10. I was lusting.
“Yeah, that’s when I realized.”
The twenty-three-year-old Asherad spoke as he stroked the tip of his chest. Her innocent appearance had disappeared, and the sight of the voluptuous woman spreading her legs in front of him was too alluring.
Daphne's lips parted as he teased the tip of her breast with his fingers.
The one that had already been teased by his tongue was stiff with excitement. He flicked it with his hand a few times because he loved it, and then looked at Daphne, who was trapped in his two arms, and said.
“I’m telling you, I’m lusting after you.”
Blue eyes that seem to hold water. Blonde hair that becomes more vivid as she ages. Red lips that look like red fruit.
Yeah, it was like that back then, too.
At that time, Asherad saw Daphne and lusted after her. He felt such lust that he couldn't hold it in. So...
As if trying to release the emotions he had felt back then, his hand moved down without hesitation. He stimulated the wet area with his hand, as if he was expecting it to contain his things.
"Ugh!"
Daphne twisted her waist. Her lips were pitiful and disgusting as she tried to suppress the sound that was about to escape. He pushed his thumb between her teeth. Her slimy mouth swallowed his thumb, and the sound leaked out through her teeth.
“You have to make a sound.”
Asherad smiled broadly and looked at his thumb bitten in Daphne's mouth. When she looked at him with a tearful expression while holding it in her mouth, he couldn't bear it any longer.
"Ah!"
He opened her wet legs and went in at once. Although she was already ready to accept it, Daphne opened her mouth and made a sound like a gasp every time he thrust into her.
Every time that happened, he felt like he was going crazy.
“Ah, ah! Ah!”
A sweet sound escaped from the mouth, which was stuffed full of thumbs, as he couldn't even close it. It was a brutally intense movement from the beginning.
As if he wanted to make her feel what he had felt back then, he rolled around in the forest of pleasure with his woman, struggling in pleasure. Yes, that was the feeling the novice had felt. Nineteen-year-old Asherad... felt lust for the woman named Daphne for the first time.
To a woman he thought was worse than a dog.
Again, four years ago.
Asherad, who was nineteen and left in the room, was dumbfounded. He was looking at his pants, which were swollen with blood. She, who had greeted him and left without even knowing what the thing that boasted its presence was, clearly did not know this.
But the problem was that Asherad knew this.
"Why?"
It wasn't even funny. It was a comedy. You just wanted to do this to that woman, with that woman? This?
He liked things neat and tidy, so he wouldn't even have sex with someone who wasn't going to support him.
But the moment a dirty, filthy, even lowly woman touched him, the space between his legs reacted as if a button had been pressed, and his breathing began to rumble.
That woman's mother is a witch, so is she doing the things of a witch?
No. Asherad wasn't stupid enough to blame others.
It was just that he got excited when that woman's hand touched him. It was strange from the moment that hand touched his thigh. It was strange from the moment that the bare skin of her hand touched his back.
Asherad regretted it for the first time.
At the same time, he felt angry.
The Prince of Pindus felt the same way as the youngling, yet he understood why he felt it.
The dog placed at Asherad's feet was becoming more and more attractive.
The innocent blue eyes looking up from beneath him were clear. The teeth visible between the slightly parted lips under the high nose were very neat.
Her golden hair, loose and flowing, was radiant.
He wanted to explore those defenseless lips, trample on them, and feel pleasure. He wanted to devour all the tears in those big eyes and make them cry again.
This is crazy. This is crazy. Am I a dog if I feel pleasure from dogs?
Yeah, that might be true.
He thought of Daphne's hair. He thought of her lips that had smiled brightly as soon as he cleared up the misunderstanding.
So what if you're a dog?
If anyone ever approaches his beautiful dog again, he will kill them himself. And if that beautiful dog ever turns its back and runs away from him, if it avoids him, he will never let it escape again.
It was a very simple task.
Daphne smiled brightly. Asherad cares for her. His Highness the Crown Prince treasures me! Daphne was lost in happy thoughts for several days.
No matter how difficult palace life was, it was enough for her to have Asherad by her side and cherish her.
The man was so upright and handsome that just thinking about him made her heart flutter.
“You. Come here.”
Daphne turned around at someone's call. When she turned around, she flinched.
Olga, one of Asherad's personal maids. A fallen Baroness, she was said to have been quite friendly with Asherad's dead nanny.
Olga.
Daphne shivered in fear. There was only one thing this woman did...
“Catch her!”
Daphne was startled and struggled, but the maids of the Crown Princess' palace caught her.
“Wh, what! Gyaa!”
Daphne was startled and struggled, but her mouth was shut. She was dragged roughly by the maids' arms and thrown into a dark room.
“What is this!”
“Take it off.”
“Whoa-!”
The maids seized Daphne by both arms and rushed to strip her of her clothes. Daphne struggled and screamed, but a rag was shoved into her mouth, and her noises soon became the squealing of an animal.
Naked and in a humiliating position, she shut her eyes tightly the moment she saw Olga's dazzling eyes looking down between her legs.
It was as if she were evaluating an animal about to be slaughtered. Olga examined Daphne's smooth flesh, examining it for any traces of the man's hand.
“Put it on!”
Clothes flew at Daphne, who was shivering in shame. Daphne was so angry that she couldn't even express her anger, and instead grabbed the clothes to cover her body.
Olga said with a sigh.
“There’s no way His Highness would lay a hand on someone like you.”
Daphne gritted her teeth.
“You could have asked me... if you'd asked me, if you'd asked me!”
“Yeah, that’s when I realized.”
The twenty-three-year-old Asherad spoke as he stroked the tip of his chest. Her innocent appearance had disappeared, and the sight of the voluptuous woman spreading her legs in front of him was too alluring.
Daphne's lips parted as he teased the tip of her breast with his fingers.
The one that had already been teased by his tongue was stiff with excitement. He flicked it with his hand a few times because he loved it, and then looked at Daphne, who was trapped in his two arms, and said.
“I’m telling you, I’m lusting after you.”
Blue eyes that seem to hold water. Blonde hair that becomes more vivid as she ages. Red lips that look like red fruit.
Yeah, it was like that back then, too.
At that time, Asherad saw Daphne and lusted after her. He felt such lust that he couldn't hold it in. So...
As if trying to release the emotions he had felt back then, his hand moved down without hesitation. He stimulated the wet area with his hand, as if he was expecting it to contain his things.
"Ugh!"
Daphne twisted her waist. Her lips were pitiful and disgusting as she tried to suppress the sound that was about to escape. He pushed his thumb between her teeth. Her slimy mouth swallowed his thumb, and the sound leaked out through her teeth.
“You have to make a sound.”
Asherad smiled broadly and looked at his thumb bitten in Daphne's mouth. When she looked at him with a tearful expression while holding it in her mouth, he couldn't bear it any longer.
"Ah!"
He opened her wet legs and went in at once. Although she was already ready to accept it, Daphne opened her mouth and made a sound like a gasp every time he thrust into her.
Every time that happened, he felt like he was going crazy.
“Ah, ah! Ah!”
A sweet sound escaped from the mouth, which was stuffed full of thumbs, as he couldn't even close it. It was a brutally intense movement from the beginning.
As if he wanted to make her feel what he had felt back then, he rolled around in the forest of pleasure with his woman, struggling in pleasure. Yes, that was the feeling the novice had felt. Nineteen-year-old Asherad... felt lust for the woman named Daphne for the first time.
To a woman he thought was worse than a dog.
***
Again, four years ago.
Asherad, who was nineteen and left in the room, was dumbfounded. He was looking at his pants, which were swollen with blood. She, who had greeted him and left without even knowing what the thing that boasted its presence was, clearly did not know this.
But the problem was that Asherad knew this.
"Why?"
It wasn't even funny. It was a comedy. You just wanted to do this to that woman, with that woman? This?
He liked things neat and tidy, so he wouldn't even have sex with someone who wasn't going to support him.
But the moment a dirty, filthy, even lowly woman touched him, the space between his legs reacted as if a button had been pressed, and his breathing began to rumble.
That woman's mother is a witch, so is she doing the things of a witch?
No. Asherad wasn't stupid enough to blame others.
It was just that he got excited when that woman's hand touched him. It was strange from the moment that hand touched his thigh. It was strange from the moment that the bare skin of her hand touched his back.
Asherad regretted it for the first time.
At the same time, he felt angry.
The Prince of Pindus felt the same way as the youngling, yet he understood why he felt it.
The dog placed at Asherad's feet was becoming more and more attractive.
The innocent blue eyes looking up from beneath him were clear. The teeth visible between the slightly parted lips under the high nose were very neat.
Her golden hair, loose and flowing, was radiant.
He wanted to explore those defenseless lips, trample on them, and feel pleasure. He wanted to devour all the tears in those big eyes and make them cry again.
This is crazy. This is crazy. Am I a dog if I feel pleasure from dogs?
Yeah, that might be true.
He thought of Daphne's hair. He thought of her lips that had smiled brightly as soon as he cleared up the misunderstanding.
So what if you're a dog?
If anyone ever approaches his beautiful dog again, he will kill them himself. And if that beautiful dog ever turns its back and runs away from him, if it avoids him, he will never let it escape again.
It was a very simple task.
***
Daphne smiled brightly. Asherad cares for her. His Highness the Crown Prince treasures me! Daphne was lost in happy thoughts for several days.
No matter how difficult palace life was, it was enough for her to have Asherad by her side and cherish her.
The man was so upright and handsome that just thinking about him made her heart flutter.
“You. Come here.”
Daphne turned around at someone's call. When she turned around, she flinched.
Olga, one of Asherad's personal maids. A fallen Baroness, she was said to have been quite friendly with Asherad's dead nanny.
Olga.
Daphne shivered in fear. There was only one thing this woman did...
“Catch her!”
Daphne was startled and struggled, but the maids of the Crown Princess' palace caught her.
“Wh, what! Gyaa!”
Daphne was startled and struggled, but her mouth was shut. She was dragged roughly by the maids' arms and thrown into a dark room.
“What is this!”
“Take it off.”
“Whoa-!”
The maids seized Daphne by both arms and rushed to strip her of her clothes. Daphne struggled and screamed, but a rag was shoved into her mouth, and her noises soon became the squealing of an animal.
Naked and in a humiliating position, she shut her eyes tightly the moment she saw Olga's dazzling eyes looking down between her legs.
It was as if she were evaluating an animal about to be slaughtered. Olga examined Daphne's smooth flesh, examining it for any traces of the man's hand.
“Put it on!”
Clothes flew at Daphne, who was shivering in shame. Daphne was so angry that she couldn't even express her anger, and instead grabbed the clothes to cover her body.
Olga said with a sigh.
“There’s no way His Highness would lay a hand on someone like you.”
Daphne gritted her teeth.
“You could have asked me... if you'd asked me, if you'd asked me!”
With a “clap” sound, stars appeared in her eyes.
“I have never found anyone who has ever told the truth among those I have asked!”
Olga's main purpose was to watch over and expel women who approached the Tsarevich. However, Daphne, who was ignorant of rumors, did not expect such an insulting method.
“Don’t harbor ill feelings toward His Highness the Crown Prince. Especially not a daughter of a wicked woman like you!”
It was more of a warning with a hint of contempt than advice. It was as if she were not worthy of being called that. Daphne knew that, too.
“People from other countries will soon arrive.”
“...”
“I’m talking about the candidate for the Crown Princess.”
Daphne shut her mouth at that. Olga smiled bitterly at that. As if she knew what you were thinking.
“If you mingle with His Highness, I will kill you.”
Tears fell from Daphne's eyes.
***
Daphne was crying alone. No matter how much she opened her clothes, the shame of being forced to show her naked body to so many people did not go away.
Even if they told her not to approach him, she would have understood because she was truly lowly.
Daphne wiped away her tears.
“What is that sound coming from here...”
Daphne got up from her seat after crying in the corner. She was caught by a knight on patrol. She bit her lip and looked at him.
Tears fell again. The red-haired knight was looking at her with a puzzled expression.
He looked at her disheveled clothes.
“Hey, miss.”
“...”
“Miss. What kind of trouble are you in...”
Daphne shook her head desperately at the kind knight's words.
The rabbit-like eyes filled with tears turned to the knight. The knight looked at the girl's face, trembling with shame, as if he were possessed.
Daphne bit her lip. She thought there would be no one. Why did the knight have to come and make a fuss? Daphne got up and ran away.
“Fabian! I feel something!”
Fabian turned around at the sound of the voice.
“Owen, is that person over there a maid?”
“Ah... that woman. She’s that witch’s daughter.”
“That witch’s daughter?”
“Why, His Majesty’s concubine?”
“Aha... So that girl is the one who lied and said she was the Emperor’s daughter?”
Owen nodded and said.
“Be careful. Both His Majesty the Emperor and His Highness the Crown Prince hate that woman so much that they tremble with fear.”
“...How pitiful.”
Fabian muttered softly. Owen saw that and said.
“Fabian, don’t think of anything strange.”
"Yes?"
“You must not put pressure on Count Rocania, who pushed you here.”
Fabian said, the corners of his lips turning up at Owen's attention.
“Yes, you must be completely loyal.”
Fabian chuckled, his eyes never leaving the hallway she had run out of.
“But she’s pretty.”
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