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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
  • 164. Chapter 164. The Crazy Emperor
  • 165. Chapter 165. Rampage
  • 166. Chapter 166. Clash Of Life And Death
  • 167. Chapter 167. Collect
  • 168. Chapter 168. The Banquet Is Over
  • 169. Chapter 169. A World Without The Power Of God
  • 170. Chapter 170. Thorny Hedge
  • 171. Chapter 171. It Was The Night When Winter Ended
  • 172. Chapter 172. Side Story 1 - The World Has Been Turned Upside Down
  • 173. Chapter 173. Side Story 2 - Death In The Dark
  • 174. Chapter 174. Side Story 3 - Monstein
  • 175. Chapter 175. Side Story 4. Tamon's Happiness
  • 176. Chapter 176. Side Story 5. Very Sweet And Tender
  • 177. Chapter 177. Side Story 6. Methods Of Persuasion
  • 178. Chapter 178. Side Story 7. A Night Full Of Peach Scent
  • 179. Chapter 179. Side Story 8. Desired Asha
  • 180. Chapter 180. Side Story 9. Unexpected Fit
  • 181. Chapter 181. Side Story 10. Return
  • 182. Chapter 182. Side Story 11. All Is Well
  • 183. Chapter 183. Side Story 12. Amazing News
  • 184. Chapter 184. Side Story 13. A Very Cute Dream
  • 185. Chapter 185. Side Story 14. What Kind Of Bullsh*t Is This?
  • 186. Chapter 186. Side Story 15. What Will Turn The World Upside Down
  • 187. Chapter 187. Side Story 16. Suspicious Meeting
  • 188. Chapter 188. Side Story 17. Find Me
  • 189. Chapter 189. Side Story 18. You Just Have To Enjoy It
  • 190. Chapter 190. Side Story 19. Time To Become A Family
  • 191. Chapter 191. Side Story 20. Omen
  • 192. Chapter 192. Side Story 21. Became A Family (End)

Chapter 1. Kill the Empress

 

 

 

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If he didn’t give up his body for the king to relive her anger, he would miss this opportunity.

 

Thankfully, the king even broke his ribs. The throbbing was a bit annoying, but Tamon deliberately kept his resilience low and endured the pain. 

 

In the evening, he was unavoidably caught by the knights, but even then he endured the pain by lowering his body’s recovery as much as possible.

 

This level of bruising was, in fact, bearable. There was nothing he couldn’t bear considering muscle pain. 

 

He wasn’t cut, slashed, or poisoned. Not even a single drop of sweat break out at the mere thought of having one or two ribs pulled out. 

 

Thinking about the sweet reward that would come after that he could endure for days. 

 

“It looks like you’re the one who’s going to have an accident when you go outside, not me.” (Roselyn) 

 

In spite of Roselyn’s reproachful words, Tamon only smiled leisurely. 

 

“You’ve been injured without a single clean area on your entire body, what’s the point of laughing when you’re good?”

 

Roselyn bullied Tamon in a language similar to his.

 

“Please be gentle, I’m hurt.”

 

Tamon exaggeratedly acting hurt and reached out and hugged Roselyn.

 

Oh, I see.

 

This is the cure.

 

As soon as he touched her body, his whole body relaxed sluggishly.

 

When he heard that she met bullies when she was at the festival, his eyes turned upside down.

 

However, when he calmed down and thought about it, he realized that this woman was not the kind of woman who would be beaten by a few thugs.

 

His heart was filled with joy when he saw that she wasn’t injured in the slightest.

 

Her strength was endearing.

 

It reassured him that she was strong, whether internally or externally.

 

So Tamon decided to indulge her rather reassuringly.

 

“It hurts.” (Tamon)

 

“Looking at you, you seem to be exaggerating, too. Every time you get hurt, how…..”

 

Roselyn looked at the huge man who was holding her tightly. 

 

Tamon did not care and buried his lips in her neck.

 

“When one is ill, one’s mind is confused by nature.” (Tamon)

 

“You don’t seem to be hurting that much.” (Roselyn)

 

Tamon burst into laughter at Roselyn’s reluctant suspicion.

 

If he let her talk any longer, she was going to end up suspecting him for a long time for nothing. 

 

Without saying more, he crawled up her lips like a snake and swallowed her lips at once.

 

The feel of her sweet lips was driving him crazy.

 

Was this what it feels like to dip his brain in honey?

 

Should these lips, which caught the man’s breath quickly, be lascivious or sacred?

 

He closed his eyes and breathed in all the enraptured feeling her lips gave him.

 

He felt physically energized.

 

He felt a strong tension in his lower body.

 

In a panic, Roselyn gently moved back and ended up lying on the bed.

 

Tamon smiled and licked her lips, kissed her on the chin and held her close.

 

‘I’m a spoiled brat.’

 

Yes, this was spoiled.

 

He sweetened Asha’s small breasts over and over again, as if he were a huge beast that wanted to be held in the small arms.

 

It was the only moment he had the rights to claim her justly when he needed medical attention.

 

From the moment he recognized it, Tamon did not hesitate to hurt himself.

 

In fact, the bigger and more certain the wound, the better. When it came to compensation, he was willing to abuse his body as much as he could.

 

Because the more hurt he got, the greater his right to take her.

 

What a self-destructive obsession.

 

This kind of love he couldn’t speak up recklessly.

 

And yet, it was too precious and pathetic to dare to demand the same feelings from the other person, but only to pretend to be ignorant and indulgent.

 

“Call my name.”

 

“…Tamon.”

 

“Again, please.”

 

Tamon demanded, biting Roselyn’s soft earlobe, and Roselyn called his name softly.

 

“Tamon.”

 

He loved the way her soft voice whispered his name so nonchalantly.

 

When she gasped and screamed, or when she sobbed and muttered like she couldn’t take it anymore.

 

It was just nice to hear hix name bursting out of these lips.

 

Asha drove him crazy.

 

Tamon wanted to make Asha crazy too.

 

Even if it wasn’t as much as this feeling he felt, he wished this arrogant, poor woman felt something like him.

 

“No, no, no!”

 

A hot feeling was rising up.

 

“Tamon!”

 

As his lips went lower to her moist valley, the more intense her muffled cries became.

 

She pushed his head out and clutched it again, shuddering but holding him tightly with both legs.

 

She didn’t let go of him with her thin hands, as if letting him go would send her falling off a cliff.

 

Oh, this moment was so good he could barely breathe.

 

Tamon was going crazy, loving her strength, her hands, and her legs as she bound him.

 

His lips and tongue moved true to their instincts as if responding to her reaction. 

 

He drank as much of her fountain as he could in the name of therapy.

 

Her red cheeks were addictive like a drug as she felt ashamed.

 

He loved the honest struggle with which she responded to the pleasure at the end.

 

‘Oh, no. It’s weird.’

 

The evening breeze drifted in through the window.

 

The light curtain fluttered in the night breeze, blocking out the light and scattering it.

 

Roselyn felt her eyes blur before her with a raging rush of pleasure.

 

The border between light and dark was faintly visible.

 

Vision became meaningless, and only the smell and feel of his body flitted about.

 

Unable to resist, she grabbed Tamon by both cheeks and made him look at her.

 

Gasping for breath as their eyes met, Tamon kissed her palms and held her.

 

“Do you want me to stop…?”  (Tamon)

 

He whispered with a smile on his wet lips.

 

Was that the lustful devil’s smile that seeped into the bed of a wife who had lost her partner?

 

It was strange.

 

Obviously, she couldn’t stand it, so she grabbed him, but she had no willingness to stop.

 

The pleasure that was coming over her was unmanageable, but it was not enough to ask him to stop.

 

‘Oh, have I already been tainted by this debaucherous demon?’

 

As if he could read Roselyn’s hesitation, Tamon straightened up and moved closer.

 

Leaning his lips against her earlobe, he made a secret suggestion in a polite voice.

 

“Or, just a little slower………?”

 

Roselyn nodded with a reddened face, and Tamon smiled in satisfaction. 

 

“If you kiss me.” (Tamon)

 

“Now?” (Roselyn)

 

He looked at her as if she was asking the obvious.

 

Roselyn looked at his lips and cheeks, glistening with moisture, with bewildered eyes.

 

If the scene of the novel of the twins had not passed momentarily, she might possibly have stopped at that moment forever.

 

Of course, Tamon wouldn’t have left it like that….

 

The novel.

 

Yes, the racy novel was the problem.

 

The racy scenes of that novel, which had made Roselyn close the page many times and take a deep breath, swirled in her head for a moment.

 

It gave her a surge of courage.

 

That pathetic indirect experience made even this unnerving request of Tamon “possible”.

 

With bated breath, she gently brushed his lips with her fingers.

 

His moist lips conveyed a feeling of lewdness.

 

He licked his lips, smiling.

 

Oh, this man must really be crazy.

 

Roselyn grabbed his shoulders, glaring at him avengingly, and slowly moved her lips towards Tamon’s.

 

Softly, her lips pressed against his.

 

At first she was surprised that it wasn’t as bad as she thought it would be.

 

The lips that were touched stuck together and fell apart a few times.

 

“It’s sweeter than you thought, right?” (Tamon)

 

He asked with a nonchalant look on his face. 

 

Roselyn bit her lip as her face turned bright red.

 

Tamon smiled and pushed in. Their hot bodies overlapped at once.

 

The more his body was pushed up and down, the more Tamon’s bruises faded.

 

He thrust so fiercely that the broken ribs were of no consequence.

 

The hot and earnest night did not end until dawn.

 

When the dawn came, Tamon, who had finally fallen asleep, woke up………

 

“Ugh….hic hic.”

 

It was when he heard a sobbing sound from Roselyn’s lips, who was sleeping in a tight hug.

 

****

 

She was trembling.

 

It was the first time he had seen her like this.

 

When he picked her up from the snowfield, she didn’t even cry then. She wasn’t nervous. She didn’t even sob.

 

She was resolute in her acceptance of death.

 

No, she insisted on dying.

 

But now she was crying and trembling.

 

“…… father, mother.”

 

Roselyn was trembling with pain.

 

She was suffering as she called the dead in her dreams, sobbing and apologizing for not being able to keep them safe.

 

‘She’s a foolish woman.’

 

Tamon was angry and frustrated. 

 

He couldn’t understand her feeling guilty when they had already gone to that world. 

 

He felt hopeless because he couldn’t understand it.

 

Feeling the limit of emotions he could not reach, it made him angry.

 

“Don’t cry.”

 

“Hic hic.”

 

This was not the kind of sobbing that Tamon wanted to hear from Asha.

 

“No, Charlotte, no………..”

 

This was not the kind of tears he wanted to see.

 

He wanted to see her cry with pleasure, arching her back, unable to control herself under his embrace.

 

He didn’t want to see her bite her tongue in fear of a nightmare.

 

 “D*mn…..Don’t cry.”

 

Tamon hugged her curled up body tightly with both arms and whispered desperately.

 

It was the first time he didn’t know what to do. He felt like he was drowning in darkness.

 

Chapter 2. Tanatos’s cripple Empress

 

 

 

***

Sponsored by Kuroneko 💖 (¼)

***

 

If he didn’t give up his body for the king to relive her anger, he would miss this opportunity.

 

Thankfully, the king even broke his ribs. The throbbing was a bit annoying, but Tamon deliberately kept his resilience low and endured the pain. 

 

In the evening, he was unavoidably caught by the knights, but even then he endured the pain by lowering his body’s recovery as much as possible.

 

This level of bruising was, in fact, bearable. There was nothing he couldn’t bear considering muscle pain. 

 

He wasn’t cut, slashed, or poisoned. Not even a single drop of sweat break out at the mere thought of having one or two ribs pulled out. 

 

Thinking about the sweet reward that would come after that he could endure for days. 

 

“It looks like you’re the one who’s going to have an accident when you go outside, not me.” (Roselyn) 

 

In spite of Roselyn’s reproachful words, Tamon only smiled leisurely. 

 

“You’ve been injured without a single clean area on your entire body, what’s the point of laughing when you’re good?”

 

Roselyn bullied Tamon in a language similar to his.

 

“Please be gentle, I’m hurt.”

 

Tamon exaggeratedly acting hurt and reached out and hugged Roselyn.

 

Oh, I see.

 

This is the cure.

 

As soon as he touched her body, his whole body relaxed sluggishly.

 

When he heard that she met bullies when she was at the festival, his eyes turned upside down.

 

However, when he calmed down and thought about it, he realized that this woman was not the kind of woman who would be beaten by a few thugs.

 

His heart was filled with joy when he saw that she wasn’t injured in the slightest.

 

Her strength was endearing.

 

It reassured him that she was strong, whether internally or externally.

 

So Tamon decided to indulge her rather reassuringly.

 

“It hurts.” (Tamon)

 

“Looking at you, you seem to be exaggerating, too. Every time you get hurt, how…..”

 

Roselyn looked at the huge man who was holding her tightly. 

 

Tamon did not care and buried his lips in her neck.

 

“When one is ill, one’s mind is confused by nature.” (Tamon)

 

“You don’t seem to be hurting that much.” (Roselyn)

 

Tamon burst into laughter at Roselyn’s reluctant suspicion.

 

If he let her talk any longer, she was going to end up suspecting him for a long time for nothing. 

 

Without saying more, he crawled up her lips like a snake and swallowed her lips at once.

 

The feel of her sweet lips was driving him crazy.

 

Was this what it feels like to dip his brain in honey?

 

Should these lips, which caught the man’s breath quickly, be lascivious or sacred?

 

He closed his eyes and breathed in all the enraptured feeling her lips gave him.

 

He felt physically energized.

 

He felt a strong tension in his lower body.

 

In a panic, Roselyn gently moved back and ended up lying on the bed.

 

Tamon smiled and licked her lips, kissed her on the chin and held her close.

 

‘I’m a spoiled brat.’

 

Yes, this was spoiled.

 

He sweetened Asha’s small breasts over and over again, as if he were a huge beast that wanted to be held in the small arms.

 

It was the only moment he had the rights to claim her justly when he needed medical attention.

 

From the moment he recognized it, Tamon did not hesitate to hurt himself.

 

In fact, the bigger and more certain the wound, the better. When it came to compensation, he was willing to abuse his body as much as he could.

 

Because the more hurt he got, the greater his right to take her.

 

What a self-destructive obsession.

 

This kind of love he couldn’t speak up recklessly.

 

And yet, it was too precious and pathetic to dare to demand the same feelings from the other person, but only to pretend to be ignorant and indulgent.

 

“Call my name.”

 

“…Tamon.”

 

“Again, please.”

 

Tamon demanded, biting Roselyn’s soft earlobe, and Roselyn called his name softly.

 

“Tamon.”

 

He loved the way her soft voice whispered his name so nonchalantly.

 

When she gasped and screamed, or when she sobbed and muttered like she couldn’t take it anymore.

 

It was just nice to hear hix name bursting out of these lips.

 

Asha drove him crazy.

 

Tamon wanted to make Asha crazy too.

 

Even if it wasn’t as much as this feeling he felt, he wished this arrogant, poor woman felt something like him.

 

“No, no, no!”

 

A hot feeling was rising up.

 

“Tamon!”

 

As his lips went lower to her moist valley, the more intense her muffled cries became.

 

She pushed his head out and clutched it again, shuddering but holding him tightly with both legs.

 

She didn’t let go of him with her thin hands, as if letting him go would send her falling off a cliff.

 

Oh, this moment was so good he could barely breathe.

 

Tamon was going crazy, loving her strength, her hands, and her legs as she bound him.

 

His lips and tongue moved true to their instincts as if responding to her reaction. 

 

He drank as much of her fountain as he could in the name of therapy.

 

Her red cheeks were addictive like a drug as she felt ashamed.

 

He loved the honest struggle with which she responded to the pleasure at the end.

 

‘Oh, no. It’s weird.’

 

The evening breeze drifted in through the window.

 

The light curtain fluttered in the night breeze, blocking out the light and scattering it.

 

Roselyn felt her eyes blur before her with a raging rush of pleasure.

 

The border between light and dark was faintly visible.

 

Vision became meaningless, and only the smell and feel of his body flitted about.

 

Unable to resist, she grabbed Tamon by both cheeks and made him look at her.

 

Gasping for breath as their eyes met, Tamon kissed her palms and held her.

 

“Do you want me to stop…?”  (Tamon)

 

He whispered with a smile on his wet lips.

 

Was that the lustful devil’s smile that seeped into the bed of a wife who had lost her partner?

 

It was strange.

 

Obviously, she couldn’t stand it, so she grabbed him, but she had no willingness to stop.

 

The pleasure that was coming over her was unmanageable, but it was not enough to ask him to stop.

 

‘Oh, have I already been tainted by this debaucherous demon?’

 

As if he could read Roselyn’s hesitation, Tamon straightened up and moved closer.

 

Leaning his lips against her earlobe, he made a secret suggestion in a polite voice.

 

“Or, just a little slower………?”

 

Roselyn nodded with a reddened face, and Tamon smiled in satisfaction. 

 

“If you kiss me.” (Tamon)

 

“Now?” (Roselyn)

 

He looked at her as if she was asking the obvious.

 

Roselyn looked at his lips and cheeks, glistening with moisture, with bewildered eyes.

 

If the scene of the novel of the twins had not passed momentarily, she might possibly have stopped at that moment forever.

 

Of course, Tamon wouldn’t have left it like that….

 

The novel.

 

Yes, the racy novel was the problem.

 

The racy scenes of that novel, which had made Roselyn close the page many times and take a deep breath, swirled in her head for a moment.

 

It gave her a surge of courage.

 

That pathetic indirect experience made even this unnerving request of Tamon “possible”.

 

With bated breath, she gently brushed his lips with her fingers.

 

His moist lips conveyed a feeling of lewdness.

 

He licked his lips, smiling.

 

Oh, this man must really be crazy.

 

Roselyn grabbed his shoulders, glaring at him avengingly, and slowly moved her lips towards Tamon’s.

 

Softly, her lips pressed against his.

 

At first she was surprised that it wasn’t as bad as she thought it would be.

 

The lips that were touched stuck together and fell apart a few times.

 

“It’s sweeter than you thought, right?” (Tamon)

 

He asked with a nonchalant look on his face. 

 

Roselyn bit her lip as her face turned bright red.

 

Tamon smiled and pushed in. Their hot bodies overlapped at once.

 

The more his body was pushed up and down, the more Tamon’s bruises faded.

 

He thrust so fiercely that the broken ribs were of no consequence.

 

The hot and earnest night did not end until dawn.

 

When the dawn came, Tamon, who had finally fallen asleep, woke up………

 

“Ugh….hic hic.”

 

It was when he heard a sobbing sound from Roselyn’s lips, who was sleeping in a tight hug.

 

****

 

She was trembling.

 

It was the first time he had seen her like this.

 

When he picked her up from the snowfield, she didn’t even cry then. She wasn’t nervous. She didn’t even sob.

 

She was resolute in her acceptance of death.

 

No, she insisted on dying.

 

But now she was crying and trembling.

 

“…… father, mother.”

 

Roselyn was trembling with pain.

 

She was suffering as she called the dead in her dreams, sobbing and apologizing for not being able to keep them safe.

 

‘She’s a foolish woman.’

 

Tamon was angry and frustrated. 

 

He couldn’t understand her feeling guilty when they had already gone to that world. 

 

He felt hopeless because he couldn’t understand it.

 

Feeling the limit of emotions he could not reach, it made him angry.

 

“Don’t cry.”

 

“Hic hic.”

 

This was not the kind of sobbing that Tamon wanted to hear from Asha.

 

“No, Charlotte, no………..”

 

This was not the kind of tears he wanted to see.

 

He wanted to see her cry with pleasure, arching her back, unable to control herself under his embrace.

 

He didn’t want to see her bite her tongue in fear of a nightmare.

 

 “D*mn…..Don’t cry.”

 

Tamon hugged her curled up body tightly with both arms and whispered desperately.

 

It was the first time he didn’t know what to do. He felt like he was drowning in darkness.

 

Chapter 3. She's really here

 

 

 

***

Sponsored by Kuroneko 💖 (¼)

***

 

If he didn’t give up his body for the king to relive her anger, he would miss this opportunity.

 

Thankfully, the king even broke his ribs. The throbbing was a bit annoying, but Tamon deliberately kept his resilience low and endured the pain. 

 

In the evening, he was unavoidably caught by the knights, but even then he endured the pain by lowering his body’s recovery as much as possible.

 

This level of bruising was, in fact, bearable. There was nothing he couldn’t bear considering muscle pain. 

 

He wasn’t cut, slashed, or poisoned. Not even a single drop of sweat break out at the mere thought of having one or two ribs pulled out. 

 

Thinking about the sweet reward that would come after that he could endure for days. 

 

“It looks like you’re the one who’s going to have an accident when you go outside, not me.” (Roselyn) 

 

In spite of Roselyn’s reproachful words, Tamon only smiled leisurely. 

 

“You’ve been injured without a single clean area on your entire body, what’s the point of laughing when you’re good?”

 

Roselyn bullied Tamon in a language similar to his.

 

“Please be gentle, I’m hurt.”

 

Tamon exaggeratedly acting hurt and reached out and hugged Roselyn.

 

Oh, I see.

 

This is the cure.

 

As soon as he touched her body, his whole body relaxed sluggishly.

 

When he heard that she met bullies when she was at the festival, his eyes turned upside down.

 

However, when he calmed down and thought about it, he realized that this woman was not the kind of woman who would be beaten by a few thugs.

 

His heart was filled with joy when he saw that she wasn’t injured in the slightest.

 

Her strength was endearing.

 

It reassured him that she was strong, whether internally or externally.

 

So Tamon decided to indulge her rather reassuringly.

 

“It hurts.” (Tamon)

 

“Looking at you, you seem to be exaggerating, too. Every time you get hurt, how…..”

 

Roselyn looked at the huge man who was holding her tightly. 

 

Tamon did not care and buried his lips in her neck.

 

“When one is ill, one’s mind is confused by nature.” (Tamon)

 

“You don’t seem to be hurting that much.” (Roselyn)

 

Tamon burst into laughter at Roselyn’s reluctant suspicion.

 

If he let her talk any longer, she was going to end up suspecting him for a long time for nothing. 

 

Without saying more, he crawled up her lips like a snake and swallowed her lips at once.

 

The feel of her sweet lips was driving him crazy.

 

Was this what it feels like to dip his brain in honey?

 

Should these lips, which caught the man’s breath quickly, be lascivious or sacred?

 

He closed his eyes and breathed in all the enraptured feeling her lips gave him.

 

He felt physically energized.

 

He felt a strong tension in his lower body.

 

In a panic, Roselyn gently moved back and ended up lying on the bed.

 

Tamon smiled and licked her lips, kissed her on the chin and held her close.

 

‘I’m a spoiled brat.’

 

Yes, this was spoiled.

 

He sweetened Asha’s small breasts over and over again, as if he were a huge beast that wanted to be held in the small arms.

 

It was the only moment he had the rights to claim her justly when he needed medical attention.

 

From the moment he recognized it, Tamon did not hesitate to hurt himself.

 

In fact, the bigger and more certain the wound, the better. When it came to compensation, he was willing to abuse his body as much as he could.

 

Because the more hurt he got, the greater his right to take her.

 

What a self-destructive obsession.

 

This kind of love he couldn’t speak up recklessly.

 

And yet, it was too precious and pathetic to dare to demand the same feelings from the other person, but only to pretend to be ignorant and indulgent.

 

“Call my name.”

 

“…Tamon.”

 

“Again, please.”

 

Tamon demanded, biting Roselyn’s soft earlobe, and Roselyn called his name softly.

 

“Tamon.”

 

He loved the way her soft voice whispered his name so nonchalantly.

 

When she gasped and screamed, or when she sobbed and muttered like she couldn’t take it anymore.

 

It was just nice to hear hix name bursting out of these lips.

 

Asha drove him crazy.

 

Tamon wanted to make Asha crazy too.

 

Even if it wasn’t as much as this feeling he felt, he wished this arrogant, poor woman felt something like him.

 

“No, no, no!”

 

A hot feeling was rising up.

 

“Tamon!”

 

As his lips went lower to her moist valley, the more intense her muffled cries became.

 

She pushed his head out and clutched it again, shuddering but holding him tightly with both legs.

 

She didn’t let go of him with her thin hands, as if letting him go would send her falling off a cliff.

 

Oh, this moment was so good he could barely breathe.

 

Tamon was going crazy, loving her strength, her hands, and her legs as she bound him.

 

His lips and tongue moved true to their instincts as if responding to her reaction. 

 

He drank as much of her fountain as he could in the name of therapy.

 

Her red cheeks were addictive like a drug as she felt ashamed.

 

He loved the honest struggle with which she responded to the pleasure at the end.

 

‘Oh, no. It’s weird.’

 

The evening breeze drifted in through the window.

 

The light curtain fluttered in the night breeze, blocking out the light and scattering it.

 

Roselyn felt her eyes blur before her with a raging rush of pleasure.

 

The border between light and dark was faintly visible.

 

Vision became meaningless, and only the smell and feel of his body flitted about.

 

Unable to resist, she grabbed Tamon by both cheeks and made him look at her.

 

Gasping for breath as their eyes met, Tamon kissed her palms and held her.

 

“Do you want me to stop…?”  (Tamon)

 

He whispered with a smile on his wet lips.

 

Was that the lustful devil’s smile that seeped into the bed of a wife who had lost her partner?

 

It was strange.

 

Obviously, she couldn’t stand it, so she grabbed him, but she had no willingness to stop.

 

The pleasure that was coming over her was unmanageable, but it was not enough to ask him to stop.

 

‘Oh, have I already been tainted by this debaucherous demon?’

 

As if he could read Roselyn’s hesitation, Tamon straightened up and moved closer.

 

Leaning his lips against her earlobe, he made a secret suggestion in a polite voice.

 

“Or, just a little slower………?”

 

Roselyn nodded with a reddened face, and Tamon smiled in satisfaction. 

 

“If you kiss me.” (Tamon)

 

“Now?” (Roselyn)

 

He looked at her as if she was asking the obvious.

 

Roselyn looked at his lips and cheeks, glistening with moisture, with bewildered eyes.

 

If the scene of the novel of the twins had not passed momentarily, she might possibly have stopped at that moment forever.

 

Of course, Tamon wouldn’t have left it like that….

 

The novel.

 

Yes, the racy novel was the problem.

 

The racy scenes of that novel, which had made Roselyn close the page many times and take a deep breath, swirled in her head for a moment.

 

It gave her a surge of courage.

 

That pathetic indirect experience made even this unnerving request of Tamon “possible”.

 

With bated breath, she gently brushed his lips with her fingers.

 

His moist lips conveyed a feeling of lewdness.

 

He licked his lips, smiling.

 

Oh, this man must really be crazy.

 

Roselyn grabbed his shoulders, glaring at him avengingly, and slowly moved her lips towards Tamon’s.

 

Softly, her lips pressed against his.

 

At first she was surprised that it wasn’t as bad as she thought it would be.

 

The lips that were touched stuck together and fell apart a few times.

 

“It’s sweeter than you thought, right?” (Tamon)

 

He asked with a nonchalant look on his face. 

 

Roselyn bit her lip as her face turned bright red.

 

Tamon smiled and pushed in. Their hot bodies overlapped at once.

 

The more his body was pushed up and down, the more Tamon’s bruises faded.

 

He thrust so fiercely that the broken ribs were of no consequence.

 

The hot and earnest night did not end until dawn.

 

When the dawn came, Tamon, who had finally fallen asleep, woke up………

 

“Ugh….hic hic.”

 

It was when he heard a sobbing sound from Roselyn’s lips, who was sleeping in a tight hug.

 

****

 

She was trembling.

 

It was the first time he had seen her like this.

 

When he picked her up from the snowfield, she didn’t even cry then. She wasn’t nervous. She didn’t even sob.

 

She was resolute in her acceptance of death.

 

No, she insisted on dying.

 

But now she was crying and trembling.

 

“…… father, mother.”

 

Roselyn was trembling with pain.

 

She was suffering as she called the dead in her dreams, sobbing and apologizing for not being able to keep them safe.

 

‘She’s a foolish woman.’

 

Tamon was angry and frustrated. 

 

He couldn’t understand her feeling guilty when they had already gone to that world. 

 

He felt hopeless because he couldn’t understand it.

 

Feeling the limit of emotions he could not reach, it made him angry.

 

“Don’t cry.”

 

“Hic hic.”

 

This was not the kind of sobbing that Tamon wanted to hear from Asha.

 

“No, Charlotte, no………..”

 

This was not the kind of tears he wanted to see.

 

He wanted to see her cry with pleasure, arching her back, unable to control herself under his embrace.

 

He didn’t want to see her bite her tongue in fear of a nightmare.

 

 “D*mn…..Don’t cry.”

 

Tamon hugged her curled up body tightly with both arms and whispered desperately.

 

It was the first time he didn’t know what to do. He felt like he was drowning in darkness.

 

Chapter 4. The Empress is going to die

 

 

 

***

Sponsored by Kuroneko 💖 (¼)

***

 

If he didn’t give up his body for the king to relive her anger, he would miss this opportunity.

 

Thankfully, the king even broke his ribs. The throbbing was a bit annoying, but Tamon deliberately kept his resilience low and endured the pain. 

 

In the evening, he was unavoidably caught by the knights, but even then he endured the pain by lowering his body’s recovery as much as possible.

 

This level of bruising was, in fact, bearable. There was nothing he couldn’t bear considering muscle pain. 

 

He wasn’t cut, slashed, or poisoned. Not even a single drop of sweat break out at the mere thought of having one or two ribs pulled out. 

 

Thinking about the sweet reward that would come after that he could endure for days. 

 

“It looks like you’re the one who’s going to have an accident when you go outside, not me.” (Roselyn) 

 

In spite of Roselyn’s reproachful words, Tamon only smiled leisurely. 

 

“You’ve been injured without a single clean area on your entire body, what’s the point of laughing when you’re good?”

 

Roselyn bullied Tamon in a language similar to his.

 

“Please be gentle, I’m hurt.”

 

Tamon exaggeratedly acting hurt and reached out and hugged Roselyn.

 

Oh, I see.

 

This is the cure.

 

As soon as he touched her body, his whole body relaxed sluggishly.

 

When he heard that she met bullies when she was at the festival, his eyes turned upside down.

 

However, when he calmed down and thought about it, he realized that this woman was not the kind of woman who would be beaten by a few thugs.

 

His heart was filled with joy when he saw that she wasn’t injured in the slightest.

 

Her strength was endearing.

 

It reassured him that she was strong, whether internally or externally.

 

So Tamon decided to indulge her rather reassuringly.

 

“It hurts.” (Tamon)

 

“Looking at you, you seem to be exaggerating, too. Every time you get hurt, how…..”

 

Roselyn looked at the huge man who was holding her tightly. 

 

Tamon did not care and buried his lips in her neck.

 

“When one is ill, one’s mind is confused by nature.” (Tamon)

 

“You don’t seem to be hurting that much.” (Roselyn)

 

Tamon burst into laughter at Roselyn’s reluctant suspicion.

 

If he let her talk any longer, she was going to end up suspecting him for a long time for nothing. 

 

Without saying more, he crawled up her lips like a snake and swallowed her lips at once.

 

The feel of her sweet lips was driving him crazy.

 

Was this what it feels like to dip his brain in honey?

 

Should these lips, which caught the man’s breath quickly, be lascivious or sacred?

 

He closed his eyes and breathed in all the enraptured feeling her lips gave him.

 

He felt physically energized.

 

He felt a strong tension in his lower body.

 

In a panic, Roselyn gently moved back and ended up lying on the bed.

 

Tamon smiled and licked her lips, kissed her on the chin and held her close.

 

‘I’m a spoiled brat.’

 

Yes, this was spoiled.

 

He sweetened Asha’s small breasts over and over again, as if he were a huge beast that wanted to be held in the small arms.

 

It was the only moment he had the rights to claim her justly when he needed medical attention.

 

From the moment he recognized it, Tamon did not hesitate to hurt himself.

 

In fact, the bigger and more certain the wound, the better. When it came to compensation, he was willing to abuse his body as much as he could.

 

Because the more hurt he got, the greater his right to take her.

 

What a self-destructive obsession.

 

This kind of love he couldn’t speak up recklessly.

 

And yet, it was too precious and pathetic to dare to demand the same feelings from the other person, but only to pretend to be ignorant and indulgent.

 

“Call my name.”

 

“…Tamon.”

 

“Again, please.”

 

Tamon demanded, biting Roselyn’s soft earlobe, and Roselyn called his name softly.

 

“Tamon.”

 

He loved the way her soft voice whispered his name so nonchalantly.

 

When she gasped and screamed, or when she sobbed and muttered like she couldn’t take it anymore.

 

It was just nice to hear hix name bursting out of these lips.

 

Asha drove him crazy.

 

Tamon wanted to make Asha crazy too.

 

Even if it wasn’t as much as this feeling he felt, he wished this arrogant, poor woman felt something like him.

 

“No, no, no!”

 

A hot feeling was rising up.

 

“Tamon!”

 

As his lips went lower to her moist valley, the more intense her muffled cries became.

 

She pushed his head out and clutched it again, shuddering but holding him tightly with both legs.

 

She didn’t let go of him with her thin hands, as if letting him go would send her falling off a cliff.

 

Oh, this moment was so good he could barely breathe.

 

Tamon was going crazy, loving her strength, her hands, and her legs as she bound him.

 

His lips and tongue moved true to their instincts as if responding to her reaction. 

 

He drank as much of her fountain as he could in the name of therapy.

 

Her red cheeks were addictive like a drug as she felt ashamed.

 

He loved the honest struggle with which she responded to the pleasure at the end.

 

‘Oh, no. It’s weird.’

 

The evening breeze drifted in through the window.

 

The light curtain fluttered in the night breeze, blocking out the light and scattering it.

 

Roselyn felt her eyes blur before her with a raging rush of pleasure.

 

The border between light and dark was faintly visible.

 

Vision became meaningless, and only the smell and feel of his body flitted about.

 

Unable to resist, she grabbed Tamon by both cheeks and made him look at her.

 

Gasping for breath as their eyes met, Tamon kissed her palms and held her.

 

“Do you want me to stop…?”  (Tamon)

 

He whispered with a smile on his wet lips.

 

Was that the lustful devil’s smile that seeped into the bed of a wife who had lost her partner?

 

It was strange.

 

Obviously, she couldn’t stand it, so she grabbed him, but she had no willingness to stop.

 

The pleasure that was coming over her was unmanageable, but it was not enough to ask him to stop.

 

‘Oh, have I already been tainted by this debaucherous demon?’

 

As if he could read Roselyn’s hesitation, Tamon straightened up and moved closer.

 

Leaning his lips against her earlobe, he made a secret suggestion in a polite voice.

 

“Or, just a little slower………?”

 

Roselyn nodded with a reddened face, and Tamon smiled in satisfaction. 

 

“If you kiss me.” (Tamon)

 

“Now?” (Roselyn)

 

He looked at her as if she was asking the obvious.

 

Roselyn looked at his lips and cheeks, glistening with moisture, with bewildered eyes.

 

If the scene of the novel of the twins had not passed momentarily, she might possibly have stopped at that moment forever.

 

Of course, Tamon wouldn’t have left it like that….

 

The novel.

 

Yes, the racy novel was the problem.

 

The racy scenes of that novel, which had made Roselyn close the page many times and take a deep breath, swirled in her head for a moment.

 

It gave her a surge of courage.

 

That pathetic indirect experience made even this unnerving request of Tamon “possible”.

 

With bated breath, she gently brushed his lips with her fingers.

 

His moist lips conveyed a feeling of lewdness.

 

He licked his lips, smiling.

 

Oh, this man must really be crazy.

 

Roselyn grabbed his shoulders, glaring at him avengingly, and slowly moved her lips towards Tamon’s.

 

Softly, her lips pressed against his.

 

At first she was surprised that it wasn’t as bad as she thought it would be.

 

The lips that were touched stuck together and fell apart a few times.

 

“It’s sweeter than you thought, right?” (Tamon)

 

He asked with a nonchalant look on his face. 

 

Roselyn bit her lip as her face turned bright red.

 

Tamon smiled and pushed in. Their hot bodies overlapped at once.

 

The more his body was pushed up and down, the more Tamon’s bruises faded.

 

He thrust so fiercely that the broken ribs were of no consequence.

 

The hot and earnest night did not end until dawn.

 

When the dawn came, Tamon, who had finally fallen asleep, woke up………

 

“Ugh….hic hic.”

 

It was when he heard a sobbing sound from Roselyn’s lips, who was sleeping in a tight hug.

 

****

 

She was trembling.

 

It was the first time he had seen her like this.

 

When he picked her up from the snowfield, she didn’t even cry then. She wasn’t nervous. She didn’t even sob.

 

She was resolute in her acceptance of death.

 

No, she insisted on dying.

 

But now she was crying and trembling.

 

“…… father, mother.”

 

Roselyn was trembling with pain.

 

She was suffering as she called the dead in her dreams, sobbing and apologizing for not being able to keep them safe.

 

‘She’s a foolish woman.’

 

Tamon was angry and frustrated. 

 

He couldn’t understand her feeling guilty when they had already gone to that world. 

 

He felt hopeless because he couldn’t understand it.

 

Feeling the limit of emotions he could not reach, it made him angry.

 

“Don’t cry.”

 

“Hic hic.”

 

This was not the kind of sobbing that Tamon wanted to hear from Asha.

 

“No, Charlotte, no………..”

 

This was not the kind of tears he wanted to see.

 

He wanted to see her cry with pleasure, arching her back, unable to control herself under his embrace.

 

He didn’t want to see her bite her tongue in fear of a nightmare.

 

 “D*mn…..Don’t cry.”

 

Tamon hugged her curled up body tightly with both arms and whispered desperately.

 

It was the first time he didn’t know what to do. He felt like he was drowning in darkness.

 

Chapter 5. How did this happen?

 

 

 

***

Sponsored by Kuroneko 💖 (¼)

***

 

If he didn’t give up his body for the king to relive her anger, he would miss this opportunity.

 

Thankfully, the king even broke his ribs. The throbbing was a bit annoying, but Tamon deliberately kept his resilience low and endured the pain. 

 

In the evening, he was unavoidably caught by the knights, but even then he endured the pain by lowering his body’s recovery as much as possible.

 

This level of bruising was, in fact, bearable. There was nothing he couldn’t bear considering muscle pain. 

 

He wasn’t cut, slashed, or poisoned. Not even a single drop of sweat break out at the mere thought of having one or two ribs pulled out. 

 

Thinking about the sweet reward that would come after that he could endure for days. 

 

“It looks like you’re the one who’s going to have an accident when you go outside, not me.” (Roselyn) 

 

In spite of Roselyn’s reproachful words, Tamon only smiled leisurely. 

 

“You’ve been injured without a single clean area on your entire body, what’s the point of laughing when you’re good?”

 

Roselyn bullied Tamon in a language similar to his.

 

“Please be gentle, I’m hurt.”

 

Tamon exaggeratedly acting hurt and reached out and hugged Roselyn.

 

Oh, I see.

 

This is the cure.

 

As soon as he touched her body, his whole body relaxed sluggishly.

 

When he heard that she met bullies when she was at the festival, his eyes turned upside down.

 

However, when he calmed down and thought about it, he realized that this woman was not the kind of woman who would be beaten by a few thugs.

 

His heart was filled with joy when he saw that she wasn’t injured in the slightest.

 

Her strength was endearing.

 

It reassured him that she was strong, whether internally or externally.

 

So Tamon decided to indulge her rather reassuringly.

 

“It hurts.” (Tamon)

 

“Looking at you, you seem to be exaggerating, too. Every time you get hurt, how…..”

 

Roselyn looked at the huge man who was holding her tightly. 

 

Tamon did not care and buried his lips in her neck.

 

“When one is ill, one’s mind is confused by nature.” (Tamon)

 

“You don’t seem to be hurting that much.” (Roselyn)

 

Tamon burst into laughter at Roselyn’s reluctant suspicion.

 

If he let her talk any longer, she was going to end up suspecting him for a long time for nothing. 

 

Without saying more, he crawled up her lips like a snake and swallowed her lips at once.

 

The feel of her sweet lips was driving him crazy.

 

Was this what it feels like to dip his brain in honey?

 

Should these lips, which caught the man’s breath quickly, be lascivious or sacred?

 

He closed his eyes and breathed in all the enraptured feeling her lips gave him.

 

He felt physically energized.

 

He felt a strong tension in his lower body.

 

In a panic, Roselyn gently moved back and ended up lying on the bed.

 

Tamon smiled and licked her lips, kissed her on the chin and held her close.

 

‘I’m a spoiled brat.’

 

Yes, this was spoiled.

 

He sweetened Asha’s small breasts over and over again, as if he were a huge beast that wanted to be held in the small arms.

 

It was the only moment he had the rights to claim her justly when he needed medical attention.

 

From the moment he recognized it, Tamon did not hesitate to hurt himself.

 

In fact, the bigger and more certain the wound, the better. When it came to compensation, he was willing to abuse his body as much as he could.

 

Because the more hurt he got, the greater his right to take her.

 

What a self-destructive obsession.

 

This kind of love he couldn’t speak up recklessly.

 

And yet, it was too precious and pathetic to dare to demand the same feelings from the other person, but only to pretend to be ignorant and indulgent.

 

“Call my name.”

 

“…Tamon.”

 

“Again, please.”

 

Tamon demanded, biting Roselyn’s soft earlobe, and Roselyn called his name softly.

 

“Tamon.”

 

He loved the way her soft voice whispered his name so nonchalantly.

 

When she gasped and screamed, or when she sobbed and muttered like she couldn’t take it anymore.

 

It was just nice to hear hix name bursting out of these lips.

 

Asha drove him crazy.

 

Tamon wanted to make Asha crazy too.

 

Even if it wasn’t as much as this feeling he felt, he wished this arrogant, poor woman felt something like him.

 

“No, no, no!”

 

A hot feeling was rising up.

 

“Tamon!”

 

As his lips went lower to her moist valley, the more intense her muffled cries became.

 

She pushed his head out and clutched it again, shuddering but holding him tightly with both legs.

 

She didn’t let go of him with her thin hands, as if letting him go would send her falling off a cliff.

 

Oh, this moment was so good he could barely breathe.

 

Tamon was going crazy, loving her strength, her hands, and her legs as she bound him.

 

His lips and tongue moved true to their instincts as if responding to her reaction. 

 

He drank as much of her fountain as he could in the name of therapy.

 

Her red cheeks were addictive like a drug as she felt ashamed.

 

He loved the honest struggle with which she responded to the pleasure at the end.

 

‘Oh, no. It’s weird.’

 

The evening breeze drifted in through the window.

 

The light curtain fluttered in the night breeze, blocking out the light and scattering it.

 

Roselyn felt her eyes blur before her with a raging rush of pleasure.

 

The border between light and dark was faintly visible.

 

Vision became meaningless, and only the smell and feel of his body flitted about.

 

Unable to resist, she grabbed Tamon by both cheeks and made him look at her.

 

Gasping for breath as their eyes met, Tamon kissed her palms and held her.

 

“Do you want me to stop…?”  (Tamon)

 

He whispered with a smile on his wet lips.

 

Was that the lustful devil’s smile that seeped into the bed of a wife who had lost her partner?

 

It was strange.

 

Obviously, she couldn’t stand it, so she grabbed him, but she had no willingness to stop.

 

The pleasure that was coming over her was unmanageable, but it was not enough to ask him to stop.

 

‘Oh, have I already been tainted by this debaucherous demon?’

 

As if he could read Roselyn’s hesitation, Tamon straightened up and moved closer.

 

Leaning his lips against her earlobe, he made a secret suggestion in a polite voice.

 

“Or, just a little slower………?”

 

Roselyn nodded with a reddened face, and Tamon smiled in satisfaction. 

 

“If you kiss me.” (Tamon)

 

“Now?” (Roselyn)

 

He looked at her as if she was asking the obvious.

 

Roselyn looked at his lips and cheeks, glistening with moisture, with bewildered eyes.

 

If the scene of the novel of the twins had not passed momentarily, she might possibly have stopped at that moment forever.

 

Of course, Tamon wouldn’t have left it like that….

 

The novel.

 

Yes, the racy novel was the problem.

 

The racy scenes of that novel, which had made Roselyn close the page many times and take a deep breath, swirled in her head for a moment.

 

It gave her a surge of courage.

 

That pathetic indirect experience made even this unnerving request of Tamon “possible”.

 

With bated breath, she gently brushed his lips with her fingers.

 

His moist lips conveyed a feeling of lewdness.

 

He licked his lips, smiling.

 

Oh, this man must really be crazy.

 

Roselyn grabbed his shoulders, glaring at him avengingly, and slowly moved her lips towards Tamon’s.

 

Softly, her lips pressed against his.

 

At first she was surprised that it wasn’t as bad as she thought it would be.

 

The lips that were touched stuck together and fell apart a few times.

 

“It’s sweeter than you thought, right?” (Tamon)

 

He asked with a nonchalant look on his face. 

 

Roselyn bit her lip as her face turned bright red.

 

Tamon smiled and pushed in. Their hot bodies overlapped at once.

 

The more his body was pushed up and down, the more Tamon’s bruises faded.

 

He thrust so fiercely that the broken ribs were of no consequence.

 

The hot and earnest night did not end until dawn.

 

When the dawn came, Tamon, who had finally fallen asleep, woke up………

 

“Ugh….hic hic.”

 

It was when he heard a sobbing sound from Roselyn’s lips, who was sleeping in a tight hug.

 

****

 

She was trembling.

 

It was the first time he had seen her like this.

 

When he picked her up from the snowfield, she didn’t even cry then. She wasn’t nervous. She didn’t even sob.

 

She was resolute in her acceptance of death.

 

No, she insisted on dying.

 

But now she was crying and trembling.

 

“…… father, mother.”

 

Roselyn was trembling with pain.

 

She was suffering as she called the dead in her dreams, sobbing and apologizing for not being able to keep them safe.

 

‘She’s a foolish woman.’

 

Tamon was angry and frustrated. 

 

He couldn’t understand her feeling guilty when they had already gone to that world. 

 

He felt hopeless because he couldn’t understand it.

 

Feeling the limit of emotions he could not reach, it made him angry.

 

“Don’t cry.”

 

“Hic hic.”

 

This was not the kind of sobbing that Tamon wanted to hear from Asha.

 

“No, Charlotte, no………..”

 

This was not the kind of tears he wanted to see.

 

He wanted to see her cry with pleasure, arching her back, unable to control herself under his embrace.

 

He didn’t want to see her bite her tongue in fear of a nightmare.

 

 “D*mn…..Don’t cry.”

 

Tamon hugged her curled up body tightly with both arms and whispered desperately.

 

It was the first time he didn’t know what to do. He felt like he was drowning in darkness.

 

Chapter 6. Swallowing eyes

 

 

 

***

Sponsored by Kuroneko 💖 (¼)

***

 

If he didn’t give up his body for the king to relive her anger, he would miss this opportunity.

 

Thankfully, the king even broke his ribs. The throbbing was a bit annoying, but Tamon deliberately kept his resilience low and endured the pain. 

 

In the evening, he was unavoidably caught by the knights, but even then he endured the pain by lowering his body’s recovery as much as possible.

 

This level of bruising was, in fact, bearable. There was nothing he couldn’t bear considering muscle pain. 

 

He wasn’t cut, slashed, or poisoned. Not even a single drop of sweat break out at the mere thought of having one or two ribs pulled out. 

 

Thinking about the sweet reward that would come after that he could endure for days. 

 

“It looks like you’re the one who’s going to have an accident when you go outside, not me.” (Roselyn) 

 

In spite of Roselyn’s reproachful words, Tamon only smiled leisurely. 

 

“You’ve been injured without a single clean area on your entire body, what’s the point of laughing when you’re good?”

 

Roselyn bullied Tamon in a language similar to his.

 

“Please be gentle, I’m hurt.”

 

Tamon exaggeratedly acting hurt and reached out and hugged Roselyn.

 

Oh, I see.

 

This is the cure.

 

As soon as he touched her body, his whole body relaxed sluggishly.

 

When he heard that she met bullies when she was at the festival, his eyes turned upside down.

 

However, when he calmed down and thought about it, he realized that this woman was not the kind of woman who would be beaten by a few thugs.

 

His heart was filled with joy when he saw that she wasn’t injured in the slightest.

 

Her strength was endearing.

 

It reassured him that she was strong, whether internally or externally.

 

So Tamon decided to indulge her rather reassuringly.

 

“It hurts.” (Tamon)

 

“Looking at you, you seem to be exaggerating, too. Every time you get hurt, how…..”

 

Roselyn looked at the huge man who was holding her tightly. 

 

Tamon did not care and buried his lips in her neck.

 

“When one is ill, one’s mind is confused by nature.” (Tamon)

 

“You don’t seem to be hurting that much.” (Roselyn)

 

Tamon burst into laughter at Roselyn’s reluctant suspicion.

 

If he let her talk any longer, she was going to end up suspecting him for a long time for nothing. 

 

Without saying more, he crawled up her lips like a snake and swallowed her lips at once.

 

The feel of her sweet lips was driving him crazy.

 

Was this what it feels like to dip his brain in honey?

 

Should these lips, which caught the man’s breath quickly, be lascivious or sacred?

 

He closed his eyes and breathed in all the enraptured feeling her lips gave him.

 

He felt physically energized.

 

He felt a strong tension in his lower body.

 

In a panic, Roselyn gently moved back and ended up lying on the bed.

 

Tamon smiled and licked her lips, kissed her on the chin and held her close.

 

‘I’m a spoiled brat.’

 

Yes, this was spoiled.

 

He sweetened Asha’s small breasts over and over again, as if he were a huge beast that wanted to be held in the small arms.

 

It was the only moment he had the rights to claim her justly when he needed medical attention.

 

From the moment he recognized it, Tamon did not hesitate to hurt himself.

 

In fact, the bigger and more certain the wound, the better. When it came to compensation, he was willing to abuse his body as much as he could.

 

Because the more hurt he got, the greater his right to take her.

 

What a self-destructive obsession.

 

This kind of love he couldn’t speak up recklessly.

 

And yet, it was too precious and pathetic to dare to demand the same feelings from the other person, but only to pretend to be ignorant and indulgent.

 

“Call my name.”

 

“…Tamon.”

 

“Again, please.”

 

Tamon demanded, biting Roselyn’s soft earlobe, and Roselyn called his name softly.

 

“Tamon.”

 

He loved the way her soft voice whispered his name so nonchalantly.

 

When she gasped and screamed, or when she sobbed and muttered like she couldn’t take it anymore.

 

It was just nice to hear hix name bursting out of these lips.

 

Asha drove him crazy.

 

Tamon wanted to make Asha crazy too.

 

Even if it wasn’t as much as this feeling he felt, he wished this arrogant, poor woman felt something like him.

 

“No, no, no!”

 

A hot feeling was rising up.

 

“Tamon!”

 

As his lips went lower to her moist valley, the more intense her muffled cries became.

 

She pushed his head out and clutched it again, shuddering but holding him tightly with both legs.

 

She didn’t let go of him with her thin hands, as if letting him go would send her falling off a cliff.

 

Oh, this moment was so good he could barely breathe.

 

Tamon was going crazy, loving her strength, her hands, and her legs as she bound him.

 

His lips and tongue moved true to their instincts as if responding to her reaction. 

 

He drank as much of her fountain as he could in the name of therapy.

 

Her red cheeks were addictive like a drug as she felt ashamed.

 

He loved the honest struggle with which she responded to the pleasure at the end.

 

‘Oh, no. It’s weird.’

 

The evening breeze drifted in through the window.

 

The light curtain fluttered in the night breeze, blocking out the light and scattering it.

 

Roselyn felt her eyes blur before her with a raging rush of pleasure.

 

The border between light and dark was faintly visible.

 

Vision became meaningless, and only the smell and feel of his body flitted about.

 

Unable to resist, she grabbed Tamon by both cheeks and made him look at her.

 

Gasping for breath as their eyes met, Tamon kissed her palms and held her.

 

“Do you want me to stop…?”  (Tamon)

 

He whispered with a smile on his wet lips.

 

Was that the lustful devil’s smile that seeped into the bed of a wife who had lost her partner?

 

It was strange.

 

Obviously, she couldn’t stand it, so she grabbed him, but she had no willingness to stop.

 

The pleasure that was coming over her was unmanageable, but it was not enough to ask him to stop.

 

‘Oh, have I already been tainted by this debaucherous demon?’

 

As if he could read Roselyn’s hesitation, Tamon straightened up and moved closer.

 

Leaning his lips against her earlobe, he made a secret suggestion in a polite voice.

 

“Or, just a little slower………?”

 

Roselyn nodded with a reddened face, and Tamon smiled in satisfaction. 

 

“If you kiss me.” (Tamon)

 

“Now?” (Roselyn)

 

He looked at her as if she was asking the obvious.

 

Roselyn looked at his lips and cheeks, glistening with moisture, with bewildered eyes.

 

If the scene of the novel of the twins had not passed momentarily, she might possibly have stopped at that moment forever.

 

Of course, Tamon wouldn’t have left it like that….

 

The novel.

 

Yes, the racy novel was the problem.

 

The racy scenes of that novel, which had made Roselyn close the page many times and take a deep breath, swirled in her head for a moment.

 

It gave her a surge of courage.

 

That pathetic indirect experience made even this unnerving request of Tamon “possible”.

 

With bated breath, she gently brushed his lips with her fingers.

 

His moist lips conveyed a feeling of lewdness.

 

He licked his lips, smiling.

 

Oh, this man must really be crazy.

 

Roselyn grabbed his shoulders, glaring at him avengingly, and slowly moved her lips towards Tamon’s.

 

Softly, her lips pressed against his.

 

At first she was surprised that it wasn’t as bad as she thought it would be.

 

The lips that were touched stuck together and fell apart a few times.

 

“It’s sweeter than you thought, right?” (Tamon)

 

He asked with a nonchalant look on his face. 

 

Roselyn bit her lip as her face turned bright red.

 

Tamon smiled and pushed in. Their hot bodies overlapped at once.

 

The more his body was pushed up and down, the more Tamon’s bruises faded.

 

He thrust so fiercely that the broken ribs were of no consequence.

 

The hot and earnest night did not end until dawn.

 

When the dawn came, Tamon, who had finally fallen asleep, woke up………

 

“Ugh….hic hic.”

 

It was when he heard a sobbing sound from Roselyn’s lips, who was sleeping in a tight hug.

 

****

 

She was trembling.

 

It was the first time he had seen her like this.

 

When he picked her up from the snowfield, she didn’t even cry then. She wasn’t nervous. She didn’t even sob.

 

She was resolute in her acceptance of death.

 

No, she insisted on dying.

 

But now she was crying and trembling.

 

“…… father, mother.”

 

Roselyn was trembling with pain.

 

She was suffering as she called the dead in her dreams, sobbing and apologizing for not being able to keep them safe.

 

‘She’s a foolish woman.’

 

Tamon was angry and frustrated. 

 

He couldn’t understand her feeling guilty when they had already gone to that world. 

 

He felt hopeless because he couldn’t understand it.

 

Feeling the limit of emotions he could not reach, it made him angry.

 

“Don’t cry.”

 

“Hic hic.”

 

This was not the kind of sobbing that Tamon wanted to hear from Asha.

 

“No, Charlotte, no………..”

 

This was not the kind of tears he wanted to see.

 

He wanted to see her cry with pleasure, arching her back, unable to control herself under his embrace.

 

He didn’t want to see her bite her tongue in fear of a nightmare.

 

 “D*mn…..Don’t cry.”

 

Tamon hugged her curled up body tightly with both arms and whispered desperately.

 

It was the first time he didn’t know what to do. He felt like he was drowning in darkness.

 

Chapter 7. Natasha Roanti

 

 

 

***

Sponsored by Kuroneko 💖 (¼)

***

 

If he didn’t give up his body for the king to relive her anger, he would miss this opportunity.

 

Thankfully, the king even broke his ribs. The throbbing was a bit annoying, but Tamon deliberately kept his resilience low and endured the pain. 

 

In the evening, he was unavoidably caught by the knights, but even then he endured the pain by lowering his body’s recovery as much as possible.

 

This level of bruising was, in fact, bearable. There was nothing he couldn’t bear considering muscle pain. 

 

He wasn’t cut, slashed, or poisoned. Not even a single drop of sweat break out at the mere thought of having one or two ribs pulled out. 

 

Thinking about the sweet reward that would come after that he could endure for days. 

 

“It looks like you’re the one who’s going to have an accident when you go outside, not me.” (Roselyn) 

 

In spite of Roselyn’s reproachful words, Tamon only smiled leisurely. 

 

“You’ve been injured without a single clean area on your entire body, what’s the point of laughing when you’re good?”

 

Roselyn bullied Tamon in a language similar to his.

 

“Please be gentle, I’m hurt.”

 

Tamon exaggeratedly acting hurt and reached out and hugged Roselyn.

 

Oh, I see.

 

This is the cure.

 

As soon as he touched her body, his whole body relaxed sluggishly.

 

When he heard that she met bullies when she was at the festival, his eyes turned upside down.

 

However, when he calmed down and thought about it, he realized that this woman was not the kind of woman who would be beaten by a few thugs.

 

His heart was filled with joy when he saw that she wasn’t injured in the slightest.

 

Her strength was endearing.

 

It reassured him that she was strong, whether internally or externally.

 

So Tamon decided to indulge her rather reassuringly.

 

“It hurts.” (Tamon)

 

“Looking at you, you seem to be exaggerating, too. Every time you get hurt, how…..”

 

Roselyn looked at the huge man who was holding her tightly. 

 

Tamon did not care and buried his lips in her neck.

 

“When one is ill, one’s mind is confused by nature.” (Tamon)

 

“You don’t seem to be hurting that much.” (Roselyn)

 

Tamon burst into laughter at Roselyn’s reluctant suspicion.

 

If he let her talk any longer, she was going to end up suspecting him for a long time for nothing. 

 

Without saying more, he crawled up her lips like a snake and swallowed her lips at once.

 

The feel of her sweet lips was driving him crazy.

 

Was this what it feels like to dip his brain in honey?

 

Should these lips, which caught the man’s breath quickly, be lascivious or sacred?

 

He closed his eyes and breathed in all the enraptured feeling her lips gave him.

 

He felt physically energized.

 

He felt a strong tension in his lower body.

 

In a panic, Roselyn gently moved back and ended up lying on the bed.

 

Tamon smiled and licked her lips, kissed her on the chin and held her close.

 

‘I’m a spoiled brat.’

 

Yes, this was spoiled.

 

He sweetened Asha’s small breasts over and over again, as if he were a huge beast that wanted to be held in the small arms.

 

It was the only moment he had the rights to claim her justly when he needed medical attention.

 

From the moment he recognized it, Tamon did not hesitate to hurt himself.

 

In fact, the bigger and more certain the wound, the better. When it came to compensation, he was willing to abuse his body as much as he could.

 

Because the more hurt he got, the greater his right to take her.

 

What a self-destructive obsession.

 

This kind of love he couldn’t speak up recklessly.

 

And yet, it was too precious and pathetic to dare to demand the same feelings from the other person, but only to pretend to be ignorant and indulgent.

 

“Call my name.”

 

“…Tamon.”

 

“Again, please.”

 

Tamon demanded, biting Roselyn’s soft earlobe, and Roselyn called his name softly.

 

“Tamon.”

 

He loved the way her soft voice whispered his name so nonchalantly.

 

When she gasped and screamed, or when she sobbed and muttered like she couldn’t take it anymore.

 

It was just nice to hear hix name bursting out of these lips.

 

Asha drove him crazy.

 

Tamon wanted to make Asha crazy too.

 

Even if it wasn’t as much as this feeling he felt, he wished this arrogant, poor woman felt something like him.

 

“No, no, no!”

 

A hot feeling was rising up.

 

“Tamon!”

 

As his lips went lower to her moist valley, the more intense her muffled cries became.

 

She pushed his head out and clutched it again, shuddering but holding him tightly with both legs.

 

She didn’t let go of him with her thin hands, as if letting him go would send her falling off a cliff.

 

Oh, this moment was so good he could barely breathe.

 

Tamon was going crazy, loving her strength, her hands, and her legs as she bound him.

 

His lips and tongue moved true to their instincts as if responding to her reaction. 

 

He drank as much of her fountain as he could in the name of therapy.

 

Her red cheeks were addictive like a drug as she felt ashamed.

 

He loved the honest struggle with which she responded to the pleasure at the end.

 

‘Oh, no. It’s weird.’

 

The evening breeze drifted in through the window.

 

The light curtain fluttered in the night breeze, blocking out the light and scattering it.

 

Roselyn felt her eyes blur before her with a raging rush of pleasure.

 

The border between light and dark was faintly visible.

 

Vision became meaningless, and only the smell and feel of his body flitted about.

 

Unable to resist, she grabbed Tamon by both cheeks and made him look at her.

 

Gasping for breath as their eyes met, Tamon kissed her palms and held her.

 

“Do you want me to stop…?”  (Tamon)

 

He whispered with a smile on his wet lips.

 

Was that the lustful devil’s smile that seeped into the bed of a wife who had lost her partner?

 

It was strange.

 

Obviously, she couldn’t stand it, so she grabbed him, but she had no willingness to stop.

 

The pleasure that was coming over her was unmanageable, but it was not enough to ask him to stop.

 

‘Oh, have I already been tainted by this debaucherous demon?’

 

As if he could read Roselyn’s hesitation, Tamon straightened up and moved closer.

 

Leaning his lips against her earlobe, he made a secret suggestion in a polite voice.

 

“Or, just a little slower………?”

 

Roselyn nodded with a reddened face, and Tamon smiled in satisfaction. 

 

“If you kiss me.” (Tamon)

 

“Now?” (Roselyn)

 

He looked at her as if she was asking the obvious.

 

Roselyn looked at his lips and cheeks, glistening with moisture, with bewildered eyes.

 

If the scene of the novel of the twins had not passed momentarily, she might possibly have stopped at that moment forever.

 

Of course, Tamon wouldn’t have left it like that….

 

The novel.

 

Yes, the racy novel was the problem.

 

The racy scenes of that novel, which had made Roselyn close the page many times and take a deep breath, swirled in her head for a moment.

 

It gave her a surge of courage.

 

That pathetic indirect experience made even this unnerving request of Tamon “possible”.

 

With bated breath, she gently brushed his lips with her fingers.

 

His moist lips conveyed a feeling of lewdness.

 

He licked his lips, smiling.

 

Oh, this man must really be crazy.

 

Roselyn grabbed his shoulders, glaring at him avengingly, and slowly moved her lips towards Tamon’s.

 

Softly, her lips pressed against his.

 

At first she was surprised that it wasn’t as bad as she thought it would be.

 

The lips that were touched stuck together and fell apart a few times.

 

“It’s sweeter than you thought, right?” (Tamon)

 

He asked with a nonchalant look on his face. 

 

Roselyn bit her lip as her face turned bright red.

 

Tamon smiled and pushed in. Their hot bodies overlapped at once.

 

The more his body was pushed up and down, the more Tamon’s bruises faded.

 

He thrust so fiercely that the broken ribs were of no consequence.

 

The hot and earnest night did not end until dawn.

 

When the dawn came, Tamon, who had finally fallen asleep, woke up………

 

“Ugh….hic hic.”

 

It was when he heard a sobbing sound from Roselyn’s lips, who was sleeping in a tight hug.

 

****

 

She was trembling.

 

It was the first time he had seen her like this.

 

When he picked her up from the snowfield, she didn’t even cry then. She wasn’t nervous. She didn’t even sob.

 

She was resolute in her acceptance of death.

 

No, she insisted on dying.

 

But now she was crying and trembling.

 

“…… father, mother.”

 

Roselyn was trembling with pain.

 

She was suffering as she called the dead in her dreams, sobbing and apologizing for not being able to keep them safe.

 

‘She’s a foolish woman.’

 

Tamon was angry and frustrated. 

 

He couldn’t understand her feeling guilty when they had already gone to that world. 

 

He felt hopeless because he couldn’t understand it.

 

Feeling the limit of emotions he could not reach, it made him angry.

 

“Don’t cry.”

 

“Hic hic.”

 

This was not the kind of sobbing that Tamon wanted to hear from Asha.

 

“No, Charlotte, no………..”

 

This was not the kind of tears he wanted to see.

 

He wanted to see her cry with pleasure, arching her back, unable to control herself under his embrace.

 

He didn’t want to see her bite her tongue in fear of a nightmare.

 

 “D*mn…..Don’t cry.”

 

Tamon hugged her curled up body tightly with both arms and whispered desperately.

 

It was the first time he didn’t know what to do. He felt like he was drowning in darkness.

 

Chapter 8. The crying sound

 

 

 

***

Sponsored by Kuroneko 💖 (¼)

***

 

If he didn’t give up his body for the king to relive her anger, he would miss this opportunity.

 

Thankfully, the king even broke his ribs. The throbbing was a bit annoying, but Tamon deliberately kept his resilience low and endured the pain. 

 

In the evening, he was unavoidably caught by the knights, but even then he endured the pain by lowering his body’s recovery as much as possible.

 

This level of bruising was, in fact, bearable. There was nothing he couldn’t bear considering muscle pain. 

 

He wasn’t cut, slashed, or poisoned. Not even a single drop of sweat break out at the mere thought of having one or two ribs pulled out. 

 

Thinking about the sweet reward that would come after that he could endure for days. 

 

“It looks like you’re the one who’s going to have an accident when you go outside, not me.” (Roselyn) 

 

In spite of Roselyn’s reproachful words, Tamon only smiled leisurely. 

 

“You’ve been injured without a single clean area on your entire body, what’s the point of laughing when you’re good?”

 

Roselyn bullied Tamon in a language similar to his.

 

“Please be gentle, I’m hurt.”

 

Tamon exaggeratedly acting hurt and reached out and hugged Roselyn.

 

Oh, I see.

 

This is the cure.

 

As soon as he touched her body, his whole body relaxed sluggishly.

 

When he heard that she met bullies when she was at the festival, his eyes turned upside down.

 

However, when he calmed down and thought about it, he realized that this woman was not the kind of woman who would be beaten by a few thugs.

 

His heart was filled with joy when he saw that she wasn’t injured in the slightest.

 

Her strength was endearing.

 

It reassured him that she was strong, whether internally or externally.

 

So Tamon decided to indulge her rather reassuringly.

 

“It hurts.” (Tamon)

 

“Looking at you, you seem to be exaggerating, too. Every time you get hurt, how…..”

 

Roselyn looked at the huge man who was holding her tightly. 

 

Tamon did not care and buried his lips in her neck.

 

“When one is ill, one’s mind is confused by nature.” (Tamon)

 

“You don’t seem to be hurting that much.” (Roselyn)

 

Tamon burst into laughter at Roselyn’s reluctant suspicion.

 

If he let her talk any longer, she was going to end up suspecting him for a long time for nothing. 

 

Without saying more, he crawled up her lips like a snake and swallowed her lips at once.

 

The feel of her sweet lips was driving him crazy.

 

Was this what it feels like to dip his brain in honey?

 

Should these lips, which caught the man’s breath quickly, be lascivious or sacred?

 

He closed his eyes and breathed in all the enraptured feeling her lips gave him.

 

He felt physically energized.

 

He felt a strong tension in his lower body.

 

In a panic, Roselyn gently moved back and ended up lying on the bed.

 

Tamon smiled and licked her lips, kissed her on the chin and held her close.

 

‘I’m a spoiled brat.’

 

Yes, this was spoiled.

 

He sweetened Asha’s small breasts over and over again, as if he were a huge beast that wanted to be held in the small arms.

 

It was the only moment he had the rights to claim her justly when he needed medical attention.

 

From the moment he recognized it, Tamon did not hesitate to hurt himself.

 

In fact, the bigger and more certain the wound, the better. When it came to compensation, he was willing to abuse his body as much as he could.

 

Because the more hurt he got, the greater his right to take her.

 

What a self-destructive obsession.

 

This kind of love he couldn’t speak up recklessly.

 

And yet, it was too precious and pathetic to dare to demand the same feelings from the other person, but only to pretend to be ignorant and indulgent.

 

“Call my name.”

 

“…Tamon.”

 

“Again, please.”

 

Tamon demanded, biting Roselyn’s soft earlobe, and Roselyn called his name softly.

 

“Tamon.”

 

He loved the way her soft voice whispered his name so nonchalantly.

 

When she gasped and screamed, or when she sobbed and muttered like she couldn’t take it anymore.

 

It was just nice to hear hix name bursting out of these lips.

 

Asha drove him crazy.

 

Tamon wanted to make Asha crazy too.

 

Even if it wasn’t as much as this feeling he felt, he wished this arrogant, poor woman felt something like him.

 

“No, no, no!”

 

A hot feeling was rising up.

 

“Tamon!”

 

As his lips went lower to her moist valley, the more intense her muffled cries became.

 

She pushed his head out and clutched it again, shuddering but holding him tightly with both legs.

 

She didn’t let go of him with her thin hands, as if letting him go would send her falling off a cliff.

 

Oh, this moment was so good he could barely breathe.

 

Tamon was going crazy, loving her strength, her hands, and her legs as she bound him.

 

His lips and tongue moved true to their instincts as if responding to her reaction. 

 

He drank as much of her fountain as he could in the name of therapy.

 

Her red cheeks were addictive like a drug as she felt ashamed.

 

He loved the honest struggle with which she responded to the pleasure at the end.

 

‘Oh, no. It’s weird.’

 

The evening breeze drifted in through the window.

 

The light curtain fluttered in the night breeze, blocking out the light and scattering it.

 

Roselyn felt her eyes blur before her with a raging rush of pleasure.

 

The border between light and dark was faintly visible.

 

Vision became meaningless, and only the smell and feel of his body flitted about.

 

Unable to resist, she grabbed Tamon by both cheeks and made him look at her.

 

Gasping for breath as their eyes met, Tamon kissed her palms and held her.

 

“Do you want me to stop…?”  (Tamon)

 

He whispered with a smile on his wet lips.

 

Was that the lustful devil’s smile that seeped into the bed of a wife who had lost her partner?

 

It was strange.

 

Obviously, she couldn’t stand it, so she grabbed him, but she had no willingness to stop.

 

The pleasure that was coming over her was unmanageable, but it was not enough to ask him to stop.

 

‘Oh, have I already been tainted by this debaucherous demon?’

 

As if he could read Roselyn’s hesitation, Tamon straightened up and moved closer.

 

Leaning his lips against her earlobe, he made a secret suggestion in a polite voice.

 

“Or, just a little slower………?”

 

Roselyn nodded with a reddened face, and Tamon smiled in satisfaction. 

 

“If you kiss me.” (Tamon)

 

“Now?” (Roselyn)

 

He looked at her as if she was asking the obvious.

 

Roselyn looked at his lips and cheeks, glistening with moisture, with bewildered eyes.

 

If the scene of the novel of the twins had not passed momentarily, she might possibly have stopped at that moment forever.

 

Of course, Tamon wouldn’t have left it like that….

 

The novel.

 

Yes, the racy novel was the problem.

 

The racy scenes of that novel, which had made Roselyn close the page many times and take a deep breath, swirled in her head for a moment.

 

It gave her a surge of courage.

 

That pathetic indirect experience made even this unnerving request of Tamon “possible”.

 

With bated breath, she gently brushed his lips with her fingers.

 

His moist lips conveyed a feeling of lewdness.

 

He licked his lips, smiling.

 

Oh, this man must really be crazy.

 

Roselyn grabbed his shoulders, glaring at him avengingly, and slowly moved her lips towards Tamon’s.

 

Softly, her lips pressed against his.

 

At first she was surprised that it wasn’t as bad as she thought it would be.

 

The lips that were touched stuck together and fell apart a few times.

 

“It’s sweeter than you thought, right?” (Tamon)

 

He asked with a nonchalant look on his face. 

 

Roselyn bit her lip as her face turned bright red.

 

Tamon smiled and pushed in. Their hot bodies overlapped at once.

 

The more his body was pushed up and down, the more Tamon’s bruises faded.

 

He thrust so fiercely that the broken ribs were of no consequence.

 

The hot and earnest night did not end until dawn.

 

When the dawn came, Tamon, who had finally fallen asleep, woke up………

 

“Ugh….hic hic.”

 

It was when he heard a sobbing sound from Roselyn’s lips, who was sleeping in a tight hug.

 

****

 

She was trembling.

 

It was the first time he had seen her like this.

 

When he picked her up from the snowfield, she didn’t even cry then. She wasn’t nervous. She didn’t even sob.

 

She was resolute in her acceptance of death.

 

No, she insisted on dying.

 

But now she was crying and trembling.

 

“…… father, mother.”

 

Roselyn was trembling with pain.

 

She was suffering as she called the dead in her dreams, sobbing and apologizing for not being able to keep them safe.

 

‘She’s a foolish woman.’

 

Tamon was angry and frustrated. 

 

He couldn’t understand her feeling guilty when they had already gone to that world. 

 

He felt hopeless because he couldn’t understand it.

 

Feeling the limit of emotions he could not reach, it made him angry.

 

“Don’t cry.”

 

“Hic hic.”

 

This was not the kind of sobbing that Tamon wanted to hear from Asha.

 

“No, Charlotte, no………..”

 

This was not the kind of tears he wanted to see.

 

He wanted to see her cry with pleasure, arching her back, unable to control herself under his embrace.

 

He didn’t want to see her bite her tongue in fear of a nightmare.

 

 “D*mn…..Don’t cry.”

 

Tamon hugged her curled up body tightly with both arms and whispered desperately.

 

It was the first time he didn’t know what to do. He felt like he was drowning in darkness.

 

Chapter 9. Are you throwing yourself away?

 

 

 

***

Sponsored by Kuroneko 💖 (¼)

***

 

If he didn’t give up his body for the king to relive her anger, he would miss this opportunity.

 

Thankfully, the king even broke his ribs. The throbbing was a bit annoying, but Tamon deliberately kept his resilience low and endured the pain. 

 

In the evening, he was unavoidably caught by the knights, but even then he endured the pain by lowering his body’s recovery as much as possible.

 

This level of bruising was, in fact, bearable. There was nothing he couldn’t bear considering muscle pain. 

 

He wasn’t cut, slashed, or poisoned. Not even a single drop of sweat break out at the mere thought of having one or two ribs pulled out. 

 

Thinking about the sweet reward that would come after that he could endure for days. 

 

“It looks like you’re the one who’s going to have an accident when you go outside, not me.” (Roselyn) 

 

In spite of Roselyn’s reproachful words, Tamon only smiled leisurely. 

 

“You’ve been injured without a single clean area on your entire body, what’s the point of laughing when you’re good?”

 

Roselyn bullied Tamon in a language similar to his.

 

“Please be gentle, I’m hurt.”

 

Tamon exaggeratedly acting hurt and reached out and hugged Roselyn.

 

Oh, I see.

 

This is the cure.

 

As soon as he touched her body, his whole body relaxed sluggishly.

 

When he heard that she met bullies when she was at the festival, his eyes turned upside down.

 

However, when he calmed down and thought about it, he realized that this woman was not the kind of woman who would be beaten by a few thugs.

 

His heart was filled with joy when he saw that she wasn’t injured in the slightest.

 

Her strength was endearing.

 

It reassured him that she was strong, whether internally or externally.

 

So Tamon decided to indulge her rather reassuringly.

 

“It hurts.” (Tamon)

 

“Looking at you, you seem to be exaggerating, too. Every time you get hurt, how…..”

 

Roselyn looked at the huge man who was holding her tightly. 

 

Tamon did not care and buried his lips in her neck.

 

“When one is ill, one’s mind is confused by nature.” (Tamon)

 

“You don’t seem to be hurting that much.” (Roselyn)

 

Tamon burst into laughter at Roselyn’s reluctant suspicion.

 

If he let her talk any longer, she was going to end up suspecting him for a long time for nothing. 

 

Without saying more, he crawled up her lips like a snake and swallowed her lips at once.

 

The feel of her sweet lips was driving him crazy.

 

Was this what it feels like to dip his brain in honey?

 

Should these lips, which caught the man’s breath quickly, be lascivious or sacred?

 

He closed his eyes and breathed in all the enraptured feeling her lips gave him.

 

He felt physically energized.

 

He felt a strong tension in his lower body.

 

In a panic, Roselyn gently moved back and ended up lying on the bed.

 

Tamon smiled and licked her lips, kissed her on the chin and held her close.

 

‘I’m a spoiled brat.’

 

Yes, this was spoiled.

 

He sweetened Asha’s small breasts over and over again, as if he were a huge beast that wanted to be held in the small arms.

 

It was the only moment he had the rights to claim her justly when he needed medical attention.

 

From the moment he recognized it, Tamon did not hesitate to hurt himself.

 

In fact, the bigger and more certain the wound, the better. When it came to compensation, he was willing to abuse his body as much as he could.

 

Because the more hurt he got, the greater his right to take her.

 

What a self-destructive obsession.

 

This kind of love he couldn’t speak up recklessly.

 

And yet, it was too precious and pathetic to dare to demand the same feelings from the other person, but only to pretend to be ignorant and indulgent.

 

“Call my name.”

 

“…Tamon.”

 

“Again, please.”

 

Tamon demanded, biting Roselyn’s soft earlobe, and Roselyn called his name softly.

 

“Tamon.”

 

He loved the way her soft voice whispered his name so nonchalantly.

 

When she gasped and screamed, or when she sobbed and muttered like she couldn’t take it anymore.

 

It was just nice to hear hix name bursting out of these lips.

 

Asha drove him crazy.

 

Tamon wanted to make Asha crazy too.

 

Even if it wasn’t as much as this feeling he felt, he wished this arrogant, poor woman felt something like him.

 

“No, no, no!”

 

A hot feeling was rising up.

 

“Tamon!”

 

As his lips went lower to her moist valley, the more intense her muffled cries became.

 

She pushed his head out and clutched it again, shuddering but holding him tightly with both legs.

 

She didn’t let go of him with her thin hands, as if letting him go would send her falling off a cliff.

 

Oh, this moment was so good he could barely breathe.

 

Tamon was going crazy, loving her strength, her hands, and her legs as she bound him.

 

His lips and tongue moved true to their instincts as if responding to her reaction. 

 

He drank as much of her fountain as he could in the name of therapy.

 

Her red cheeks were addictive like a drug as she felt ashamed.

 

He loved the honest struggle with which she responded to the pleasure at the end.

 

‘Oh, no. It’s weird.’

 

The evening breeze drifted in through the window.

 

The light curtain fluttered in the night breeze, blocking out the light and scattering it.

 

Roselyn felt her eyes blur before her with a raging rush of pleasure.

 

The border between light and dark was faintly visible.

 

Vision became meaningless, and only the smell and feel of his body flitted about.

 

Unable to resist, she grabbed Tamon by both cheeks and made him look at her.

 

Gasping for breath as their eyes met, Tamon kissed her palms and held her.

 

“Do you want me to stop…?”  (Tamon)

 

He whispered with a smile on his wet lips.

 

Was that the lustful devil’s smile that seeped into the bed of a wife who had lost her partner?

 

It was strange.

 

Obviously, she couldn’t stand it, so she grabbed him, but she had no willingness to stop.

 

The pleasure that was coming over her was unmanageable, but it was not enough to ask him to stop.

 

‘Oh, have I already been tainted by this debaucherous demon?’

 

As if he could read Roselyn’s hesitation, Tamon straightened up and moved closer.

 

Leaning his lips against her earlobe, he made a secret suggestion in a polite voice.

 

“Or, just a little slower………?”

 

Roselyn nodded with a reddened face, and Tamon smiled in satisfaction. 

 

“If you kiss me.” (Tamon)

 

“Now?” (Roselyn)

 

He looked at her as if she was asking the obvious.

 

Roselyn looked at his lips and cheeks, glistening with moisture, with bewildered eyes.

 

If the scene of the novel of the twins had not passed momentarily, she might possibly have stopped at that moment forever.

 

Of course, Tamon wouldn’t have left it like that….

 

The novel.

 

Yes, the racy novel was the problem.

 

The racy scenes of that novel, which had made Roselyn close the page many times and take a deep breath, swirled in her head for a moment.

 

It gave her a surge of courage.

 

That pathetic indirect experience made even this unnerving request of Tamon “possible”.

 

With bated breath, she gently brushed his lips with her fingers.

 

His moist lips conveyed a feeling of lewdness.

 

He licked his lips, smiling.

 

Oh, this man must really be crazy.

 

Roselyn grabbed his shoulders, glaring at him avengingly, and slowly moved her lips towards Tamon’s.

 

Softly, her lips pressed against his.

 

At first she was surprised that it wasn’t as bad as she thought it would be.

 

The lips that were touched stuck together and fell apart a few times.

 

“It’s sweeter than you thought, right?” (Tamon)

 

He asked with a nonchalant look on his face. 

 

Roselyn bit her lip as her face turned bright red.

 

Tamon smiled and pushed in. Their hot bodies overlapped at once.

 

The more his body was pushed up and down, the more Tamon’s bruises faded.

 

He thrust so fiercely that the broken ribs were of no consequence.

 

The hot and earnest night did not end until dawn.

 

When the dawn came, Tamon, who had finally fallen asleep, woke up………

 

“Ugh….hic hic.”

 

It was when he heard a sobbing sound from Roselyn’s lips, who was sleeping in a tight hug.

 

****

 

She was trembling.

 

It was the first time he had seen her like this.

 

When he picked her up from the snowfield, she didn’t even cry then. She wasn’t nervous. She didn’t even sob.

 

She was resolute in her acceptance of death.

 

No, she insisted on dying.

 

But now she was crying and trembling.

 

“…… father, mother.”

 

Roselyn was trembling with pain.

 

She was suffering as she called the dead in her dreams, sobbing and apologizing for not being able to keep them safe.

 

‘She’s a foolish woman.’

 

Tamon was angry and frustrated. 

 

He couldn’t understand her feeling guilty when they had already gone to that world. 

 

He felt hopeless because he couldn’t understand it.

 

Feeling the limit of emotions he could not reach, it made him angry.

 

“Don’t cry.”

 

“Hic hic.”

 

This was not the kind of sobbing that Tamon wanted to hear from Asha.

 

“No, Charlotte, no………..”

 

This was not the kind of tears he wanted to see.

 

He wanted to see her cry with pleasure, arching her back, unable to control herself under his embrace.

 

He didn’t want to see her bite her tongue in fear of a nightmare.

 

 “D*mn…..Don’t cry.”

 

Tamon hugged her curled up body tightly with both arms and whispered desperately.

 

It was the first time he didn’t know what to do. He felt like he was drowning in darkness.

 

Chapter 10. Why did this woman...?

 

 

 

***

Sponsored by Kuroneko 💖 (¼)

***

 

If he didn’t give up his body for the king to relive her anger, he would miss this opportunity.

 

Thankfully, the king even broke his ribs. The throbbing was a bit annoying, but Tamon deliberately kept his resilience low and endured the pain. 

 

In the evening, he was unavoidably caught by the knights, but even then he endured the pain by lowering his body’s recovery as much as possible.

 

This level of bruising was, in fact, bearable. There was nothing he couldn’t bear considering muscle pain. 

 

He wasn’t cut, slashed, or poisoned. Not even a single drop of sweat break out at the mere thought of having one or two ribs pulled out. 

 

Thinking about the sweet reward that would come after that he could endure for days. 

 

“It looks like you’re the one who’s going to have an accident when you go outside, not me.” (Roselyn) 

 

In spite of Roselyn’s reproachful words, Tamon only smiled leisurely. 

 

“You’ve been injured without a single clean area on your entire body, what’s the point of laughing when you’re good?”

 

Roselyn bullied Tamon in a language similar to his.

 

“Please be gentle, I’m hurt.”

 

Tamon exaggeratedly acting hurt and reached out and hugged Roselyn.

 

Oh, I see.

 

This is the cure.

 

As soon as he touched her body, his whole body relaxed sluggishly.

 

When he heard that she met bullies when she was at the festival, his eyes turned upside down.

 

However, when he calmed down and thought about it, he realized that this woman was not the kind of woman who would be beaten by a few thugs.

 

His heart was filled with joy when he saw that she wasn’t injured in the slightest.

 

Her strength was endearing.

 

It reassured him that she was strong, whether internally or externally.

 

So Tamon decided to indulge her rather reassuringly.

 

“It hurts.” (Tamon)

 

“Looking at you, you seem to be exaggerating, too. Every time you get hurt, how…..”

 

Roselyn looked at the huge man who was holding her tightly. 

 

Tamon did not care and buried his lips in her neck.

 

“When one is ill, one’s mind is confused by nature.” (Tamon)

 

“You don’t seem to be hurting that much.” (Roselyn)

 

Tamon burst into laughter at Roselyn’s reluctant suspicion.

 

If he let her talk any longer, she was going to end up suspecting him for a long time for nothing. 

 

Without saying more, he crawled up her lips like a snake and swallowed her lips at once.

 

The feel of her sweet lips was driving him crazy.

 

Was this what it feels like to dip his brain in honey?

 

Should these lips, which caught the man’s breath quickly, be lascivious or sacred?

 

He closed his eyes and breathed in all the enraptured feeling her lips gave him.

 

He felt physically energized.

 

He felt a strong tension in his lower body.

 

In a panic, Roselyn gently moved back and ended up lying on the bed.

 

Tamon smiled and licked her lips, kissed her on the chin and held her close.

 

‘I’m a spoiled brat.’

 

Yes, this was spoiled.

 

He sweetened Asha’s small breasts over and over again, as if he were a huge beast that wanted to be held in the small arms.

 

It was the only moment he had the rights to claim her justly when he needed medical attention.

 

From the moment he recognized it, Tamon did not hesitate to hurt himself.

 

In fact, the bigger and more certain the wound, the better. When it came to compensation, he was willing to abuse his body as much as he could.

 

Because the more hurt he got, the greater his right to take her.

 

What a self-destructive obsession.

 

This kind of love he couldn’t speak up recklessly.

 

And yet, it was too precious and pathetic to dare to demand the same feelings from the other person, but only to pretend to be ignorant and indulgent.

 

“Call my name.”

 

“…Tamon.”

 

“Again, please.”

 

Tamon demanded, biting Roselyn’s soft earlobe, and Roselyn called his name softly.

 

“Tamon.”

 

He loved the way her soft voice whispered his name so nonchalantly.

 

When she gasped and screamed, or when she sobbed and muttered like she couldn’t take it anymore.

 

It was just nice to hear hix name bursting out of these lips.

 

Asha drove him crazy.

 

Tamon wanted to make Asha crazy too.

 

Even if it wasn’t as much as this feeling he felt, he wished this arrogant, poor woman felt something like him.

 

“No, no, no!”

 

A hot feeling was rising up.

 

“Tamon!”

 

As his lips went lower to her moist valley, the more intense her muffled cries became.

 

She pushed his head out and clutched it again, shuddering but holding him tightly with both legs.

 

She didn’t let go of him with her thin hands, as if letting him go would send her falling off a cliff.

 

Oh, this moment was so good he could barely breathe.

 

Tamon was going crazy, loving her strength, her hands, and her legs as she bound him.

 

His lips and tongue moved true to their instincts as if responding to her reaction. 

 

He drank as much of her fountain as he could in the name of therapy.

 

Her red cheeks were addictive like a drug as she felt ashamed.

 

He loved the honest struggle with which she responded to the pleasure at the end.

 

‘Oh, no. It’s weird.’

 

The evening breeze drifted in through the window.

 

The light curtain fluttered in the night breeze, blocking out the light and scattering it.

 

Roselyn felt her eyes blur before her with a raging rush of pleasure.

 

The border between light and dark was faintly visible.

 

Vision became meaningless, and only the smell and feel of his body flitted about.

 

Unable to resist, she grabbed Tamon by both cheeks and made him look at her.

 

Gasping for breath as their eyes met, Tamon kissed her palms and held her.

 

“Do you want me to stop…?”  (Tamon)

 

He whispered with a smile on his wet lips.

 

Was that the lustful devil’s smile that seeped into the bed of a wife who had lost her partner?

 

It was strange.

 

Obviously, she couldn’t stand it, so she grabbed him, but she had no willingness to stop.

 

The pleasure that was coming over her was unmanageable, but it was not enough to ask him to stop.

 

‘Oh, have I already been tainted by this debaucherous demon?’

 

As if he could read Roselyn’s hesitation, Tamon straightened up and moved closer.

 

Leaning his lips against her earlobe, he made a secret suggestion in a polite voice.

 

“Or, just a little slower………?”

 

Roselyn nodded with a reddened face, and Tamon smiled in satisfaction. 

 

“If you kiss me.” (Tamon)

 

“Now?” (Roselyn)

 

He looked at her as if she was asking the obvious.

 

Roselyn looked at his lips and cheeks, glistening with moisture, with bewildered eyes.

 

If the scene of the novel of the twins had not passed momentarily, she might possibly have stopped at that moment forever.

 

Of course, Tamon wouldn’t have left it like that….

 

The novel.

 

Yes, the racy novel was the problem.

 

The racy scenes of that novel, which had made Roselyn close the page many times and take a deep breath, swirled in her head for a moment.

 

It gave her a surge of courage.

 

That pathetic indirect experience made even this unnerving request of Tamon “possible”.

 

With bated breath, she gently brushed his lips with her fingers.

 

His moist lips conveyed a feeling of lewdness.

 

He licked his lips, smiling.

 

Oh, this man must really be crazy.

 

Roselyn grabbed his shoulders, glaring at him avengingly, and slowly moved her lips towards Tamon’s.

 

Softly, her lips pressed against his.

 

At first she was surprised that it wasn’t as bad as she thought it would be.

 

The lips that were touched stuck together and fell apart a few times.

 

“It’s sweeter than you thought, right?” (Tamon)

 

He asked with a nonchalant look on his face. 

 

Roselyn bit her lip as her face turned bright red.

 

Tamon smiled and pushed in. Their hot bodies overlapped at once.

 

The more his body was pushed up and down, the more Tamon’s bruises faded.

 

He thrust so fiercely that the broken ribs were of no consequence.

 

The hot and earnest night did not end until dawn.

 

When the dawn came, Tamon, who had finally fallen asleep, woke up………

 

“Ugh….hic hic.”

 

It was when he heard a sobbing sound from Roselyn’s lips, who was sleeping in a tight hug.

 

****

 

She was trembling.

 

It was the first time he had seen her like this.

 

When he picked her up from the snowfield, she didn’t even cry then. She wasn’t nervous. She didn’t even sob.

 

She was resolute in her acceptance of death.

 

No, she insisted on dying.

 

But now she was crying and trembling.

 

“…… father, mother.”

 

Roselyn was trembling with pain.

 

She was suffering as she called the dead in her dreams, sobbing and apologizing for not being able to keep them safe.

 

‘She’s a foolish woman.’

 

Tamon was angry and frustrated. 

 

He couldn’t understand her feeling guilty when they had already gone to that world. 

 

He felt hopeless because he couldn’t understand it.

 

Feeling the limit of emotions he could not reach, it made him angry.

 

“Don’t cry.”

 

“Hic hic.”

 

This was not the kind of sobbing that Tamon wanted to hear from Asha.

 

“No, Charlotte, no………..”

 

This was not the kind of tears he wanted to see.

 

He wanted to see her cry with pleasure, arching her back, unable to control herself under his embrace.

 

He didn’t want to see her bite her tongue in fear of a nightmare.

 

 “D*mn…..Don’t cry.”

 

Tamon hugged her curled up body tightly with both arms and whispered desperately.

 

It was the first time he didn’t know what to do. He felt like he was drowning in darkness.

 

Chapter 11. Then bite if off and kill me

 

 

 

***

Sponsored by Kuroneko 💖 (¼)

***

 

If he didn’t give up his body for the king to relive her anger, he would miss this opportunity.

 

Thankfully, the king even broke his ribs. The throbbing was a bit annoying, but Tamon deliberately kept his resilience low and endured the pain. 

 

In the evening, he was unavoidably caught by the knights, but even then he endured the pain by lowering his body’s recovery as much as possible.

 

This level of bruising was, in fact, bearable. There was nothing he couldn’t bear considering muscle pain. 

 

He wasn’t cut, slashed, or poisoned. Not even a single drop of sweat break out at the mere thought of having one or two ribs pulled out. 

 

Thinking about the sweet reward that would come after that he could endure for days. 

 

“It looks like you’re the one who’s going to have an accident when you go outside, not me.” (Roselyn) 

 

In spite of Roselyn’s reproachful words, Tamon only smiled leisurely. 

 

“You’ve been injured without a single clean area on your entire body, what’s the point of laughing when you’re good?”

 

Roselyn bullied Tamon in a language similar to his.

 

“Please be gentle, I’m hurt.”

 

Tamon exaggeratedly acting hurt and reached out and hugged Roselyn.

 

Oh, I see.

 

This is the cure.

 

As soon as he touched her body, his whole body relaxed sluggishly.

 

When he heard that she met bullies when she was at the festival, his eyes turned upside down.

 

However, when he calmed down and thought about it, he realized that this woman was not the kind of woman who would be beaten by a few thugs.

 

His heart was filled with joy when he saw that she wasn’t injured in the slightest.

 

Her strength was endearing.

 

It reassured him that she was strong, whether internally or externally.

 

So Tamon decided to indulge her rather reassuringly.

 

“It hurts.” (Tamon)

 

“Looking at you, you seem to be exaggerating, too. Every time you get hurt, how…..”

 

Roselyn looked at the huge man who was holding her tightly. 

 

Tamon did not care and buried his lips in her neck.

 

“When one is ill, one’s mind is confused by nature.” (Tamon)

 

“You don’t seem to be hurting that much.” (Roselyn)

 

Tamon burst into laughter at Roselyn’s reluctant suspicion.

 

If he let her talk any longer, she was going to end up suspecting him for a long time for nothing. 

 

Without saying more, he crawled up her lips like a snake and swallowed her lips at once.

 

The feel of her sweet lips was driving him crazy.

 

Was this what it feels like to dip his brain in honey?

 

Should these lips, which caught the man’s breath quickly, be lascivious or sacred?

 

He closed his eyes and breathed in all the enraptured feeling her lips gave him.

 

He felt physically energized.

 

He felt a strong tension in his lower body.

 

In a panic, Roselyn gently moved back and ended up lying on the bed.

 

Tamon smiled and licked her lips, kissed her on the chin and held her close.

 

‘I’m a spoiled brat.’

 

Yes, this was spoiled.

 

He sweetened Asha’s small breasts over and over again, as if he were a huge beast that wanted to be held in the small arms.

 

It was the only moment he had the rights to claim her justly when he needed medical attention.

 

From the moment he recognized it, Tamon did not hesitate to hurt himself.

 

In fact, the bigger and more certain the wound, the better. When it came to compensation, he was willing to abuse his body as much as he could.

 

Because the more hurt he got, the greater his right to take her.

 

What a self-destructive obsession.

 

This kind of love he couldn’t speak up recklessly.

 

And yet, it was too precious and pathetic to dare to demand the same feelings from the other person, but only to pretend to be ignorant and indulgent.

 

“Call my name.”

 

“…Tamon.”

 

“Again, please.”

 

Tamon demanded, biting Roselyn’s soft earlobe, and Roselyn called his name softly.

 

“Tamon.”

 

He loved the way her soft voice whispered his name so nonchalantly.

 

When she gasped and screamed, or when she sobbed and muttered like she couldn’t take it anymore.

 

It was just nice to hear hix name bursting out of these lips.

 

Asha drove him crazy.

 

Tamon wanted to make Asha crazy too.

 

Even if it wasn’t as much as this feeling he felt, he wished this arrogant, poor woman felt something like him.

 

“No, no, no!”

 

A hot feeling was rising up.

 

“Tamon!”

 

As his lips went lower to her moist valley, the more intense her muffled cries became.

 

She pushed his head out and clutched it again, shuddering but holding him tightly with both legs.

 

She didn’t let go of him with her thin hands, as if letting him go would send her falling off a cliff.

 

Oh, this moment was so good he could barely breathe.

 

Tamon was going crazy, loving her strength, her hands, and her legs as she bound him.

 

His lips and tongue moved true to their instincts as if responding to her reaction. 

 

He drank as much of her fountain as he could in the name of therapy.

 

Her red cheeks were addictive like a drug as she felt ashamed.

 

He loved the honest struggle with which she responded to the pleasure at the end.

 

‘Oh, no. It’s weird.’

 

The evening breeze drifted in through the window.

 

The light curtain fluttered in the night breeze, blocking out the light and scattering it.

 

Roselyn felt her eyes blur before her with a raging rush of pleasure.

 

The border between light and dark was faintly visible.

 

Vision became meaningless, and only the smell and feel of his body flitted about.

 

Unable to resist, she grabbed Tamon by both cheeks and made him look at her.

 

Gasping for breath as their eyes met, Tamon kissed her palms and held her.

 

“Do you want me to stop…?”  (Tamon)

 

He whispered with a smile on his wet lips.

 

Was that the lustful devil’s smile that seeped into the bed of a wife who had lost her partner?

 

It was strange.

 

Obviously, she couldn’t stand it, so she grabbed him, but she had no willingness to stop.

 

The pleasure that was coming over her was unmanageable, but it was not enough to ask him to stop.

 

‘Oh, have I already been tainted by this debaucherous demon?’

 

As if he could read Roselyn’s hesitation, Tamon straightened up and moved closer.

 

Leaning his lips against her earlobe, he made a secret suggestion in a polite voice.

 

“Or, just a little slower………?”

 

Roselyn nodded with a reddened face, and Tamon smiled in satisfaction. 

 

“If you kiss me.” (Tamon)

 

“Now?” (Roselyn)

 

He looked at her as if she was asking the obvious.

 

Roselyn looked at his lips and cheeks, glistening with moisture, with bewildered eyes.

 

If the scene of the novel of the twins had not passed momentarily, she might possibly have stopped at that moment forever.

 

Of course, Tamon wouldn’t have left it like that….

 

The novel.

 

Yes, the racy novel was the problem.

 

The racy scenes of that novel, which had made Roselyn close the page many times and take a deep breath, swirled in her head for a moment.

 

It gave her a surge of courage.

 

That pathetic indirect experience made even this unnerving request of Tamon “possible”.

 

With bated breath, she gently brushed his lips with her fingers.

 

His moist lips conveyed a feeling of lewdness.

 

He licked his lips, smiling.

 

Oh, this man must really be crazy.

 

Roselyn grabbed his shoulders, glaring at him avengingly, and slowly moved her lips towards Tamon’s.

 

Softly, her lips pressed against his.

 

At first she was surprised that it wasn’t as bad as she thought it would be.

 

The lips that were touched stuck together and fell apart a few times.

 

“It’s sweeter than you thought, right?” (Tamon)

 

He asked with a nonchalant look on his face. 

 

Roselyn bit her lip as her face turned bright red.

 

Tamon smiled and pushed in. Their hot bodies overlapped at once.

 

The more his body was pushed up and down, the more Tamon’s bruises faded.

 

He thrust so fiercely that the broken ribs were of no consequence.

 

The hot and earnest night did not end until dawn.

 

When the dawn came, Tamon, who had finally fallen asleep, woke up………

 

“Ugh….hic hic.”

 

It was when he heard a sobbing sound from Roselyn’s lips, who was sleeping in a tight hug.

 

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She was trembling.

 

It was the first time he had seen her like this.

 

When he picked her up from the snowfield, she didn’t even cry then. She wasn’t nervous. She didn’t even sob.

 

She was resolute in her acceptance of death.

 

No, she insisted on dying.

 

But now she was crying and trembling.

 

“…… father, mother.”

 

Roselyn was trembling with pain.

 

She was suffering as she called the dead in her dreams, sobbing and apologizing for not being able to keep them safe.

 

‘She’s a foolish woman.’

 

Tamon was angry and frustrated. 

 

He couldn’t understand her feeling guilty when they had already gone to that world. 

 

He felt hopeless because he couldn’t understand it.

 

Feeling the limit of emotions he could not reach, it made him angry.

 

“Don’t cry.”

 

“Hic hic.”

 

This was not the kind of sobbing that Tamon wanted to hear from Asha.

 

“No, Charlotte, no………..”

 

This was not the kind of tears he wanted to see.

 

He wanted to see her cry with pleasure, arching her back, unable to control herself under his embrace.

 

He didn’t want to see her bite her tongue in fear of a nightmare.

 

 “D*mn…..Don’t cry.”

 

Tamon hugged her curled up body tightly with both arms and whispered desperately.

 

It was the first time he didn’t know what to do. He felt like he was drowning in darkness.

 

Chapter 12. Ability to save

 

 

 

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If he didn’t give up his body for the king to relive her anger, he would miss this opportunity.

 

Thankfully, the king even broke his ribs. The throbbing was a bit annoying, but Tamon deliberately kept his resilience low and endured the pain. 

 

In the evening, he was unavoidably caught by the knights, but even then he endured the pain by lowering his body’s recovery as much as possible.

 

This level of bruising was, in fact, bearable. There was nothing he couldn’t bear considering muscle pain. 

 

He wasn’t cut, slashed, or poisoned. Not even a single drop of sweat break out at the mere thought of having one or two ribs pulled out. 

 

Thinking about the sweet reward that would come after that he could endure for days. 

 

“It looks like you’re the one who’s going to have an accident when you go outside, not me.” (Roselyn) 

 

In spite of Roselyn’s reproachful words, Tamon only smiled leisurely. 

 

“You’ve been injured without a single clean area on your entire body, what’s the point of laughing when you’re good?”

 

Roselyn bullied Tamon in a language similar to his.

 

“Please be gentle, I’m hurt.”

 

Tamon exaggeratedly acting hurt and reached out and hugged Roselyn.

 

Oh, I see.

 

This is the cure.

 

As soon as he touched her body, his whole body relaxed sluggishly.

 

When he heard that she met bullies when she was at the festival, his eyes turned upside down.

 

However, when he calmed down and thought about it, he realized that this woman was not the kind of woman who would be beaten by a few thugs.

 

His heart was filled with joy when he saw that she wasn’t injured in the slightest.

 

Her strength was endearing.

 

It reassured him that she was strong, whether internally or externally.

 

So Tamon decided to indulge her rather reassuringly.

 

“It hurts.” (Tamon)

 

“Looking at you, you seem to be exaggerating, too. Every time you get hurt, how…..”

 

Roselyn looked at the huge man who was holding her tightly. 

 

Tamon did not care and buried his lips in her neck.

 

“When one is ill, one’s mind is confused by nature.” (Tamon)

 

“You don’t seem to be hurting that much.” (Roselyn)

 

Tamon burst into laughter at Roselyn’s reluctant suspicion.

 

If he let her talk any longer, she was going to end up suspecting him for a long time for nothing. 

 

Without saying more, he crawled up her lips like a snake and swallowed her lips at once.

 

The feel of her sweet lips was driving him crazy.

 

Was this what it feels like to dip his brain in honey?

 

Should these lips, which caught the man’s breath quickly, be lascivious or sacred?

 

He closed his eyes and breathed in all the enraptured feeling her lips gave him.

 

He felt physically energized.

 

He felt a strong tension in his lower body.

 

In a panic, Roselyn gently moved back and ended up lying on the bed.

 

Tamon smiled and licked her lips, kissed her on the chin and held her close.

 

‘I’m a spoiled brat.’

 

Yes, this was spoiled.

 

He sweetened Asha’s small breasts over and over again, as if he were a huge beast that wanted to be held in the small arms.

 

It was the only moment he had the rights to claim her justly when he needed medical attention.

 

From the moment he recognized it, Tamon did not hesitate to hurt himself.

 

In fact, the bigger and more certain the wound, the better. When it came to compensation, he was willing to abuse his body as much as he could.

 

Because the more hurt he got, the greater his right to take her.

 

What a self-destructive obsession.

 

This kind of love he couldn’t speak up recklessly.

 

And yet, it was too precious and pathetic to dare to demand the same feelings from the other person, but only to pretend to be ignorant and indulgent.

 

“Call my name.”

 

“…Tamon.”

 

“Again, please.”

 

Tamon demanded, biting Roselyn’s soft earlobe, and Roselyn called his name softly.

 

“Tamon.”

 

He loved the way her soft voice whispered his name so nonchalantly.

 

When she gasped and screamed, or when she sobbed and muttered like she couldn’t take it anymore.

 

It was just nice to hear hix name bursting out of these lips.

 

Asha drove him crazy.

 

Tamon wanted to make Asha crazy too.

 

Even if it wasn’t as much as this feeling he felt, he wished this arrogant, poor woman felt something like him.

 

“No, no, no!”

 

A hot feeling was rising up.

 

“Tamon!”

 

As his lips went lower to her moist valley, the more intense her muffled cries became.

 

She pushed his head out and clutched it again, shuddering but holding him tightly with both legs.

 

She didn’t let go of him with her thin hands, as if letting him go would send her falling off a cliff.

 

Oh, this moment was so good he could barely breathe.

 

Tamon was going crazy, loving her strength, her hands, and her legs as she bound him.

 

His lips and tongue moved true to their instincts as if responding to her reaction. 

 

He drank as much of her fountain as he could in the name of therapy.