An earthquake occurred in Alfonso's pupil.
“What... you said?”
Ariadne pursed her lips and spoke each word clearly.
“Why don’t you touch me?”
Throughout her two lives, there has never been a man who didn't want to touch her.
Not only the men she met but also the men she didn't meet wanted her. And once she started, it was common for her not to be able to stop.
“That doesn’t make sense.”
Both Alfonso of the past and Cesare of the previous life had a really hard time stopping once they started. They were like bears in a honey pot or cats on drugs.
“Why on earth are you doing this all of a sudden?”
Ariadne crossed her legs in frustration. Her upper body tilted to the opposite side, and her voluptuous breasts shook as if they were about to spill out.
Alfonso took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down from the feeling of suffocation, or rather, the feeling of wanting to suffocate.
She looked straight at Alfonso and questioned him, whether he was aware of this condition or not.
“Unless you think I have a deep relationship with Cesare and are not touching me, then there is no reason for you to do this, right?”
Clear green eyes stared straight at Alfonso. They were round, with upturned corners like those of a cat.
Her eyelids blinked, closed, and opened, her dark eyelashes fluttered. Her breathing trembled along with them.
She sat on the chair and leaned her upper body out towards Alfonso.
Alfonso was sitting in the wing chair in the reception room, while Ariadne was sitting on the staff stool next to him, one step below.
Because the chair for the petitioner was far away across the long table.
She was at most two hands' distance away, but when she leaned out, her upper body was almost pressed against his shins.
In that state, she opened her mouth. Her small lips opened and words flowed out.
Alfonso was secretly amazed at how it could look like that and move like that.
“We are adults, and we have confirmed our feelings for each other...”
Alfonso's gaze was from above, looking down on Ariadne.
Pure white skin that is sure to have a white skin, milky skin, or a pudding-like texture.
A thin red pajama set covering the top, and a cream-colored satin dress covering the bottom in the same color as the skin.
The complex was a bright milky white, like skin color, but had an artificial pearly sheen.
Alfonso was overcome with the urge to rip it off and see the pale texture of her original skin.
“It’s not like I haven’t done this and that before...”
He was concentrating with all his might. Her voice sounded distant.
But that one sentence alone was very clear to me. This, that. This, that. I've done it before.
He felt like something was snapped in his head.
Boom!
The stool Ariadne was sitting on rolled down the steps.
Alfonso grabbed her by both wrists and pushed her against the wall just behind the wing chair. He bent down and whispered in Ariadne's ear.
“What did you do with this and that?”
Hot breath hit the back of her neck. His blond locks obscured his vision.
In an instant, nothing was visible. She was not in the official reception room of the Prince's palace, but in the secret, golden palace.
The man's voice was a very low bass note echoing from the cave.
“Who did you do this with?”
He brushed the back of her neck with his head, his high nose brushing past the soft hairs on her neck.
"Ha."
The woman let out a short sigh. But the man did not forgive her easily.
“Who did you do that with?”
She writhed helplessly, her arms raised above her head, easily tied to his left hand.
It wasn't a gesture of wanting to escape from his grasp. It was a gesture of pleading, asking him to come quickly.
“Alfonso.”
Ariadne called his name briefly. She was in no position to speak at length.
Her breathing was shallow and labored. She gasped and sobbed again.
“Alfonso...”
Alfonso squatted down, holding her arms up, his overwhelming size and arm reach making it possible.
He looked up at her from below, pushing her chin up with the tip of his nose.
Ariadne's small face rose without resistance and then fell to the left.
“I hate it when other people look at you and think that.”
It was an overwhelming beauty. Translucent milky skin. A lustrous look that seemed ready to burst.
“You must have done this with someone, and you must have done that with someone else—that kind of thinking.”
The voice was so low that some of the pronunciation was muffled. However, the woman's expression upon hearing the man's words was filled with fear.
To her, this sounded like he couldn't just accept her tainted self. People hear things according to their preconceptions.
Jet-black hair, snow-white skin, and red lips that were more swollen than usual with excitement. The smell of despair that permeated them was thick and distant.
There is such an expression. You can see such an expression too.
Alfonso chewed the skin inside his mouth to brace himself for the magnificent view before his eyes.
Anyone who sees such a creature would exclaim in awe.
Because we want to have it, we envy it. Because we want to have it, we may try to destroy it.
And he had her. He had no bad taste in destroying what was his. Alfonso was a keeper.
“...It would be bad for your reputation if women imagined that.”
Alfonso raised his voice and growled without realizing it.
“If any man imagines something like that, I’ll blow his head off.”
As Alfonso's attitude grew fierce, Ariadne instinctively became tense.
When Alfonso saw that she was frightened, he finally let go of her arms. But that didn't mean he let her go.
“I can actually catch the guy who thinks that and cut his throat.”
His voice was extremely calm as he said these words.
But he still held Ariadne's two wrists in each hand and pushed her against the wall.
He was just careful to lower her wrists to her shoulders instead of above her head so that her arms wouldn't hurt.
“If he is my subordinate, he can be easily charged with violating military discipline. If he is a citizen of San Carlo or rather an Etruscan, he can be charged with insulting the royal family. If he is so guilty that I wish to destroy his entire family, he can be charged with violating military secrets.”
His expression was as calm as his voice, but Ariadne thought that madness flowed from his peaceful face.
Madness to Alfonso. It was a combination of two words that never went together.
But that was the most appropriate description of the situation unfolding before her eyes.
Alfonso pressed Ariadne against the wall, their upper bodies pressed against each other but without any skin touching, and whispered in her ear.
“That can’t be true. They’re all my people.”
Ariadne writhed senselessly in the hot moisture of Alfonso's breath.
“Alfonso...”
The way she called his name was more than a plea, it was a beg. Please, stop the pleading and get out of here.
But the man had no intention of listening to the woman's request. Alfonso continued calmly.
“It is not the behavior of a proper lord to throw a piece of meat in front of people to make them imagine evil, and then blow their heads off because they drool.”
It was a kind tone, quite a contrast to the posture in which he had pushed Ariadne against the wall.
“That’s why I set an example. So that no one dares even imagine such a thing. So that your name is not tarnished.”
Alfonso gently stroked Ariadne's face from her cheek to the nape of her neck.
The bridge of his nose and his coriander hair tickled her fine fur.
“What... you said?”
Ariadne pursed her lips and spoke each word clearly.
“Why don’t you touch me?”
Throughout her two lives, there has never been a man who didn't want to touch her.
Not only the men she met but also the men she didn't meet wanted her. And once she started, it was common for her not to be able to stop.
“That doesn’t make sense.”
Both Alfonso of the past and Cesare of the previous life had a really hard time stopping once they started. They were like bears in a honey pot or cats on drugs.
“Why on earth are you doing this all of a sudden?”
Ariadne crossed her legs in frustration. Her upper body tilted to the opposite side, and her voluptuous breasts shook as if they were about to spill out.
Alfonso took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down from the feeling of suffocation, or rather, the feeling of wanting to suffocate.
She looked straight at Alfonso and questioned him, whether he was aware of this condition or not.
“Unless you think I have a deep relationship with Cesare and are not touching me, then there is no reason for you to do this, right?”
Clear green eyes stared straight at Alfonso. They were round, with upturned corners like those of a cat.
Her eyelids blinked, closed, and opened, her dark eyelashes fluttered. Her breathing trembled along with them.
She sat on the chair and leaned her upper body out towards Alfonso.
Alfonso was sitting in the wing chair in the reception room, while Ariadne was sitting on the staff stool next to him, one step below.
Because the chair for the petitioner was far away across the long table.
She was at most two hands' distance away, but when she leaned out, her upper body was almost pressed against his shins.
In that state, she opened her mouth. Her small lips opened and words flowed out.
Alfonso was secretly amazed at how it could look like that and move like that.
“We are adults, and we have confirmed our feelings for each other...”
Alfonso's gaze was from above, looking down on Ariadne.
Pure white skin that is sure to have a white skin, milky skin, or a pudding-like texture.
A thin red pajama set covering the top, and a cream-colored satin dress covering the bottom in the same color as the skin.
The complex was a bright milky white, like skin color, but had an artificial pearly sheen.
Alfonso was overcome with the urge to rip it off and see the pale texture of her original skin.
“It’s not like I haven’t done this and that before...”
He was concentrating with all his might. Her voice sounded distant.
But that one sentence alone was very clear to me. This, that. This, that. I've done it before.
He felt like something was snapped in his head.
Boom!
The stool Ariadne was sitting on rolled down the steps.
Alfonso grabbed her by both wrists and pushed her against the wall just behind the wing chair. He bent down and whispered in Ariadne's ear.
“What did you do with this and that?”
Hot breath hit the back of her neck. His blond locks obscured his vision.
In an instant, nothing was visible. She was not in the official reception room of the Prince's palace, but in the secret, golden palace.
The man's voice was a very low bass note echoing from the cave.
“Who did you do this with?”
He brushed the back of her neck with his head, his high nose brushing past the soft hairs on her neck.
"Ha."
The woman let out a short sigh. But the man did not forgive her easily.
“Who did you do that with?”
She writhed helplessly, her arms raised above her head, easily tied to his left hand.
It wasn't a gesture of wanting to escape from his grasp. It was a gesture of pleading, asking him to come quickly.
“Alfonso.”
Ariadne called his name briefly. She was in no position to speak at length.
Her breathing was shallow and labored. She gasped and sobbed again.
“Alfonso...”
Alfonso squatted down, holding her arms up, his overwhelming size and arm reach making it possible.
He looked up at her from below, pushing her chin up with the tip of his nose.
Ariadne's small face rose without resistance and then fell to the left.
“I hate it when other people look at you and think that.”
It was an overwhelming beauty. Translucent milky skin. A lustrous look that seemed ready to burst.
“You must have done this with someone, and you must have done that with someone else—that kind of thinking.”
The voice was so low that some of the pronunciation was muffled. However, the woman's expression upon hearing the man's words was filled with fear.
To her, this sounded like he couldn't just accept her tainted self. People hear things according to their preconceptions.
Jet-black hair, snow-white skin, and red lips that were more swollen than usual with excitement. The smell of despair that permeated them was thick and distant.
There is such an expression. You can see such an expression too.
Alfonso chewed the skin inside his mouth to brace himself for the magnificent view before his eyes.
Anyone who sees such a creature would exclaim in awe.
Because we want to have it, we envy it. Because we want to have it, we may try to destroy it.
And he had her. He had no bad taste in destroying what was his. Alfonso was a keeper.
“...It would be bad for your reputation if women imagined that.”
Alfonso raised his voice and growled without realizing it.
“If any man imagines something like that, I’ll blow his head off.”
As Alfonso's attitude grew fierce, Ariadne instinctively became tense.
When Alfonso saw that she was frightened, he finally let go of her arms. But that didn't mean he let her go.
“I can actually catch the guy who thinks that and cut his throat.”
His voice was extremely calm as he said these words.
But he still held Ariadne's two wrists in each hand and pushed her against the wall.
He was just careful to lower her wrists to her shoulders instead of above her head so that her arms wouldn't hurt.
“If he is my subordinate, he can be easily charged with violating military discipline. If he is a citizen of San Carlo or rather an Etruscan, he can be charged with insulting the royal family. If he is so guilty that I wish to destroy his entire family, he can be charged with violating military secrets.”
His expression was as calm as his voice, but Ariadne thought that madness flowed from his peaceful face.
Madness to Alfonso. It was a combination of two words that never went together.
But that was the most appropriate description of the situation unfolding before her eyes.
Alfonso pressed Ariadne against the wall, their upper bodies pressed against each other but without any skin touching, and whispered in her ear.
“That can’t be true. They’re all my people.”
Ariadne writhed senselessly in the hot moisture of Alfonso's breath.
“Alfonso...”
The way she called his name was more than a plea, it was a beg. Please, stop the pleading and get out of here.
But the man had no intention of listening to the woman's request. Alfonso continued calmly.
“It is not the behavior of a proper lord to throw a piece of meat in front of people to make them imagine evil, and then blow their heads off because they drool.”
It was a kind tone, quite a contrast to the posture in which he had pushed Ariadne against the wall.
“That’s why I set an example. So that no one dares even imagine such a thing. So that your name is not tarnished.”
Alfonso gently stroked Ariadne's face from her cheek to the nape of her neck.
The bridge of his nose and his coriander hair tickled her fine fur.
“You have no idea how much superhuman patience I have.”
It was a gentle voice, in contrast to the dull ache that he felt from his thighs to his lower abdomen.
***
The day he was slapped by Ariadne in the 'Room of the Stars', Alfonso had a great awakening.
The more you love someone, the more you have to cherish them. His feelings and his actions may not be good for others.
From a young age, he was the Golden Prince, the most prestigious fiancé of the Central Continent.
Many girls couldn't get his attention, but no girl hated receiving his gaze.
His first meeting with Ariadne, his only love, also happened naturally, as if flowing water, from Alfonso's perspective.
So maybe he was mistaken. He thought that his interest, his favor, was a favor, or rather a favor, under any circumstances.
But that might not be the case. As he had heard from his late mother, the application takes time.
The words he had heard the day he was slapped by Ariadne finally stabbed him in the heart like a knife.
“You hate that woman so much, and you want to make me the same as Rubina?”
Ariadne had cried out in despair.
“Rubina is the government, so she can’t even walk around with her head held high in front of you! Princess Bianca doesn’t even want to associate with Rubina because she’s the government!”
And just one line that touched his heart.
“Have you ever loved me?”
The painful realization that his short thoughts, his petty actions that showed no respect for her without any real meaning, had made her doubt even his love.
Alfonso made up his mind that day.
He vowed not to touch her until he had broken off his engagement with Lariesa and placed the crown of the Princess on Ariadne's head.
He was proud of himself for having endured very well overall, although his resolutions were not always kept.
She was so beautiful that it defied human patience, and there were days when he was just emotionally drained.
He didn't have to go far. Even this morning in the carriage, he thought he was going crazy.
When she twisted her upper body to the side to draw his gaze, he knew clearly that she was doing it on purpose.
But knowing something and being able to deny it were two different things. He couldn't stop his gaze from following her movements without any defense.
“Why do I have to put up with this?”
Even the voice was captivating. The moment he heard that voice, he felt a sharp, heavy pain.
Alfonso had been exerting himself since a while ago, but it was at that moment that he crossed the threshold and began to perceive it as pain.
Alfonso thought he let out a low moan, but thankfully Ariadne did not seem to hear him.
He almost did it. If she had provoked him just a little more, he would have thrown away all consideration and done it in the carriage.
Fortunately, one word from her stopped him.
“You never used to be patient.”
If he hadn't come to his senses after hearing those words, like he was being doused with cold water, he really would have just gone all the way.
Alfonso's vision inside the reception room is now blurry. All he can perceive is the sharp contrast between the red curtains hanging on the walls of the reception room and Ariadne's pure white skin.
His sense of smell also helped to distract him. Ariadne smelled of myrrh and citrus.
And together, the two things brought forth a sweet smell that was impossible to explain. It was like jasmine, like musk, and it was the perfect scent to captivate him.
Intoxicated by her scent, he tried to regain his self-control by recalling what she had said that morning.
“You never used to be patient.”
In order not to rush in, to remain a member of civilized society, he constantly recalled that voice, that tone of speech, the grain of the wood inside the carriage, and the cold air that had hit him.
In the process, he momentarily forgot that he was still holding Ariadne's arms and pinning her against the wall.
The fact that their upper bodies were in close contact and that his heartbeat and hers were beating together.
It was only after hearing the following words that he realized his current position.
His heart was beating very loudly, but the woman's heartbeat was steady and regular.
“I can’t just kill His Majesty Leo III.”
Alfonso's expression became mysterious.
“Why is my father’s story mentioned here?”
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