2. Penetrating warmth
She felt like her flesh was ripening from the warmth of the body that was attached to her.
Even though she wrapped her arms around Asherad's neck as if to soothe him, his touch only became rougher.
Askerad put his hand inside Daphne’s clothes and stroked her cold skin. His fingers felt hot as if they were on fire. After seeing Daphne’s face, Asherad quickly grabbed the thin clothes in his hand and put his hand down.
There was a thud, and the button was ripped off. Thin clothes could not stop him. In an instant, Asherad had made Daphne naked.
His gaze languidly scanned her body. His eyes were filled with lust. It took her breath away. Daphne closed her eyes tightly to avoid his sullen gaze.
“Open your eyes.”
Daphne did as she was told. Her blue eyes turned dryly toward the man.
The toys of the palace. The bath bowl.
That was the role given to Daphne by the deceased Emperor. So Daphne faithfully fulfilled that role.
She lived like that, not even knowing that she was being deceived. And then at some point, Asherad revealed his madness.
Madness. That's the only way she could describe it.
She thought this crazy man was tired of hr and would abandon her, but he didn't get tired of her and followed her. She doesn't know how he saw her and followed her. She was just tired of his obsession.
“Are you that angry because the maid made you do too much work?”
“...”
“Don’t worry. I already killed her by cutting her throat.”
Since when did you start being so self-centered? Daphne sneered inwardly.
Asherad's hand lazily stroked her blonde hair, lovingly, even though her body was already seething with lust.
So, she keeps making mistakes. He doesn't just show his desire, but he always strokes her head affectionately. But before he can settle down tiredly under those touches...
“Ugh!”
She bit her lip hard. The fingers digging between her legs and the lips exploring her body were constantly teasing her.
He still knew Daphne's body well. Her pale face flushed as he bit into something soft and plump like dough.
He pestered her persistently, until the breath that escaped through her teeth, which he had stubbornly blocked with his hand, became a bittersweet sound that turned into a scream of pain.
He watched Daphne, who was trying to catch her breath with her face flushed red, and slowly spread the space between her legs even wider. He could feel his desire in her private parts that he could no longer hold back.
“Ugh!”
She bit her lip. Her body wasn't ready to accept him yet, but he dug in right away.
Was he angry, too? She buried her head in the bed in frustration. Her teeth clenched together on their own.
“Ah, ugh!”
His movements as he dug deep into her body were unrelenting. The sloshing sound, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, echoed dully throughout the room.
Hot breath and low breath escaped him. Despite his cold face, his low, hushed voice was filled with lust.
“Daphne... Daphne.”
“...”
“My dear Daphne.”
He called her name with sweet words, but Daphne did not look at him.
Then a large hand turned her face. She opened her eyes and looked at Asherad. Still seductive and cold. The only signs of excitement were his heavy breathing and his hoarse voice.
He looked at the woman he was holding as if she were a stranger and said in a sweet voice that he loved her.
Who would believe that confession of love? Who. I used to hope it was true, but not anymore.
She was still being toyed with. Daphne turned her head slightly.
His eyes, which had been looking at her blue eyes, narrowed. It was an expression that said he didn't like something.
“Ah, ah!”
Instead, he moved his body roughly and indulged her. His clenched teeth opened by themselves, and a sharp voice came out.
His hand was stimulating exactly where Daphne felt. She twisted her waist and screamed. He kept thrusting.
Daphne's eyes were unfocused. She could hear the birds chirping in the morning.
Asherad held her without mercy. In the end, she had no choice but to be held in his arms and cooked as he wished.
All the strength left her body. The desire to run away from him had long since evaporated.
“Are you awake?”
At the soft voice, she nodded weakly. He gently stroked her flowing hair and kissed her face, which had her eyes closed as if giving up, as if he loved it.
“I imagined you at twenty-one.”
“...”
“It’s prettier than I thought. I like it.”
After a while, he picked up her limp body and went to the bathroom to start washing Daphne's body.
Warm water heated by magic was poured over her. The moment the hand covered in lightly scented soap bubbles touched her, she came to her senses.
The smooth soap bubbles covered her body. It felt like she was wearing clothes. As she stared at the bubbles, Asherad's hand brushed Daphne’s body.
"Ah!"
His hand touched the tip of her aching chest. She had been tormented all night, so even just touching it made her feel tingly and ticklish. She bit her lip in frustration, feeling like she was the one who felt his touch again.
"It hurts?"
“...”
“I think it hurts.”
At the affectionate voice, she opened her tightly shut eyes. Still, Asherad was delicate. His hand stroked the tip of her warm flesh.
“You must have been in a lot of pain.”
“...”
“Because I bit you, huh?”
She thought he was going to lather up, but his hands were becoming a little more explicit.
His long fingers caressed the sore spot. He looked at Daphne with tearful eyes, and a smile returned. This man was enjoying being in pain because of him.
The cheap rose scent unique to the soap made her nose dizzy. Asherad was leisurely kneading her flesh as if kneading dough without doing anything.
As he slowly stroked the teeth mark engraved on his chest as if he was loving it, a slight dull pain came over him.
The other hand stroked her wingtips. That was also where his teeth had sunk. Ears, shoulders, neck. Asherad rubbed them, looking at the red marks.
It hurt a little when he pressed it. When she frowned, his thumb gently stroked the area. The hand that was touching it was full of blatant lust.
But on the other hand, his face was terribly calm. His face was so elegant, as if he were playing an instrument, that her body tingled at the gap.
Long fingers rubbed the spot she felt again.
Daphne was speechless. Her body, filled with familiar pleasure rather than pain, completely betrayed her reason.
His long fingers smoothed down her slender waist. His rough, veiny hands slid between her legs.
“Ah... Ugh.”
“How are you going to wash when you’re so close to me?”
“I’ll wash, please.”
Finally, Daphne couldn't hold it in any longer. He bent down and looked at her face.
Dark green eyes that seemed to suck her in entered her field of vision. Asherad's eyes, darkly shadowed, did not seem to contain any emotions.
"Daphne."
“...”
As she lowered her head, looking at his face, soap bubbles were applied to the delicate flesh inside her thighs. Her body flinched when his fingers touched the most sensitive part. Hold on, don't show any more shame.
Daphne tried hard to think that way, but Asherad's touch stimulated her again.
“Ah, uh... huh.”
“It’s pretty.”
He said this while looking at her flushed cheeks and red lips that looked like they would bleed if pressed hard.
When she could no longer bear his play, Daphne grabbed his collar. Her forehead touched his chest. The moisture from her hair soaked his clothes again.
“Ah, ah, huh!”
A wet sound echoed in the wet place.
“Oh, I need to wash too.”
It was a gentle voice, but Daphne couldn't hear it.
Those who saw Daphne being dragged into the palace frowned. Daphne, too, could not raise her head. In the end, she returned to this disgusting place.
She looked at Olga, who was standing behind her. She was the poisonous woman who had served Asherad, the Crown Prince. The cunning woman who had served Asherad. Daphne remembered the woman who had poisoned her.
Although she was pretending to be calm, you could see how terrified she was.
Daphne's listless eyes turned to the others. The maid who had regarded her as a thorn in her side was nowhere to be seen. It seemed as if she had really been executed, just as Asherad had said.
“Why don’t you just die?”
Amanda, a maid in the same block, gritted her teeth as she spoke. It wasn't sarcasm, but genuine murderous intent.
“You, do you know what happened to Sarah?”
“...Are shr dead?”
Amanda raised her hand at Daphne's words.
“Amanda!”
Thanks to the maids who were talking, Daphne was able to avoid getting slapped. When she saw Asherad again, she had a premonition. Her close friend Sarah would die. Maybe she was already dead.
“You selfish bitch, you knew I was going to die because of you? And now you’re asking me to help you?”
“...”
“Where can you find a nuisance like you? Just die, please, just die!”
Daphne took it with a blank face. She returned to a place filled with curses and contempt. Daphne forced a smile.
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t die.”
"Hey!"
“I can’t die.”
The corners of Daphne's mouth trembled. But she gasped for breath as she shed tears with the utmost regret.
“I made it so I couldn’t die.”
Because even though life wasn't hers. The maids covered their mouths as they looked into those distant, bottomless eyes.
The woman, whose body was spotted as if she had been continuously hugged by the newly crowned Emperor, was smiling listlessly.
Daphne thought.
Since when did I end up with this shitty fate?
She felt like her flesh was ripening from the warmth of the body that was attached to her.
Even though she wrapped her arms around Asherad's neck as if to soothe him, his touch only became rougher.
Askerad put his hand inside Daphne’s clothes and stroked her cold skin. His fingers felt hot as if they were on fire. After seeing Daphne’s face, Asherad quickly grabbed the thin clothes in his hand and put his hand down.
There was a thud, and the button was ripped off. Thin clothes could not stop him. In an instant, Asherad had made Daphne naked.
His gaze languidly scanned her body. His eyes were filled with lust. It took her breath away. Daphne closed her eyes tightly to avoid his sullen gaze.
“Open your eyes.”
Daphne did as she was told. Her blue eyes turned dryly toward the man.
The toys of the palace. The bath bowl.
That was the role given to Daphne by the deceased Emperor. So Daphne faithfully fulfilled that role.
She lived like that, not even knowing that she was being deceived. And then at some point, Asherad revealed his madness.
Madness. That's the only way she could describe it.
She thought this crazy man was tired of hr and would abandon her, but he didn't get tired of her and followed her. She doesn't know how he saw her and followed her. She was just tired of his obsession.
“Are you that angry because the maid made you do too much work?”
“...”
“Don’t worry. I already killed her by cutting her throat.”
Since when did you start being so self-centered? Daphne sneered inwardly.
Asherad's hand lazily stroked her blonde hair, lovingly, even though her body was already seething with lust.
So, she keeps making mistakes. He doesn't just show his desire, but he always strokes her head affectionately. But before he can settle down tiredly under those touches...
“Ugh!”
She bit her lip hard. The fingers digging between her legs and the lips exploring her body were constantly teasing her.
He still knew Daphne's body well. Her pale face flushed as he bit into something soft and plump like dough.
He pestered her persistently, until the breath that escaped through her teeth, which he had stubbornly blocked with his hand, became a bittersweet sound that turned into a scream of pain.
He watched Daphne, who was trying to catch her breath with her face flushed red, and slowly spread the space between her legs even wider. He could feel his desire in her private parts that he could no longer hold back.
“Ugh!”
She bit her lip. Her body wasn't ready to accept him yet, but he dug in right away.
Was he angry, too? She buried her head in the bed in frustration. Her teeth clenched together on their own.
“Ah, ugh!”
His movements as he dug deep into her body were unrelenting. The sloshing sound, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, echoed dully throughout the room.
Hot breath and low breath escaped him. Despite his cold face, his low, hushed voice was filled with lust.
“Daphne... Daphne.”
“...”
“My dear Daphne.”
He called her name with sweet words, but Daphne did not look at him.
Then a large hand turned her face. She opened her eyes and looked at Asherad. Still seductive and cold. The only signs of excitement were his heavy breathing and his hoarse voice.
He looked at the woman he was holding as if she were a stranger and said in a sweet voice that he loved her.
Who would believe that confession of love? Who. I used to hope it was true, but not anymore.
She was still being toyed with. Daphne turned her head slightly.
His eyes, which had been looking at her blue eyes, narrowed. It was an expression that said he didn't like something.
“Ah, ah!”
Instead, he moved his body roughly and indulged her. His clenched teeth opened by themselves, and a sharp voice came out.
His hand was stimulating exactly where Daphne felt. She twisted her waist and screamed. He kept thrusting.
***
Daphne's eyes were unfocused. She could hear the birds chirping in the morning.
Asherad held her without mercy. In the end, she had no choice but to be held in his arms and cooked as he wished.
All the strength left her body. The desire to run away from him had long since evaporated.
“Are you awake?”
At the soft voice, she nodded weakly. He gently stroked her flowing hair and kissed her face, which had her eyes closed as if giving up, as if he loved it.
“I imagined you at twenty-one.”
“...”
“It’s prettier than I thought. I like it.”
After a while, he picked up her limp body and went to the bathroom to start washing Daphne's body.
Warm water heated by magic was poured over her. The moment the hand covered in lightly scented soap bubbles touched her, she came to her senses.
The smooth soap bubbles covered her body. It felt like she was wearing clothes. As she stared at the bubbles, Asherad's hand brushed Daphne’s body.
"Ah!"
His hand touched the tip of her aching chest. She had been tormented all night, so even just touching it made her feel tingly and ticklish. She bit her lip in frustration, feeling like she was the one who felt his touch again.
"It hurts?"
“...”
“I think it hurts.”
At the affectionate voice, she opened her tightly shut eyes. Still, Asherad was delicate. His hand stroked the tip of her warm flesh.
“You must have been in a lot of pain.”
“...”
“Because I bit you, huh?”
She thought he was going to lather up, but his hands were becoming a little more explicit.
His long fingers caressed the sore spot. He looked at Daphne with tearful eyes, and a smile returned. This man was enjoying being in pain because of him.
The cheap rose scent unique to the soap made her nose dizzy. Asherad was leisurely kneading her flesh as if kneading dough without doing anything.
As he slowly stroked the teeth mark engraved on his chest as if he was loving it, a slight dull pain came over him.
The other hand stroked her wingtips. That was also where his teeth had sunk. Ears, shoulders, neck. Asherad rubbed them, looking at the red marks.
It hurt a little when he pressed it. When she frowned, his thumb gently stroked the area. The hand that was touching it was full of blatant lust.
But on the other hand, his face was terribly calm. His face was so elegant, as if he were playing an instrument, that her body tingled at the gap.
Long fingers rubbed the spot she felt again.
Daphne was speechless. Her body, filled with familiar pleasure rather than pain, completely betrayed her reason.
His long fingers smoothed down her slender waist. His rough, veiny hands slid between her legs.
“Ah... Ugh.”
“How are you going to wash when you’re so close to me?”
“I’ll wash, please.”
Finally, Daphne couldn't hold it in any longer. He bent down and looked at her face.
Dark green eyes that seemed to suck her in entered her field of vision. Asherad's eyes, darkly shadowed, did not seem to contain any emotions.
"Daphne."
“...”
As she lowered her head, looking at his face, soap bubbles were applied to the delicate flesh inside her thighs. Her body flinched when his fingers touched the most sensitive part. Hold on, don't show any more shame.
Daphne tried hard to think that way, but Asherad's touch stimulated her again.
“Ah, uh... huh.”
“It’s pretty.”
He said this while looking at her flushed cheeks and red lips that looked like they would bleed if pressed hard.
When she could no longer bear his play, Daphne grabbed his collar. Her forehead touched his chest. The moisture from her hair soaked his clothes again.
“Ah, ah, huh!”
A wet sound echoed in the wet place.
“Oh, I need to wash too.”
It was a gentle voice, but Daphne couldn't hear it.
***
Those who saw Daphne being dragged into the palace frowned. Daphne, too, could not raise her head. In the end, she returned to this disgusting place.
She looked at Olga, who was standing behind her. She was the poisonous woman who had served Asherad, the Crown Prince. The cunning woman who had served Asherad. Daphne remembered the woman who had poisoned her.
Although she was pretending to be calm, you could see how terrified she was.
Daphne's listless eyes turned to the others. The maid who had regarded her as a thorn in her side was nowhere to be seen. It seemed as if she had really been executed, just as Asherad had said.
“Why don’t you just die?”
Amanda, a maid in the same block, gritted her teeth as she spoke. It wasn't sarcasm, but genuine murderous intent.
“You, do you know what happened to Sarah?”
“...Are shr dead?”
Amanda raised her hand at Daphne's words.
“Amanda!”
Thanks to the maids who were talking, Daphne was able to avoid getting slapped. When she saw Asherad again, she had a premonition. Her close friend Sarah would die. Maybe she was already dead.
“You selfish bitch, you knew I was going to die because of you? And now you’re asking me to help you?”
“...”
“Where can you find a nuisance like you? Just die, please, just die!”
Daphne took it with a blank face. She returned to a place filled with curses and contempt. Daphne forced a smile.
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t die.”
"Hey!"
“I can’t die.”
The corners of Daphne's mouth trembled. But she gasped for breath as she shed tears with the utmost regret.
“I made it so I couldn’t die.”
Because even though life wasn't hers. The maids covered their mouths as they looked into those distant, bottomless eyes.
The woman, whose body was spotted as if she had been continuously hugged by the newly crowned Emperor, was smiling listlessly.
Daphne thought.
Since when did I end up with this shitty fate?
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