051. If you have it messily
Perhaps she had lost consciousness. She struggled to open her eyelids, but the world was still spinning. Emilia looked around with her eyes wide open.
Where am I?
It's a swaying, bumpy carriage running on an unpaved road.
Her eyes shot open. The moment she saw the man looking down, her head started to hurt so much that it felt like it was going to burst. Emilia sobbed bitterly and covered her face with her arms.
"Are you okay?"
The cloth touching her ear tightened and became hard. She thought it was a cushion, but it was actually a man's thigh. Even though she was dizzy and felt like she was going to vomit, Emilia flinched.
Lying down with a man's leg cut off!
She had to get up quickly, but her body was as limp as water-soaked cotton.
“Just stay”
“My throat... my throat is so dry...”
As soon as she finished speaking, Emilia lost consciousness for a moment. When she opened her eyes again, this time she was in his arms, holding her like a baby, drinking water.
The hot iron skewer was pecked hard at her head, but strangely enough, it felt good.
“Where exactly does it hurt?”
Emilia had never joked with anyone or been nursed.
But now, for some reason, she just wanted to be a spoiled child.
“My head hurts. It’s so bad...”
As soon as she finished speaking, his hand reached behind her head. The next moment, the hairpin that had been tightly tied loosened, and blood flowed to the crown of her head.
Emilia let out a ragged breath.
But the refreshing sense of liberation was too short-lived. The smile that had slowly blossomed soon faded away as the pain returned.
“...Why does it hurt so much?”
“You have a hangover.”
"Ah..."
The moment Emilia sighed, Hardius suddenly put his hand into her armpit and lifted her upper body. Several unconventional movements followed.
A few seconds later, Emilia was trapped between the man's legs, leaning back. Her head, shoulders, back, chest, and other parts were all messily touching. Even though she thought she had to get up right away, Emilia found herself sagging like a rag doll again.
“It’ll get a little better if you do this.”
Hardius explained as stiffly as a doctor and began to apply acupressure in earnest. Emilia tried not to moan every time the man’s fingers strongly caressed her scalp.
“What kind of magic is this...?”
“I learned it in school.”
Hardius stretched out his arm and opened the window. A cold wind carrying waves hit his face coolly.
Emilia, with her eyes closed, even smiled, feeling good.
It was the exact same face that was shown in 'Elver'.
Another reason why this drastic change was possible was alcohol. A drunk Emilia was giving him many of the things he wanted.
Trust him, rely on him, and smile in front of him.
How could a woman who seemed unbreakable be swayed by something like alcohol?
A woman leaning in completely without any doubt or caution was enough to make something deep inside his heart tickle.
But the effects of alcohol were short-lived. Hardius wished that these moments would last forever.
“You know what? Charlotte is a wizard. Actually.”
With her eyes closed, she looked as if she were dreaming.
“I didn’t know that you could use magic, Master.”
Her long eyelashes flutter, and she shows an uncommon smile.
Once again, his heart fluttered, and a strange sense of discomfort rose up to his throat. He always thought she was too pretty. To the point where he felt irritated and upset every time he saw her.
His gaze lingered a little lower, on her rosy cheeks and her sculptural, delicate nose.
And then to the lips.
Should we call it a masterpiece?
Hardius couldn't take his eyes off her perfect lips.
Sadistic fantasies of biting into a ripe peach and greedily licking its juicy juice fill his head.
It has always been like that. From the day of their engagement ceremony until this very moment, whenever Hardius thought of his fiancée, he was tormented by all sorts of contradictory longings.
He liked it and he hated it.
He wanted to have it, but he wanted to throw it away.
He wanted to protect it, but he also wanted to destroy it.
Emilia had suddenly become cold again, as if she didn't know anything about the turbulent waves swirling inside him.
“But that’s black magic. It will lead us all to ruin. In the end, we’ll both be unhappy. Like Lady Camellia. I will never live like that... Never...”
The carriage shook and shook for a moment. Unintended contact occurred at the contact points. Hardius barely managed to swallow a curse.
“...Get up. If you don’t mind.”
Any other time, he would have jumped up before even hearing those words.
But Emilia showed an unbelievable reaction this time, too. As soon as he took his hand away, she started to cry pitifully.
“Just a little bit... Please do just a little bit more...”
Hardius pushed his fingers deep again. The soft hair that curled between them brought up a saucy imagination.
How are you feeling?
Will it be cold like a noble personality? Or will it be hot like fire?
Hardius, who had never touched or been curious about a woman's insides, leisurely imagined and stirred without hesitation.
Naive Emilia, who knows nothing, lets out a sigh of satisfaction and curls up like a cat again.
“The great master is good at everything. You dance well, play the piano well, and are good at things like that.”
She suddenly looked up at Hardius with dreamy eyes.
“You know what? You’re the most handsome man I’ve ever seen.”
In the breathtaking silence, Hardius had to grit his teeth to hold back the childish question of whether he was any different from Nathan Malvin.
“You dress really well. The time when you shine the most is when you wear the military academy uniform. I mean, that white uniform embroidered with gold thread.”
The man's heart races in front of that bright smile.
“What woman would turn down such a perfect man?”
His fingers were immersed in the golden waves and could not move an inch.
“And yet I abandoned him. How dare I, I abandoned the successor to the Meyer family.”
Emilia, who had been muttering listlessly, suddenly changed.
“The master only knows himself. He pretends to have something great, but in reality, he has nothing. He has an incredible talent for confusing people. I hate that kind of master. I really, really hate him...”
A faint moan suddenly burst out from the mouth that had been spewing out harsh words. She bit her lip, and her face looked as if she was about to burst into tears at any moment.
“You know what I hate more? It’s me. Me, fickle, stupid, weak.”
The unbearable tongue begins to spit out whatever it comes across.
“Reality is harsh. The world is full of people like Sheila. So I have to fight again. I have to be a strong and courageous Emilia and break down the walls of the world. But why? Why should I do that?”
Emilia looked up at Hardius as if pleading.
“And what about you, my lord? Are you going to track down, track down, deal with, and trample on people like Sheila for me? Do you expect me to be satisfied with that? While having strange illusions?”
“...”
“No, I can’t do that. I don’t know what you want from me, Master... but I don’t like it. I don’t like it that much... I don’t like you enough to fight against the world.”
The moment her small hands grabbed his shirt as if seeking an answer, Hardius realized.
Yes.
No matter what I do, you will never change.
He has already decided the answer and is not leaving any room for error or leeway.
"I know."
Only then did the silent mouth open.
“As long as you’re by my side, you’ll continue to be criticized. You might even have to remain hidden for a while.”
The look in Hardius’ eyes as he answered like that was not just indifferent but heartless.
Emilia exploded in that moment.
“Knowing that, how... how could you do this?!”
Emilia, who shouted like lightning, tried to raise her body by pushing his chest with her arms. However, he broke her arms, rendering her helpless.
“I really hate you, Master! I find you disgusting!”
“It doesn’t matter, Emilia. Do you know why?”
The dark, sunken voice is like a rock wall facing the waves, unwavering in the slightest.
“I will be the Duke of Meyer. I must be.”
A strong wind blew against her face through the open window, but Emilia felt nothing.
“You have a family to return to. But Duke Meyer has nothing. He probably has nothing he can truly call his own. So shouldn’t he leave behind at least one?”
Hardius grabbed the hand that was trying to let go of his shirt as if he were plundering it.
“You should have at least one.”
The man's eyes, clouded with desire, wandered absentmindedly over his invitingly parted lips.
“So tell me. Why shouldn’t I have you now?”
The shock was brief.
A low, rough whisper sent shivers down Emilia's body.
“Why can’t we just leave it here and mess around?”
Take it? Messy?
A man shaking dangerously was captured in Emilia's confused eyes.
But there is no remorse or hesitation in the face looking down askance.
“Is that bastard the only beast that gets horny just by looking at you?”
The face engulfed in passion came closer and closer. And without hesitation, he pressed his lips against hers. She couldn't tell if she was resisting or couldn't.
But the woman who gave up without fighting drove the man to extreme excitement.
Hardius moved greedily in search of deeper stimulation. When he couldn't insert his tongue as deeply as he wanted while hugging her from behind, he simply raised her upper body.
Emilia leaned against the wall of the cramped carriage and accepted the man.
Every time his tongue penetrated deep and withdrew, all she could do was try to keep her wits about him. After finishing the sticky act of mixing saliva, Hardius stared into Emilia’s hazily drunken eyes.
“I’ve hated you for a long time. I really, really hated you. You know why? I couldn’t stand it after I met you.”
Hardius whispered coldly, reaching out and finding the tiny ear.
When her earlobe was bitten, when hot breath poured behind her ear and onto the nape of her neck, Emilia almost screamed.
"Stop...!"
The shrunken body began to tremble and stiffen.
"That..."
No more words came out. Emilia was speechless as if she had been truly cursed, and could only let out muffled moans.
His tongue licked along the shell of her ear and slid down flexibly.
The moment it finally reached her long, pure white nape, she was bitten and sucked again.
She was suffocating with fear. The man doing the bizarre thing, the body losing its will, everything was scary.
“I did everything I could for you when I saw you alone. I tore you apart like this while you were crying and begging.”
The man's hand crossed the line without hesitation.
The buttons that had been tightly binding her chest were undone in an instant, and starting with her collarbone, the parts that would normally not come out were exposed to the cold air one by one.
“I did it on my own, in a very messy way.”
Shocked, Emilia tried to gather up her dress, which was flowing down pitifully. But he was much faster. Hardius bent both of Emilia’s wrists behind her waist and leisurely admired the pale skin that was exposed one by one. Then he lowered one hand and tightly grabbed the luscious side. Blood was drawn to the peak.
"Ah!"
Emilia froze and screamed. Hardius slowly lowered his head. The direction and angle of his approach were neither lips nor earlobes.
Perhaps she had lost consciousness. She struggled to open her eyelids, but the world was still spinning. Emilia looked around with her eyes wide open.
Where am I?
It's a swaying, bumpy carriage running on an unpaved road.
Her eyes shot open. The moment she saw the man looking down, her head started to hurt so much that it felt like it was going to burst. Emilia sobbed bitterly and covered her face with her arms.
"Are you okay?"
The cloth touching her ear tightened and became hard. She thought it was a cushion, but it was actually a man's thigh. Even though she was dizzy and felt like she was going to vomit, Emilia flinched.
Lying down with a man's leg cut off!
She had to get up quickly, but her body was as limp as water-soaked cotton.
“Just stay”
“My throat... my throat is so dry...”
As soon as she finished speaking, Emilia lost consciousness for a moment. When she opened her eyes again, this time she was in his arms, holding her like a baby, drinking water.
The hot iron skewer was pecked hard at her head, but strangely enough, it felt good.
“Where exactly does it hurt?”
Emilia had never joked with anyone or been nursed.
But now, for some reason, she just wanted to be a spoiled child.
“My head hurts. It’s so bad...”
As soon as she finished speaking, his hand reached behind her head. The next moment, the hairpin that had been tightly tied loosened, and blood flowed to the crown of her head.
Emilia let out a ragged breath.
But the refreshing sense of liberation was too short-lived. The smile that had slowly blossomed soon faded away as the pain returned.
“...Why does it hurt so much?”
“You have a hangover.”
"Ah..."
The moment Emilia sighed, Hardius suddenly put his hand into her armpit and lifted her upper body. Several unconventional movements followed.
A few seconds later, Emilia was trapped between the man's legs, leaning back. Her head, shoulders, back, chest, and other parts were all messily touching. Even though she thought she had to get up right away, Emilia found herself sagging like a rag doll again.
“It’ll get a little better if you do this.”
Hardius explained as stiffly as a doctor and began to apply acupressure in earnest. Emilia tried not to moan every time the man’s fingers strongly caressed her scalp.
“What kind of magic is this...?”
“I learned it in school.”
Hardius stretched out his arm and opened the window. A cold wind carrying waves hit his face coolly.
Emilia, with her eyes closed, even smiled, feeling good.
It was the exact same face that was shown in 'Elver'.
Another reason why this drastic change was possible was alcohol. A drunk Emilia was giving him many of the things he wanted.
Trust him, rely on him, and smile in front of him.
How could a woman who seemed unbreakable be swayed by something like alcohol?
A woman leaning in completely without any doubt or caution was enough to make something deep inside his heart tickle.
But the effects of alcohol were short-lived. Hardius wished that these moments would last forever.
“You know what? Charlotte is a wizard. Actually.”
With her eyes closed, she looked as if she were dreaming.
“I didn’t know that you could use magic, Master.”
Her long eyelashes flutter, and she shows an uncommon smile.
Once again, his heart fluttered, and a strange sense of discomfort rose up to his throat. He always thought she was too pretty. To the point where he felt irritated and upset every time he saw her.
His gaze lingered a little lower, on her rosy cheeks and her sculptural, delicate nose.
And then to the lips.
Should we call it a masterpiece?
Hardius couldn't take his eyes off her perfect lips.
Sadistic fantasies of biting into a ripe peach and greedily licking its juicy juice fill his head.
It has always been like that. From the day of their engagement ceremony until this very moment, whenever Hardius thought of his fiancée, he was tormented by all sorts of contradictory longings.
He liked it and he hated it.
He wanted to have it, but he wanted to throw it away.
He wanted to protect it, but he also wanted to destroy it.
Emilia had suddenly become cold again, as if she didn't know anything about the turbulent waves swirling inside him.
“But that’s black magic. It will lead us all to ruin. In the end, we’ll both be unhappy. Like Lady Camellia. I will never live like that... Never...”
The carriage shook and shook for a moment. Unintended contact occurred at the contact points. Hardius barely managed to swallow a curse.
“...Get up. If you don’t mind.”
Any other time, he would have jumped up before even hearing those words.
But Emilia showed an unbelievable reaction this time, too. As soon as he took his hand away, she started to cry pitifully.
“Just a little bit... Please do just a little bit more...”
Hardius pushed his fingers deep again. The soft hair that curled between them brought up a saucy imagination.
How are you feeling?
Will it be cold like a noble personality? Or will it be hot like fire?
Hardius, who had never touched or been curious about a woman's insides, leisurely imagined and stirred without hesitation.
Naive Emilia, who knows nothing, lets out a sigh of satisfaction and curls up like a cat again.
“The great master is good at everything. You dance well, play the piano well, and are good at things like that.”
She suddenly looked up at Hardius with dreamy eyes.
“You know what? You’re the most handsome man I’ve ever seen.”
In the breathtaking silence, Hardius had to grit his teeth to hold back the childish question of whether he was any different from Nathan Malvin.
“You dress really well. The time when you shine the most is when you wear the military academy uniform. I mean, that white uniform embroidered with gold thread.”
The man's heart races in front of that bright smile.
“What woman would turn down such a perfect man?”
His fingers were immersed in the golden waves and could not move an inch.
“And yet I abandoned him. How dare I, I abandoned the successor to the Meyer family.”
Emilia, who had been muttering listlessly, suddenly changed.
“The master only knows himself. He pretends to have something great, but in reality, he has nothing. He has an incredible talent for confusing people. I hate that kind of master. I really, really hate him...”
A faint moan suddenly burst out from the mouth that had been spewing out harsh words. She bit her lip, and her face looked as if she was about to burst into tears at any moment.
“You know what I hate more? It’s me. Me, fickle, stupid, weak.”
The unbearable tongue begins to spit out whatever it comes across.
“Reality is harsh. The world is full of people like Sheila. So I have to fight again. I have to be a strong and courageous Emilia and break down the walls of the world. But why? Why should I do that?”
Emilia looked up at Hardius as if pleading.
“And what about you, my lord? Are you going to track down, track down, deal with, and trample on people like Sheila for me? Do you expect me to be satisfied with that? While having strange illusions?”
“...”
“No, I can’t do that. I don’t know what you want from me, Master... but I don’t like it. I don’t like it that much... I don’t like you enough to fight against the world.”
The moment her small hands grabbed his shirt as if seeking an answer, Hardius realized.
Yes.
No matter what I do, you will never change.
He has already decided the answer and is not leaving any room for error or leeway.
"I know."
Only then did the silent mouth open.
“As long as you’re by my side, you’ll continue to be criticized. You might even have to remain hidden for a while.”
The look in Hardius’ eyes as he answered like that was not just indifferent but heartless.
Emilia exploded in that moment.
“Knowing that, how... how could you do this?!”
Emilia, who shouted like lightning, tried to raise her body by pushing his chest with her arms. However, he broke her arms, rendering her helpless.
“I really hate you, Master! I find you disgusting!”
“It doesn’t matter, Emilia. Do you know why?”
The dark, sunken voice is like a rock wall facing the waves, unwavering in the slightest.
“I will be the Duke of Meyer. I must be.”
A strong wind blew against her face through the open window, but Emilia felt nothing.
“You have a family to return to. But Duke Meyer has nothing. He probably has nothing he can truly call his own. So shouldn’t he leave behind at least one?”
Hardius grabbed the hand that was trying to let go of his shirt as if he were plundering it.
“You should have at least one.”
The man's eyes, clouded with desire, wandered absentmindedly over his invitingly parted lips.
“So tell me. Why shouldn’t I have you now?”
The shock was brief.
A low, rough whisper sent shivers down Emilia's body.
“Why can’t we just leave it here and mess around?”
Take it? Messy?
A man shaking dangerously was captured in Emilia's confused eyes.
But there is no remorse or hesitation in the face looking down askance.
“Is that bastard the only beast that gets horny just by looking at you?”
The face engulfed in passion came closer and closer. And without hesitation, he pressed his lips against hers. She couldn't tell if she was resisting or couldn't.
But the woman who gave up without fighting drove the man to extreme excitement.
Hardius moved greedily in search of deeper stimulation. When he couldn't insert his tongue as deeply as he wanted while hugging her from behind, he simply raised her upper body.
Emilia leaned against the wall of the cramped carriage and accepted the man.
Every time his tongue penetrated deep and withdrew, all she could do was try to keep her wits about him. After finishing the sticky act of mixing saliva, Hardius stared into Emilia’s hazily drunken eyes.
“I’ve hated you for a long time. I really, really hated you. You know why? I couldn’t stand it after I met you.”
Hardius whispered coldly, reaching out and finding the tiny ear.
When her earlobe was bitten, when hot breath poured behind her ear and onto the nape of her neck, Emilia almost screamed.
"Stop...!"
The shrunken body began to tremble and stiffen.
"That..."
No more words came out. Emilia was speechless as if she had been truly cursed, and could only let out muffled moans.
His tongue licked along the shell of her ear and slid down flexibly.
The moment it finally reached her long, pure white nape, she was bitten and sucked again.
She was suffocating with fear. The man doing the bizarre thing, the body losing its will, everything was scary.
“I did everything I could for you when I saw you alone. I tore you apart like this while you were crying and begging.”
The man's hand crossed the line without hesitation.
The buttons that had been tightly binding her chest were undone in an instant, and starting with her collarbone, the parts that would normally not come out were exposed to the cold air one by one.
“I did it on my own, in a very messy way.”
Shocked, Emilia tried to gather up her dress, which was flowing down pitifully. But he was much faster. Hardius bent both of Emilia’s wrists behind her waist and leisurely admired the pale skin that was exposed one by one. Then he lowered one hand and tightly grabbed the luscious side. Blood was drawn to the peak.
"Ah!"
Emilia froze and screamed. Hardius slowly lowered his head. The direction and angle of his approach were neither lips nor earlobes.
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