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Table of Contents

  • 1. Chapter 1. Kill The Empress
  • 2. Chapter 2. Tanatos’s Cripple Empress
  • 3. Chapter 3. She's Really Here
  • 4. Chapter 4. The Empress Is Going To Die
  • 5. Chapter 5. How Did This Happen?
  • 6. Chapter 6. Swallowing Eyes
  • 7. Chapter 7. Natasha Roanti
  • 8. Chapter 8. The Crying Sound
  • 9. Chapter 9. Are You Throwing Yourself Away?
  • 10. Chapter 10. Why Did This Woman...?
  • 11. Chapter 11. Then Bite If Off And Kill Me
  • 12. Chapter 12. Ability To Save
  • 13. Chapter 13. The Shadow She Left Behind
  • 14. Chapter 14. Into His Realm
  • 15. Chapter 15. Tamon's Purpose
  • 16. Chapter 16. This Damn Woman!
  • 17. Chapter 17. I've Never Hated You
  • 18. Chapter 18. How About Love?
  • 19. Chapter 19. A Night Walk
  • 20. Chapter 20. How Do You Want To Die
  • 21. Chapter 21. Ronasso's Anxiety
  • 22. Chapter 22. How To Let Go Of Sadness
  • 23. Chapter 23. Lersha Resha
  • 24. Chapter 24. It’s Not Ugly
  • 25. Chapter 25. Where Is The Empress's Treasure?
  • 26. Chapter 26. The Reason For Death
  • 27. Chapter 27. The Consolation Of The Unashamed
  • 28. Chapter 28. A New Name
  • 29. Chapter 29. A Small Change
  • 30. Chapter 30. Out Of Control
  • 31. Chapter 31. There's Always Trouble
  • 32. Chapter 32. Dazzling Silver Hair And Purple Crystal Eyes
  • 33. Chapter 33. My Silver Fox
  • 34. Chapter 34. Is It Okay To Eat This Poisonous Plant?
  • 35. Chapter 35. Don't Be Weak
  • 36. Chapter 36. Don’t Leave Me
  • 37. Chapter 37. An Unfamiliar Peace
  • 38. Chapter 38. Warmth Of The Palm
  • 39. Chapter 39. Give Me Your Right Foot
  • 40. Chapter 40. That’s Right
  • 41. Chapter 41. The Bride's Scream
  • 42. Chapter 42. You Are Like A Gift
  • 43. Chapter 43. Ensemble Drink
  • 44. Chapter 44. I Think It’s Her
  • 45. Chapter 45. Exactly One Month
  • 46. Chapter 46. I’m Disappointed
  • 47. Chapter 47. She Doesn’t Know
  • 48. Chapter 48. To The Lady Of The Pink Rose Forest
  • 49. Chapter 49. Red Stigma On The Chest
  • 50. Chapter 50. That Person Will Come
  • 51. Chapter 51. Smile Next Time
  • 52. Chapter 52. I’m The Owner Of That Leg
  • 53. Chapter 53. The Twins’ Dream
  • 54. Chapter 54. Karen Turasia
  • 55. Chapter 55. Red Passion In The Desert
  • 56. Chapter 56. Cassion Krasis
  • 57. Chapter 57. Brothers
  • 58. Chapter 58. He Did Not Know How To Be Patient
  • 59. Chapter 59. An Unpleasant Visitor
  • 60. Chapter 60. My Brother's Mistress
  • 61. Chapter 61. Tomorrow, Lunch, Together
  • 62. Chapter 62. Roselyn's Anger
  • 63. Chapter 63. Red-eyed Savior
  • 64. Chapter 64. He’s Back
  • 65. Chapter 65. Bloody Master
  • 66. Chapter 66. Welcome Back
  • 67. Chapter 67. I Missed You
  • 68. Chapter 68. Thank You For Staying Alive
  • 69. Chapter 69. It's All Coming Together
  • 70. Chapter 70. Hope That Shine At The End Of Despair
  • 71. Chapter 71. A Mean Woman
  • 72. Chapter 72. Ronasso's Adversity
  • 73. Chapter 73. Preparation To Go Out
  • 74. Chapter 74. Each Person's Heart Flows Differently
  • 75. Chapter 75. Smile, Rosie
  • 76. Chapter 76. Do You Want Me To Show You My Specialty?
  • 77. Chapter 77. Aim And Shoot
  • 78. Chapter 78. The Gap
  • 79. Chapter 79. Arrows That Burn Flesh
  • 80. Chapter 80. I’ll Bring You The Proof
  • 81. Chapter 81. Even If I Die Like This
  • 82. Chapter 82. The Reason She Was Confident In Winning
  • 83. Chapter 83. An Unexpected Guest
  • 84. Chapter 84. Love That Couldn't Overcome Hatred
  • 85. Chapter 85. Aranrosia
  • 86. Chapter 86. The Rightful Owner
  • 87. Chapter 87. Can I Trust You?
  • 88. Chapter 88. A Blind Man
  • 89. Chapter 89. The Wind Lantern Ceremony
  • 90. Chapter 90. If You're There, Come Out
  • 91. Chapter 91. Similar
  • 92. Chapter 92. Ignorance Is Bravery
  • 93. Chapter 93. I Can Tell You
  • 94. Chapter 94. Hartz’s Conditions
  • 95. Chapter 95. If You Kiss Me
  • 96. Chapter 96. Change
  • 97. Chapter 97. Anna
  • 98. Chapter 98. I’ll Have To Remove It
  • 99. Chapter 99. The Prophet's Gamble
  • 100. Chapter 100. Because He's So Good At It
  • 101. Chapter 101. A Mysterious Trend
  • 102. Chapter 102. The Conditions Of The Gift
  • 103. Chapter 103. The Tips Of His Ears
  • 104. Chapter 104. The Meaning Of Yellow Lily
  • 105. Chapter 105. God, Please Take Care Of Them
  • 106. Chapter 106. I'd Like To Meet Him
  • 107. Chapter 107. It’s Beautiful
  • 108. Chapter 108. What Do You Want Me To Do?
  • 109. Chapter 109. There's Only Two Of Us
  • 110. Chapter 110. Even If It Hurts A Little, It Will Last A Long Time
  • 111. Chapter 111. Does This Make Sense?
  • 112. Chapter 112. With Both Feet
  • 113. Chapter 113. Instinct
  • 114. Chapter 114. Did It Happen?
  • 115. Chapter 115. One Step, Two Steps
  • 116. Chapter 116. A Familiar Voice
  • 117. Chapter 117. I See The Glory Of Winter
  • 118. Chapter 118. That's Why It's Not Me
  • 119. Chapter 119. . It Was A Flash
  • 120. Chapter 120. When The Revenge Is Over
  • 121. Chapter 121. What Will He Get?
  • 122. Chapter 122. What Is Your Name?
  • 123. Chapter 123. Sweet
  • 124. Chapter 124. Black Canyon (1)
  • 125. Chapter 125. Black Canyon (2)
  • 126. Chapter 126. A Twisted Doubt
  • 127. Chapter 127. You Have To Save It
  • 128. Chapter 128. The Secret Of The Silver Horned Deer
  • 129. Chapter 129. His Sincerity
  • 130. Chapter 130. Into The Black Fog
  • 131. Chapter 131. Breaking In
  • 132. Chapter 132. Tell Me, Asha
  • 133. Chapter 133. Warmth
  • 134. Chapter 134. Evidence Of Longing
  • 135. Chapter 135. Under The Wheels
  • 136. Chapter 136. Natasha's Crime
  • 137. Chapter 137. Who Left The Flowers?
  • 138. Chapter 138. He Who Sees The Will Of God
  • 139. Chapter 139. Winter Can't Beat The Pines
  • 140. Chapter 140. Let’s Go There Together
  • 141. Chapter 141. Betrayal
  • 142. Chapter 142. A Vanished Home
  • 143. Chapter 143. Finally, At The Imperial Palace
  • 144. Chapter 144. Remove It
  • 145. Chapter 145. Your Worst Nightmare
  • 146. Chapter 146. July 16th
  • 147. Chapter 147. Pretend You Don’t See It. Pretend You Don’t Know It
  • 148. Chapter 148. Take The Child To His Mother
  • 149. Chapter 149. A Crack
  • 150. Chapter 150. Song Of The Fall
  • 151. Chapter 151. Anna’s Situation
  • 152. Chapter 152. Perso’s Anguish
  • 153. Chapter 153. A Suspicious Maid
  • 154. Chapter 154. Whose Baby Is It?
  • 155. Chapter 155. This Is My Answer
  • 156. Chapter 156. The Wild Dog Outside The Fence
  • 157. Chapter 157. The Main Characters
  • 158. Chapter 158. That Day
  • 159. Chapter 159. Let Me Tell You A Secret
  • 160. Chapter 160. Run Away
  • 161. Chapter 161. The Hunt Begins
  • 162. Chapter 162. To The Hell I Got Out Of
  • 163. Chapter 163. Let's Watch

Chapter 1. Kill the Empress

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Roselyn was silent this time, so Tamon thought he would look at her tongue.

 

Did he think she was tongue-tied?

 

But it didn’t matter what Tamon thought, she couldn’t just stick her tongue out comically like that.

 

Roselyn was stubbornly silent.

 

“I’d like to see it..….”

 

Tamon tapped her little chin as if to tell her to hold her tongue out.

 

Roselyn looked at him, her brow furrowed.

 

The sharp Asrell quietly left the room.

 

The two of them were left alone again in the warm, sunny room.

 

Only the faint sound of the breeze rustling could be heard in the room.

 

Tamon chuckled and murmured.

 

“You’re not the kind of person to hold your tongue out, are you?”

 

As he said this, Tamon bent down.

 

Roselyn felt his face close and Tamon took her lips in a flash. With a gentle kiss, he parted her lips, catching her off guard.

 

Soft, warm flesh pushed in and quickly passed through her mouth.

 

When she regained consciousness, Roselyn pulled her head back.

 

“Why…..!”

 

“There’s no taste of blood. That’s good.”

 

Tamon, who checked Roselyn’s mouth, smiled as relaxed as usual.

 

Roselyn glared at him with a look of frustration.

 

“Do you  have to confirm it with a kiss?”

 

“Because you wouldn’t open your mouth for me.”

 

 “You can ask Asrell.”

 

“Ah. I didn’t think that way.”

 

Tamon chuckled, a look of realization on his face as he took a step back.

 

“But I prefer the way I did…”

 

He mumbled and licked his lips as if tasting something.

 

Roselyn’s face reddened even more with his vulgar tongue. She lowered her head, not wanting to see Tamon’s wild eyes.

 

“Why are you avoiding eye contact?”

 

Tamon bent his knees to follow her gaze.

 

He lowered his posture, revealing his massive thighs beneath his loosely tied gown.

 

Roselyn didn’t even know where to look.

 

When she turned her head to the side, Tamon grabbed her by the chin again.

 

“Huh?”

 

She tried several times to avoid his gaze, but he followed her eyes persistently.

 

‘You’re such a troublesome man.’

 

Roselyn looked at him with a look of resignation.

 

However, she would rather look into his eyes rather than near his gown, which was just barely closed.

 

Staring at her intently, Tamon lifted a finger and swept around her reddened eyes.

 

His hand was so big that her face was covered in the palm of his hand.

 

He was fiddling around Roselyn’s bright reddened eye when he asked curiously.

 

“You didn’t cry after all that, so why did you cry now?”

 

He meant when she was dumped in the snowy mountains.

 

Roselyn fell silent, suppressing the fever that was trying to rise.

 

“…It’s pretty and red, but I don’t like it very much.”

 

Tamon mumbled something she didn’t understand.

 

His hand touched her cheek, then her neck.

 

It was where Roselyn had cut her neck. Fortunately, the wound on her skin had healed well.

 

He lowered his hand and lifted her hand up.

 

Her nails were still growing, and her fingertips were also nicely covered in pink flesh.

 

Tamon smiled, the corner of his lips lifted up as if he liked it.

 

And then, one moment, he started kissing Roselyn’s pink fingertips.

 

Roselyn winced as his warm, plump lips sucked on her fingers.

 

He stared up at her, looking only into her eyes. Then he went straight to kissing every one of her fingers.

 

‘Why am I so thirsty?’ This kind of tension was awkward. Roselyn slowly chewed and swallowed the hard spit that was trying to make her lose her temper, and deliberately kept her expression.

 

“I guess I can’t do anything about the speed your nails are growing.”

 

He mumbled something as if he regretted it.

 

Then he kissed the back of her hand and put it down. It was then that Roselyn finally let out the breath she’d been holding in.

 

As soon as she was relieved, however, his hand grabbed her ankle.

 

“What are you doing ……!”

 

‘I’ve let my guard down.’

 

He held up her ankle which was covered with old wounds.

 

It was where a piece of wood had penetrated from the heel to the Achilles tendon.

 

That wasn’t enough, the heel was cut in half before he barely reattached it.

 

There was also a tear on the top of her foot, and the shape of it was a little crooked because it was bent after she forced herself to run.

 

No matter how much she looked at it, it was not a pretty foot.

 

To top it all off, even the toenails were pulled out by Gillotti’s torture.

 

Roselyn had never been ashamed of her feet nor was she atrophied by it. But even so, it wasn’t something she was proud enough to show off publicly to others. Tamon casually kissed her hideous foot.

 

“…!”

 

The words choked in her throat, “Don’t tell me what you’re doing is…..”

 

Small toes, skinny feet, and thin ankles.. ……….

 

He kissed her finely, without haste.

 

There was no lewdness or irritation like when he kissed her.

 

It was so leisurely and carefully that it seemed pious in a way.

 

‘What do you mean ‘pious’?’

 

Roselyn cursed to herself as she rambled on.

 

It couldn’t be, but her eyes were too stupid to see the phenomenon properly.

 

“Doesn’t this foot hurt?”

 

“Not at all.”

 

Actually, it did hurt sometimes.

 

But it wasn’t really pain from the tingling of the wound, it was mental pain.

 

Tamon explored her ankle in detail. He delicately rubbed the twisted and torn scar with his fingertips.

 

Gillotti made a game of it when Roselyn’s ankle was even slightly exposed. 

 

He threw things at her, and insulted her with every word he could.

 

“You’re very good, huh? Can’t you get rid of those hideous feet right away? You think you’re a hero just because you’ve eliminated one of those monsters, don’t you? You’re a fool! Foolish!”

 

His screechy voice was still vivid in Roselyn’s ears.

 

“…… you don’t find my feet horrifying?”

 

Tamon glanced up at her.

 

“Not at all.”

 

He kissed the back of Roselyn’s foot once more, not taking his eyes off her.

 

“They’re just pretty…I’d love to suck it.”

 

“…”

 

‘What on earth is the brain of this man made of?’

 

There was no doubt that it was full of lust and debauchery.

 

Tamon, watching Roselyn’s scrunched up face, laughed, narrowing the edges of his eyes.

 

“……. I’d like to lick it.”

 

How could he say something like that with a smile?

 

It was as phenomenal as this.

 

He laughed, his shimmering eyes looking at her in amusement.

 

The way he looked at her was like a demon of lust. Roselyn didn’t know if there was such a thing, but if there was, it would have looked like that.

 

Prodigal, sexy, lewd, and regal was the perfect description.

 

‘Ugh.’

 

She looked down at his thighs, which were folded thickly, and stood out.

 

In the meantime, the open gown blocked out the center, but it wasn’t much.

 

Roselyn spoke as she hastily averted her eyes

 

“You really are…don’t you have any shame?”

 

 “I guess I don’t.”

 

He replied casually, already licking her ankle.

 

He even bit her ankle like a puppy.

 

“What are you doing?”

 

Roselyn panicked and strained to pull her leg out.

 

Tamon, who she thought would not let her go, let her go very easily.

 

Tamon quickly picked her up when she almost fell backwards because she had put too much effort into it.

 

“I’m hungry. Do you want something to eat?”

 

He spoke as if to ask, but he did not wait for her reply.

 

Tamon held her in his arms and walked on.

 

Roselyn was curious about his gown, which hung loosely from earlier, but she just couldn’t bring herself to say “get dressed”.

 

Sigh….

 

It wasn’t her place to be concerned. Roselyn leaned in desperately.

 

Her reddened eyes, as if she had cried, returned.

 

Chapter 2. Tanatos’s cripple Empress

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Roselyn was silent this time, so Tamon thought he would look at her tongue.

 

Did he think she was tongue-tied?

 

But it didn’t matter what Tamon thought, she couldn’t just stick her tongue out comically like that.

 

Roselyn was stubbornly silent.

 

“I’d like to see it..….”

 

Tamon tapped her little chin as if to tell her to hold her tongue out.

 

Roselyn looked at him, her brow furrowed.

 

The sharp Asrell quietly left the room.

 

The two of them were left alone again in the warm, sunny room.

 

Only the faint sound of the breeze rustling could be heard in the room.

 

Tamon chuckled and murmured.

 

“You’re not the kind of person to hold your tongue out, are you?”

 

As he said this, Tamon bent down.

 

Roselyn felt his face close and Tamon took her lips in a flash. With a gentle kiss, he parted her lips, catching her off guard.

 

Soft, warm flesh pushed in and quickly passed through her mouth.

 

When she regained consciousness, Roselyn pulled her head back.

 

“Why…..!”

 

“There’s no taste of blood. That’s good.”

 

Tamon, who checked Roselyn’s mouth, smiled as relaxed as usual.

 

Roselyn glared at him with a look of frustration.

 

“Do you  have to confirm it with a kiss?”

 

“Because you wouldn’t open your mouth for me.”

 

 “You can ask Asrell.”

 

“Ah. I didn’t think that way.”

 

Tamon chuckled, a look of realization on his face as he took a step back.

 

“But I prefer the way I did…”

 

He mumbled and licked his lips as if tasting something.

 

Roselyn’s face reddened even more with his vulgar tongue. She lowered her head, not wanting to see Tamon’s wild eyes.

 

“Why are you avoiding eye contact?”

 

Tamon bent his knees to follow her gaze.

 

He lowered his posture, revealing his massive thighs beneath his loosely tied gown.

 

Roselyn didn’t even know where to look.

 

When she turned her head to the side, Tamon grabbed her by the chin again.

 

“Huh?”

 

She tried several times to avoid his gaze, but he followed her eyes persistently.

 

‘You’re such a troublesome man.’

 

Roselyn looked at him with a look of resignation.

 

However, she would rather look into his eyes rather than near his gown, which was just barely closed.

 

Staring at her intently, Tamon lifted a finger and swept around her reddened eyes.

 

His hand was so big that her face was covered in the palm of his hand.

 

He was fiddling around Roselyn’s bright reddened eye when he asked curiously.

 

“You didn’t cry after all that, so why did you cry now?”

 

He meant when she was dumped in the snowy mountains.

 

Roselyn fell silent, suppressing the fever that was trying to rise.

 

“…It’s pretty and red, but I don’t like it very much.”

 

Tamon mumbled something she didn’t understand.

 

His hand touched her cheek, then her neck.

 

It was where Roselyn had cut her neck. Fortunately, the wound on her skin had healed well.

 

He lowered his hand and lifted her hand up.

 

Her nails were still growing, and her fingertips were also nicely covered in pink flesh.

 

Tamon smiled, the corner of his lips lifted up as if he liked it.

 

And then, one moment, he started kissing Roselyn’s pink fingertips.

 

Roselyn winced as his warm, plump lips sucked on her fingers.

 

He stared up at her, looking only into her eyes. Then he went straight to kissing every one of her fingers.

 

‘Why am I so thirsty?’ This kind of tension was awkward. Roselyn slowly chewed and swallowed the hard spit that was trying to make her lose her temper, and deliberately kept her expression.

 

“I guess I can’t do anything about the speed your nails are growing.”

 

He mumbled something as if he regretted it.

 

Then he kissed the back of her hand and put it down. It was then that Roselyn finally let out the breath she’d been holding in.

 

As soon as she was relieved, however, his hand grabbed her ankle.

 

“What are you doing ……!”

 

‘I’ve let my guard down.’

 

He held up her ankle which was covered with old wounds.

 

It was where a piece of wood had penetrated from the heel to the Achilles tendon.

 

That wasn’t enough, the heel was cut in half before he barely reattached it.

 

There was also a tear on the top of her foot, and the shape of it was a little crooked because it was bent after she forced herself to run.

 

No matter how much she looked at it, it was not a pretty foot.

 

To top it all off, even the toenails were pulled out by Gillotti’s torture.

 

Roselyn had never been ashamed of her feet nor was she atrophied by it. But even so, it wasn’t something she was proud enough to show off publicly to others. Tamon casually kissed her hideous foot.

 

“…!”

 

The words choked in her throat, “Don’t tell me what you’re doing is…..”

 

Small toes, skinny feet, and thin ankles.. ……….

 

He kissed her finely, without haste.

 

There was no lewdness or irritation like when he kissed her.

 

It was so leisurely and carefully that it seemed pious in a way.

 

‘What do you mean ‘pious’?’

 

Roselyn cursed to herself as she rambled on.

 

It couldn’t be, but her eyes were too stupid to see the phenomenon properly.

 

“Doesn’t this foot hurt?”

 

“Not at all.”

 

Actually, it did hurt sometimes.

 

But it wasn’t really pain from the tingling of the wound, it was mental pain.

 

Tamon explored her ankle in detail. He delicately rubbed the twisted and torn scar with his fingertips.

 

Gillotti made a game of it when Roselyn’s ankle was even slightly exposed. 

 

He threw things at her, and insulted her with every word he could.

 

“You’re very good, huh? Can’t you get rid of those hideous feet right away? You think you’re a hero just because you’ve eliminated one of those monsters, don’t you? You’re a fool! Foolish!”

 

His screechy voice was still vivid in Roselyn’s ears.

 

“…… you don’t find my feet horrifying?”

 

Tamon glanced up at her.

 

“Not at all.”

 

He kissed the back of Roselyn’s foot once more, not taking his eyes off her.

 

“They’re just pretty…I’d love to suck it.”

 

“…”

 

‘What on earth is the brain of this man made of?’

 

There was no doubt that it was full of lust and debauchery.

 

Tamon, watching Roselyn’s scrunched up face, laughed, narrowing the edges of his eyes.

 

“……. I’d like to lick it.”

 

How could he say something like that with a smile?

 

It was as phenomenal as this.

 

He laughed, his shimmering eyes looking at her in amusement.

 

The way he looked at her was like a demon of lust. Roselyn didn’t know if there was such a thing, but if there was, it would have looked like that.

 

Prodigal, sexy, lewd, and regal was the perfect description.

 

‘Ugh.’

 

She looked down at his thighs, which were folded thickly, and stood out.

 

In the meantime, the open gown blocked out the center, but it wasn’t much.

 

Roselyn spoke as she hastily averted her eyes

 

“You really are…don’t you have any shame?”

 

 “I guess I don’t.”

 

He replied casually, already licking her ankle.

 

He even bit her ankle like a puppy.

 

“What are you doing?”

 

Roselyn panicked and strained to pull her leg out.

 

Tamon, who she thought would not let her go, let her go very easily.

 

Tamon quickly picked her up when she almost fell backwards because she had put too much effort into it.

 

“I’m hungry. Do you want something to eat?”

 

He spoke as if to ask, but he did not wait for her reply.

 

Tamon held her in his arms and walked on.

 

Roselyn was curious about his gown, which hung loosely from earlier, but she just couldn’t bring herself to say “get dressed”.

 

Sigh….

 

It wasn’t her place to be concerned. Roselyn leaned in desperately.

 

Her reddened eyes, as if she had cried, returned.

 

Chapter 3. She's really here

***

Sponsored chapter by Lia. Thank you 💖

****

 

Roselyn was silent this time, so Tamon thought he would look at her tongue.

 

Did he think she was tongue-tied?

 

But it didn’t matter what Tamon thought, she couldn’t just stick her tongue out comically like that.

 

Roselyn was stubbornly silent.

 

“I’d like to see it..….”

 

Tamon tapped her little chin as if to tell her to hold her tongue out.

 

Roselyn looked at him, her brow furrowed.

 

The sharp Asrell quietly left the room.

 

The two of them were left alone again in the warm, sunny room.

 

Only the faint sound of the breeze rustling could be heard in the room.

 

Tamon chuckled and murmured.

 

“You’re not the kind of person to hold your tongue out, are you?”

 

As he said this, Tamon bent down.

 

Roselyn felt his face close and Tamon took her lips in a flash. With a gentle kiss, he parted her lips, catching her off guard.

 

Soft, warm flesh pushed in and quickly passed through her mouth.

 

When she regained consciousness, Roselyn pulled her head back.

 

“Why…..!”

 

“There’s no taste of blood. That’s good.”

 

Tamon, who checked Roselyn’s mouth, smiled as relaxed as usual.

 

Roselyn glared at him with a look of frustration.

 

“Do you  have to confirm it with a kiss?”

 

“Because you wouldn’t open your mouth for me.”

 

 “You can ask Asrell.”

 

“Ah. I didn’t think that way.”

 

Tamon chuckled, a look of realization on his face as he took a step back.

 

“But I prefer the way I did…”

 

He mumbled and licked his lips as if tasting something.

 

Roselyn’s face reddened even more with his vulgar tongue. She lowered her head, not wanting to see Tamon’s wild eyes.

 

“Why are you avoiding eye contact?”

 

Tamon bent his knees to follow her gaze.

 

He lowered his posture, revealing his massive thighs beneath his loosely tied gown.

 

Roselyn didn’t even know where to look.

 

When she turned her head to the side, Tamon grabbed her by the chin again.

 

“Huh?”

 

She tried several times to avoid his gaze, but he followed her eyes persistently.

 

‘You’re such a troublesome man.’

 

Roselyn looked at him with a look of resignation.

 

However, she would rather look into his eyes rather than near his gown, which was just barely closed.

 

Staring at her intently, Tamon lifted a finger and swept around her reddened eyes.

 

His hand was so big that her face was covered in the palm of his hand.

 

He was fiddling around Roselyn’s bright reddened eye when he asked curiously.

 

“You didn’t cry after all that, so why did you cry now?”

 

He meant when she was dumped in the snowy mountains.

 

Roselyn fell silent, suppressing the fever that was trying to rise.

 

“…It’s pretty and red, but I don’t like it very much.”

 

Tamon mumbled something she didn’t understand.

 

His hand touched her cheek, then her neck.

 

It was where Roselyn had cut her neck. Fortunately, the wound on her skin had healed well.

 

He lowered his hand and lifted her hand up.

 

Her nails were still growing, and her fingertips were also nicely covered in pink flesh.

 

Tamon smiled, the corner of his lips lifted up as if he liked it.

 

And then, one moment, he started kissing Roselyn’s pink fingertips.

 

Roselyn winced as his warm, plump lips sucked on her fingers.

 

He stared up at her, looking only into her eyes. Then he went straight to kissing every one of her fingers.

 

‘Why am I so thirsty?’ This kind of tension was awkward. Roselyn slowly chewed and swallowed the hard spit that was trying to make her lose her temper, and deliberately kept her expression.

 

“I guess I can’t do anything about the speed your nails are growing.”

 

He mumbled something as if he regretted it.

 

Then he kissed the back of her hand and put it down. It was then that Roselyn finally let out the breath she’d been holding in.

 

As soon as she was relieved, however, his hand grabbed her ankle.

 

“What are you doing ……!”

 

‘I’ve let my guard down.’

 

He held up her ankle which was covered with old wounds.

 

It was where a piece of wood had penetrated from the heel to the Achilles tendon.

 

That wasn’t enough, the heel was cut in half before he barely reattached it.

 

There was also a tear on the top of her foot, and the shape of it was a little crooked because it was bent after she forced herself to run.

 

No matter how much she looked at it, it was not a pretty foot.

 

To top it all off, even the toenails were pulled out by Gillotti’s torture.

 

Roselyn had never been ashamed of her feet nor was she atrophied by it. But even so, it wasn’t something she was proud enough to show off publicly to others. Tamon casually kissed her hideous foot.

 

“…!”

 

The words choked in her throat, “Don’t tell me what you’re doing is…..”

 

Small toes, skinny feet, and thin ankles.. ……….

 

He kissed her finely, without haste.

 

There was no lewdness or irritation like when he kissed her.

 

It was so leisurely and carefully that it seemed pious in a way.

 

‘What do you mean ‘pious’?’

 

Roselyn cursed to herself as she rambled on.

 

It couldn’t be, but her eyes were too stupid to see the phenomenon properly.

 

“Doesn’t this foot hurt?”

 

“Not at all.”

 

Actually, it did hurt sometimes.

 

But it wasn’t really pain from the tingling of the wound, it was mental pain.

 

Tamon explored her ankle in detail. He delicately rubbed the twisted and torn scar with his fingertips.

 

Gillotti made a game of it when Roselyn’s ankle was even slightly exposed. 

 

He threw things at her, and insulted her with every word he could.

 

“You’re very good, huh? Can’t you get rid of those hideous feet right away? You think you’re a hero just because you’ve eliminated one of those monsters, don’t you? You’re a fool! Foolish!”

 

His screechy voice was still vivid in Roselyn’s ears.

 

“…… you don’t find my feet horrifying?”

 

Tamon glanced up at her.

 

“Not at all.”

 

He kissed the back of Roselyn’s foot once more, not taking his eyes off her.

 

“They’re just pretty…I’d love to suck it.”

 

“…”

 

‘What on earth is the brain of this man made of?’

 

There was no doubt that it was full of lust and debauchery.

 

Tamon, watching Roselyn’s scrunched up face, laughed, narrowing the edges of his eyes.

 

“……. I’d like to lick it.”

 

How could he say something like that with a smile?

 

It was as phenomenal as this.

 

He laughed, his shimmering eyes looking at her in amusement.

 

The way he looked at her was like a demon of lust. Roselyn didn’t know if there was such a thing, but if there was, it would have looked like that.

 

Prodigal, sexy, lewd, and regal was the perfect description.

 

‘Ugh.’

 

She looked down at his thighs, which were folded thickly, and stood out.

 

In the meantime, the open gown blocked out the center, but it wasn’t much.

 

Roselyn spoke as she hastily averted her eyes

 

“You really are…don’t you have any shame?”

 

 “I guess I don’t.”

 

He replied casually, already licking her ankle.

 

He even bit her ankle like a puppy.

 

“What are you doing?”

 

Roselyn panicked and strained to pull her leg out.

 

Tamon, who she thought would not let her go, let her go very easily.

 

Tamon quickly picked her up when she almost fell backwards because she had put too much effort into it.

 

“I’m hungry. Do you want something to eat?”

 

He spoke as if to ask, but he did not wait for her reply.

 

Tamon held her in his arms and walked on.

 

Roselyn was curious about his gown, which hung loosely from earlier, but she just couldn’t bring herself to say “get dressed”.

 

Sigh….

 

It wasn’t her place to be concerned. Roselyn leaned in desperately.

 

Her reddened eyes, as if she had cried, returned.

 

Chapter 4. The Empress is going to die

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Roselyn was silent this time, so Tamon thought he would look at her tongue.

 

Did he think she was tongue-tied?

 

But it didn’t matter what Tamon thought, she couldn’t just stick her tongue out comically like that.

 

Roselyn was stubbornly silent.

 

“I’d like to see it..….”

 

Tamon tapped her little chin as if to tell her to hold her tongue out.

 

Roselyn looked at him, her brow furrowed.

 

The sharp Asrell quietly left the room.

 

The two of them were left alone again in the warm, sunny room.

 

Only the faint sound of the breeze rustling could be heard in the room.

 

Tamon chuckled and murmured.

 

“You’re not the kind of person to hold your tongue out, are you?”

 

As he said this, Tamon bent down.

 

Roselyn felt his face close and Tamon took her lips in a flash. With a gentle kiss, he parted her lips, catching her off guard.

 

Soft, warm flesh pushed in and quickly passed through her mouth.

 

When she regained consciousness, Roselyn pulled her head back.

 

“Why…..!”

 

“There’s no taste of blood. That’s good.”

 

Tamon, who checked Roselyn’s mouth, smiled as relaxed as usual.

 

Roselyn glared at him with a look of frustration.

 

“Do you  have to confirm it with a kiss?”

 

“Because you wouldn’t open your mouth for me.”

 

 “You can ask Asrell.”

 

“Ah. I didn’t think that way.”

 

Tamon chuckled, a look of realization on his face as he took a step back.

 

“But I prefer the way I did…”

 

He mumbled and licked his lips as if tasting something.

 

Roselyn’s face reddened even more with his vulgar tongue. She lowered her head, not wanting to see Tamon’s wild eyes.

 

“Why are you avoiding eye contact?”

 

Tamon bent his knees to follow her gaze.

 

He lowered his posture, revealing his massive thighs beneath his loosely tied gown.

 

Roselyn didn’t even know where to look.

 

When she turned her head to the side, Tamon grabbed her by the chin again.

 

“Huh?”

 

She tried several times to avoid his gaze, but he followed her eyes persistently.

 

‘You’re such a troublesome man.’

 

Roselyn looked at him with a look of resignation.

 

However, she would rather look into his eyes rather than near his gown, which was just barely closed.

 

Staring at her intently, Tamon lifted a finger and swept around her reddened eyes.

 

His hand was so big that her face was covered in the palm of his hand.

 

He was fiddling around Roselyn’s bright reddened eye when he asked curiously.

 

“You didn’t cry after all that, so why did you cry now?”

 

He meant when she was dumped in the snowy mountains.

 

Roselyn fell silent, suppressing the fever that was trying to rise.

 

“…It’s pretty and red, but I don’t like it very much.”

 

Tamon mumbled something she didn’t understand.

 

His hand touched her cheek, then her neck.

 

It was where Roselyn had cut her neck. Fortunately, the wound on her skin had healed well.

 

He lowered his hand and lifted her hand up.

 

Her nails were still growing, and her fingertips were also nicely covered in pink flesh.

 

Tamon smiled, the corner of his lips lifted up as if he liked it.

 

And then, one moment, he started kissing Roselyn’s pink fingertips.

 

Roselyn winced as his warm, plump lips sucked on her fingers.

 

He stared up at her, looking only into her eyes. Then he went straight to kissing every one of her fingers.

 

‘Why am I so thirsty?’ This kind of tension was awkward. Roselyn slowly chewed and swallowed the hard spit that was trying to make her lose her temper, and deliberately kept her expression.

 

“I guess I can’t do anything about the speed your nails are growing.”

 

He mumbled something as if he regretted it.

 

Then he kissed the back of her hand and put it down. It was then that Roselyn finally let out the breath she’d been holding in.

 

As soon as she was relieved, however, his hand grabbed her ankle.

 

“What are you doing ……!”

 

‘I’ve let my guard down.’

 

He held up her ankle which was covered with old wounds.

 

It was where a piece of wood had penetrated from the heel to the Achilles tendon.

 

That wasn’t enough, the heel was cut in half before he barely reattached it.

 

There was also a tear on the top of her foot, and the shape of it was a little crooked because it was bent after she forced herself to run.

 

No matter how much she looked at it, it was not a pretty foot.

 

To top it all off, even the toenails were pulled out by Gillotti’s torture.

 

Roselyn had never been ashamed of her feet nor was she atrophied by it. But even so, it wasn’t something she was proud enough to show off publicly to others. Tamon casually kissed her hideous foot.

 

“…!”

 

The words choked in her throat, “Don’t tell me what you’re doing is…..”

 

Small toes, skinny feet, and thin ankles.. ……….

 

He kissed her finely, without haste.

 

There was no lewdness or irritation like when he kissed her.

 

It was so leisurely and carefully that it seemed pious in a way.

 

‘What do you mean ‘pious’?’

 

Roselyn cursed to herself as she rambled on.

 

It couldn’t be, but her eyes were too stupid to see the phenomenon properly.

 

“Doesn’t this foot hurt?”

 

“Not at all.”

 

Actually, it did hurt sometimes.

 

But it wasn’t really pain from the tingling of the wound, it was mental pain.

 

Tamon explored her ankle in detail. He delicately rubbed the twisted and torn scar with his fingertips.

 

Gillotti made a game of it when Roselyn’s ankle was even slightly exposed. 

 

He threw things at her, and insulted her with every word he could.

 

“You’re very good, huh? Can’t you get rid of those hideous feet right away? You think you’re a hero just because you’ve eliminated one of those monsters, don’t you? You’re a fool! Foolish!”

 

His screechy voice was still vivid in Roselyn’s ears.

 

“…… you don’t find my feet horrifying?”

 

Tamon glanced up at her.

 

“Not at all.”

 

He kissed the back of Roselyn’s foot once more, not taking his eyes off her.

 

“They’re just pretty…I’d love to suck it.”

 

“…”

 

‘What on earth is the brain of this man made of?’

 

There was no doubt that it was full of lust and debauchery.

 

Tamon, watching Roselyn’s scrunched up face, laughed, narrowing the edges of his eyes.

 

“……. I’d like to lick it.”

 

How could he say something like that with a smile?

 

It was as phenomenal as this.

 

He laughed, his shimmering eyes looking at her in amusement.

 

The way he looked at her was like a demon of lust. Roselyn didn’t know if there was such a thing, but if there was, it would have looked like that.

 

Prodigal, sexy, lewd, and regal was the perfect description.

 

‘Ugh.’

 

She looked down at his thighs, which were folded thickly, and stood out.

 

In the meantime, the open gown blocked out the center, but it wasn’t much.

 

Roselyn spoke as she hastily averted her eyes

 

“You really are…don’t you have any shame?”

 

 “I guess I don’t.”

 

He replied casually, already licking her ankle.

 

He even bit her ankle like a puppy.

 

“What are you doing?”

 

Roselyn panicked and strained to pull her leg out.

 

Tamon, who she thought would not let her go, let her go very easily.

 

Tamon quickly picked her up when she almost fell backwards because she had put too much effort into it.

 

“I’m hungry. Do you want something to eat?”

 

He spoke as if to ask, but he did not wait for her reply.

 

Tamon held her in his arms and walked on.

 

Roselyn was curious about his gown, which hung loosely from earlier, but she just couldn’t bring herself to say “get dressed”.

 

Sigh….

 

It wasn’t her place to be concerned. Roselyn leaned in desperately.

 

Her reddened eyes, as if she had cried, returned.

 

Chapter 5. How did this happen?

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Roselyn was silent this time, so Tamon thought he would look at her tongue.

 

Did he think she was tongue-tied?

 

But it didn’t matter what Tamon thought, she couldn’t just stick her tongue out comically like that.

 

Roselyn was stubbornly silent.

 

“I’d like to see it..….”

 

Tamon tapped her little chin as if to tell her to hold her tongue out.

 

Roselyn looked at him, her brow furrowed.

 

The sharp Asrell quietly left the room.

 

The two of them were left alone again in the warm, sunny room.

 

Only the faint sound of the breeze rustling could be heard in the room.

 

Tamon chuckled and murmured.

 

“You’re not the kind of person to hold your tongue out, are you?”

 

As he said this, Tamon bent down.

 

Roselyn felt his face close and Tamon took her lips in a flash. With a gentle kiss, he parted her lips, catching her off guard.

 

Soft, warm flesh pushed in and quickly passed through her mouth.

 

When she regained consciousness, Roselyn pulled her head back.

 

“Why…..!”

 

“There’s no taste of blood. That’s good.”

 

Tamon, who checked Roselyn’s mouth, smiled as relaxed as usual.

 

Roselyn glared at him with a look of frustration.

 

“Do you  have to confirm it with a kiss?”

 

“Because you wouldn’t open your mouth for me.”

 

 “You can ask Asrell.”

 

“Ah. I didn’t think that way.”

 

Tamon chuckled, a look of realization on his face as he took a step back.

 

“But I prefer the way I did…”

 

He mumbled and licked his lips as if tasting something.

 

Roselyn’s face reddened even more with his vulgar tongue. She lowered her head, not wanting to see Tamon’s wild eyes.

 

“Why are you avoiding eye contact?”

 

Tamon bent his knees to follow her gaze.

 

He lowered his posture, revealing his massive thighs beneath his loosely tied gown.

 

Roselyn didn’t even know where to look.

 

When she turned her head to the side, Tamon grabbed her by the chin again.

 

“Huh?”

 

She tried several times to avoid his gaze, but he followed her eyes persistently.

 

‘You’re such a troublesome man.’

 

Roselyn looked at him with a look of resignation.

 

However, she would rather look into his eyes rather than near his gown, which was just barely closed.

 

Staring at her intently, Tamon lifted a finger and swept around her reddened eyes.

 

His hand was so big that her face was covered in the palm of his hand.

 

He was fiddling around Roselyn’s bright reddened eye when he asked curiously.

 

“You didn’t cry after all that, so why did you cry now?”

 

He meant when she was dumped in the snowy mountains.

 

Roselyn fell silent, suppressing the fever that was trying to rise.

 

“…It’s pretty and red, but I don’t like it very much.”

 

Tamon mumbled something she didn’t understand.

 

His hand touched her cheek, then her neck.

 

It was where Roselyn had cut her neck. Fortunately, the wound on her skin had healed well.

 

He lowered his hand and lifted her hand up.

 

Her nails were still growing, and her fingertips were also nicely covered in pink flesh.

 

Tamon smiled, the corner of his lips lifted up as if he liked it.

 

And then, one moment, he started kissing Roselyn’s pink fingertips.

 

Roselyn winced as his warm, plump lips sucked on her fingers.

 

He stared up at her, looking only into her eyes. Then he went straight to kissing every one of her fingers.

 

‘Why am I so thirsty?’ This kind of tension was awkward. Roselyn slowly chewed and swallowed the hard spit that was trying to make her lose her temper, and deliberately kept her expression.

 

“I guess I can’t do anything about the speed your nails are growing.”

 

He mumbled something as if he regretted it.

 

Then he kissed the back of her hand and put it down. It was then that Roselyn finally let out the breath she’d been holding in.

 

As soon as she was relieved, however, his hand grabbed her ankle.

 

“What are you doing ……!”

 

‘I’ve let my guard down.’

 

He held up her ankle which was covered with old wounds.

 

It was where a piece of wood had penetrated from the heel to the Achilles tendon.

 

That wasn’t enough, the heel was cut in half before he barely reattached it.

 

There was also a tear on the top of her foot, and the shape of it was a little crooked because it was bent after she forced herself to run.

 

No matter how much she looked at it, it was not a pretty foot.

 

To top it all off, even the toenails were pulled out by Gillotti’s torture.

 

Roselyn had never been ashamed of her feet nor was she atrophied by it. But even so, it wasn’t something she was proud enough to show off publicly to others. Tamon casually kissed her hideous foot.

 

“…!”

 

The words choked in her throat, “Don’t tell me what you’re doing is…..”

 

Small toes, skinny feet, and thin ankles.. ……….

 

He kissed her finely, without haste.

 

There was no lewdness or irritation like when he kissed her.

 

It was so leisurely and carefully that it seemed pious in a way.

 

‘What do you mean ‘pious’?’

 

Roselyn cursed to herself as she rambled on.

 

It couldn’t be, but her eyes were too stupid to see the phenomenon properly.

 

“Doesn’t this foot hurt?”

 

“Not at all.”

 

Actually, it did hurt sometimes.

 

But it wasn’t really pain from the tingling of the wound, it was mental pain.

 

Tamon explored her ankle in detail. He delicately rubbed the twisted and torn scar with his fingertips.

 

Gillotti made a game of it when Roselyn’s ankle was even slightly exposed. 

 

He threw things at her, and insulted her with every word he could.

 

“You’re very good, huh? Can’t you get rid of those hideous feet right away? You think you’re a hero just because you’ve eliminated one of those monsters, don’t you? You’re a fool! Foolish!”

 

His screechy voice was still vivid in Roselyn’s ears.

 

“…… you don’t find my feet horrifying?”

 

Tamon glanced up at her.

 

“Not at all.”

 

He kissed the back of Roselyn’s foot once more, not taking his eyes off her.

 

“They’re just pretty…I’d love to suck it.”

 

“…”

 

‘What on earth is the brain of this man made of?’

 

There was no doubt that it was full of lust and debauchery.

 

Tamon, watching Roselyn’s scrunched up face, laughed, narrowing the edges of his eyes.

 

“……. I’d like to lick it.”

 

How could he say something like that with a smile?

 

It was as phenomenal as this.

 

He laughed, his shimmering eyes looking at her in amusement.

 

The way he looked at her was like a demon of lust. Roselyn didn’t know if there was such a thing, but if there was, it would have looked like that.

 

Prodigal, sexy, lewd, and regal was the perfect description.

 

‘Ugh.’

 

She looked down at his thighs, which were folded thickly, and stood out.

 

In the meantime, the open gown blocked out the center, but it wasn’t much.

 

Roselyn spoke as she hastily averted her eyes

 

“You really are…don’t you have any shame?”

 

 “I guess I don’t.”

 

He replied casually, already licking her ankle.

 

He even bit her ankle like a puppy.

 

“What are you doing?”

 

Roselyn panicked and strained to pull her leg out.

 

Tamon, who she thought would not let her go, let her go very easily.

 

Tamon quickly picked her up when she almost fell backwards because she had put too much effort into it.

 

“I’m hungry. Do you want something to eat?”

 

He spoke as if to ask, but he did not wait for her reply.

 

Tamon held her in his arms and walked on.

 

Roselyn was curious about his gown, which hung loosely from earlier, but she just couldn’t bring herself to say “get dressed”.

 

Sigh….

 

It wasn’t her place to be concerned. Roselyn leaned in desperately.

 

Her reddened eyes, as if she had cried, returned.

 

Chapter 6. Swallowing eyes

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Roselyn was silent this time, so Tamon thought he would look at her tongue.

 

Did he think she was tongue-tied?

 

But it didn’t matter what Tamon thought, she couldn’t just stick her tongue out comically like that.

 

Roselyn was stubbornly silent.

 

“I’d like to see it..….”

 

Tamon tapped her little chin as if to tell her to hold her tongue out.

 

Roselyn looked at him, her brow furrowed.

 

The sharp Asrell quietly left the room.

 

The two of them were left alone again in the warm, sunny room.

 

Only the faint sound of the breeze rustling could be heard in the room.

 

Tamon chuckled and murmured.

 

“You’re not the kind of person to hold your tongue out, are you?”

 

As he said this, Tamon bent down.

 

Roselyn felt his face close and Tamon took her lips in a flash. With a gentle kiss, he parted her lips, catching her off guard.

 

Soft, warm flesh pushed in and quickly passed through her mouth.

 

When she regained consciousness, Roselyn pulled her head back.

 

“Why…..!”

 

“There’s no taste of blood. That’s good.”

 

Tamon, who checked Roselyn’s mouth, smiled as relaxed as usual.

 

Roselyn glared at him with a look of frustration.

 

“Do you  have to confirm it with a kiss?”

 

“Because you wouldn’t open your mouth for me.”

 

 “You can ask Asrell.”

 

“Ah. I didn’t think that way.”

 

Tamon chuckled, a look of realization on his face as he took a step back.

 

“But I prefer the way I did…”

 

He mumbled and licked his lips as if tasting something.

 

Roselyn’s face reddened even more with his vulgar tongue. She lowered her head, not wanting to see Tamon’s wild eyes.

 

“Why are you avoiding eye contact?”

 

Tamon bent his knees to follow her gaze.

 

He lowered his posture, revealing his massive thighs beneath his loosely tied gown.

 

Roselyn didn’t even know where to look.

 

When she turned her head to the side, Tamon grabbed her by the chin again.

 

“Huh?”

 

She tried several times to avoid his gaze, but he followed her eyes persistently.

 

‘You’re such a troublesome man.’

 

Roselyn looked at him with a look of resignation.

 

However, she would rather look into his eyes rather than near his gown, which was just barely closed.

 

Staring at her intently, Tamon lifted a finger and swept around her reddened eyes.

 

His hand was so big that her face was covered in the palm of his hand.

 

He was fiddling around Roselyn’s bright reddened eye when he asked curiously.

 

“You didn’t cry after all that, so why did you cry now?”

 

He meant when she was dumped in the snowy mountains.

 

Roselyn fell silent, suppressing the fever that was trying to rise.

 

“…It’s pretty and red, but I don’t like it very much.”

 

Tamon mumbled something she didn’t understand.

 

His hand touched her cheek, then her neck.

 

It was where Roselyn had cut her neck. Fortunately, the wound on her skin had healed well.

 

He lowered his hand and lifted her hand up.

 

Her nails were still growing, and her fingertips were also nicely covered in pink flesh.

 

Tamon smiled, the corner of his lips lifted up as if he liked it.

 

And then, one moment, he started kissing Roselyn’s pink fingertips.

 

Roselyn winced as his warm, plump lips sucked on her fingers.

 

He stared up at her, looking only into her eyes. Then he went straight to kissing every one of her fingers.

 

‘Why am I so thirsty?’ This kind of tension was awkward. Roselyn slowly chewed and swallowed the hard spit that was trying to make her lose her temper, and deliberately kept her expression.

 

“I guess I can’t do anything about the speed your nails are growing.”

 

He mumbled something as if he regretted it.

 

Then he kissed the back of her hand and put it down. It was then that Roselyn finally let out the breath she’d been holding in.

 

As soon as she was relieved, however, his hand grabbed her ankle.

 

“What are you doing ……!”

 

‘I’ve let my guard down.’

 

He held up her ankle which was covered with old wounds.

 

It was where a piece of wood had penetrated from the heel to the Achilles tendon.

 

That wasn’t enough, the heel was cut in half before he barely reattached it.

 

There was also a tear on the top of her foot, and the shape of it was a little crooked because it was bent after she forced herself to run.

 

No matter how much she looked at it, it was not a pretty foot.

 

To top it all off, even the toenails were pulled out by Gillotti’s torture.

 

Roselyn had never been ashamed of her feet nor was she atrophied by it. But even so, it wasn’t something she was proud enough to show off publicly to others. Tamon casually kissed her hideous foot.

 

“…!”

 

The words choked in her throat, “Don’t tell me what you’re doing is…..”

 

Small toes, skinny feet, and thin ankles.. ……….

 

He kissed her finely, without haste.

 

There was no lewdness or irritation like when he kissed her.

 

It was so leisurely and carefully that it seemed pious in a way.

 

‘What do you mean ‘pious’?’

 

Roselyn cursed to herself as she rambled on.

 

It couldn’t be, but her eyes were too stupid to see the phenomenon properly.

 

“Doesn’t this foot hurt?”

 

“Not at all.”

 

Actually, it did hurt sometimes.

 

But it wasn’t really pain from the tingling of the wound, it was mental pain.

 

Tamon explored her ankle in detail. He delicately rubbed the twisted and torn scar with his fingertips.

 

Gillotti made a game of it when Roselyn’s ankle was even slightly exposed. 

 

He threw things at her, and insulted her with every word he could.

 

“You’re very good, huh? Can’t you get rid of those hideous feet right away? You think you’re a hero just because you’ve eliminated one of those monsters, don’t you? You’re a fool! Foolish!”

 

His screechy voice was still vivid in Roselyn’s ears.

 

“…… you don’t find my feet horrifying?”

 

Tamon glanced up at her.

 

“Not at all.”

 

He kissed the back of Roselyn’s foot once more, not taking his eyes off her.

 

“They’re just pretty…I’d love to suck it.”

 

“…”

 

‘What on earth is the brain of this man made of?’

 

There was no doubt that it was full of lust and debauchery.

 

Tamon, watching Roselyn’s scrunched up face, laughed, narrowing the edges of his eyes.

 

“……. I’d like to lick it.”

 

How could he say something like that with a smile?

 

It was as phenomenal as this.

 

He laughed, his shimmering eyes looking at her in amusement.

 

The way he looked at her was like a demon of lust. Roselyn didn’t know if there was such a thing, but if there was, it would have looked like that.

 

Prodigal, sexy, lewd, and regal was the perfect description.

 

‘Ugh.’

 

She looked down at his thighs, which were folded thickly, and stood out.

 

In the meantime, the open gown blocked out the center, but it wasn’t much.

 

Roselyn spoke as she hastily averted her eyes

 

“You really are…don’t you have any shame?”

 

 “I guess I don’t.”

 

He replied casually, already licking her ankle.

 

He even bit her ankle like a puppy.

 

“What are you doing?”

 

Roselyn panicked and strained to pull her leg out.

 

Tamon, who she thought would not let her go, let her go very easily.

 

Tamon quickly picked her up when she almost fell backwards because she had put too much effort into it.

 

“I’m hungry. Do you want something to eat?”

 

He spoke as if to ask, but he did not wait for her reply.

 

Tamon held her in his arms and walked on.

 

Roselyn was curious about his gown, which hung loosely from earlier, but she just couldn’t bring herself to say “get dressed”.

 

Sigh….

 

It wasn’t her place to be concerned. Roselyn leaned in desperately.

 

Her reddened eyes, as if she had cried, returned.

 

Chapter 7. Natasha Roanti

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Roselyn was silent this time, so Tamon thought he would look at her tongue.

 

Did he think she was tongue-tied?

 

But it didn’t matter what Tamon thought, she couldn’t just stick her tongue out comically like that.

 

Roselyn was stubbornly silent.

 

“I’d like to see it..….”

 

Tamon tapped her little chin as if to tell her to hold her tongue out.

 

Roselyn looked at him, her brow furrowed.

 

The sharp Asrell quietly left the room.

 

The two of them were left alone again in the warm, sunny room.

 

Only the faint sound of the breeze rustling could be heard in the room.

 

Tamon chuckled and murmured.

 

“You’re not the kind of person to hold your tongue out, are you?”

 

As he said this, Tamon bent down.

 

Roselyn felt his face close and Tamon took her lips in a flash. With a gentle kiss, he parted her lips, catching her off guard.

 

Soft, warm flesh pushed in and quickly passed through her mouth.

 

When she regained consciousness, Roselyn pulled her head back.

 

“Why…..!”

 

“There’s no taste of blood. That’s good.”

 

Tamon, who checked Roselyn’s mouth, smiled as relaxed as usual.

 

Roselyn glared at him with a look of frustration.

 

“Do you  have to confirm it with a kiss?”

 

“Because you wouldn’t open your mouth for me.”

 

 “You can ask Asrell.”

 

“Ah. I didn’t think that way.”

 

Tamon chuckled, a look of realization on his face as he took a step back.

 

“But I prefer the way I did…”

 

He mumbled and licked his lips as if tasting something.

 

Roselyn’s face reddened even more with his vulgar tongue. She lowered her head, not wanting to see Tamon’s wild eyes.

 

“Why are you avoiding eye contact?”

 

Tamon bent his knees to follow her gaze.

 

He lowered his posture, revealing his massive thighs beneath his loosely tied gown.

 

Roselyn didn’t even know where to look.

 

When she turned her head to the side, Tamon grabbed her by the chin again.

 

“Huh?”

 

She tried several times to avoid his gaze, but he followed her eyes persistently.

 

‘You’re such a troublesome man.’

 

Roselyn looked at him with a look of resignation.

 

However, she would rather look into his eyes rather than near his gown, which was just barely closed.

 

Staring at her intently, Tamon lifted a finger and swept around her reddened eyes.

 

His hand was so big that her face was covered in the palm of his hand.

 

He was fiddling around Roselyn’s bright reddened eye when he asked curiously.

 

“You didn’t cry after all that, so why did you cry now?”

 

He meant when she was dumped in the snowy mountains.

 

Roselyn fell silent, suppressing the fever that was trying to rise.

 

“…It’s pretty and red, but I don’t like it very much.”

 

Tamon mumbled something she didn’t understand.

 

His hand touched her cheek, then her neck.

 

It was where Roselyn had cut her neck. Fortunately, the wound on her skin had healed well.

 

He lowered his hand and lifted her hand up.

 

Her nails were still growing, and her fingertips were also nicely covered in pink flesh.

 

Tamon smiled, the corner of his lips lifted up as if he liked it.

 

And then, one moment, he started kissing Roselyn’s pink fingertips.

 

Roselyn winced as his warm, plump lips sucked on her fingers.

 

He stared up at her, looking only into her eyes. Then he went straight to kissing every one of her fingers.

 

‘Why am I so thirsty?’ This kind of tension was awkward. Roselyn slowly chewed and swallowed the hard spit that was trying to make her lose her temper, and deliberately kept her expression.

 

“I guess I can’t do anything about the speed your nails are growing.”

 

He mumbled something as if he regretted it.

 

Then he kissed the back of her hand and put it down. It was then that Roselyn finally let out the breath she’d been holding in.

 

As soon as she was relieved, however, his hand grabbed her ankle.

 

“What are you doing ……!”

 

‘I’ve let my guard down.’

 

He held up her ankle which was covered with old wounds.

 

It was where a piece of wood had penetrated from the heel to the Achilles tendon.

 

That wasn’t enough, the heel was cut in half before he barely reattached it.

 

There was also a tear on the top of her foot, and the shape of it was a little crooked because it was bent after she forced herself to run.

 

No matter how much she looked at it, it was not a pretty foot.

 

To top it all off, even the toenails were pulled out by Gillotti’s torture.

 

Roselyn had never been ashamed of her feet nor was she atrophied by it. But even so, it wasn’t something she was proud enough to show off publicly to others. Tamon casually kissed her hideous foot.

 

“…!”

 

The words choked in her throat, “Don’t tell me what you’re doing is…..”

 

Small toes, skinny feet, and thin ankles.. ……….

 

He kissed her finely, without haste.

 

There was no lewdness or irritation like when he kissed her.

 

It was so leisurely and carefully that it seemed pious in a way.

 

‘What do you mean ‘pious’?’

 

Roselyn cursed to herself as she rambled on.

 

It couldn’t be, but her eyes were too stupid to see the phenomenon properly.

 

“Doesn’t this foot hurt?”

 

“Not at all.”

 

Actually, it did hurt sometimes.

 

But it wasn’t really pain from the tingling of the wound, it was mental pain.

 

Tamon explored her ankle in detail. He delicately rubbed the twisted and torn scar with his fingertips.

 

Gillotti made a game of it when Roselyn’s ankle was even slightly exposed. 

 

He threw things at her, and insulted her with every word he could.

 

“You’re very good, huh? Can’t you get rid of those hideous feet right away? You think you’re a hero just because you’ve eliminated one of those monsters, don’t you? You’re a fool! Foolish!”

 

His screechy voice was still vivid in Roselyn’s ears.

 

“…… you don’t find my feet horrifying?”

 

Tamon glanced up at her.

 

“Not at all.”

 

He kissed the back of Roselyn’s foot once more, not taking his eyes off her.

 

“They’re just pretty…I’d love to suck it.”

 

“…”

 

‘What on earth is the brain of this man made of?’

 

There was no doubt that it was full of lust and debauchery.

 

Tamon, watching Roselyn’s scrunched up face, laughed, narrowing the edges of his eyes.

 

“……. I’d like to lick it.”

 

How could he say something like that with a smile?

 

It was as phenomenal as this.

 

He laughed, his shimmering eyes looking at her in amusement.

 

The way he looked at her was like a demon of lust. Roselyn didn’t know if there was such a thing, but if there was, it would have looked like that.

 

Prodigal, sexy, lewd, and regal was the perfect description.

 

‘Ugh.’

 

She looked down at his thighs, which were folded thickly, and stood out.

 

In the meantime, the open gown blocked out the center, but it wasn’t much.

 

Roselyn spoke as she hastily averted her eyes

 

“You really are…don’t you have any shame?”

 

 “I guess I don’t.”

 

He replied casually, already licking her ankle.

 

He even bit her ankle like a puppy.

 

“What are you doing?”

 

Roselyn panicked and strained to pull her leg out.

 

Tamon, who she thought would not let her go, let her go very easily.

 

Tamon quickly picked her up when she almost fell backwards because she had put too much effort into it.

 

“I’m hungry. Do you want something to eat?”

 

He spoke as if to ask, but he did not wait for her reply.

 

Tamon held her in his arms and walked on.

 

Roselyn was curious about his gown, which hung loosely from earlier, but she just couldn’t bring herself to say “get dressed”.

 

Sigh….

 

It wasn’t her place to be concerned. Roselyn leaned in desperately.

 

Her reddened eyes, as if she had cried, returned.

 

Chapter 8. The crying sound

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Roselyn was silent this time, so Tamon thought he would look at her tongue.

 

Did he think she was tongue-tied?

 

But it didn’t matter what Tamon thought, she couldn’t just stick her tongue out comically like that.

 

Roselyn was stubbornly silent.

 

“I’d like to see it..….”

 

Tamon tapped her little chin as if to tell her to hold her tongue out.

 

Roselyn looked at him, her brow furrowed.

 

The sharp Asrell quietly left the room.

 

The two of them were left alone again in the warm, sunny room.

 

Only the faint sound of the breeze rustling could be heard in the room.

 

Tamon chuckled and murmured.

 

“You’re not the kind of person to hold your tongue out, are you?”

 

As he said this, Tamon bent down.

 

Roselyn felt his face close and Tamon took her lips in a flash. With a gentle kiss, he parted her lips, catching her off guard.

 

Soft, warm flesh pushed in and quickly passed through her mouth.

 

When she regained consciousness, Roselyn pulled her head back.

 

“Why…..!”

 

“There’s no taste of blood. That’s good.”

 

Tamon, who checked Roselyn’s mouth, smiled as relaxed as usual.

 

Roselyn glared at him with a look of frustration.

 

“Do you  have to confirm it with a kiss?”

 

“Because you wouldn’t open your mouth for me.”

 

 “You can ask Asrell.”

 

“Ah. I didn’t think that way.”

 

Tamon chuckled, a look of realization on his face as he took a step back.

 

“But I prefer the way I did…”

 

He mumbled and licked his lips as if tasting something.

 

Roselyn’s face reddened even more with his vulgar tongue. She lowered her head, not wanting to see Tamon’s wild eyes.

 

“Why are you avoiding eye contact?”

 

Tamon bent his knees to follow her gaze.

 

He lowered his posture, revealing his massive thighs beneath his loosely tied gown.

 

Roselyn didn’t even know where to look.

 

When she turned her head to the side, Tamon grabbed her by the chin again.

 

“Huh?”

 

She tried several times to avoid his gaze, but he followed her eyes persistently.

 

‘You’re such a troublesome man.’

 

Roselyn looked at him with a look of resignation.

 

However, she would rather look into his eyes rather than near his gown, which was just barely closed.

 

Staring at her intently, Tamon lifted a finger and swept around her reddened eyes.

 

His hand was so big that her face was covered in the palm of his hand.

 

He was fiddling around Roselyn’s bright reddened eye when he asked curiously.

 

“You didn’t cry after all that, so why did you cry now?”

 

He meant when she was dumped in the snowy mountains.

 

Roselyn fell silent, suppressing the fever that was trying to rise.

 

“…It’s pretty and red, but I don’t like it very much.”

 

Tamon mumbled something she didn’t understand.

 

His hand touched her cheek, then her neck.

 

It was where Roselyn had cut her neck. Fortunately, the wound on her skin had healed well.

 

He lowered his hand and lifted her hand up.

 

Her nails were still growing, and her fingertips were also nicely covered in pink flesh.

 

Tamon smiled, the corner of his lips lifted up as if he liked it.

 

And then, one moment, he started kissing Roselyn’s pink fingertips.

 

Roselyn winced as his warm, plump lips sucked on her fingers.

 

He stared up at her, looking only into her eyes. Then he went straight to kissing every one of her fingers.

 

‘Why am I so thirsty?’ This kind of tension was awkward. Roselyn slowly chewed and swallowed the hard spit that was trying to make her lose her temper, and deliberately kept her expression.

 

“I guess I can’t do anything about the speed your nails are growing.”

 

He mumbled something as if he regretted it.

 

Then he kissed the back of her hand and put it down. It was then that Roselyn finally let out the breath she’d been holding in.

 

As soon as she was relieved, however, his hand grabbed her ankle.

 

“What are you doing ……!”

 

‘I’ve let my guard down.’

 

He held up her ankle which was covered with old wounds.

 

It was where a piece of wood had penetrated from the heel to the Achilles tendon.

 

That wasn’t enough, the heel was cut in half before he barely reattached it.

 

There was also a tear on the top of her foot, and the shape of it was a little crooked because it was bent after she forced herself to run.

 

No matter how much she looked at it, it was not a pretty foot.

 

To top it all off, even the toenails were pulled out by Gillotti’s torture.

 

Roselyn had never been ashamed of her feet nor was she atrophied by it. But even so, it wasn’t something she was proud enough to show off publicly to others. Tamon casually kissed her hideous foot.

 

“…!”

 

The words choked in her throat, “Don’t tell me what you’re doing is…..”

 

Small toes, skinny feet, and thin ankles.. ……….

 

He kissed her finely, without haste.

 

There was no lewdness or irritation like when he kissed her.

 

It was so leisurely and carefully that it seemed pious in a way.

 

‘What do you mean ‘pious’?’

 

Roselyn cursed to herself as she rambled on.

 

It couldn’t be, but her eyes were too stupid to see the phenomenon properly.

 

“Doesn’t this foot hurt?”

 

“Not at all.”

 

Actually, it did hurt sometimes.

 

But it wasn’t really pain from the tingling of the wound, it was mental pain.

 

Tamon explored her ankle in detail. He delicately rubbed the twisted and torn scar with his fingertips.

 

Gillotti made a game of it when Roselyn’s ankle was even slightly exposed. 

 

He threw things at her, and insulted her with every word he could.

 

“You’re very good, huh? Can’t you get rid of those hideous feet right away? You think you’re a hero just because you’ve eliminated one of those monsters, don’t you? You’re a fool! Foolish!”

 

His screechy voice was still vivid in Roselyn’s ears.

 

“…… you don’t find my feet horrifying?”

 

Tamon glanced up at her.

 

“Not at all.”

 

He kissed the back of Roselyn’s foot once more, not taking his eyes off her.

 

“They’re just pretty…I’d love to suck it.”

 

“…”

 

‘What on earth is the brain of this man made of?’

 

There was no doubt that it was full of lust and debauchery.

 

Tamon, watching Roselyn’s scrunched up face, laughed, narrowing the edges of his eyes.

 

“……. I’d like to lick it.”

 

How could he say something like that with a smile?

 

It was as phenomenal as this.

 

He laughed, his shimmering eyes looking at her in amusement.

 

The way he looked at her was like a demon of lust. Roselyn didn’t know if there was such a thing, but if there was, it would have looked like that.

 

Prodigal, sexy, lewd, and regal was the perfect description.

 

‘Ugh.’

 

She looked down at his thighs, which were folded thickly, and stood out.

 

In the meantime, the open gown blocked out the center, but it wasn’t much.

 

Roselyn spoke as she hastily averted her eyes

 

“You really are…don’t you have any shame?”

 

 “I guess I don’t.”

 

He replied casually, already licking her ankle.

 

He even bit her ankle like a puppy.

 

“What are you doing?”

 

Roselyn panicked and strained to pull her leg out.

 

Tamon, who she thought would not let her go, let her go very easily.

 

Tamon quickly picked her up when she almost fell backwards because she had put too much effort into it.

 

“I’m hungry. Do you want something to eat?”

 

He spoke as if to ask, but he did not wait for her reply.

 

Tamon held her in his arms and walked on.

 

Roselyn was curious about his gown, which hung loosely from earlier, but she just couldn’t bring herself to say “get dressed”.

 

Sigh….

 

It wasn’t her place to be concerned. Roselyn leaned in desperately.

 

Her reddened eyes, as if she had cried, returned.

 

Chapter 9. Are you throwing yourself away?

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Roselyn was silent this time, so Tamon thought he would look at her tongue.

 

Did he think she was tongue-tied?

 

But it didn’t matter what Tamon thought, she couldn’t just stick her tongue out comically like that.

 

Roselyn was stubbornly silent.

 

“I’d like to see it..….”

 

Tamon tapped her little chin as if to tell her to hold her tongue out.

 

Roselyn looked at him, her brow furrowed.

 

The sharp Asrell quietly left the room.

 

The two of them were left alone again in the warm, sunny room.

 

Only the faint sound of the breeze rustling could be heard in the room.

 

Tamon chuckled and murmured.

 

“You’re not the kind of person to hold your tongue out, are you?”

 

As he said this, Tamon bent down.

 

Roselyn felt his face close and Tamon took her lips in a flash. With a gentle kiss, he parted her lips, catching her off guard.

 

Soft, warm flesh pushed in and quickly passed through her mouth.

 

When she regained consciousness, Roselyn pulled her head back.

 

“Why…..!”

 

“There’s no taste of blood. That’s good.”

 

Tamon, who checked Roselyn’s mouth, smiled as relaxed as usual.

 

Roselyn glared at him with a look of frustration.

 

“Do you  have to confirm it with a kiss?”

 

“Because you wouldn’t open your mouth for me.”

 

 “You can ask Asrell.”

 

“Ah. I didn’t think that way.”

 

Tamon chuckled, a look of realization on his face as he took a step back.

 

“But I prefer the way I did…”

 

He mumbled and licked his lips as if tasting something.

 

Roselyn’s face reddened even more with his vulgar tongue. She lowered her head, not wanting to see Tamon’s wild eyes.

 

“Why are you avoiding eye contact?”

 

Tamon bent his knees to follow her gaze.

 

He lowered his posture, revealing his massive thighs beneath his loosely tied gown.

 

Roselyn didn’t even know where to look.

 

When she turned her head to the side, Tamon grabbed her by the chin again.

 

“Huh?”

 

She tried several times to avoid his gaze, but he followed her eyes persistently.

 

‘You’re such a troublesome man.’

 

Roselyn looked at him with a look of resignation.

 

However, she would rather look into his eyes rather than near his gown, which was just barely closed.

 

Staring at her intently, Tamon lifted a finger and swept around her reddened eyes.

 

His hand was so big that her face was covered in the palm of his hand.

 

He was fiddling around Roselyn’s bright reddened eye when he asked curiously.

 

“You didn’t cry after all that, so why did you cry now?”

 

He meant when she was dumped in the snowy mountains.

 

Roselyn fell silent, suppressing the fever that was trying to rise.

 

“…It’s pretty and red, but I don’t like it very much.”

 

Tamon mumbled something she didn’t understand.

 

His hand touched her cheek, then her neck.

 

It was where Roselyn had cut her neck. Fortunately, the wound on her skin had healed well.

 

He lowered his hand and lifted her hand up.

 

Her nails were still growing, and her fingertips were also nicely covered in pink flesh.

 

Tamon smiled, the corner of his lips lifted up as if he liked it.

 

And then, one moment, he started kissing Roselyn’s pink fingertips.

 

Roselyn winced as his warm, plump lips sucked on her fingers.

 

He stared up at her, looking only into her eyes. Then he went straight to kissing every one of her fingers.

 

‘Why am I so thirsty?’ This kind of tension was awkward. Roselyn slowly chewed and swallowed the hard spit that was trying to make her lose her temper, and deliberately kept her expression.

 

“I guess I can’t do anything about the speed your nails are growing.”

 

He mumbled something as if he regretted it.

 

Then he kissed the back of her hand and put it down. It was then that Roselyn finally let out the breath she’d been holding in.

 

As soon as she was relieved, however, his hand grabbed her ankle.

 

“What are you doing ……!”

 

‘I’ve let my guard down.’

 

He held up her ankle which was covered with old wounds.

 

It was where a piece of wood had penetrated from the heel to the Achilles tendon.

 

That wasn’t enough, the heel was cut in half before he barely reattached it.

 

There was also a tear on the top of her foot, and the shape of it was a little crooked because it was bent after she forced herself to run.

 

No matter how much she looked at it, it was not a pretty foot.

 

To top it all off, even the toenails were pulled out by Gillotti’s torture.

 

Roselyn had never been ashamed of her feet nor was she atrophied by it. But even so, it wasn’t something she was proud enough to show off publicly to others. Tamon casually kissed her hideous foot.

 

“…!”

 

The words choked in her throat, “Don’t tell me what you’re doing is…..”

 

Small toes, skinny feet, and thin ankles.. ……….

 

He kissed her finely, without haste.

 

There was no lewdness or irritation like when he kissed her.

 

It was so leisurely and carefully that it seemed pious in a way.

 

‘What do you mean ‘pious’?’

 

Roselyn cursed to herself as she rambled on.

 

It couldn’t be, but her eyes were too stupid to see the phenomenon properly.

 

“Doesn’t this foot hurt?”

 

“Not at all.”

 

Actually, it did hurt sometimes.

 

But it wasn’t really pain from the tingling of the wound, it was mental pain.

 

Tamon explored her ankle in detail. He delicately rubbed the twisted and torn scar with his fingertips.

 

Gillotti made a game of it when Roselyn’s ankle was even slightly exposed. 

 

He threw things at her, and insulted her with every word he could.

 

“You’re very good, huh? Can’t you get rid of those hideous feet right away? You think you’re a hero just because you’ve eliminated one of those monsters, don’t you? You’re a fool! Foolish!”

 

His screechy voice was still vivid in Roselyn’s ears.

 

“…… you don’t find my feet horrifying?”

 

Tamon glanced up at her.

 

“Not at all.”

 

He kissed the back of Roselyn’s foot once more, not taking his eyes off her.

 

“They’re just pretty…I’d love to suck it.”

 

“…”

 

‘What on earth is the brain of this man made of?’

 

There was no doubt that it was full of lust and debauchery.

 

Tamon, watching Roselyn’s scrunched up face, laughed, narrowing the edges of his eyes.

 

“……. I’d like to lick it.”

 

How could he say something like that with a smile?

 

It was as phenomenal as this.

 

He laughed, his shimmering eyes looking at her in amusement.

 

The way he looked at her was like a demon of lust. Roselyn didn’t know if there was such a thing, but if there was, it would have looked like that.

 

Prodigal, sexy, lewd, and regal was the perfect description.

 

‘Ugh.’

 

She looked down at his thighs, which were folded thickly, and stood out.

 

In the meantime, the open gown blocked out the center, but it wasn’t much.

 

Roselyn spoke as she hastily averted her eyes

 

“You really are…don’t you have any shame?”

 

 “I guess I don’t.”

 

He replied casually, already licking her ankle.

 

He even bit her ankle like a puppy.

 

“What are you doing?”

 

Roselyn panicked and strained to pull her leg out.

 

Tamon, who she thought would not let her go, let her go very easily.

 

Tamon quickly picked her up when she almost fell backwards because she had put too much effort into it.

 

“I’m hungry. Do you want something to eat?”

 

He spoke as if to ask, but he did not wait for her reply.

 

Tamon held her in his arms and walked on.

 

Roselyn was curious about his gown, which hung loosely from earlier, but she just couldn’t bring herself to say “get dressed”.

 

Sigh….

 

It wasn’t her place to be concerned. Roselyn leaned in desperately.

 

Her reddened eyes, as if she had cried, returned.

 

Chapter 10. Why did this woman...?