TPOP 39

Chapter 39

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Instinctively searching for something to sketch, Felix's hand stopped, weighing the importance of finding a blank sheet of paper to draw her on versus keeping her image in his mind for a few moments longer.

He didn't have to give up one for the other; all he had to do was get her to hold this expression. He'd lost it once before, and he didn't want to make the same mistake again. Felix gripped his pencil tighter, looked at her, and asked.

"What are the springs of Ballestega like, I'm just curious, so let go of any unnecessary wariness."

"...It's a beautiful... place... a place where humans can return to their original form and be one with nature... there is no need for anything man-made there."

He understood why she took off her shoes.

"What shape does a spirit take?"

"Spirits have no fixed form. They change their appearance according to the landscape around them, or become whatever their favorite humans want them to be. They are kind and compassionate."

Unlike some people. Diana swallowed the impudent thought silently.

She heard the soft scraping of graphite, and as she pursed her lips, wondering if he was drawing, another question came to mind.

"Is the water elemental the closest to you?"

"...Yes. Because I was born by the water..."

"By the water?"

"I don't know exactly how I was born, there was no one to tell me, not even the spirits."

Diana didn’t know why she was taken away from her parents and raised in a remote spring. Her parents whispered to her that she would learn everything when she turned ten, but she never celebrated her tenth birthday in Dortes.

"If you grew up in the spring, the only beings you'd know in Dortes would be the spirits."

"Yes..."

After that, she was taken prisoner by the Imperials, and after that...

Diana's complexion paled at the thought of Hilde. Felix changed the subject, as if sensing the change in her.

"Do you think I should let you go out in the forest occasionally?"

"...!"

Diana’s head shot up. Felix was leaning against the window sill, slightly out of Diana's line of sight, but not uncomfortably so. Diana's jewel-green eyes sparkled with excitement and anticipation.

"Are you sure you can do that?"

"Yes."

Felix glanced at the sketch, which was finished in a flash. It was far from realistic, but it was his most satisfying work of late. It wouldn't be hard to transfer it to canvas.

But there was nothing below the neck of the woman lying on the paper. Now it was time to paint the rest of her body.

"Take everything off. From top to bottom."

Blood immediately drained from Diana's cheeks. Felix was not surprised, for he had expected this reaction, which was why he had drawn her face first.

Diana hesitated and asked in a barely audible voice.

"If I do that, will you let me go outside?"

"If you need me to confirm it twice, yes."

It wasn't a proposal, it was an order. Nevertheless, in a rare act of kindness that only happened once in a decade, Felix clarified.

"I'll let you go when the outline is completely finished. Two hours, three hours, or half a day, as long as you want."

Diana sucked in a breath, held it, then stopped completely. Felix watched patiently as the hesitation slowly faded from her green eyes.

Diana slowly undid her still-damp apron.

Half a day. Even half a day...

She undid the buttons that held her blouse to her chest, one by one. The thirst for the forest air grew stronger the farther she was away from it.

After all, she had no right to refuse, her inner voice whispered slyly. If I hold out just one more time, I can keep going into the forest. Maybe I can meet one of the spirits that live there?

If she found just one, she might be able to escape the hunting grounds and flee to the mountains. The thought alone sent shivers down her spine.

Still, it was not easy to undress in front of a man. Fortunately, he continued talking.

"Are you the only woman who was raised by the spirits in the spring?"

"I have never seen another human."

"To what extent can you communicate with the spirits?"

"Not directly, but when I'm in trouble or need help, they come to my aid..."

As she diligently tried to answer, she suddenly realized it was time to take off the coarse slip.

This time, Felix removed it himself, the thin string sliding across her skin as he touched it. The moment he did, Diana felt a tingle of tension run through her body, from her fingertips to her wrists, arms, and shoulders.

Goosebumps rose on her bare breasts. She absentmindedly rubbed her hands together, forgetting that she'd even stopped answering his questions.

The only thing covering her now was the sash around her hips. As the pencil continued to scratch, Diana lowered her head further. The man's silence made her uneasy. Her face flushed even more, as more of her bare skin was exposed.

Please, anything is fine, just say something again...

Scratch, scratch. The pencil's speed slowed. Instead of bold lines, the lead made short, precise movements, as if to delineate details. When Felix spoke again, Diana turned her head at an almost right angle.

"Why didn't the spirits heal your eyes?"

"I don't know about that; they don't seem to consider my body as an object of purification, and, uh-"

The question that had gotten her attention was quite welcome. Diana started to answer quickly, but groaned softly. The man's hand without the pencil touched her left hip lightly and then moved away, a silent command to continue undressing.

"I have never tested the limits of the power of purification on a human..."

It was almost as if she was saying that she'd recklessly used a power she couldn't handle on the Crown Prince, but neither of them seemed to notice the oddity. Diana stammered, touching the last scrap of fabric on her body. Felix barely had time to enjoy her reaction as he concentrated on moving his pencil.

The tight girdle around her hips clung to her thighs, refusing to come off easily. Diana gripped the window sill with one hand and pulled off the last of her undergarments. The thin fabric grazed her ankles and then fell away. Now there was nothing left to cover her body.

Diana's mouth went dry in the silence, where not even her breathing could be heard.

There were no more questions now. Even if the man asked something, she wouldn't have the leisure to answer. Even without any words or actions, her skin trembled.

The air, which had been growing hotter and hotter, suddenly reached a peak. The eerie silence was shattered when someone began to move.

"...the sketch..."

Thud. Felix let the pencil drop, it went rolling across the paper. His gaze, which had completely left the sketch, was now cloudy with a heated intensity.

"A bust should be enough."

He grabbed Diana by the waist and lifted her up, pencils and scraps of paper scattering loudly on the floor.

Felix pushed her onto the sofa. Her silver hair was tousled and whipped across the velvet cloth. When he squeezed her breasts, her white flesh spilled between his fingers.

He sucked on her nipples like he was squeezing ripe fruit. Diana cried out, twisting her shoulders.

"Master, slow. Slow... Aah!"

Her skin was moisturized and glistening, perhaps because she had just returned from a walk by the water. Her tear-filled eyes and unusually red lips seemed to tempt him.

A chill ran down his spine. From the crown of his head to his back. Today, it was today.

Today, he had to go through with this.

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"Ugh! Ha!"

An unfamiliar sound had been thumping in Diana's ears just moments ago. It was so strange.

The sound was coming from her own mouth.

"Ah, master, not there, no..."

As her left nipple connected with the man's lips, Diana spread her thighs in surprise. She was spread open like a frog, but there was time to feel shame.

As he bit her nibble and rubbed the tip with his hot tongue, she heard a loud sucking sound. It was as if her soul was being sucked out of her body. A tight pressure settled deep in her navel, and an unfamiliar sensation spread between her legs.

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