud.

A bit of moisture had come out of his member and she used it lubricate her hand and it was easier to rub him.

"Hansel, are you liking this?" Rubiella asked.

"Y-yes, my lady," Hansel said.

She stopped moving her hand.

"I'm your lady but what about you? Are you mine?" Rubiella asked.

He opened his eyes and looked at her pleasingly.

"I'm yours, my lady," Hansel said.

Rubiella tilted her head.

"Even if I do this?" Rubiella asked.

TCK!

She hit his abdomen with the rose lightly.

"Ngh!"

"Are you mine?" Rubiella asked.

"Yes, I am yours, my lady," Hansel said.

TCK!

"Ahn!"

"Which part of you?" Rubiella asked.

"All of me! All of me is yours, my lady!" Hansel cried out.

Rubiella smiled.

"Good boy," Rubiella murmured.

She lowered her head down to his erect member.

"Is this mine too?" Rubiella asked, licking his member.

"Ah! Yes! Yes, my lady! It's all yours!" Hansel said.

"I see. Then I should pay attention to this one then," Rubiella said.

Her mouth enclosed on his member and Hansel hissed in pleasure. Hansel wanted to see his member inside her mouth but he was tied up so he shut his eyes instead and focused on the pleasure of her warm mouth.

She twirled her tongue around his member. It had a unique taste and unique scent. The taste and scent of a man. She took it out of her mouth slowly then took him in her mouth again.

"My lady . . . Hahh . . ."

She began to move faster. Her head bobbed up and down his member. His member going in and out of her mouth.

*Shlup

*Shlup

"Ah! Ngh . . . M-my lady . . . Hahh . . . Y-yes . . ."

Hansel was lost in the pleasure of it all. Her warm wet mouth enveloped his member and it took all of his willpower not to rip off the tie wrapped around his wrists and take her already.

She stopped pleasuring him with her mouth and began to use her hand to finish him off. Her hand moved fast and her grip was tight. His member was wet from her saliva and he could feel the friction of her hand and the wetness. It was mind blowing and he could only gasp in pleasure. He was going to reach his climax.

"M-my lady, you'll get wet from my . . ."

He came.

His fluids gushed out of his member and spilled out of her hand. Her hand was still moving even while he was coming, still pleasuring him as he reached his climax.

"Haah..."

And he finished.

"My lady . . ."

Rubiella got up and took a spare towel from the bathroom. She returned to the bed and untied his wrists.

"You were amazing. No, you are amazing, my lady," Hansel said.

Rubiella chuckled.

She began to wipe her wet hand with the towel.

"You have some here. Let me help, my lady," Hansel said.

Some of his fluids had also spilled out on her breasts. He wiped her breasts gently with the towel.

"I love you, Hansel," Rubiella said.

"I love you too, my lady," Hansel said.

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"Where did you learn how to do that, my lady? You surprised me," Hansel said.

Rubiella grinned at him and cuddled closer to his chest.

"I did my research," Rubiella said.

"Research? And pray tell what kind of research was that, my lady?" Hansel asked with a raised eyebrow. 

"Romance novels. Mind you, they were quite vague with the descriptions but seeing the real thing made me understand what they were talking about," Rubiella said.

"The real thing, huh? And how do you like the real thing, my lady?" Hansel asked.

Rubiella shrugged.

"It was fine," Rubiella said.

She didn't have anything to compare it to anyway and women weren't usually concerned with the size unlike men who thought that bigger was always better.

"Fine?" Hansel repeated, looking offended.

Rubiella laughed.

"Just fine?? After you tortured me so and even used that rose on me," Hansel said and began to tickle her sides.

"Kya! Hahaha! Stop it! Haha! Stop it!" Rubiella protested while laughing.

"As your lady, I order you to stop!" Rubiella said while trying to avoid his tickling in vain.

"As you wish . . . But a kiss first," Hansel said.

"You've become quite cheeky," Rubiella said and kissed him on the lips.

He grinned at her and tucked her hair behind her ear.

"You're so beautiful. I'm a lucky man to have you, my lady," Hansel said.

"I haven't asked yet. How were you able to buy a title? I know that isn't cheap and does the Duke know about this?" Rubiella asked.

"He does. I informed him on the day that Vyen lady saw us together. I predicted that she would be running her mouth about us. It has always been my plan to become a noble so I could be worthy of you and when that happened, I figured I could speed things up so I can protect you. I don't want anyone saying bad things about you, my lady," Hansel said.

"Thank you," Rubiella said. "And what of the Duke? Is he going to let you go?"

"No. I'll still be working for him. Not as a butler though but as a business partner. I've always helped him with his business affairs and now that I'm a noble too, I'll be able to work on his business more closely," Hansel said.

"He'll be sad without you around," Rubiella said.

"I think so too. I'll pay him a visit from time to time and look for a replacement butler for him," Hansel said.

"He probably hates me for taking you away from him," Rubiella said.

"I am grateful for you taking me away from him. If I hadn't met you, I would probably be old and gray but still a bachelor," Hansel said. 

Rubiella giggled. She didn't tell him that even if he had not met her, he would probably be chased by several women if they discovered his handsomeness (and wildness) hiding behind his glasses. 

"Are you ready to meet my Father tomorrow?" Rubiella asked.

He took her hand and kissed the back of it.

"As ready as I'll ever be, my lady," Hansel said.

The next morning, Hansel escorted Rubiella back to her room, secretly, of course as no one should know that she had spent the night outside.

Rubiella was going to tell her father that he was going to meet her lover and Hansel was going to prepare himself in meeting his lady's father.

Hansel didn't tell Rubiella because he didn't want her to think that he was a coward but the truth was that . . . He was terrified as hell.

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Lord Edward Summers was tapping on his teacup impatiently. His daughter had told him that she would be arriving with her lover and they would be having afternoon tea together.

He didn't like the idea. His daughter marrying a nobody. He may be a noble but what use is he if no one has ever heard of him?

He didn't like it one bit.

He was waiting in the Summers Residence's garden. It hadn't been used much ever since his wife died. He closed his eyes and felt the warm sunlight on his skin. Rosietta. The pain of her passing never faded away no matter how hard he tried. He never fully accepted it. How could he? She was too young to die. She shouldn't have died. Instead, he steeled his heart so that he would not feel the pain.

He didn't talk much about Rosietta to Rubiella. His daughter resembled her far too much and he didn't like the way she made him remember his dead wife. Seeing her grow up looking like her mother just awakened the pain of losing Rosietta. He wanted Rubiella to get married to the prince because that was what his wife would have wanted. It was the promise his wife had with the queen.

And now, his daughter had a secret lover. He was perplexed. His plan for his daughter didn't involve her marrying someone else who was not the prince. Would Rosietta be disappointed at him for not keeping the promise between her and the queen?

"Father."

Lord Edward was snapped away from his thoughts and he squinted his eyes as the sun was too bright. The one who spoke was his daughter and she had her arm around a young man he had never seen before.

She had her long curly red hair let down and she was wearing a red dress. She was smiling brightly and gazing at the young man with obvious adoration.

His heart ached.

What does a father do in this situation?