078. Until my shoulders get wet
A rumble of thunder shook the earth and poured down upon the pavilion.
There was no way of knowing whether the whiteness before her eyes was due to the lightning or the ominous hand that seemed to be strangling her throat, but one thing was certain.
She remembers seeing a man force a gift on her that she didn't want, and thinking to herself just once, "Could it be that he really wants that?"
As soon as Emilia thought of the possibility, she immediately denied it. She was scared. She felt suffocated.
It was something that she never dared to imagine, something that could never happen, something that should never happen, even when she was young and looked up to him like a star.
The name Meyer is so heavy and deadly that it sweeps away all other emotions. She can't bear it anymore, and she doesn't want to bear it.
“I almost opened it here.”
Hardius grabbed Emilia's hand and pressed it against his chest. The man's heart pounding beneath his solid muscles made Emilia shiver.
“But you never looked at me. Not even once. And you still say it’s not cruel?”
Emilia felt dizzy. She felt short of breath, and her heart was about to burst.
“Do you think I’m stupid? Come on, do you think that if you make it look good, what difference will it make? If there’s one thing I want the least in the world, it’s to be called a Duchess. Of all people, it’s the man who turned his back on me, threatened me, and ruined me!”
Kwakwang! The thunder that had come over the mountain ridge struck the sky once again as if it were splitting it. Emilia's heart pounded even harder.
“You are the most cowardly person I have ever seen! What are you talking about?! Duchess? Are you saying that I am cruel? Say whatever you want, do you think I will be swayed? I feel like going to His Majesty the King right now and telling him everything you have done and begging him to break off the engagement?”
Emilia was screaming, her whole body shaking.
“The conclusion has already been decided. We will break off the engagement and go our separate ways.”
“No, it’s too late for that, Emilia.”
Hardius released the grip he had been holding onto as if he was going to break it. He gently stroked the nape of her neck as if compensating for the pain he had caused her.
“Stop... Stop it...”
Instead of answering, Hardius pulled her waist tightly.
Emilia squirmed. The man had easily subdued her limbs, as if he would not allow a struggle.
The body that had been pushing the man hit the pillar in reaction. As if he had been waiting, Hardius pushed his body forward with all his might. Trapped behind the pillar and in front of the man’s body, Emilia was becoming helpless again.
“I’ll take advantage of every opportunity. There’s no reason why not now.”
He grabbed Emilia's wrists and tied them in front of her dantian. Then he bent down. He licked her lips lightly, paused as if trying to catch his breath, and licked them again.
“Open, Emilia.”
Hardius whispered into her lips, which were tightly closed like a clam.
“Don’t let me violate you.”
You crazy kid.
He definitely meant to say that.
But her body wouldn't listen. Emilia felt the man's lips repeatedly touching her, on the vague border between permission and refusal. He bit her as if he was going to crush her, then released her, then sucked her persistently and released her again...
As the short but intense contact continued, her head became empty, and her blood boiled.
Raina is right. This is a completely different realm from sublime spiritual love.
There is something completely beyond logic and reason that has nothing to do with loving and caring for herself more.
Does this man think that alone is enough to make her a Duchess?
Emilia looked up and stared straight at him. As always, Hardius met her gaze with cold eyes.
Something like anger welled up again from the depths of her chest.
“What you said... is impossible. Absolutely... I don’t like it. Nothing will change even if you do this.”
“Yeah, I guess it won’t change anything.”
“Why are you doing this when you know?!”
The man's hand that had been holding her wrist tightly began to gently rub the delicate flesh inside. The sensation brought about by the small, light touch was unbearably erotic.
Emilia tried to push away the hot feeling while strengthening her legs, which kept giving out.
“The more this goes on... I’ll hate you even more. I’ll hate you endlessly, and you’ll be left with nothing but an empty shell.”
"I don't care."
Hardius pressed his lips to the pure white nape of her neck.
“At least give me the shell.”
“Really mean and... dirty...”
Emilia, who was racking her brain to find the most evil expression, was speechless for a moment.
She felt so absurd about being like that.
How can words and actions be so different? Even that man sees through it all.
The miserable Emilia, who gives in too easily, becomes corrupt and falls apart so helplessly.
“...you will regret it.”
Even if she chews and swallows his brain, the man doesn't waver at all.
Instead, he laughed. The lips that touched the nape of her neck began to suck and lick gently, drawing a twisted curve.
Emilia melted again in an instant. Even though she was fighting with all her might, the pleasure was fiercely heating her blood and taking away all her will.
"it's crazy..."
“Yeah, I know. I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t control it.”
Hardius, who had come down her neck, was already kneeling and pulling up her skirt. Emilia closed her eyes.
The sound of the rain is still pleasant, and the man is incredibly gentle.
She swallowed everything. Morality, common sense, the last remaining will, even the thought of being dirty. She only hoped that the pouring rain would hide all these evils.
The flames that shot out from her dantian coalesced into a huge fireball that seemed as if it would engulf her entire body. At that moment of crisis, when it seemed as if something would pour out at any moment, he suddenly stood up. And then he lowered his hands.
Emilia screamed and dug her nails into his shoulders.
She wished it had moved more like a machine, like it did in the barn.
The gentle, slow back and forth completely broke Emilia down. The man with jet-black hair tickling her temples, the man blurred with desire, the thick, blue forest, the sound of thunder splitting the sky.
It was all beautiful.
"Ah!"
Emilia, who had thrown her head back, had forgotten many things. When the intense climax came without stopping, and she felt worn out, only then did Hardius give her permission.
He put his arm into the trembling woman’s groin and lifted her up high. Just before he started his deep and unstoppable penetration, he grabbed her limp hand and made her place it on his shoulder. Emilia instinctively raised her fingernails. She was about to tear his shirt and his solid muscles.
“Yeah, if you’re sick, that’s how it is...”
Before he could finish his sentence, Hardius had the woman in one go.
Emilia, unable to bear it any longer, dug her nails in once more. She thought that would be enough to stop him, but Hardius found himself unable to keep even the promise he had made just a few seconds ago.
“Fuck, Emilia...”
The small body hit the pillar with a thud, thud, and the beautiful gold thread was scattered without mercy.
“Why did you... treat me... so... cruelly...”
Hardius, who had been moving slowly, suddenly shuddered and turned violently. He struck with such force that it seemed as if her small body would be split in two, and then with even more force, lightning struck in an instant. Hardius was shattered into pieces. He buried his teeth into the pure white nape of her neck and poured out everything inside the woman.
What woke the two people up was the sound of rain. The sky, darkened by darkness, occasionally spewed out thunder and lightning, and rain poured down without stopping.
Hardius took out a handkerchief and wiped both their bodies clean. He also made sure that his clothes and Emilia's were perfectly tidy.
She looked exactly the same as when she first arrived, with her messy hair gathered and tucked behind her ear.
While the traces of the tense affair were being collected, Emilia kept her eyes down and said not a word.
The pale face really looks like an empty shell.
'You'll regret it.'
Those cold words belatedly come to her heart. There was a moment when she forgot her promise not to hurt anyone and rushed in roughly again...
I doesn't care.
Hardius swallowed the words that had become a habit, and pulled her slightly trembling shoulders with force. The soft hair tickled his chin, and their sides touched.
How can you be so sweet even in moments like this?
He pressed his body against hers and opened the umbrella with his other hand. With a snap, a small shadow appeared over the heads of the two.
She walked diligently toward the villa. As she listened to the sound of the rain pouring down on her head, a moment of realization came to her.
The reason her heart doesn't calm down is not because of the climax.
Maybe it was because she was afraid, she thought quietly.
“For now, I’ll put some water and food here, and just in case, I’ll put some under the fountain too.”
Pip pushed the bowl into the empty space under the pavilion without even daring to turn his head toward the master.
“Don’t worry, I’ll come and change his water and food whenever I have time.”
Charlotte was the only one who nodded to Pip's words. The young master and the woman were completely speechless and looked in different directions.
“Thank you so much for your generous forgiveness.”
Pip said this and glanced at Charlotte.
No matter how much he looks at the hideous lump that takes up half of his face and the small eye sockets that look like buttonholes, he can't get used to it. It gives him goosebumps, as if he's seen a marten.
Nevertheless, Pip felt as if he could grab the one-eyed girl and give her a kiss. Thanks to that girl, the lord's wrath was averted, and the whole commotion was calmed down.
“Come play anytime. You may not be able to tame it, but if you feed it, it will become attached to you. At least it won’t run away.”
"...yes..."
The child nodded vigorously, but kept her dark face fixed in the direction of her older sister.
“Let’s go now, Charlotte.”
The short-haired woman grabbed the child's hand. Pip's eyes involuntarily turned to the table.
The food had been cold for a long time, and no one had touched it.
Pip had been expecting this to some extent ever since the young master and the woman returned empty-handed.
Even if that one-eyed girl is blind, there's no way she wouldn't notice the ominous vibe coming from those two people.
The two entered the house together, each armed with achromatic colors. Overwhelmed by the ominous atmosphere emanating from them, Pip was unable to move. When he ran a beat later and received the umbrella, Pip's eyes were completely focused on one of the master's shoulders.
A man who held an umbrella over her shoulders, soaking them with water, and a woman who didn't even smile at all.
What on earth will happen between those two? The young master will soon meet Lady Leichnen. Is there a plan for this?
A rumble of thunder shook the earth and poured down upon the pavilion.
There was no way of knowing whether the whiteness before her eyes was due to the lightning or the ominous hand that seemed to be strangling her throat, but one thing was certain.
She remembers seeing a man force a gift on her that she didn't want, and thinking to herself just once, "Could it be that he really wants that?"
As soon as Emilia thought of the possibility, she immediately denied it. She was scared. She felt suffocated.
It was something that she never dared to imagine, something that could never happen, something that should never happen, even when she was young and looked up to him like a star.
The name Meyer is so heavy and deadly that it sweeps away all other emotions. She can't bear it anymore, and she doesn't want to bear it.
“I almost opened it here.”
Hardius grabbed Emilia's hand and pressed it against his chest. The man's heart pounding beneath his solid muscles made Emilia shiver.
“But you never looked at me. Not even once. And you still say it’s not cruel?”
Emilia felt dizzy. She felt short of breath, and her heart was about to burst.
“Do you think I’m stupid? Come on, do you think that if you make it look good, what difference will it make? If there’s one thing I want the least in the world, it’s to be called a Duchess. Of all people, it’s the man who turned his back on me, threatened me, and ruined me!”
Kwakwang! The thunder that had come over the mountain ridge struck the sky once again as if it were splitting it. Emilia's heart pounded even harder.
“You are the most cowardly person I have ever seen! What are you talking about?! Duchess? Are you saying that I am cruel? Say whatever you want, do you think I will be swayed? I feel like going to His Majesty the King right now and telling him everything you have done and begging him to break off the engagement?”
Emilia was screaming, her whole body shaking.
“The conclusion has already been decided. We will break off the engagement and go our separate ways.”
“No, it’s too late for that, Emilia.”
Hardius released the grip he had been holding onto as if he was going to break it. He gently stroked the nape of her neck as if compensating for the pain he had caused her.
“Stop... Stop it...”
Instead of answering, Hardius pulled her waist tightly.
Emilia squirmed. The man had easily subdued her limbs, as if he would not allow a struggle.
The body that had been pushing the man hit the pillar in reaction. As if he had been waiting, Hardius pushed his body forward with all his might. Trapped behind the pillar and in front of the man’s body, Emilia was becoming helpless again.
“I’ll take advantage of every opportunity. There’s no reason why not now.”
He grabbed Emilia's wrists and tied them in front of her dantian. Then he bent down. He licked her lips lightly, paused as if trying to catch his breath, and licked them again.
“Open, Emilia.”
Hardius whispered into her lips, which were tightly closed like a clam.
“Don’t let me violate you.”
You crazy kid.
He definitely meant to say that.
But her body wouldn't listen. Emilia felt the man's lips repeatedly touching her, on the vague border between permission and refusal. He bit her as if he was going to crush her, then released her, then sucked her persistently and released her again...
As the short but intense contact continued, her head became empty, and her blood boiled.
Raina is right. This is a completely different realm from sublime spiritual love.
There is something completely beyond logic and reason that has nothing to do with loving and caring for herself more.
Does this man think that alone is enough to make her a Duchess?
Emilia looked up and stared straight at him. As always, Hardius met her gaze with cold eyes.
Something like anger welled up again from the depths of her chest.
“What you said... is impossible. Absolutely... I don’t like it. Nothing will change even if you do this.”
“Yeah, I guess it won’t change anything.”
“Why are you doing this when you know?!”
The man's hand that had been holding her wrist tightly began to gently rub the delicate flesh inside. The sensation brought about by the small, light touch was unbearably erotic.
Emilia tried to push away the hot feeling while strengthening her legs, which kept giving out.
“The more this goes on... I’ll hate you even more. I’ll hate you endlessly, and you’ll be left with nothing but an empty shell.”
"I don't care."
Hardius pressed his lips to the pure white nape of her neck.
“At least give me the shell.”
“Really mean and... dirty...”
Emilia, who was racking her brain to find the most evil expression, was speechless for a moment.
She felt so absurd about being like that.
How can words and actions be so different? Even that man sees through it all.
The miserable Emilia, who gives in too easily, becomes corrupt and falls apart so helplessly.
“...you will regret it.”
Even if she chews and swallows his brain, the man doesn't waver at all.
Instead, he laughed. The lips that touched the nape of her neck began to suck and lick gently, drawing a twisted curve.
Emilia melted again in an instant. Even though she was fighting with all her might, the pleasure was fiercely heating her blood and taking away all her will.
"it's crazy..."
“Yeah, I know. I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t control it.”
Hardius, who had come down her neck, was already kneeling and pulling up her skirt. Emilia closed her eyes.
The sound of the rain is still pleasant, and the man is incredibly gentle.
She swallowed everything. Morality, common sense, the last remaining will, even the thought of being dirty. She only hoped that the pouring rain would hide all these evils.
The flames that shot out from her dantian coalesced into a huge fireball that seemed as if it would engulf her entire body. At that moment of crisis, when it seemed as if something would pour out at any moment, he suddenly stood up. And then he lowered his hands.
Emilia screamed and dug her nails into his shoulders.
She wished it had moved more like a machine, like it did in the barn.
The gentle, slow back and forth completely broke Emilia down. The man with jet-black hair tickling her temples, the man blurred with desire, the thick, blue forest, the sound of thunder splitting the sky.
It was all beautiful.
"Ah!"
Emilia, who had thrown her head back, had forgotten many things. When the intense climax came without stopping, and she felt worn out, only then did Hardius give her permission.
He put his arm into the trembling woman’s groin and lifted her up high. Just before he started his deep and unstoppable penetration, he grabbed her limp hand and made her place it on his shoulder. Emilia instinctively raised her fingernails. She was about to tear his shirt and his solid muscles.
“Yeah, if you’re sick, that’s how it is...”
Before he could finish his sentence, Hardius had the woman in one go.
Emilia, unable to bear it any longer, dug her nails in once more. She thought that would be enough to stop him, but Hardius found himself unable to keep even the promise he had made just a few seconds ago.
“Fuck, Emilia...”
The small body hit the pillar with a thud, thud, and the beautiful gold thread was scattered without mercy.
“Why did you... treat me... so... cruelly...”
Hardius, who had been moving slowly, suddenly shuddered and turned violently. He struck with such force that it seemed as if her small body would be split in two, and then with even more force, lightning struck in an instant. Hardius was shattered into pieces. He buried his teeth into the pure white nape of her neck and poured out everything inside the woman.
***
What woke the two people up was the sound of rain. The sky, darkened by darkness, occasionally spewed out thunder and lightning, and rain poured down without stopping.
Hardius took out a handkerchief and wiped both their bodies clean. He also made sure that his clothes and Emilia's were perfectly tidy.
She looked exactly the same as when she first arrived, with her messy hair gathered and tucked behind her ear.
While the traces of the tense affair were being collected, Emilia kept her eyes down and said not a word.
The pale face really looks like an empty shell.
'You'll regret it.'
Those cold words belatedly come to her heart. There was a moment when she forgot her promise not to hurt anyone and rushed in roughly again...
I doesn't care.
Hardius swallowed the words that had become a habit, and pulled her slightly trembling shoulders with force. The soft hair tickled his chin, and their sides touched.
How can you be so sweet even in moments like this?
He pressed his body against hers and opened the umbrella with his other hand. With a snap, a small shadow appeared over the heads of the two.
She walked diligently toward the villa. As she listened to the sound of the rain pouring down on her head, a moment of realization came to her.
The reason her heart doesn't calm down is not because of the climax.
Maybe it was because she was afraid, she thought quietly.
***
“For now, I’ll put some water and food here, and just in case, I’ll put some under the fountain too.”
Pip pushed the bowl into the empty space under the pavilion without even daring to turn his head toward the master.
“Don’t worry, I’ll come and change his water and food whenever I have time.”
Charlotte was the only one who nodded to Pip's words. The young master and the woman were completely speechless and looked in different directions.
“Thank you so much for your generous forgiveness.”
Pip said this and glanced at Charlotte.
No matter how much he looks at the hideous lump that takes up half of his face and the small eye sockets that look like buttonholes, he can't get used to it. It gives him goosebumps, as if he's seen a marten.
Nevertheless, Pip felt as if he could grab the one-eyed girl and give her a kiss. Thanks to that girl, the lord's wrath was averted, and the whole commotion was calmed down.
“Come play anytime. You may not be able to tame it, but if you feed it, it will become attached to you. At least it won’t run away.”
"...yes..."
The child nodded vigorously, but kept her dark face fixed in the direction of her older sister.
“Let’s go now, Charlotte.”
The short-haired woman grabbed the child's hand. Pip's eyes involuntarily turned to the table.
The food had been cold for a long time, and no one had touched it.
Pip had been expecting this to some extent ever since the young master and the woman returned empty-handed.
Even if that one-eyed girl is blind, there's no way she wouldn't notice the ominous vibe coming from those two people.
The two entered the house together, each armed with achromatic colors. Overwhelmed by the ominous atmosphere emanating from them, Pip was unable to move. When he ran a beat later and received the umbrella, Pip's eyes were completely focused on one of the master's shoulders.
A man who held an umbrella over her shoulders, soaking them with water, and a woman who didn't even smile at all.
What on earth will happen between those two? The young master will soon meet Lady Leichnen. Is there a plan for this?
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