Chapter 23: Franz's Situation (3)
- Reira ☾⋆⁺₊✧ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁
- Nov 7, 2025
- 12 min read
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In truth, Leta’s words had been purely impulsive.
Of course, Leta didn’t completely lack feelings for Franz. There was no way she could dislike a man with a good body and good manners. His face was a bit ordinary, but after all, men as beautiful as elves only existed in novels.
Still, Leta had long since given up hope that things would work out with Franz.
It was because of her family circumstances.
‘Even if Franz is a fallen noble, he’s still a noble. There’s no way someone like me, a commoner, could end up with him.’
She wasn’t just a commoner — she was a 'poor' commoner. As the eldest [1] daughter, with a string of younger siblings to look after, she couldn’t even dare to dream of falling in love with anyone.
‘If Franz knew my situation, he’d run away too. So I shouldn’t let myself get greedy and make things worse.’
Things were going well between them, so why make things awkward? If he were to openly distance himself, it would probably leave her deeply hurt.
But the more she got to know him, the deeper her feelings for Franz grew — so much so that her thoughts even reached this point.
‘Come on, is marriage the only kind of relationship between men and women? We can just enjoy each other! We’re adults, after all!’
These thoughts grew stronger and stronger until even Franz started appearing in her dreams.
Fortunately, Leta didn’t completely let go of her rational side. In the first place, even if she was harbouring such unrequited feelings for Franz, there was no way his heart would be the same.
‘This is all because of pent-up desires. I should just read a book.’
After Viviana became the Duchess, the ducal library became much more relaxed. There was no longer any need to get Duke Fortuna’s permission to acquire books, as had been required before.
But for some reason, Leta no longer found those kinds of books interesting.
‘It’s not thrilling enough. I want something more, like that fluttery, tingly feeling you get when love is just starting…’
And, like any die-hard fan, she came to this conclusion.
‘If it doesn’t exist, why not write it myself?’
That’s how the childhood-friend story Franz read came to be.
However, as expected, the path of creation was long and arduous. Her motivation was high, yet the words she produced were few, and the scenes progressed only slowly.
‘It should feel more natural — you know, like bam, bam, and then snap! That kind of vibe.’
She was supposed to convey how incredibly good it felt to have sex with the male lead, but it just didn’t come out the way she felt inside. It ended up feeling kind of vague.
But after Franz pointed out that part, anger welled up inside her.
‘You don’t even know how I feel!’
“That’s exactly why I’m going to do it!”
Leta had no idea what consequences that impulsive remark would bring.
"I’ll do my best."
Because Franz was sincere as well.
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Since they couldn’t make love in the library, they naturally moved to another place.
Leta shared her room with the other maids, so it was impossible to go there. The place they went was none other than Franz’s room.
Apart from a bed and a desk piled high with papers, the room was bare. Despite his usually neat appearance, he seemed a bit careless with personal belongings; his clothes were crumpled up in one corner.
“I never imagined I’d have someone in my room… this is embarrassing.”
The things that embarrassed him were kind of unusual.
“No, it’s not really that messy.”
The clothes were crumpled, but the floor was spotless with not a speck of dust anywhere.
Thud.
When the door closed, Leta’s shoulders stiffened as the reality of being alone with a man sank in.
'Right. I came here to have sex. With him.'
She glanced at Franz out of the corner of her eye. His neat face wore the usual kind smile. There wasn’t a trace of tension on him.
“First, shall we undress?”
“Huh? What?”
Before she could respond, Franz began undoing his shirt. Through the gap of the white shirt, her hand almost instinctively reached his firm chest.
‘As expected, he's impressive.’
Even on a second glance, his physique was striking. He looked even sexier with the shirt just draped over him, not fully taken off.
Seeing his composed face made her feel an inexplicable urge to prove herself.
‘Who says I can’t undress?’
Leta also began unbuttoning her maid uniform. The cumbersome outfit took time to remove. Franz watched quietly as she undid each button, his gaze calm and steady.
'What’s with this guy?'
She felt unnecessarily tense, and her mouth went dry. Since he wasn’t fully naked either, there was no need to take everything off. Leta faced Franz, leaving a thin camisole over her underwear.
Franz’s hand touched her thigh.
“Uh!”
When a calloused, firm hand touched a place that no one’s hand had ever reached, her body instinctively recoiled.
Seeing her tense, Franz withdrew his hand without protest. He rubbed his face with his palm and sighed.
“Haa.”
For some reason, it sounded as if he were scolding her. Leta narrowed her eyes and glared at Franz.
“Why? Do you want to run away now?”
“Who’s the one who wants to…”
“I-I’m not scared at all!”
Anyway, he was someone she’d never get deeply involved with under normal circumstances. Leta, feeling all or nothing, decided to go for it. With a sigh, Franz took her hand and led her toward the bed.
“Please sit over here.”
Sitting on the clean bed, her heart raced so hard it made her dizzy again.
Franz moved closer and once again placed his hand on her thigh.
‘Who said I’d run away?’
Leta bit her lip and lifted her chin in silent defiance. But as his finger slowly traced over the folds of her underwear, her face instantly flushed bright red, like a ripe tomato.
Her body flinched involuntarily, every muscle tensing.
‘I’m nervous.’
She was more nervous now than when she had interviewed for the maid position. She was so overwhelmed that she almost forgot to breathe.
The finger that had been slowly tracing her folds pressed firmly against the parted tip. Leta’s eyes widened.
‘He’s stimulating my clitoris!’
It was exactly the scene she’d only ever read in novels!
She had read that touching here felt good, and sometimes, when she masturbated alone, she’d rub it with her index finger. Back then, it had always seemed hidden between the plump folds, but now it was firm and pointed.
She hadn’t even done anything yet, but her body, tensing on its own, had already started leaking arousal. Her underwear was damp, making the outline of her pussy stand out.
Noticing how wet she was, Franz’s touch grew bolder. As if caressing bare skin, his finger diligently rubbed her clitoris over her underwear.
Heat surged through both their bodies. Before they knew it, their bodies had naturally drawn close. Leta’s eyes fell on his firm chest.
‘I want to touch it.’
Her eyes fell on the small nipple, slightly different in shape from a woman’s. Unconsciously, Leta reached out and traced the apricot-colored areola with her fingers. Franz’s body jolted noticeably.
“Huh?”
At that very moment, Leta’s body toppled backward. The firm body that had positioned itself between her legs pressed its erection against her.
Neither of them had removed their underwear, but the full weight and feel of his cock pressed through the thin fabric.
Franz rubbed his cock against hers, as if mimicking penetration.
“Aheug!”
The old bed creaked loudly. The friction of their rubbing genitals made her underwear sticky, the dampness spreading all the way down to her thighs.
A large hand kneaded Leta’s breast over her camisole. Her sharply pointed nipple stood erect, clearly revealing itself. His firm fingers grabbed it tightly and twisted.
“Ahng!”
It was a sharp pain, but the pleasure was even greater.
‘It really feels like sex.’
Even without any bare skin touching, it was erotic. The firm cock pressing against her below made it vividly clear that he was aroused, too.
‘So this is the raw sensation!’
Now she could see why Franz had called the story she wrote unrealistic.
His sticky, damp breath pressed against her, warm and palpable.
Nothing about the situation was appealing, yet her body reacted honestly, aroused. Maybe it was something more raw and instinctual.
It was sex, yet not quite sex. The act only ended once Leta experienced a light climax.
As she was panting heavily, the hard shaft that had been pressing hotly against her pussy slipped away. Looking on with a puzzled expression, Leta couldn’t help but widen her eyes.
‘Th-that’s it!’
The novel only had descriptions, no illustrations. So this was her first time seeing an adult man’s cock in real life.
When he pulled aside his soiled, stained underwear, his hard, erect cock popped out. Fully aroused, it twitched toward his navel in a way that was almost menacing.
Seeing Leta unable to look away and still staring, Franz let out a quiet chuckle.
“Why? Is it smaller than in the novels?”
“Well, in the novels, they only say it’s as thick as a child’s arm…”
“I guess there might be people like that.”
Franz tossed aside his trousers and underwear, then reached for Leta’s panties. When he pulled the strings on either side, the sticky, wet undergarment slowly came off. Looking down at his shaft glistening with her love juices, he spoke in a low voice.
“But it looks far too tight for a cock like that to fit in.”
"...!"
She had literally meant that the novels described it as no thicker than a child’s arm — she hadn’t meant to imply that Franz’s cock was small!
But there was no time to clear up that misunderstanding. Franz’s fingers were already sliding into her exposed pussy.
‘It's so hard!’
Just as Franz had said, it wasn’t entirely pleasant. His fingers were stiff and thick, painfully forcing their way past her delicate inner walls. And it was extremely tight. She was amazed at how easily his fingers slid in despite the narrow space.
“Ngh.”
But was the feeling bad? Not at all. A strange, tickling sensation from deep inside her belly, combined with the guilty thrill of exposing her most private place to another, stirred strong excitement.
Franz bent his fingers to tap inside her and moved them in gentle circles, as if widening a tiny tunnel, patiently pleasuring her lower body. Meanwhile, his lips licked Leta’s firm, prominent nipples.
His soft tongue glided smoothly over her nipple before sucking hard. Each time his teeth lightly grazed her, a tingling shock ran down the length of Leta’s spine.
‘This feels strange.’
Leta’s eyes met Franz’s. Her heart raced. Was it because their bare skin was touching? He felt unbearably dear to her.
Without either of them taking the lead, their lips met in a soft, lingering kiss.
Even without saying a word, she felt a strangely intimate closeness to him.
‘Could Franz be feeling the same as I am?’
As they kissed, Franz placed both arms on Leta’s head, his large body fully covering hers. Her legs naturally spread apart, and his erect cock pressed against her pussy.
"...!"
At the feeling of his heavy glans pressing against the entrance, Leta’s eyes widened. The tip pressed forward repeatedly, forcing its way into the impossibly tight opening.
“Ah!”
And then, in a single motion, he thrust with force, pushing his cock all the way in at once.
The glans pierced far deeper than his fingers had, in a single thrust. At the same time, Leta’s body trembled, and her lips formed a round 'O.'
‘What is this?!’
Her pussy burned from suddenly taking in something so large. Her pelvis ached, perhaps from being stretched to its limit.
‘Just how far has it gone in?’
Leta instinctively glanced down at her lower abdomen to judge by sight, but soon had no choice but to throw her head back and cry out.
As if he had been moving slowly, like on a stroll until now, Franz’s hips began to move rhythmically.
“Ugh! Ahnng!”
When his cock withdrew, her inner walls tightened, only to open helplessly again as the glans pushed back in. The sensation of the firm cock plunging deep inside her was vivid.
Everything was intensely stimulating: the feeling of his testicles slapping against her sweat-slicked buttocks, Franz’s face glistening with sweat, and his member thrusting deeply inside her.
‘It feels weird!’
The pleasure, uncannily like what she had felt when he rubbed her clitoris earlier, throbbed deep inside her. Panting, Leta clung to his firm shoulders. The shirt draped over him was already soaked with sweat.
Suddenly, the area just above her tailbone tingled, and her lower back arched.
“Ahhh!”
At the same time, her lower region clenched tightly, and her love juices poured out.
“Keug!”
Unable to hold back any longer, Franz thrust forcefully. A gush of semen spilled from the tip of his member.
Her inner walls, coated with semen, felt much softer and warmer than before. Even after ejaculating once, Franz’s cock was still firm.
Even the nape of his neck had flushed bright red.
“Feels good,”
“Huh?”
"I said it feels good. How about you? Does it hurt?"
"It doesn’t hurt, but..."
It almost felt a bit tingly?
It was then, as Leta, who was inexperienced with her first sexual encounter and unsure of the sensations, was carefully choosing her words to answer—
“Ah!”
—The shaft that had slipped out slowly slid back inside her.
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‘Wow, I honestly don’t even know what it felt like halfway through.’
With each hard thrust of his cock, her buttocks hit his thighs and reddened, and her whole body trembled.
Leta blinked briefly as she replayed the lovemaking in her mind and shrugged.
‘Well, it’s not like my novel was completely off the mark.’
Each time the tip of his glans struck her inner walls, it felt like stars were bursting before her eyes. With just the addition of sweat and shame, it was exactly the kind of sex she had imagined.
Leta turned her body and looked at Franz’s broad back as he sat perched on the edge of the bed, wiping his body with a wet towel.
To think she’d ended up spending time like this on the bed with someone she’d thought had no interest in her. Just that fact alone made her heart swell.
‘He looks even more handsome than before.’
Her heart fluttered with pleasure. At that moment, Franz finally took off the shirt he’d been wearing even during their lovemaking. At first, she thought he had simply forgotten, but seeing his bare torso made Leta instinctively sit up in bed.
“There...”
“Ah.”
His left arm was slightly twisted, and the skin looked dark, almost as if an extra layer had been laid over it. Franz pressed the scar with his fingers, offering an awkward, faint smile.
“I couldn’t become a knight because this arm was injured.”
The broken bone hadn’t been properly set and had healed slightly crooked. It still looked quite painful now — one could only imagine what it must have been like back then.
Leta’s face twisted unconsciously as she imagined the pain. Misreading her expression, Franz covered the scar with his right hand.
“It’s ugly, isn’t it? But it’s not something that will be visible…”
“It’s not ugly at all! I was just looking because it seemed like it must have hurt a lot."
Leta answered loudly, and Franz stiffened slightly in surprise. She stepped closer, and her slender fingers gently brushed over the uneven scar.
It was a scar left from flesh that had torn and healed naturally. Leta’s face automatically frowned.
“It must have hurt a lot back then.”
“I don’t remember it clearly. It was a long time ago.”
“That’s impossible. It must have been the day your dream was shattered.”
Franz flinched noticeably at Leta’s words. Unaware of his reaction, Leta smiled brightly and spoke.
“Still, thank you for enduring it so well.”
Franz, momentarily lost in thought, slowly reached out his hand toward Leta.
"…You sound just like my mother."
“What are you talking about? I’m not your mother, Franz.”
“Of course.”
His strong arms pulled Leta into a tight embrace. Even though they had just made love, the sudden touch of his bare skin made her heart race all over again.
“I’m delighted to have met a woman as kind as you.”
His low voice made the tips of her ears tingle. Leta didn’t know what to do and could only blush. Franz was the first to release the hands that had been holding her. He then bowed his head politely.
“Please take care of me from now on.”
“Huh? M-me too…”
Caught off guard, Leta instinctively lowered her head, then tilted it slightly in puzzlement and asked again.
“…What do you mean by ‘Please take care of me’?”
“You don’t mean to sleep with me just once and then discard me, do you?”
“Discard…”
'What was this man even saying?!’
“I-I’ve never had such shameless thoughts! No, and besides, saying I slept with you is a bit…”
She couldn’t even utter the words, ‘Isn’t that strange?’ since Franz interrupted her once more and said this.
"So, please take good care of me."
“...”
Somehow, it didn’t seem like that meant they were only going to have sex from now on.
‘Ah, whatever.’
After all, it had felt maddeningly pleasurable. Instead of answering, Leta wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.
Translator's Corner:
[1] This paragraph said "장녀로서" which means eldest daughter... but previously it said youngest in the RAWs, so for consistency, I've updated it in the previous chapter (ch 22) that Leta is actually the eldest!
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