Undercover Infiltration Duchess

Approaching Black Shadow (2)

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“You want to be my complete wife.
Legally, too.”

Ezet nodded without looking back at Edmond.

“On paper, divorcing Erit Jaxen and remarrying you is the cleanest way.
But I don’t want to do that.”

“Is it because of the non-divorceable condition?”

“No, then, won’t your first marriage become my remarriage?”

It was natural that he lived a life where he didn’t know when his neck would fly when he was a mercenary, but three years after the wedding, Edmond had never touched a woman’s body.
Edmond, a married man for three years, had his first experience with Ezet.

Originally unconstrained by institutions or laws, Edmond had little regard for his wife’s existence on paper.
He didn’t cheat on his wife not because he respected her but because he wasn’t interested in women.

It was Ezet whom he first recognized as a “wife.” Maybe that’s why he didn’t want to leave any flaws in Ezet’s history.

It wasn’t because of her perfectionist personality; it was the purity of a man who wanted to give everything to a woman he loved.

“The other is to change your name to Erit and revise the documents.
But I don’t really like this side either.”

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“Why? Isn’t that the least problematic?”

“I like calling your name.”

Ezet.

The husband’s eyes, which called her name in a low, soft voice, were so sweet that Ezet leaned against him without realizing it and closed her eyes.
The man slightly sucked her soft elastic lips and let them go.

“Don’t you want to be called by your original name? Ezet.”

“That’s true, but…”

“So I’ve come up with another way.”

“Which one?”

“To annul my marriage to your sister.”

“Annul? How?”

Erit ran away at night, and Edmond made love in the bedroom with a woman who was not his wife.
It was a valid divorce condition, but it was a term to break up the marriage, not annul it.

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The marriage of a great aristocrat was a combination of families, and it was like a business with political interests, not love between men and women.
There is no way that such a thing can be simply nullified.

“I can give up my title.”

The Duke of Jaxen adopted Edmond, but being adopted does not mean he can inherit the title.
To inherit the territory and property attached to the title, one had to marry and start a family.
It wasn’t an obligation to end with a wedding; it was an obligation to continue until it produced a successor.

“If I give up my title, I’m not the Duke of Jaxen.
My succession to the throne is invalid because a duke without a wife or heir is not recognized as a nobleman of one.
Of course, marriage after succession is nullified.”

“Then aren’t you being kicked out of the Duchy?”

“I don’t have to worry; I’ve got a fortune from Dragon Lair when I was a mercenary.
But I don’t think I’ll have the power to shake up the empire like I do now.”

“N, not needed.
That kind of thing.”

Harriet’s own family was so weak that he couldn’t even manage his estate, and Ezet continued to live a life that was difficult to see as a noble, although not as much as an ordinary man.
For her, the great wealth and power of Duke Jaxen was a burden, not happiness.

“But isn’t it also too ugly? It’s not the Duke of Jaxen, the greatest aristocrat of the Empire, but it’s the only way to be the wife of a mercenary Edmond.”

“I didn’t like you because you were a Duke.”

Knowing that it was her sister’s husband, she was attracted to him, knowing it wasn’t her man.
She was happy to be held by him.
It was thrilling to see the desire inside her revealed in front of this man and to be forced to sin.

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It’s good to see Edmond’s face.
The sensual low notes call my name, the big hands touching her body, the way she goes up and down heaven in his broad arms, and being loved hot as if she was overflowing.

There was no wealth, no honor, or power in that happy aspiration.
There was no common sense, no morality, no system, no law.
Ezet fell in love with a man named Edmond.

“Will you give up everything and stay with me?”

“I’ve already given up everything before.”

“Oh, I see.”

“You made it that way.
You didn’t notice.”

Ezet grinned and hugged Edmond.
The two fell on the bed, hugging each other.
A large hand skillfully unbuttoned the blouse down.
Every time Ezet kissed Edmond, their moist lips overlapped.

“Edmond…”

“I love you, Ezet, my wife.”

He will dedicate everything to her.
Edmond swore an oath to the woman he loved.
It was initially a vow made by a priest to God when ordained, and it was an oath not even made at a wedding because it was based on obedience and sacrifice.

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“Edmond, now that’s…”

“You don’t have to return the same.
It’s a one-sided pledge.”

A priest does not hesitate to give everything to an unresponsive God.
It was the same with Edmond.
Edmond did not believe in God or destiny.
He was a man who always led everything with a will and a choice.

“Didn’t I tell you? I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Edmond…”

God who creates all things and acts as he pleases, then Edmond’s Ezet, who rules everything he thinks and feels, is his God.
How happy it is to have an object to dedicating everything to right in front of you and in your arms, not an abstract being that you can’t touch or feel.

“Ed, ah….”

Edmond, kissing her white neck and collarbone, opened her clothes, buried his face in a coveted breast, and inhaled deeply.
Her chest smelled sweet and soft.
The white blouse was pushed down, waist-deep, and Edmond’s big hand grabbed Ezet’s slim waist.

“Oh, yeah… Edmond, come on…”

“It’s still daylight, but you’re hasty, Ezet.”

“Edmond wasn’t on the boat with me.
I was alone the whole time.”

She wanted to be with him.