“Shh, shut up.”
Else, who held the shoes to her chest as if they were her heart, pouted her pursed lips. Else was someone who would scratch and hit anyone if she turned her eyes away. But it was better than when she was young. When she was young, she habitually raised her hand and scratched him. She would cry loudly and make him look back at her even though he didn’t look back, and she would whine and make a fuss in hopes of receiving fake affection.
There was no way that it would get better with age. Count Roate thought that as long as Else kept breathing, he would be okay with her growing up into a woman. On the contrary, what he was worried about was Else’s menstruation. If the fetus could not function, Else had no reason to live. This remote village, which was embarrassing to call a territory, was called a territory, and he had his daughter...
He looked at the woman who was cowering, holding back her teeth from gritting. He had been on edge since he heard that Else's fiancé would arrive four days later. It was annoying that it had ruined the mood like this when it was not long before he was supposed to return to Siena.
The day of his return to the throne was not far off. He was already a King, for the seal was already in his hands. In fact, he had never for a moment considered himself a deposed King. It was not only because the illegitimate children of his predecessors could not overpower the eldest son born of a legitimate marriage. If the death of a political giant like the Duke of Touro could weed out the unsavory group, then that would not be a bad thing either.
However, he had no idea that the exile he had enjoyed for fun would last this long, and the fact that he could not deny that the woman in front of him was behind it all made him feel miserable.
“Does your fiancé know that you’ve been hanging on to this punk and crying every night?”
Tears fell from her eyes which had been swollen shut. Her parted lips closed completely. Sybil wanted to suck those lips. He wanted to swallow them all at once and chew them until they were crushed. From the tips of her fingers to the tips of her toes. Ever since this girl rode him like a stallion. He wanted to chew and suck everything.
“Hey, you said it was noisy?”
Else lifted one hand that had been holding the shoes. Sybil didn’t look at it and grabbed the wrist. The shoes that had been held against her chest fell to the floor. His cold blue-gray eyes stood out coldly.
“The young lady, who will be putting a man in this bed anyway, asked what it would matter to her what woman I was with.”
Else couldn't say anything. She wanted to say that she would set him free after she got married. That is, at this time. She tried to ask for his understanding. Of course, she knew that he might reject her, and in fact, it was very likely. If Ian had a choice, he would abandon Else.
But if he could just endure for two months... There was no such thing as affection, but if Ian could endure Else for the sake of the affection he had shown her, she would let him go as a free person. She believed that if she gave him freedom along with a generous reward, he would treat her a little more kindly.
“I, I...”
Else, flushed red licked her lips. Her lips, like wet buds, were fresh. Sibyl’s gaze landed on those wet buds. The soft, white... sweet flesh came to mind. His lower body was immersed in a heavy sensation. His face crumpled fiercely at the dull feeling. He couldn’t say a word properly and grabbed the trembling woman’s shoulder.
The wrist fell limply and Else's small body was pulled. Sometimes he couldn't tell if this woman was funny or he was funny. But when he thought about it, he had to admit that he was wasting his time and emotions on this woman in this secluded neighborhood when he had something clear to get back.
Whatever her intentions... Else was the King’s woman and the woman he was to have exclusively. By whatever name he was, Else was the woman who was to be in his bed and knew no other man. All the King’s women were like that. Women who knew no other man than the King.
Else was like that too. In fact, Else didn't know any other man. She only knew Sybil and wanted Sybil. As the King's women do. She clung to him. She nagged and whined until she got what she wanted. So even at the age of nine, when she was riding him like a stallion, Else was still the King's woman.
‘So you’re getting married...’
It's ridiculous. He couldn't help but be angry at the fact that she was trying to marry a worthless person who didn't even receive a noble title. Viscount Roate couldn't help but be ridiculous at the fact that he was trying to sell the King's woman to a low-level noble and continue these low-class things.
He glared at the woman who dared to want him and marry another man. Knock knock knock, do this, do that. Else was anxious even when he went out of the bedroom. Else would throw a fit if he talked to a woman other than herself.
She was so good at acting like that. He couldn't stand the fact that she was talking about marriage even after acting like this.
“It doesn’t matter to you, young lady, whether I’m sleeping around with other women or not. Isn’t it?”
Else, who had been frozen with a pale face, turned red and blue. The reason he was with Liena outside the balcony was to provoke Else. Even though he knew what would happen if he provoked her, Sibyl often provoked her.
Even though he knew that Else was so angry that she was about to have a fever, he wanted to see that sharp reaction. He thought that was the only way he would feel better. If he didn't do that, he didn't know what would happen.
"Miss."
It was when he called her briefly. With a “slap” sound, his left cheek turned to the right. Else, who had become as cold as ice, was shedding tears. It was a cruel touch. The scratches left by her nails stung. Sibyl turned hia head and smiled obliquely.
“I think I’ll try to have sex with the young lady while she’s crying under the groom.”
"This person..."
A white hand scratched his eye. She held his head, which was large, with her nails raised, and she twitched and twitched. He swallowed her wet lips as he held the woman who was struggling recklessly. He hugged her waist and lifted the hem of her dress. Because of the difference in their sizes, Else sometimes seemed to him like a wax doll rather than a person.
He stroked her thighs deeply and then grabbed her slender waist tightly. The skin between his fingers was surprisingly smooth. Else, who had been hitting his chest with her fists rounded, let out a wet sound and twisted her waist.
"Ah..."
It was a vulgar sound. The nasal sound that rang in his ears was sweet. Instead of letting go of the hem of the dress he had rolled up, he grabbed her chest that he had gathered up. Else scratched the back of his hand and sniffled. Hot breath and tears flowed into her overlapping lips.
“Are you going to hang on to Milium with this kind of face?”
He asked, pulling away from her lips. Her saliva-soaked lips glistened even in the darkness. Else, with her eyes and nose reddened, glared at him. Today, her eyes were particularly sharp and irritating. The thought of looking at that clumsy man with these eyes made his blood run cold.
“From the first night of your marriage, the bride was a woman who had been worn out by a thousand things...”
“Can you wait just a moment?”
The tears that had gathered in her swollen eyes flowed down her round cheeks. She looked like a young girl, her lips moving gropingly while holding her hands together. The summer of 532 when they first met. It was as if she hadn’t grown an inch since that summer. However, Else knew the man. She had completely ripened in his hands and become a sweet fruit. But give this to him?
“Anyway, there isn’t much left anyway.”
A blunt, truncated chunk of words came out, stuttering. Sibyl looked at Else’s long eyelashes. Else lowered her head, perhaps feeling burdened by the long gaze.
“There really isn’t much time left so I...”
“What is left?”
She didn't raise her head. Sibyl lifted her chin. Else, who was repeatedly rubbing her moist eyelids, tried not to distort her lips and held back a gasp. It was hard to open her eyes. Sibyl's lips touched her moist eyes. A short, soft kiss was poured onto her eyelids.
This is why she clung to him even though she was hurt in the same way every time. This is also why she couldn't escape. Else was weak to his affection. This was also why she was helpless every time. This is also why she ran to him and whined every time she got scratched...
“You mean, there’s not much time left until the young lady’s wedding? Until then, please take care of the night properly?”
Her lips, which had been bitten with a forcible bite to prevent tears from spilling out again, trembled. She finally burst into tears. She looked down and tried to strengthen her trembling legs. However, after losing all her strength in a day, she couldn’t stop her knees from collapsing.
Sibyl, who held Else in his arms as she collapsed limply before her knees touched the floor, looked at her intently. His eyes met with those of Else, who was sobbing. She tried to dig into him while sobbing. Sibyl roughly pushed her away and looked down at her blankly.
“Ian...”
“What do you want from me?”
“Hug me.”
A small, white hand touched his shoulder. She was wheezing and breathing, but she only wanted one thing. Sibyl straightened her frowning eyebrows and cupped her cheek. Else hesitated and finally moved her lips.
"Here."
Else, who had lifted the hem of her dress, glared fiercely at Sybil. He threw her onto the bed as if he was throwing her, and then lowered his pants. In an instant, she felt hot and flushed. Else looked at him with blank eyes. His face, parched with lust, was fierce. Else’s eyes trembled faintly. She swallowed dry saliva and stared down at him.
If she licked him from every nook and cranny and drank what he dripped until he was out of breath, she might get pregnant through her throat. The bloody things she swallowed would probably germinate in her womb. It was a stupid idea. No one got pregnant that way.
“Ask.”
Else, startled, looked up at him with frightened eyes.
“You’re doing well.”
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