Else, who had been caressing her stomach with her head down, opened her mouth. Sibyl glared fiercely at the woman who was silently shedding tears. He wanted to crush her. He wanted to hold onto her and break her.
"Say it."
“Hey, I want to go back...”
"Say it."
Else shook her head. Sibyl shook the woman's shoulder as she burst into tears and shouted. Else had betrayed him. She had become another man's wife and slept with him while pregnant with his child. It was impossible. He didn't know how he had endured such an insult.
It was something he didn't know until recently. When he got Else back. If Oscar hadn't reported it and corrected it, he wouldn't have known. Would it have been better not to know? If he had, would he have been able to welcome Else? Just by marriage. Just because Else didn't reject the marriage, he felt like his skin was being ripped off.
“Did you enjoy your night with him?”
Else didn't say anything. She just looked at him with tearful eyes. Sibyl felt like he was going crazy. His lips, which had been closed, moved cruelly.
“Do you think you’ll come to your senses only after being beaten?”
The King's bedroom. In the dark, unlit room, there is a mahogany side table with a smooth, glossy finish. Pulling the gold handle, you find a hollow space in which the King keeps his whip. The whip, made of high-quality leather, is not used to whip horses.
The pure gold and rubies that decorated the handle were too elaborate to be used for whipping animals. The King himself could have used it to discipline his servants for their insolence, but the punishment of servants was the job of the chief chamberlain, a subordinate of the King.
Therefore, the King did not take out the hidden object in this secret place. Sometimes, even the Queen did not know about the existence of the object. Not all Kings used it. In the past, Philip may have used it, but Sybil's father was very strict with his mother, Bonaparte, so the whip was not used.
It was only today that the sealed object, which had not touched anyone's skin for a while, came out of the drawer. Sibyl was holding a whip in front of the woman who was pregnant with his children.
“Ugh, ugh...”
Else, who had seen the whip, turned pale and burst into tears. She was shaking with a pained face and still turned her head away as if she did not want to face Sibyl. Her face was not in her right mind.
"No..."
“No. You must not say no, Else. The King’s concubine must always obey the King. Be gentle.”
“I don’t like it, I don’t like it...”
Else recited weakly as if she had lost her mind. Else turned her head away, biting her lip while covering her stomach. It was pitiful to see tears flowing down without any time to dry where she had shed them.
“I told you not to say no.”
He grabbed the woman who was squirming and lifted her nightgown. Her pale thighs were revealed. Her thighs, which had been thin, were now covered in fat, perhaps because she was pregnant. He looked down at her thighs and stroked them gently. This side was more erotic and slutty. Else was a more beautiful woman now that she had plenty of flesh to touch.
The thought of another man tearing apart Else with something made him feel like his insides were being ripped out. Sibyl, who was roughly squeezing her closed thigh and caressing the cross-section, looked up at her.
“I want to go back. Please send me back.”
“Where?”
“Home, home...”
“Your home is here. Your husband is also here.”
Elsa shook her head. She held back her churning stomach and muttered low and clearly.
“...I have been your husband for a long time.”
Else let out a small sob. She was half-consciously pushing his shoulder away. The harmless movement was jarring to Sybil. He couldn't accept Else pushing him away. For the past year, Sybil had missed Else terribly. Not just her milky, round skin and her luscious breasts. Not just her smooth, fresh, long hair.
He missed everything, including the angry expression and the way she would rush at him with venom. He missed that little girl who would throw tantrums and whine. That was the first time since they broke up. Until they met again on that balcony. That was the end of their relationship.
It was hateful. She was the woman he had married shortly after leaving. Only hatred could have remained and eaten away at him. However, the fragments Else had left behind... And the love that had settled within them...
“I was the one who made you a woman in bed. Have you forgotten? The husband you are supposed to serve is not some lowly nobleman...!”
"No!"
Else screamed and hit his chest. Sibyl pulled Else in and kissed her lips. He entangled her tongue roughly and licked her saliva. Her small teeth were round and cute. It was inside the mouth that Sibyl had stirred so mercilessly. He knew how to suck her tongue and make Else tremble and squirm. And yet Else. This damn woman did not accept him as her husband.
He intended to annul Else's marriage. He intended to do so at any cost. He was the one who had Else's first love. He had to be her first husband, too. Because Else was his and he was the King. But..
“No! No, Ian. Please...”
“...You have no manners.”
He let go of Else, who was dodging his kisses and squirming. In the meantime, Else, who had been swallowing her breath quickly, pushed him away while gulping. He looked down at the woman who was calling him by the name of slave. He turned to the woman who was coughing madly and barely managed to turn her around. Else tried to turn her head with her wet face.
He slapped Else on the cheek. Even though his hand didn’t have much force, Else fell down. Her pale cheek turned bright red. Else trembled with shocked eyes. He patted the woman’s swollen cheek with one hand, then pulled up her long nightgown and slapped her white thigh with a whip.
“Ahh!”
The sound of a crash echoed through the spacious bedroom. Else tried to run away from him. But he lifted her up and made her hold on to the pillar. Else sank to the ground when the sound of a crash was heard again. Her white thighs were swollen and red.
“Tell me again. What did you say to me?”
“Ugh, ugh, ugh...”
Else didn't cry. She just cried like a child, wiping her eyes with her sleeve. She hugged her stomach and curled up. Her heavy body dragged along the floor.
“Ahhhh!”
Else screamed at Sibyl who was reaching out and hit the pillar. Sibyl grabbed the woman’s arm tightly and lifted her up. Then he pushed her onto the bed and Else fell back onto the bed. Sibyl stroked the thigh he had whipped. Else was pushed onto the bed and fell sideways.
"Say it."
“Hey, I want to go back...”
"Say it."
Else shook her head. Sibyl shook the woman's shoulder as she burst into tears and shouted. Else had betrayed him. She had become another man's wife and slept with him while pregnant with his child. It was impossible. He didn't know how he had endured such an insult.
It was something he didn't know until recently. When he got Else back. If Oscar hadn't reported it and corrected it, he wouldn't have known. Would it have been better not to know? If he had, would he have been able to welcome Else? Just by marriage. Just because Else didn't reject the marriage, he felt like his skin was being ripped off.
“Did you enjoy your night with him?”
Else didn't say anything. She just looked at him with tearful eyes. Sibyl felt like he was going crazy. His lips, which had been closed, moved cruelly.
“Do you think you’ll come to your senses only after being beaten?”
***
The King's bedroom. In the dark, unlit room, there is a mahogany side table with a smooth, glossy finish. Pulling the gold handle, you find a hollow space in which the King keeps his whip. The whip, made of high-quality leather, is not used to whip horses.
The pure gold and rubies that decorated the handle were too elaborate to be used for whipping animals. The King himself could have used it to discipline his servants for their insolence, but the punishment of servants was the job of the chief chamberlain, a subordinate of the King.
Therefore, the King did not take out the hidden object in this secret place. Sometimes, even the Queen did not know about the existence of the object. Not all Kings used it. In the past, Philip may have used it, but Sybil's father was very strict with his mother, Bonaparte, so the whip was not used.
It was only today that the sealed object, which had not touched anyone's skin for a while, came out of the drawer. Sibyl was holding a whip in front of the woman who was pregnant with his children.
“Ugh, ugh...”
Else, who had seen the whip, turned pale and burst into tears. She was shaking with a pained face and still turned her head away as if she did not want to face Sibyl. Her face was not in her right mind.
"No..."
“No. You must not say no, Else. The King’s concubine must always obey the King. Be gentle.”
“I don’t like it, I don’t like it...”
Else recited weakly as if she had lost her mind. Else turned her head away, biting her lip while covering her stomach. It was pitiful to see tears flowing down without any time to dry where she had shed them.
“I told you not to say no.”
He grabbed the woman who was squirming and lifted her nightgown. Her pale thighs were revealed. Her thighs, which had been thin, were now covered in fat, perhaps because she was pregnant. He looked down at her thighs and stroked them gently. This side was more erotic and slutty. Else was a more beautiful woman now that she had plenty of flesh to touch.
The thought of another man tearing apart Else with something made him feel like his insides were being ripped out. Sibyl, who was roughly squeezing her closed thigh and caressing the cross-section, looked up at her.
“I want to go back. Please send me back.”
“Where?”
“Home, home...”
“Your home is here. Your husband is also here.”
Elsa shook her head. She held back her churning stomach and muttered low and clearly.
“...I have been your husband for a long time.”
Else let out a small sob. She was half-consciously pushing his shoulder away. The harmless movement was jarring to Sybil. He couldn't accept Else pushing him away. For the past year, Sybil had missed Else terribly. Not just her milky, round skin and her luscious breasts. Not just her smooth, fresh, long hair.
He missed everything, including the angry expression and the way she would rush at him with venom. He missed that little girl who would throw tantrums and whine. That was the first time since they broke up. Until they met again on that balcony. That was the end of their relationship.
It was hateful. She was the woman he had married shortly after leaving. Only hatred could have remained and eaten away at him. However, the fragments Else had left behind... And the love that had settled within them...
“I was the one who made you a woman in bed. Have you forgotten? The husband you are supposed to serve is not some lowly nobleman...!”
"No!"
Else screamed and hit his chest. Sibyl pulled Else in and kissed her lips. He entangled her tongue roughly and licked her saliva. Her small teeth were round and cute. It was inside the mouth that Sibyl had stirred so mercilessly. He knew how to suck her tongue and make Else tremble and squirm. And yet Else. This damn woman did not accept him as her husband.
He intended to annul Else's marriage. He intended to do so at any cost. He was the one who had Else's first love. He had to be her first husband, too. Because Else was his and he was the King. But..
“No! No, Ian. Please...”
“...You have no manners.”
He let go of Else, who was dodging his kisses and squirming. In the meantime, Else, who had been swallowing her breath quickly, pushed him away while gulping. He looked down at the woman who was calling him by the name of slave. He turned to the woman who was coughing madly and barely managed to turn her around. Else tried to turn her head with her wet face.
He slapped Else on the cheek. Even though his hand didn’t have much force, Else fell down. Her pale cheek turned bright red. Else trembled with shocked eyes. He patted the woman’s swollen cheek with one hand, then pulled up her long nightgown and slapped her white thigh with a whip.
“Ahh!”
The sound of a crash echoed through the spacious bedroom. Else tried to run away from him. But he lifted her up and made her hold on to the pillar. Else sank to the ground when the sound of a crash was heard again. Her white thighs were swollen and red.
“Tell me again. What did you say to me?”
“Ugh, ugh, ugh...”
Else didn't cry. She just cried like a child, wiping her eyes with her sleeve. She hugged her stomach and curled up. Her heavy body dragged along the floor.
“Ahhhh!”
Else screamed at Sibyl who was reaching out and hit the pillar. Sibyl grabbed the woman’s arm tightly and lifted her up. Then he pushed her onto the bed and Else fell back onto the bed. Sibyl stroked the thigh he had whipped. Else was pushed onto the bed and fell sideways.
Shhh- The sound of the explosion was heard once again.
“Ugh!”
Else let out a final moan. Sybil’s eyes were emotionless as he looked down at the woman who was trembling as if she had no strength left to scream. He threw away the whip and held her gently. Else sobbed and curled up. He hummed softly to the woman.
“Look at me.”
Else didn't look at him. Her face was a mess, unable to hold onto her hazy consciousness. Sybil, who was stiff with his breathing slowing down and creaking, shook Else. However, Else lost consciousness without regaining consciousness. Her limp arms touched the bed.
After kissing Else on the lips, Sybil checked her pulse and breathing before calling the attendant back. Sybil’s face twisted as he watched the attendant take her temperature and estimate her breathing.
“Ugh!”
Else let out a final moan. Sybil’s eyes were emotionless as he looked down at the woman who was trembling as if she had no strength left to scream. He threw away the whip and held her gently. Else sobbed and curled up. He hummed softly to the woman.
“Look at me.”
Else didn't look at him. Her face was a mess, unable to hold onto her hazy consciousness. Sybil, who was stiff with his breathing slowing down and creaking, shook Else. However, Else lost consciousness without regaining consciousness. Her limp arms touched the bed.
After kissing Else on the lips, Sybil checked her pulse and breathing before calling the attendant back. Sybil’s face twisted as he watched the attendant take her temperature and estimate her breathing.
I broke her so much... I slapped and whipped the woman who was pregnant with my children... Was there more I could do?
Suddenly, the door opened and the attendant’s face appeared. Sybil stared at him with sharp eyes.
“I heard from Count Douanen and Lady Grancel.”
Liena looked at the woman who had lost consciousness. How long had it been since they last met? It seemed like it had been exactly ten years since the night she had run away with her back skin torn off. However, Liena sometimes felt as if her thin back skin was still tattered and her straight spine made a strange noise.
“Many people wonder what goes on in Your Majesty’s bedroom.”
The King looked down at the woman with an emotionless face. Her belly, which seemed a little bigger than that of other pregnant women because she was carrying twins, was more bizarre than desirable. It must have been because her arms and legs were so skinny for a pregnant woman. Was it because the blood clots in her belly sucked up the nutrients as she ate? The woman who carried the King’s seed and gave birth to twins seemed to be alive only to fulfill her role as a mother.
“The same goes for Lady Grancel.”
Liena, who had been slowly scanning the pale complexion that seemed about to crumble and the limbs that had lost their vitality and were hanging, moved her lips. At those words, the King's fiancée flinched and looked at Liena. Liena did not give her a glance and looked up at the King.
The shadows on his emotionless face were gloomy. Liena looked at the whip in his hand. The attendant approached and handed him a box to store the whip in. The box, delicately decorated with jewels, had been lying dormant in the King's bedroom for a long time.
“I don’t think this is something you should use on a pregnant woman. Especially if you’re hoping for a safe delivery.”
“What do you want to say?”
The King asked directly. He combed her petal-colored hair neatly and put her slender body into the blanket. Then he swept her pale cheek with the back of his hand and straightened her upper body. At the King’s short question, Liena licked her lips.
“I have something to discuss with you regarding national marriage.”
“I heard from Count Douanen and Lady Grancel.”
***
Liena looked at the woman who had lost consciousness. How long had it been since they last met? It seemed like it had been exactly ten years since the night she had run away with her back skin torn off. However, Liena sometimes felt as if her thin back skin was still tattered and her straight spine made a strange noise.
“Many people wonder what goes on in Your Majesty’s bedroom.”
The King looked down at the woman with an emotionless face. Her belly, which seemed a little bigger than that of other pregnant women because she was carrying twins, was more bizarre than desirable. It must have been because her arms and legs were so skinny for a pregnant woman. Was it because the blood clots in her belly sucked up the nutrients as she ate? The woman who carried the King’s seed and gave birth to twins seemed to be alive only to fulfill her role as a mother.
“The same goes for Lady Grancel.”
Liena, who had been slowly scanning the pale complexion that seemed about to crumble and the limbs that had lost their vitality and were hanging, moved her lips. At those words, the King's fiancée flinched and looked at Liena. Liena did not give her a glance and looked up at the King.
The shadows on his emotionless face were gloomy. Liena looked at the whip in his hand. The attendant approached and handed him a box to store the whip in. The box, delicately decorated with jewels, had been lying dormant in the King's bedroom for a long time.
“I don’t think this is something you should use on a pregnant woman. Especially if you’re hoping for a safe delivery.”
“What do you want to say?”
The King asked directly. He combed her petal-colored hair neatly and put her slender body into the blanket. Then he swept her pale cheek with the back of his hand and straightened her upper body. At the King’s short question, Liena licked her lips.
“I have something to discuss with you regarding national marriage.”
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