The Duke of Harrington Is Looking for Nanny - Chapter 0: Prologue

“I, is this where I should stand…?”

Moonlight streamed in through the large window. The woman standing before it hesitated, wrapping her arms around herself.

She was wearing a see-through negligee. With no underwear on, her beautiful curves were faintly illuminated by the moonlight pouring in from behind. Her slender shoulders led to breasts that seemed about to spill out, and below her narrow waist, her full hips resembled a full moon.

Ricardo Harrington, the master of the mansion and known as the Sword of the Empire, felt a stirring in his groin.

“Do you always dress like that when you nurse my son?”

“T, the young master asked me to…!”

The woman couldn’t finish her sentence. Her expression, consumed by shame, was reminiscent of a ripe apple. Ricardo chuckled dryly as he watched her lower lip being pressed between her neat teeth, obscured by the backlight. His groin swelled even more than before.

He had never been dissatisfied with his less-than-harmonious married life. It was a political marriage from the start, and all that remained between them was hatred, not affection. Therefore, there was no way he could feel any grief for his wife, who had given birth to a late child that wasn’t even his and then left this world so meaninglessly.

However, that didn’t mean he was without sexual desire. Nor was he the type to simply relieve himself carelessly. He was a perfectionist whom everyone acknowledged, and that principle applied to his private life as well.

But at this moment.

Ricardo wanted to rub his lips against the nanny’s lips, who was averting her gaze in embarrassment. He wanted to ruin this innocent woman, who didn’t even realize that the dark pink areolas were visible through her fair skin, and who was simply holding her full breasts as if supporting them with her arms. He wanted to part those lewd legs that moved as if rubbing her thighs inside the thin dress whenever his gaze shifted, and plunge roughly inside.

“If not… how do you usually nurse him?”

The cigar in his mouth, as he pretended to be relaxed just before reaching the limit of his patience, tasted bitter. As soon as the end of the cigar touched the burning candle, a sharp smoke rose.

“Please, please forgive me, Duke…”

The woman trembled.

Did she know that her mound and bush between her thighs were also trembling with that tremor?

The man, leaning against the desk in his study, slowly exhaled smoke.

“I don’t like to repeat myself.”

The startled woman pressed her crossed arms tightly. The man was a founding contributor to the empire, whom even the emperor couldn’t control. No citizen of the empire could dare to utter a denial in front of the great Harrington.

“…”

The woman’s slender Adam’s apple bobbed. Her hand, which had seemed unmoving, grasped at the neckline of her rounded dress with a resigned grip. The neckline of the dress she was wearing had elastic added to make it easy to stretch. She hesitated for a moment, then placed her index fingers on the neckline and slowly pulled it down.

The man’s blue eyes followed her slow movements intently.

The woman lowered her index fingers to just below her breasts, hooking the neckline there. The dress, with its stretched-out neck, gave the illusion of wearing a halter neck dress. The difference from a typical halter neck dress was that the woman’s full breasts were completely exposed. Her bare breasts, not covered by the pure white dress, stimulated the man’s groin.

“Hmm… What’s next?”

“L, like this…”

The woman slowly lifted her right breast as if supporting it from below. The stiff, protruding nipple sparkled in the moonlight. It glistened as if it would spill white liquid at any moment.

Ricardo chewed down on the cigar in his mouth.

“You’re nursing on one side, so why are you showing the other?”

“Th, that’s…”

“Is it… because you want the young master to suckle it?”

The woman’s eyes trembled like an aspen leaf. The Duke knew everything. How she nursed his late son. How his eldest son, who had just come of age, looked at her.

He knew everything.

“Forgive, sob, forgive me…”

“Forgive what? Seducing my son with that lewd body?”

“No, no. I didn’t…”

The woman shook her head violently. Tears welled up in her warm, light green eyes.

The moment he saw that, the man’s penis pounded against his lower abdomen as if it would burst. Just imagining the woman crying and blushing beneath him made him feel like he could reach climax.

“Come here.”

The man said, grinding the cigar into the black ashtray. His voice was low, husky, and exuded an ominous aura.

“Please forgive me, Duke. Forgive me…”

The woman slowly walked towards him. Her red lips continued to beg for forgiveness. With every movement she made, her full breasts swayed and her firm buttocks jiggled.

Ricardo licked his lips as if he couldn’t stand it any longer.