A sweet, fragrant scent wafted from the back of Seliya’s neck.
Instead of biting the nape of her neck with his teeth, Illeon buried his lips in it.
As he carefully sucked, as if leaving his mark, a red mark was left behind where her lips had passed.
Seliya twisted her waist to escape Illeon's grasp.
Because their breasts were touching, the more Seliya moved her waist, the more Illeon's reason was lost.
Illeon chewed the flesh inside his mouth until it bled.
“Tsk...! Don't move... Don't mind."
Unlike Illeon, Seliya was contemplating whether or not to use her supernatural ability on Illeon one more time.
'If I use my supernatural ability one more time and he finds out that I have it.'
Seliya narrowed her eyes and considered whether to kneel down there.
People like Illeon tend to enjoy the response more and push it forward the more they are told not to do it.
She had seen all kinds of men, so she knew their habits well.
“What are you going to do if I don’t move?”
Seliya let out a sigh and twisted her waist as if to show off.
She let out a moan as Illeon moaned and threw his neck back.
“Take your hands off my waist.”
At those words, Illeon did not remove his hand but instead tightened his hold around Seliya's waist.
Illeon's hand, which was gripping her slender waist as if squeezing it, was filled with blood.
"Like this...”
Illeon's voice, as damp as a swamp, was full of desire.
“If I have you...”
Illeon's lips touched Seliya's hollow collarbone.
At the same time, the closed door was opened.
Bang!
Through the wide open door, someone with long legs appeared wearing pitch-black armor.
Behind his back, Illeon's minions were piled on the floor, their bodies hanging limply.
He had hair as black as ebony and clear red eyes were visible beneath his straight eyebrows.
It was Dietrich.
Illeon was completely immersed without even noticing that the door was open.
Illeon continued to inhale the fragrant scent of Seliya's flesh.
As soon as Dietrich saw this, he punched Illeon in the face.
Puck!
A dull sound like a blunt weapon was heard, and Illeon's head turned to the side.
Illeon's hand, which had been tying Seliya's waist, fell away.
Dietrich slammed his fist into Illeon's face again.
Puck!
Illeon's face immediately swelled up, perhaps because he was hit by Dietrich's weapon-like fist.
Puck!
When Dietrich's fist struck again, Illeon was completely face down on the floor.
Dietrich literally beat Illeon like a dog.
He punched his face again and again with his fist, leaving no scratches.
Illeon's body fell limp like a corpse as the fists poured down like rain.
Seliya grabbed Dietrich's hand as he tried to beat the unconscious Illeon with his fist.
“Dietrich.”
Dietrich hugged Selya as hard as he could when he heard her calling him.
"I miss you."
At Dietrich's words, Seliya put her hand on his back.
Comfort, coziness, and security.
And, loveliness.
Feeling countless feelings for Dietrich, Seliya slowly closed her eyes.
Perhaps it was because she was using her special ability, or because she felt relieved that Dietrich had arrived, but all the fatigue that had accumulated over the years came flooding back to her all at once.
Dietrich quickly hugged Seliya's body, which was leaning to one side.
In the wind, Seliya's silver hair tumbled down on Dietrich's armor, exposing the nape of her neck that had been hidden from view.
Colorful traces.
Dietrich's eyes sank deeply when he saw this.
Dietrich took out a white handkerchief from under his armor and rubbed the marks on Seliya's nape very cleanly.
And, he completely erased the traces himself.
Dietrich buried his lips on the nape of Seliya's neck and gently curled them with his tongue.
The red marks on her neck disappeared.
After confirming that the traces were completely gone, Dietrich held Seliya in his arms and called Anderson, who was in the hallway.
“Anderson.”
“Yes, Your Excellency the Duke.”
“Put that guy in the dungeon where I’m locked up. By filling the restraints.”
With those words, Dietrich returned to his mansion with Seliya.
***
Dietrich laid Seliya down on the bed.
Dietrich pulled the white blanket up to her neck and looked down at Seliya, who was sleeping soundly.
Seliya was fast asleep, not even making a sound of breathing.
Dietrich brushed Seliya's matted hair behind her ear with his careful fingers.
Dietrich sat down on the bed.
“...”
Dietrich's large hand touched Seliya's cheek.
As he gently stroked her cheek, Seliya's sleeping face became much more relaxed.
Her long lower eyelashes, plump lips, and a faint smile were drawn.
For Dietrich, Seliya was someone whose heart broke just by looking at her.
He felt so pitiful that she had to be lusted after by men who did not want her just because she had strong abilities, and he could not stand it.
He couldn't remember when he started liking Seliya.
It was just that was strongly attracted, like a magnet.
He felt guilty and said something like he would give her a leash.
Even though Seliya had owned his leash before then.
“Shelly, don’t worry, and rest well. I’ll take care of the rest.”
Dietrich muttered lowly and lowered her head towards the sleeping Seliya.
His moist lips gently rested and fell as he tickled Seliya's forehead.
“I will throw Illeon in prison and make him watch the destruction of Abelon.”
Dietrich said, wrapping Seliya's hand around his.
“Anything that tries to harm you will pay the price.”
The hand that was holding it was so small that it felt like it would crumble if he grabbed it.
But Dietrich knew that Seliya was stronger than anyone else.
The solid inside was not something that anyone could mess with.
The steps forward without resignation and the intense gaze were more dazzling than anything else.
It caught his eye, then his heart, and eventually, he wanted to give her his all.
Despite being terminally ill to protect herself from those who desire her, Seliya tried to keep moving forward instead of blaming the situation.
The putrid blood that has accumulated in Seliya's body can only be purified with his own bodily fluids.
For the first time, he felt fortunate that he could heal.
“The reason I was born with this ability was probably for you.”
Dietrich brought Seliya's hand to his mouth and kissed it.
"... I will be back."
Dietrich tried to pull Seliya's hand away.
However, Seliya held his hand tightly and did not let go.
Seliya's closed eyelids opened, revealing the fresh green eyes hidden inside.
Dietrich was not surprised because he knew that Seliya had been awake even before he spoke to her.
“Dietrich.”
"Yes."
"Me...”
Seliya looked up at Dietrich with dreamy eyes.
“I’m going to rest for a bit, so make sure you get home safely.”
Suddenly, Seliya's hand that was holding Dietrich's hand fell.
“Yes, I will come back as soon as possible.”
Dietrich forced her to keep from falling as if he were glued to the floor.
Dietrich came out into the hallway and caught a very subtle odor coming from inside his mansion.
Dietrich followed the trail of smell and opened a door.
Dietrich's eyes stayed on one place as he looked around the spacious room.
In the very center of the room, on a wooden table, was a birdcage.
Worried that her pawpaw might be stressed, Seliya would leave her pawpaw in this spot and talk to him frequently.
However, the inside of the cage where Popo was supposed to be was empty.
Dietrich's eyes sank.
That's because he thought of someone who would do something stupid like this while he was away.
'Arthur Cervantes.'
Thinking that it would be better for Abelon to be destroyed as quickly as possible, Dietrich quickly left the room.
Immediately after, Illeon, who had been unconscious, woke up in prison.
Illeon burst out laughing at the sight he saw as soon as he opened his eyes.
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