Undercover Infiltration Duchess

zet shrank her neck and only shed her eyes.

“It’s good to touch your ankles, and what else? Do you have a favorite part?”

“Yeah, the inside of my knee and…”

“Here you go.”

As the upper body of the Ezet moved back as he lifted her ankle further, the two legs headed toward the ceiling.
She realized that her hips had been exposed through the skirt of the flowing dress, but Ezet couldn’t cover her bottom.
It was because the moist tongue began to lick inside the soft knee between the exposed shin and the thigh.

“Yes, Ed…”

“You’re an odd pervert to like to lick this place.”

“Who, who’s a pervert!”

Edmond’s side of the face came into Ezet’s view, who raised his head in tears.
He laid back and licked the inside of her knee and only looked at the Ezet.

“You’re probably the only one who’s letting her husband do this undressed.”

“You said you’d do it…”

Ezet’s mouth shut, which was about to say something out of proportion.
He’ll do anything for her.
In the eyes of a man who pledged loyalty, there was unexpectedly not a grain of loyalty.

Edmond’s reason for following Ezet’s will is neither loyalty nor generosity nor tenderness.

He was always an arrogant dictator and a predator who swallowed everything before him.
He was a brave conqueror enough to cut down a scary dragon with a single sword.

There’s only one reason why such a man would bend over and make her wish come true.

To satisfy the woman he loves.

“And, and? What do you want?”

“Huh, thighs…”

Edmond grinned and clasped his thighs with his big hands as she demanded increasing audacity.
He grabbed with his hand so tightly that it left a mark.
Ezet briefly strained her body, shook her head, and exhaled deeply.

“Inside…”

“You mean the inside of the thigh? Are you talking about this place?”

“Oh, yeah!”

Ezet’s legs trembled as he grabbed her thighs and only moved his thumb, creeping through her inner flesh.
The only rough breath was now irregularly disturbed.
Whether it was because of the uncomfortable posture, the choker of the neck, or because of excitement, the rosy color of the cheeks spread throughout the face.

She sweetened her lips with a reddish face, then closed tightly.

“And then? Ezet.”

“…… ”

“Is there anything you want?”

He looked as if he was saying.
It couldn’t be possible.
Ezet couldn’t answer and strained her thighs.

“Ah, a little more inside…”

Every time Edmond’s fingers twitched on the soft flesh inside her thighs, Ezet couldn’t stand the sourness between her legs.
She wanted Edmond to touch the place where she started flinching and spewing liquid.
She wanted him to play with his fingertips, put his palms up to the side, rub off her wet underwear, and wash it with his mouth.

But she couldn’t bring herself to say that desire.