The only son of the first duke, dark hair, dark eyes.
I don’t know why or how, but there is only a hint of trouble.
It occurred to me that if it was the daughter of a shabby countess who accidentally saw the figure she usually hides so perfectly, there was a possibility that she would be erased in private.
“This is ……this figure is …….”
“I won’t tell anyone.”
He was about to say something with a sad look on his face, but I stopped him by covering my words.
I don’t want you to talk about it, because if I hear it, I don’t think I can go back.
Staring back into stunned, rounded eyes, I spoke again.
“In the name of the Countess Reed, I will not say a word.”
(So don’t kill me!)
The Countess Reed family has been a family of quietness for generations.
Peace rather than curiosity, stability rather than excitement, don’t lick the long and thin family’s deep-rooted opportunistic spirit.
Any member of the family would throw away the weakness of the first duke’s family.
You can’t wear such a thing, so get down on your knees and return it!.
“Lady Chelsea……”
The Duke of Beardsley’s son looks like he is about to cry and calls me.
I don’t know why I’m being called out, but that’s a trivial matter.
“Lord Solomon? Are you there?”
“!!!”
Both of them jumped at the same time.
The owner of the voice that was so far away just a moment ago is now just around the corner.
Perhaps she has been looking for the Duke of Beardsley’s son for a long time.
Hearing the sound of steadily approaching footsteps, I came to my senses.
Whoever she is and whatever relationship she has with the person in front of her, she must not be seen with the Duke of Beardsley now in current state.
“Hide!”
In a whisper, she tells the Duke of Beardsley.
But he stumbled as he tried to stand, as if he had lost his strength. He was too late.
(I have to hide him, yeah, but where?)
There is no such thing as a place to hide in a gazebo.
Even if you were to go outside and escape, the end of the street is a wall.
The only way out is in the direction the woman is coming toward you.
There is a distance to push him into the bushes.
Even if I could escape, I don’t think I would be able to hide him from the tall man.
‘Impossible’ were the two words that occupied my mind. My eyes go round and round.
I can’t think of anything. I heard the sound of rustling through the trees, and immediately everything but ‘I have to hide it’ slipped out of my mind.
“Excuse me!”
With a whoosh, it is placed over the head of the crouching Duke of Beardsley’s son.
Skirts.
Yes, your own skirt! What, are you stupid? Are you a pervert? So confused, it is too late.
You can’t pretend that something that has been done didn’t happen.
I was alone in the gazebo and had nothing else to hide from the Duke of Beardsley. But not this one.
He could be the king, depending on the situation, and then, of all people, shove him up her skirt.
No matter how one looks at it, it’s a matter of concern, and it’s impossible to defend.
(Let’s die)
With a faraway look in my eyes, I was a world away. It is the only way.
We have already thrown all other options far away by ourselves.
“Solomon-san, you’re still at ……, huh?”
I meet eyes with a young lady who has just arrived.
She is a buxom beauty who looks good in a red dress.
She is the second daughter of the Marquis Bott, as I recall.
(No, I don’t care about that anymore……)
Dying of shame and fear, I cover my face, almost crying.
“You …… ah …… eh?”
The Marquise Bott’s daughter looked at me quizzically, but her voice flipped over in mid-sentence.
Of course, that would be true. Even though he hidden, there is no way that an adult male of good physique could fit it tightly into her skirt.
You may not know who it is, but you know someone in there.
Now I look like me engaging in a lewd act in an unpopular place.
(Let’s die …… no, someone kill me ……)
Tears trickle from my hollow eyes.
I felt his wriggle in my skirt.
The Duke of Beardsley’s son, who had been frozen until now, seems to have come to his senses.
It is obvious that he is upset, even if he is not visible.
“Ah!“
The movement causes exhalation went to unexpected places. An unknown sensation ran up my spine and I let out an involuntary gasp.
It may be that this made me even more upset, but the high nose of the Duke of Beardsley’s son buried itself in the flesh of my thighs …… and the inside of my thighs, which is pretty gnarly.
“Mmm.”
At the sound of my voice, the Duke of Beardsley’s son and the Marquis of Bott’s daughter froze.
(I can’t do this anymore ……!!!!)
She turns her bright red face to the Marquise of Bott.
With tearful eyes, I pleaded.
“Don’t Look ……”
“Oh!! I’m so sorry to bother you!”
The blushing Marquis of Bott’s daughter turned away and ran off as if she had been played.
I heard a sound like she fell down on the way, but I didn’t have time to care about her.
“We’re good to go…….”
After waiting a dozen seconds, she calls out to the Duke of Beardsley’s son.
But he didn’t move. Or rather, since a moment ago, he has become stiff and motionless.
I had no choice but to lift up my own skirt.
I wanted to cry when the Duke of Beardsley’s son appeared, with his face still shoved into my thigh.
Everything from his ears to his neck is bright red, and his wide-open eyes are moist.
Even though he has had many rumours of romantic involvement, but this may have been the first time he had been shoved up her skirt.
“That ……”
When I call out to him, his body jumps again.
There, as if remembering to breathe for the first time, he took a deep breath.
With his face buried in my thigh.
“Nope.”
“Eh, ah, ah, ah!”
The Duke of Beardsley’s son flips over backwards and onto her buttocks.
He moved away from me in a hurry.
It was as if I had encountered a monster.
I gently pull down my skirt and look down with teary eyes, I have nothing more to lose.
As I wiped away the tears that were spilling out of my eyes, I noticed that the Duke of Beardsley’s son posture had changed before I knew it.
He was like an upturned frog, but now he’s supine and looks like a dung beetle.
Maybe he is crying because he was molested by a woman who he doesn’t know well.
Even if I am acting to protect his as quickly as possible, I am still uncomfortable.
(What if I get punished …… no, no, I don’t care anymore ……)
“Che– Chelsea …… I, no, what a thing I did……”
With his forehead rubbing against the floor, the Duke of Beardsley’s son said, “I’m not sure I’m going to be able to do that.”
“No, I did it on my own. Don’t worry about it.”
(I mean, I’d like to see it wiped clean from my memory.)
“I am sorry that I was so rude to you. I don’t know how can I apologize?”
“No way! You were just protecting me!”
The Duke of Beardsley’s son looked up with a start.
At the same time, blood dripped from his nose.
I offered him a handkerchief, thinking, ‘I guess a beautiful boy doesn’t look dumb even if you have a bloody nose’ as if trying to escape from reality.
“!! I, this is … by no means an indecent imagination.”
“You’ve gone against the grain.”
It was early summer.
It must have been very hot, tucked away in a layered skirt.
I softly interrupted his desperate excuses.
Pressing a handkerchief to his high nose, he looked down in embarrassment.
He holds the handkerchief carefully in both hands and sniffs it.
I have no idea what he was thinking when he muttered, “I’m Fine,” with an euphoric look on his face. With wobbly legs, he somehow manages to stand up.
Then the Duke of Beardsley’s son grabs my hand. To a look that asked where I was going, I replied, “Going back to the hall.”
“I will go and look for the Duke’s family. Could you hide somewhere and wait for me?”
“No. I can’t let anyone see your face like that.”
Apparently she looks terrible because of the crying.
However, I don’t think it will be so noticeable since I am not a striking face to begin with.
“It’s all right, stay here. If I don’t come back for a while, my aides will come looking for me.”
“…… Then I’ll go to the break room.”
Even though I told him out loud that I was going to go fix my makeup, he wouldn’t let go of my hand.
“Stay here.”
With strong eyes, he repeated his words.
How many people could resist the compelling power of his countenance?
I let out one sigh and sits down again in the same place.
The Duke of Beardsley’s son eyes flashed with delight.
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