“Are you all right?”
When the sound of the Duke’s footsteps had completely disappeared, the majordomo asked.
“Absolutely. It is nothing serious. Just a tear and some bleeding. More than that.”
Niall received the handkerchief that the majordomo was handing over, and looked in the direction where the Duke had disappeared.
“I have never seen someone so beautiful.”
No one spoke of the Duke’s outward appearance, including Gerard, Count Nuberi, and Phil, as well as the barn’s servants. It was a pity because had he known about the Duke’s outward appearance before leaving for the North, it would have thinned down the pain of crossing the wilderness.
“Beautiful, you say?”
The majordomo’s expression became a little strange. Niall asked again.
“Why? Is the Duke’s face not considered to be beautiful in the North?”
“No, of course, His Grace’s appearance is beautiful. But we Northerners do not speak of Duke’s appearance. His Grace is just…… Well, since it is His Grace after all.”
The majordomo seemed a little flustered after answering like that, but soon regained his original composure and spoke to Niall.
“Since the Duke has returned, please do not come to the stable anymore.”
Niall nodded as well. The Duke’s appearance has no effect on the commission. Apart from that, even if the Duke was a hideous-looking man, Niall had to attend to the Duke at night. Now that the Duke had returned, it was his turn to do his duty. However……
“This will not be easy.”
Niall licked his torn lips and muttered to himself.
It truly didn’t seem easy.
∞ ∞ ∞
To get to the Duke’s room, one had to pass several corridors lined with high ceilings and guardian statues of saints like a chapel. The man who guided Niall was a blunt knight with golden hair and gray eyes. He thoroughly searched Niall’s body several times to see if he was hiding a blade before opening the door.
“Your Grace, this is Niall Giles.”
When the door opened, a large space appeared. Niall glanced around the room.
It is said that one can guess the personality of the owner just by looking at the room. It was clear, then, that the owner of this room had the tendency to dislike whatever was unnecessary and cumbersome, even if it was reasonably so.
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The large desk and bookshelves were carved out of solid black wood. On top of that were crude iron ornaments that seemed to be extracted through metallurgy.
The floor had a rush matting and no further decorations. Everything was rough and simple, except for the stone fireplace, which was unusually large. It was a huge fireplace that served the purpose of heating.
Niall slowly approached the Duke. Keep your head slightly lowered and your steps not too big. Be polite, but do not look servile. He was a commoner, not a criminal, and he was officially commissioned.
“Duke.”
Niall bent his knees, neatly kept his hands on both sides, bowed, and looked at the Duke.
The Duke, who looked like a soldier by day, wore a long velvet robe that looked comfortable. The color was almost blackish purple, and the edge was lined with sable hair. A belt of green jewels was worn around his waist, which dangerously accentuated the line from his broad shoulders down to his waist.
The stone fireplace hung over the high bridge of the Duke’s nose, casting a distinct shadow. The contrast made the Duke look beautiful and dangerous. If there were a poet in this place, he would be able to create about a hundred narratives using the shadow of the Duke’s eyebrows alone.
Why does a man like him suffer from mysophobia?
Niall thought to himself.
And how could this man have such a fitting mental illness? An alpha who rejects an omega.
Almost like a legendary animal that slowly kills itself?
“Lowly thing.”
Then the Duke opened his mouth. Niall came to his senses and lowered his eyes to the extent that it was polite. The Duke was still so beautiful that he couldn’t take his eyes off him, but he didn’t want to be hit for staring at him again.
“I shall give you a chance to cure the illness of the Duke of Shiralund, the guardian of the North and the blood of an ancient hero.”
Niall thought that the Duke was speaking as if he were bestowing a great privilege on him.
“I must be cured.”
He walked slowly toward Niall.
“Even if I have to borrow the body of a lowly thing like you, I must be cured and succeed the duchy.”
Is that so? It would be an honor. Niall kept a calm face and sneered inwardly.
“Lowly thing, do whatever it takes to cure my illness before spring arrives. If you fail, you will not get what you were promised.”
It was the first time he had heard of that. Niall blinked quietly and asked.
“What is the definition of the word ‘cure’?”
“To make me get an erection.”
“……”
“So that I can put it into someone else’s body and ejaculate.”
Niall couldn’t respond to that and lowered his head. It was really difficult.
In fact, Niall accepted the commission and didn’t really think the job would be that hard. He also felt complacent about how difficult could it really be to make an adult alpha capable of sexual intercourse.
However, the Duke who he met face-to-face was contrary to his expectations in every way.
Ice Lord. Cold Northern man. Frosty breath of a frozen purple heart.
Before coming here, Niall vaguely created an image of the Duke of Shiralund in his head. That he was a man with a one-track mind that was as dull as if it had been cut roughly with a chisel and as nasty as the Northern cold.
Niall was not interested in the Duke’s personality. Any man, Niall believed, would eventually get an erection once he pulled off his pants and grabbed his penis. Especially if the guy was an alpha.
However, the owner of the ice castle whom he actually met had such cold eyes. The ice was ice, but it was not bluntly cut, but splendid and sensitive flowers made of snow crystals.
To be honest, Niall liked the Duke’s appearance very much. Originally, Niall was a man who was terribly weak to beauty—which man would not be?—and the Duke was the most beautiful of all the creatures Niall had ever seen.
If the Duke had been an omega, at least if he had been a beta – and if only he had been a little shorter – Niall would have gotten down on his knees and wooed him, not caring whether he was a Duke or whatever. No matter how many times he was hit with a staff, he would have begged for a kiss.
However, the Duke of reality was an alpha instead of an omega, hated him, and even contemptuously called him a ‘lowly thing’ rather than by his name.
To make a man like him get an erection…… Niall was in trouble. He thought the Duke could probably make him get an erection, but it seemed impossible the other way around. No, in the first place, words like ‘erection’ and ‘Duke’ didn’t go well together.
“I hate omegas.”
The Duke said while looking at the blazing fire.
“I hate people. Among them, I hate omegas to the point where they make me shudder.”
Niall smiled bitterly.
“Take them off.”
“……”
“Lowly thing, are you not a male prostitute?”
“Duke, please do not call me that.”
“You came here for money to make me get an erection. If not a male prostitute, then what are you?”
Niall couldn’t answer. He bit his lip and let go, slowly untying the knot on his coat. He loosened the cuffs of his sleeves and crossed his arms at the top to pull up his shirt.
When he stood with his shirt off, the Duke pointed to his bottom with the tip of his chin. Niall unbuttoned his pants as well. After unbuttoning a couple of buttons, the pants slipped down easily.
Not stopping there, Niall pulled down his underpants too. When he glanced up, he saw that the Duke was staring at what Niall was doing with his eyes wide open.
He seems to have such a terribly short fuse. Niall, lamenting inwardly, stepped on his underpants and undressed completely.
Niall stood upright and looked at the Duke, showing off his long pink penis without hesitation. Is it okay now? I was told to take them off, so I did. It seemed he was insisting.
The Duke’s gaze went down to Niall’s neck and shoulders and then to his chest. Even to his slim waist and flat stomach. And even to his genitals below.
Niall thought he was in good shape. No, actually, he was actually proud of being rather dashing. He was not of the bulky muscular type, but he had long, slender muscles well attached here and there, and at six feet tall, he was taller than the average Midlander man.
His arms and legs were long to match his height, and his penis was quite large, so the satisfaction of the omegas who slept with him was also high. Truthfully, he could confidently say that he had a body that didn’t lose in any aspect.
Of course, the Duke did not think like that. The expression on the Duke’s face when he saw Niall’s naked body got worse and worse, and then he covered his mouth with one hand without even realizing it, then immediately put it down.
He seemed to be trying to put on a dignified expression, but the Duke’s face was already pale. And the glimpse of disgust reflected in his eyes. Horror.
With the way things are going, the commission could fail and of course, I could be killed by the client as well.
Niall thought to himself as he saw the Duke whose disgust grew more and more than horror. There was no need to make me show my genitals… anyway, this guy’s temper is the problem.
I feel bad for niall🥺
Me too
Thanks for the update
Thanks for the chapter 🌹
Niall took an +S class mission istg lol
I hate it when I’m an early reader
I like bow he is thinking: I’m not a problem, he is a problem
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I hope this gets better…