“Oh, Duke!”
Until he met Duke, Niall had never received any attention on his nipples.
Even during sex, he had never taken off his upper garments. There were people who demanded that he strip completely, but Niall laughed it off with a polite refusal. So, until Duke did this, Niall didn’t know his nipples could be so sensitive.
As Duke’s trembling tongue touched the tip of Niall’s nipple and pressed deeper, Niall’s spine shivered. He wanted to touch his chest. If he couldn’t, he wanted to get rid of it. He felt his nipples growing. As the tiny flesh swelled with stimulation, Duke rose up firm and erect, ready for Duke to suck.
Niall moaned, leaned back, and shook his head. His nails scratched and grazed across the velvet sofa. The sound of his nails passing over the armrest was heard. Duke clung to his small nipple, as if sucking milk from it.
“Praise me.”
With Niall clinging tightly to the sofa’s ornamentation, he praised with a trembling voice.
“Magnificent, Duke. Ah, your name, even across the sea, your name… ah!”
Though he commanded praise, Duke didn’t bother to listen and instead wrapped his tongue around Niall’s nipple. Unable to endure any longer, Niall collapsed onto Duke’s body. The positions reversed, with Duke mounting Niall again, burying his head in his chest.
Ah, Niall gasped, reaching out his arms as if hoping someone would grab them and help him up. But there was no one to grab and pull his hand, and Niall had to endure Duke sucking his chest without rest.
Any man wouldn’t be different, but Niall also liked handsome people. All the men he had dated until now were charming types with bright hair and bright eyes.
Duke was nothing like them. He was a rarity with silver-blue hair that couldn’t be found anywhere else in the world. His eyes were dark, his personality fierce, and he was not easy to approach due to his standoffishness. No, even before his standoffishness, his status was too high for Niall to attempt anything.
When Niall first saw him, he thought if he were an omega or beta, he would have kneeled and begged. He would have begged for just one kiss, no matter how much pain he caused him.
Every time he met him, Niall felt a sense of awe, like seeing a corner of a legend. It was amazing how such a thing could exist. It felt like mythical imagination coming to life, filled with radiant reverence.
“Have I satisfied your desires?”
Every time Duke asked that after detaching his lips from Niall’s nipple, Niall nodded and sighed. Because when he did so, Duke’s expression became triumphant.
Upon hearing that he had fulfilled the omega’s desires, Duke raised his high nose slightly higher and looked pleased, his face smug yet adorable. His emotions varied slightly every day, sometimes being annoying and angering him, and other times being cute and making him laugh.
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Fake love. Love with an expiration date. Even if these emotions were based on falsehoods, they were undoubtedly in a relationship now. And Niall was always the lover who did his best to accommodate his partner.
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It would be regrettable when it was time to break up. Suddenly, that thought crossed his mind. He wished Duke’s engagement could be delayed a little longer. But it was an unattainable wish, and Niall soon shook his head and dispersed the thought.
On the morning when Duke was leaving to meet his fiancée. When he opened the door, as always, Duke was standing there. The Duke of that morning didn’t complain about being an omega to Niall, nor did he shout at him to be put. He just quietly looked into Niall’s eyes and said,
“Niall.”
“Yes?”
“Don’t cheat until I come back.”
“…”
“Answer me, Niall.”
The sunlight streamed in through the window and settled on Duke’s silver-blue hair. Niall unconsciously reached out and stroked Duke’s hair. The two stood there for a while. Niall touching Duke’s hair, and Duke waiting quietly.
After a while, Niall nodded.
“Yes, Duke. I won’t cheat. So please come back soon…”
Chapter 6
The lords of the North gathered at Shiralund Castle. Their faces, as they entered the castle gates bearing their family crests and brandishing their swords, were as cold and solid as chunks of ice.
Some were as sophisticated as central nobles, while others appeared in rough bear skin coats. The commonality among these people was their unwavering loyalty to the Duke of the North, Magnus Shiralund.
Although Duke had been engaged four times before, there had never been an engagement ceremony held in this castle. Now, as the soon-to-be bride finally visited the castle, everyone from the lords to the servants inside the castle felt the weight on their shoulders.
As the day of Duke’s return finally arrived at the end of the fortnight, everyone in the castle came out to clear the snow, especially since it had snowed heavily the day before.
“…ill. Niall?”
A hand waved in front of him, calling his name. Niall snapped out of his thoughts and looked at the hand shaking in front of him.
“What are you doing? I told you to clear the snow, didn’t I?”
“Sorry. I’ll do it now.”
Niall quickly ran to the warehouse, grabbed a broom, and returned. Seeing this, the person clicked their tongue.
“Niall, what’s with the broom? The snow’s piled up knee-deep, and you want to sweep it? You should shovel it first, then sweep.”
“Oh.”
Niall realized his mistake as he looked at the broom in his hand.
“Why are you so absent-minded lately? Because you miss Duke?”
Coming out of the warehouse with a shovel and handing it to Niall, the person joked. Niall just smiled sheepishly.
“Even if you miss him, hold on a bit longer. Soon, the one who will be engaged will come over that gate.”
“Yeah.”
“Now, let’s clear the snow. Vigorously. Right?”
Niall exerted force with the shovel. As he tirelessly shoveled without straightening his waist, the person finally clapped, saying he was now doing the job properly.
The procession of Duke’s fiancée, Lady Ellem, and her entourage arrived at Shiralund Castle just after noon. Seven carriages lined up, but only two were occupied, while the others were loaded with luggage, all gifts sent by Count Ellem.
“Did you see? I just helped move a crystal angel statue, and it was really amazing. The roses the angel was holding looked so vivid, as if they were alive!”
“I saw something interesting. I was organizing the fiancée’s wardrobe, and I’ve never seen such delicate and fragile lace in my life. I was afraid it would tear just by touching it. And the colors, how vibrant they are. I’ve never seen a coat in such a bright yellow color. I didn’t even know it was possible. How did the people in the central lands even think of making coats in yellow?”
The servants who were enlisted to organize the fiancée’s belongings returned and chattered about what they had seen. The items crafted by skilled artisans from the central lands were so delicate and beautiful, ranging from artworks resembling sculptures to essentials like shirts and shoes, that the northern villagers found them overwhelming.
“Niall, let’s go. You haven’t finished unpacking, so you might see more if you go now. I heard the fiancée is still outside. Let’s go and see together.”
“I’m okay.”
Niall shook his head at the speechmakers. After trying a few more times to persuade him, the workers gave up and hurriedly ran out.
“Did Duke arrive by any chance?”
Before they all disappeared, Niall suddenly asked, seemingly curious. One of the workers nodded dryly.
“Of course. I saw him talking with the lady.”
“I see. Thanks.”
Niall waved with a smile. The worker hastily dashed out without bothering to close the door.
Alone in the deserted lounge, Niall’s smile slowly faded from his face. Soon, he sank deeply into the chair and let out a sigh.
The fiancée of Duke had arrived. Although they knew there was no affection between them, she was still the person who had officially promised to marry Duke. It seemed a bit… odd for him to go and see such a person.
“Haah.”
Niall lowered his hand and wearily gazed into space before finally mustering the strength to rise from his seat. The fiancée’s party had stayed here for a week and was planning to return to the central lands. During this time, Niall had thought he would quietly complete the tasks assigned to him and then retire to his room.
As he stepped outside, he felt a buzz of excitement and anticipation in the air. People were gossiping about Duke’s fiancée. Ignoring the noise, Niall walked briskly to his room.
Why am I so exhausted? I haven’t done much, but I feel so tired. I should just lie down and sleep without bothering to eat tonight.
With these thoughts in mind, Niall opened the door to his room and froze. He hadn’t expected this. Duke was waiting for him inside.
“…Duke?”
