I Plotted The World Destruction With The Male Lead - Chapter 21 (M)

Since their hands were clasped together, Eleanor could see Van’s condition. She knew just how absurd his words were.

The pain of being without guidance, as Carlyle had described, was excruciating. Before his regression, Van had already grown accustomed to that state, which was why he was insisting that he was fine now.

Among the imperial family, many had succumbed to addiction to narcotic painkillers, unable to endure such agony.

“Please don’t say that. You must be in pain even now…”

As Eleanor spoke, she attempted to begin guiding Van through his suffering, but he quickly pulled his hand away. She looked at him in surprise.

“Your Grace…”

“I know I’m being childish. You’ve only known me for a few days, and it’s far too short a time for you to have developed any feelings for me.”

Van’s crimson eyes, like deep rubies, gazed at Eleanor, burning with intensity. Though the color was so close to blood that it seemed ominous, to Eleanor, they looked beautiful.

Charlotte had once hurled cruel words at Van after betraying him and siding with Carlyle. She had said that she had hated his eyes from the very beginning. That every time he looked at her with those beast-like eyes, it sent chills down her spine.

Whether those words had extinguished Van’s love for her or not, Eleanor couldn’t tell. Van had merely lowered his head and muttered an apology.

After all, he was a member of the imperial family—a duke, the emperor’s only nephew.

His pursuit must have felt burdensome to Charlotte.

“Still, I like you. I find you lovable. I want you to be happy in my arms… to feel joy.”

At Van’s heated words, Eleanor felt her face flush.

Carlyle had also been kind and gentle with her, but he had never once spoken of love. The feelings of longing had been entirely Eleanor’s own—she had loved him alone, subtly guiding her own heart to fall for him.

She hadn’t realized it at the time, but she knew now, having read the original novel. The author had revealed everything—Carlyle’s hidden thoughts and emotions, the ones Eleanor herself could never have known.

“But when I touch you, when I share love with you… I feel it. I am happy when you touch me.”

With Van, there was no need for guesswork. If she wavered, he would tell her so himself.

Using her while keeping his true feelings hidden wasn’t his priority.

“…Eleanor?”

She hadn’t even realized she was crying until a tear fell. Startled, Van immediately pulled her into his arms, wiping away her tears.

“I’m not asking you to love me right away. If this is too much—”

His apology never made it out.

Eleanor cupped his face in her hands and kissed him.

It was their first kiss without the influence of guiding. Van’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Do you… really feel good?”

“Yes. Truly…”

Van answered, his gaze locked onto Eleanor as if entranced. His eyes followed her every movement, desperate and unguarded. That expression alone was enough.

He truly likes me.

Enough to forgo guiding just to comfort her.

According to Carlyle, the pain of being without guidance felt like countless invisible blades slashing through flesh, cutting down to the bone, shattering it.

“Still, please let me guide you. You’re in pain. I don’t want you to suffer.”

They said that, with time, one could grow used to it. But there was no such thing as pain you could truly get used to—you simply endured it.

Van looked as if he wanted to protest, dissatisfaction flickering across his face, but Eleanor didn’t give him the chance. As she began guiding him, she whispered,

“I care about you. That’s why I hate seeing you like this. So just be quiet and let me hold you.”

Eleanor spoke as she reached out, slipping her hand into Van’s trousers.

Even the light brush of her fingers against his waist was enough to make his cock stand rigid.

The sight of Van’s flushed face was satisfying.

His expression, twisted with both embarrassment and the emotions he held for her, filled Eleanor with deep satisfaction.

As Eleanor’s guiding-infused touch brushed against Van’s stiffened length, his body shuddered, and his hips twitched involuntarily.

Yet, she didn’t grip him—only teased.

“You’re not about to come already, are you?”

“Hh… hngh… My lady…”

Pressing a kiss to his flushed cheek, Eleanor finally wrapped her fingers around his shaft.

A sticky fluid trickled from the tip, but she felt no sense of disgust.

“Haa… ahh, ngh…”

Van panted heavily, his body trembling beneath Eleanor.

Considering he was nearly twice her size, the sight was oddly thrilling.

To think that a man this powerful could shudder helplessly from just her touch—it left her with a strange sense of satisfaction.

‘He’s so warm.’

His flushed cheek against her lips, the rigid heat in her palm—everything about him burned.

Feeling playful, Eleanor tightened her grip and deliberately stroked him with rougher, teasing motions.

Since she was pouring guiding energy into him, Van seemed completely lost in sensation, unable to gather his thoughts—only moaning helplessly.

“Ah… ahh, Eleanor… ngh, ahhng!”

At last, Van reached his climax, spilling into Eleanor’s palm.

Skillfully, she grasped the tip just in time to keep it from soiling her clothes.

As a result, while Van’s own garments were left in disarray, only her palm bore the traces of his release.

Still, Van seemed flustered by the fact that he had sullied her hand.

“D-Did it… feel unpleasant for you?”

Hurriedly, he pulled out a handkerchief and began wiping her palm.

Even as Eleanor thought there were more pressing matters to attend to, the words slipped out before she could stop herself.

“Can you lick it off for me?”

Though most of the release had been wiped away, the taste still lingered.

At Eleanor’s words, Van looked at her in shock before hesitating—then, wordlessly, he set the handkerchief aside.

Gently cradling her hand, he lowered his head and began to lick it clean with reverent care.

‘Ah…’

Watching Van lap at her fingers with his tongue, Eleanor found herself thinking—unexpectedly—how endearing he looked.

Even as he devoted himself to licking her fingers, Van stole glances at her.

His gaze, heavy with heat, made it clear that the last release had done little to satisfy him.

“…May I lick you somewhere else now?”

As Van licked between Eleanor’s fingers, his hand slipped toward the hem of her skirt.

His heated fingers lifted the fabric of her dress and petticoat, then wrapped around her ankle.

Eleanor felt his sinful touch glide up from her calf to her thigh, sending a shiver through her.

She gave a small nod.

It was time to reward him.

*

“Haa! Ahh…”

Since they were inside a carriage, fully undressing wasn’t an option.

Without a maid accompanying them, taking off her dress entirely would only make things unnecessarily complicated.

So instead, Van removed only Eleanor’s petticoat and underwear, then guided her to straddle him.

Eleanor, insisting that she had to guide him, obediently followed his lead.

Van had only pulled out his length, while Eleanor had shed just a few undergarments.

A keen observer might guess what they were doing, but at a glance, they both still appeared fully clothed.

“Eleanor, the deeper I am inside, the more effective the guiding will be.”

“Haa… b-but… ngh!”

Hesitant and reluctant to lower herself, Eleanor was ultimately forced down onto Van’s lap.

His massive length sank into her to the very base, making her hips tremble involuntarily.

Finding it adorable, Van gave a small thrust, pulling her hips closer.

Eleanor gasped in shock, frantically shaking her head.

“Ah—no! Ahhng! Ahh… D-Duke…”

“You should call me Van, my dear Eleanor.”

He whispered the words like a melody, adjusting his posture properly on the seat.

Realizing what he was doing, Eleanor’s face twisted into a distressed pout.

Van kissed Eleanor’s lips as he gently rocked her body.

She could feel his length, buried deep inside, shifting with each subtle movement, stirring her insides.

The way her walls clenched around him, greedily pulling him in, was unbearably intoxicating.

Slowly rolling his hips, Van licked at her lips, savoring the moment.

Gasping for breath, Eleanor finally began guiding him.

“Haa… hngh…!”

The difference between simply touching and joining together without guiding, versus doing so with guiding, was immense.

Both were pleasurable—but the latter? It wasn’t just the sum of the two. It was pleasure multiplied.

“Ah… ngh! Mm…”

The carriage was enchanted with a soundproofing spell that prevented noise from escaping, though sounds from outside could still be heard.

Still, fearing that her voice might grow too loud, Eleanor hesitated—so Van chose to silence her with a kiss as he moved.

“Mmh… ngh, mm… ahh…!”

With tear-brimmed eyes, Eleanor gazed up at Van, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck.

His strong arms encircled her in return, holding her close.

Though the sensation of skin-to-skin contact was different from when they were fully bare, the guiding energy they shared felt just as intense.

No—perhaps even more so.

Despite the guiding energy being weaker than when they were in bed, the pleasure was far greater.

Eleanor couldn’t begin to comprehend why, but even so, she clung to Van with all her might.

The way Van’s length filled her, moving deep inside, felt nothing but loving.

And his kisses—so intoxicating, so perfect—they felt as if they were melting her completely.

‘I love this. I love it so much… I never imagined it would feel this good…’

Overwhelmed by the heat rising inside her, Eleanor clung to Van even tighter.

The only regret was the fabric between them.

She wanted to feel more of him.

And judging by the way Van was desperately devouring her, he felt the same.

Neither of them could let go.

Had they been bare, their hands would already be roaming across each other’s bodies, exploring every inch of exposed skin.

‘The bed…’

Though they were alone now, she wanted to take him somewhere they could love each other freely.

Licking at Van’s lips, Eleanor thought with all her heart—she wanted to be in bed with him.