The Duke’s Imposter Sister

But he answered her in a way that showed his personal feelings towards her and this caused Gris great confusion. The man who was praised by the servants for being a cold but wise duke was not here, this man before her was led by his emotions.

In front of her, there was only a man who was giving her a persistent gaze. She thought maybe this was his usual unguarded face ever since he was born.

But she didnt want to be happy to see his facial expression that Gris knew no one would have seen before. She only expressed regret for Britins princess that a mere whore saw his facial expressions first. Gris closed her eyes before responding to Vianuts revelation.

So, tell me what annoys you about me?

His straight-forward answer was heard in the darkness, You said once that the eyes were the windows of the soul.

With his words Gris recalls that one afternoon, wherein the sun shined brightly. It seemed her words had made a great impression on him when she was painting his portrait back then.

When she opened her eyes again to respond, she found herself locked under his mysterious eyes that seemed to have absorbed the orange light that came from the lit candles in the room. He was carefully examining her expression.

On that occasion, Gris looked him in the eye. His eyes were a peculiar yellow, like the Milky Way in the early morning sky that she saw back in the day.

Her mother used to say that the Milky Way was a river made up of stars which have nowhere to go. It was a place a rendezvous for lost stars.

After hearing the words of her mother back then, she remembered that she had prayed to God to send those wandering stars home quickly.

And now she finds herself praying for Vianut too that if he was lost and wandering, she hoped he could get back to where he was.

Gris, who was looking at Vianuts mysterious but vacant eyes, finally decided to break their eye contact.

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As expected, Vianut seemed unsatisfied with her reaction and stared at her in annoyance.

I wonder where the dirty whores soul is? He told her bitingly.

Gris wonders if his comment was an appreciation of her eyes. She did not satisfy his curiosity, nor his desire to break her.

Maybe Vianut wanted to know why the wh*re from the brothel didnt look like one and if she was not a wh*re, why did she lie to him, and what kind of fraud she intended to commit by pretending to be his sister.

You cannot see my soul because its dark here. Gris, who spoke quietly, lowered her head.

He answered with a low voice, touching his lips as he did so, I did not mean your eyes.

Immediately, she could feel Vianuts gaze looking over her dress. He seemed to be trying to make sure if she was merely overlooking his bad treatment of her. However, he slowly rolled up his sleeves as if giving her a chance to confess the truth to him.

But Gris couldnt take the opportunity he was giving her.

Even in the lowly society, virginity was of great value, and it even became a source for money. If the value of virginity got bigger at this point, she was sure she would be sold to the richest and most perverted man in town.

Vianut also rolled up his other sleeve as if waiting for her to answer while Gris kept her mouth tightly shut. Then he bit his lower lip slowly as if he was going to figure out for himself and said.

You move Vianut told her, but Gris remained silent.

And you will die, he ended. If it had come from another mans mouth, she would have run away. However, the Duke Vianut was also known by the town to be a virgin himself and that he valued the importance of keeping ones chastity before marriage.

She thought he would not ruin his noble soul just to see if she lied to him again. Maybe he would lose interest in her too if she showed him that she didnt care whoever touched her nor care about how she was to be touched.

Gris looked out the window and casted her eyes at the moon with an uninspired look and pondered that everything would be okay if she just held on to that

As you wish She told him

With a grin on his face, Vianut grabbed the end of the ribbon, which was wrapped around her front body as if warning her that he was going to pull the strings.

For a moment, Griss gaze fell on his hand. Vianuts long fingers started pulling the ribbon slowly.

Suddenly she felt the ribbon that used to hold her breast tight came loose. She was so nervous that she couldnt even breathe out, afraid he might catch her true feelings.

When the knot was untied, her breasts, which were ample for her body, revealed itself. Of course he seemed to look at them in detail, but he didnt see anything because it was dark.

As expected, it seemed that there was no other option but to test it.

But Gris was not relieved of the darkness. It was her first time seeing a negligee on a man, and she could only see the Duke because it was too dark around.

The thought that she was going to spend a night with him made Gris heart panic and her thoughts seemed vacant, unable to process what was happening.

Her neck was suddenly sticky with cold sweat. If she didnt get out of here quickly, her whole body might get damp.

Theres a mark for whores on the side of my body. If you dont want to see it, I can draw it for you. Gris, who tried to speak calmly, pointed to a marked spot at the side of her breast with her hand.

Vianuts gaze however was caught by the white negligee, which appeared between the pink strings. Extremely nervous with Vianuts lack of response, Gris heard a ringing noise in her ear. She saw his eyes shining dark in front of a womans body.

He said he lost his mother when he was young. Since then, he was sent to theknightage, so he would not have had a chance to see a womans body up close. Perhaps he was looking at the flesh of a woman for the first time and that currently, he was overwhelmed by emotions he must have never really felt before at the sight before him.

The plan to live here like an invisible person and disappear was already pointless, Gris had failed at keeping that plan. For right now, she finds herself stuck at a peculiar situation wherein she assumes that she seemed to be the first woman to show him her breasts.

Moreover, for Gris he became the first man to raise her body temperature this high.

More and more, his blue eyes flashed dangerously in Griss vision. There was unmistaken desire in them. A pleasant breath spread to her ears. It was deeper and deeper than the mens breathing heard in the brothel.