Dang Dang~!
The bells of the upcoming wedding rang everywhere.
Even though the sound was clear and clear, the veiled woman's face instantly darkened.
"...Oh!"
The sudden headache seemed to make her scream, so Shioana quickly covered her mouth with a veil.
"Hah."
When she looked up slowly, she saw her unattractive face in the mirror.
"Are you really getting married?"
Her eyes, staring strongly into the mirror, curled up at her sneeringly.
A pure white wedding dress wrapped around the whole body, gloves that reached up to the elbows, and cotton cloth that reached the toes.
It was clear that this moment was not a dream.
"If I gouge out my eyes, I'll stop looking at this shape."
She tried to speak roughly, but her shoulders only shrank even more.
It was then.
The door opened, and she heard heavy footsteps stepping on the carpet. Shr didn't have to look back to know who it was.
Her body reacted first to the familiar body sensation.
"Did you say that if the bride and groom meet before the wedding, they will cheat on you?"
Through the mirror, a man in a black tallcoat with a glass of wine was reflected. As he was sipping his drink, she slowly opened her mouth.
"You should be able to wait until the ceremony."
He stood behind Shioana's back, but she didn't turn to the end. His breath touched the nape of her neck, and goosebumps ran down her spine.
Janggrang.
As if he had picked up a glass and thrown it away, the sweet smell of alcohol vibrated in the waiting room.
"Haven't you learned that when you speak, you look at the other person?"
A rough touch grabbed Shioana's chin.
Etienne's red eyes stared at her intensely. His white-gloved hand rolled down her throat and tugged at the vell.
"I think the dress I bought looks good, Shioana."
Etienne's heart pounded as he licked her lips with her tongue. It was pathetic to react to a man who should be hated.
'You must never find out about this feeling.'
Shioana quickly turned her head, and his hand holding the veil trembled slightly.
"Are you going to not look me in the eye or answer?"
Etienne's low, sunken voice flowed. Sioana struggled to open her mouth, suppressing her emotions.
"...I'm glad we get along well."
She even tried to force a smile at him. Etienne, who was staring at Shioana intently, blew a short whistle.
"Where the hell did Regbel's Shioana go?"
At her old name, which she hadn't heard in a long time, Shioana bit her lips hard.
When she didn't show much reaction, Etienne, who was so angry, turned Shioana's body back completely. The big hand that grabbed her waist tightly seemed to tear her to pieces like this.
"Do you think I'll let you go if you do this?"
"Etienne, no. Your Excellency, Duke Bernhard. Why the hell..."
"...Your Excellency."
Etienne's red eyes lit up with flames as he untied the crobat around his neck. She could vividly feel how much he hated Shioana.
Overcome by her desperate feelings, she screamed with all her might.
"Why do you want to marry me when you hate me so badly?"
Not the first time, but twice.
If the goal is to make her suffer, there must be another way.
"This will make us both even more unhappy..."
At Shioana's sincere appeal, Etienne's eyes curled dangerously.
He bowed his head deeply towards her, and the wind brought them as close as if they could touch their lips, with a veil between them.
"Oh, I think you misunderstand my sincerity."
Surprised, just as she was about to scream, he grabbed a cotton cloth with a rose-patterned embroidery on it. Frightened, Shioana stopped Etienne.
"Don't do this, there's still a chance."
She didn't want to hold this wedding, so she had already begged Etienne many times.
The attempt failed, but Shioana did not give up yet.
"...What opportunities? Do you have a chance to play with other men?"
Etienne let out a gloomy voice with the hem of a cotton cloth between his fingers.
"I said it wasn't like that. Trust me."
Still not letting go of the cotton cloth, he slowly raised his head.
"I think I already told you that I don't believe in you..."
"Where in the world is there a person who wants to marry an unbeliever?"
When she couldn't appeal to her emotions, Shioana encouraged Etienne to think realistically.
"It could really be harder than it is now."
It was sincere.
Shioana already felt like she was standing at the entrance of a burning hell.
"Shioana, you're wrong."
Etienne whispered, grabbing her gloved wrist tightly.
"...Eh, Etienne."
"It couldn't be worse than this moment. You can trust me."
The hand that swept down the weak skin on the inside of her wrist was too hot. Fearful, Shioana tried to take a step back.
"That's right."
Twisting his lips, Etienne grabbed her wrist and pushed her back. A new scream flowed down Shioana's lips as she sat down on the sofa.
"...Ugh."
She closed her eyes in tingling pain and opened her eyes to see Etienne covering her body.
When Shioana, who was trapped between the sofa and him, leaned towards the sofa as much as she could, he laughed bitterly.
"I'm already in hell every day, but aren't you?"
The madness in Etienne's red eyes gave Shioana goosebumps on her arms.
He slowly lowered his head with his arms outstretched beside her ear, whispering in her ear.
"We're already married."
Shioana twisted her upper body to avoid him. However, he was trapped in Etienne's arms and could not be calm.
"Sioana, close your eyes."
"...Ha, don't do it."
Shioana, who read the young excitement in Etienne's eyes, shook her head. The fact that the Duke came to the bride's waiting room would have caused all sorts of rumors, but she couldn't do anything more.
"I say this because I don't want you to get hurt."
However, contrary to what she said, Shioana's shoulders trembled because of how bloody his eyes were.
"I said I didn't like it."
When she refused until the end, Etienne lowered his head to Shioana's lips under the cotton cloth.
"...Eh. Etienne"
Surprised, Shioana grabbed his wrist, and Etienne picked up a cotton cloth and tucked his head Into It.
"...!"
Burning red eyes stared at Shioana's lips.
"It's hard to believe if you tell me to stop with a soaked face."
He pressed his thumb against Shioana's lips and tilted his head.
Soon, he bit her lower lip lightly and quickly put their lips together. Etienne's breath that penetrated into her mouth soon began to scavenge through Shioana's delicate inner flesh.
"Uh, Tien..."
When Shioana sought him out of unbearable excitement, Etienne wrapped his hands around her cheeks instead of parting her lips.
That's how he swallowed all of Shioana's small protests.
The sound of wet friction hit her ears, and her painful sound flowed constantly between their interlocking lips.
"...Ugh."
Shioana, who was intoxicated by the heat that Etienne handed her, couldn't breathe.
She pounded his chest with her fist, but her resistance only multiplied Etienne's excitement.
"...That, stop."
Only then did their lips fall. The two people in the white cotton cloth gasped heavily.
"It's a shame that we have to stop like this."
Etienne, who lightly skimmed Shioana's red lips, which were swollen with a kiss from him, whispered.
"...You really."
Even at this point, Shioana was disillusioned with herself, who could not hate him.
Etienne slowly stood up and touched the crooked crabat.
"Shioana, I don't want to run away."
Then, on his knees, he quietly kissed the crumpled cotton cloth.
"With you, I'm willing to jump into it, even if it's hell. My young lady."
Etienne's red eyes, once her slave and lover, but now the man she should hate, continued to burn.
"...Oh."
Shioana's face was completely distorted.
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