
Introduction
Curtis chuckled softly, his voice soothing, "Please, don't fear, my Luna. I have no intention of consigning you to the realm of Hades, as I have done with other royal families." His hand grazed my cheek, his eyes ablaze with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine.
"Show me the results of our shared lessons in satisfying men," Curtis commanded.
Trembling, my hands tentatively explored Curtis' muscular frame. The fear of death propelled me to obey his orders, despite my apprehension.
Never could I have imagined that my purchase of a slave would trigger the downfall of my kingdom through Curtis' unexpected onslaught. Now, I must ready myself to trade places with Curtis, to become his captive. As I desperately cling to the hope of an opportunity to escape, I silently pray that fate will intervene, granting me a chance to reclaim my freedom...
Chapter 1
Swana Pov.
Tonight was supposed to be an amazing night for me and my fiancé, Duke Killian Sinclair. He was preparing to take me to his mansion like any other noble before the wedding procession. But this dream was shattered into pieces because of one ridiculous reason he said.
"Swana, I didn't think you were so bad at satisfying men," Killian said, causing me to almost fall to the floor.
That statement broke my heart. I had been taught etiquette, bookkeeping, music, embroidery and socializing as my preparation for becoming a duke's wife. But satisfying a man? that vulgarity has never been on my lesson agenda. Sadly, Killian asked for it. Of course I was desperate because I didn't know what to do.
"But I never learned that. My family never said anything about satisfying men. We never even talked about it," I replied desperately. Hoping that Killian understood the reason why I couldn't respond well to his kiss. I almost threw up when Killian's tongue entered my mouth and played there.
It would be a serious problem if Killian called off our engagement. I would become a neglected girl who could only marry a man of lower status than me or become a noble concubine. Just imagining it terrified me.
"Then you want me to have another woman who can satisfy me and you just be a wife in name?" Killian asked. Her gray eyes looked at me sharply. He brushed back his blond hair, framing his stern face.
"You know, I don't mind having many concubines at all. Even if it's just a waste of funds because you women really spend money, " Killian said.
No, I didn't want to live in the agony of having to watch my husband with another woman. Because everyone knows the fate of a woman who has no children from her husband. For that woman, life is no different from death.
"Please give me a chance. I'll learn quickly so that you won't be disappointed," I pleaded with tears in my eyes.
Killian smiled arrogantly. That's how noble men of high position are. Sometimes I'm sick of all this. But this is the life of a noble and there's nothing I can do about it. If I could, I'd like to give Killian a slap. He's so arrogant about having everything that it makes me sick.
Killian's hand drifted up to my face and landed gently on my lips. His thumb pressed there, entering my mouth and playing with my tongue.
"You'd better learn fast. I can't wait for your lips and tongue to play for me," Killian replied.
After saying that, he withdrew his hand. I hurriedly nodded.
"Thank you for the opportunity you have given me, Your Highness," I said.
"I will leave then. Make sure you're good at satisfying men when I return."
Killian turned around and left me slumped on the floor. Killian's words were truly disgusting. Among all the things he could ask for, why would he ask for such a vulgar and disgusting thing.
Nancy, who was my personal maid, came into the room. She was surprised when see me sitting on the floor. She immediately came to me and helped me up.
"My lady, what happened? Why your face so pale?" Nancy asked.
I struggled to get up from the floor. My legs still felt weak.
"What should I do?" I muttered. I held Nancy's hand and looked at her.
"Aunt Nancy, what should I do to satisfy a man?" I asked.
Nancy's eyes widened in surprise. Of all the things I asked, she must have been surprised to hear me ask how to satisfy a man. Nancy's expression changes, her eyebrows dip, then her eyes narrow. She seemed suspicious of what happened to me and Killian when we were left alone in this room.
"Did the duke saying something vulgar, my lady?" asked Nancy.
I could never lie to Nancy. She took care of me from childhood. So I nodded slowly.
"He asked me to learn how to satisfy a man," I said softly, almost in a whisper.
Nancy's reaction was exactly as I expected. She covered her gaping mouth with both hands.
"Oh My Gosh, that's really... normal."
"What!?" I almost screamed when she said that what Killian wanted was normal.
She smiled then started explaining what I should do as a woman.
"My lady, in addition to performing the duties of managing the household of the duke's residence, you must also perform the most important duty while being his wife. That duty is to give birth to the duke's successor. "
Nancy went on to explain, "Besides that, looking good and being able to satisfy your husband are important. You don't want your husband to have a mistress, do you?"
Yes, I am well aware of that. But isn't the process up to the man? Why is Killian now telling me to think of ways to get him turn on? All this is make me confius.
"I need to find someone to train with," I muttered. That's what was going through my head at the moment. But the problem came back when I had to find a man to train with. One wrong choice would lead to scandal and disaster. I could be socially ostracized, and worst of all I would be abandoned by my family.
"Gladiator slave."
The word suddenly popped into my head. They were powerful slaves and mostly came from knights or nobles of other conquered kingdoms.
"Aunt Nancy, I have an idea. How about I buy a slave to practice satisfying men?"
I knew it was a crazy idea, but there was no way I could ask my knight or my noble friend for help. They would easily spill my secret. Only slaves can keep their old secrets because their lives depend on their masters.
Nancy's face, which had been radiant, now paled as if she had lost a lot of blood.
She looked at me like I was a scary monster.
"Prepare the carriage, Aunt Nancy. I will buy a handsome slave. "
Tbc
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