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DAY | FIVE
I knew it was wrong to desire her, but I couldn't help the way my body reacted when she smiled at me. Her royal highness had a hold on me that I couldn't escape, and I found myself fantasizing about claiming her in every way imaginable.
As I painted her portrait, my brush strokes grew bold and daring, as if possessed by a will of their own. I imagined those brush strokes were actually my fingers, exploring every inch of her divine body. The thought made me rock hard.
Princess's modesty only fueled my filthy fantasies. I dreamed of sneaking into her chambers under cover of night, ripping away her lacy undergarments, and worshiping every perfect inch of her skin with my tongue. The very idea made my mess.
I tried to focus on capturing her regal bearing on canvas, but my mind kept wandering to all the wicked things I wanted to do to her. I imagined her kneeling before me, the skirt of her gown hiked up and her legs spread wide, begging me to claim her. The mental image left me panting.
Every time princess laughed at one of my jokes, I felt a rush of elation and want. Her delight gave me permission to crave her in ways that went beyond mere flirtation.
It's just afternoon now. In these five days, I've managed to finish two paintings as per my goal. In two days, we'll be heading back to the main point of the state, and to my village too.
"Have you finished your printing?"
I suddenly snap out of my daydream, blinking a few times. The birds around have started chirping, getting ready to head back to their nests.
Wearing a features a deep, rich green color with a velvet texture Hanbok. It has long, sheer sleeves that gather at the wrist, creating a slight puff before cinching at the cuffs. The fitted bodice boasts a square neckline adorned with decorative trim or embroidery, following the neckline and extending down the front center in two parallel lines, ending at the waist.
The waistline is slightly raised, leading to an A-line skirt that flows gracefully to floor-length.
Jiwie straightens up her posture since she's been posing for a long time for my painting. She cracks her spine. Meanwhile, I'm packing up all my drawing tools into a bag. She comes over to see the canvas to check if it turned out the way she wanted.
Hope she gonna like it. Maybe. Just maybe.....
As she leaned in close, her breath tickling my ear, I felt a cold sweat break out across my brow. Her whispered words sent shivers down my spine and made my cock throb with— need.
