Misfortune 77

Chapter 77

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It was different from the fierce kiss last time.

Instead of abruptly devouring and biting her, his lips gently parted and entered. Careful yet persistent, slow yet never backing down.

Delinia's hand, which had reflexively risen, slowly descended again. She neither struck him nor pushed him away.

As if her gesture had been a signal, Roan began to explore her mouth in earnest, wrapping his tongue around hers and mixing his warm breath with hers.

After playing with her soft, supple lips with his tongue and teeth for a while, he briefly let her go. Her lips, slightly swollen by then, glistened with saliva.

The mixture of fluids, indistinguishable as to whose they were, wasn’t unpleasant. Thinking that her lower body  would likely be no different made it even more so.

"Ugh!"

As Roan suddenly grabbed her waist, a gasp escaped her lips.

He eagerly swallowed even that sound as he took a step forward. The indifferent mask she had been wearing like armor fell helplessly to the floor.

He reached the bed in a few steps and laid the woman on the bedding where he had always rested his body. Then, without hesitation, he climbed onto her slender, delicate body.

The woman kept her eyes tightly closed. As if she were a virgin sacrifice offered to the sea god.

The delusion that she could atone for her sins with her own body seemed to persist. But now that it had come to this, the term "delusion" needed to be corrected.

Yes. It had come to this.

Even though all the patience he had endured was turned into bubbles in an instant, he grabbed the woman's chest without a moment of hesitation. He swallowed the empty realization in his mouth along with the peak.

Unlike the sharp moans escaping her lips, the woman had soft, warm skin. Even a gentle touch made his palm—and his mind—melt like mud.

It was completely different from his rock-hard physique. It was astonishing that such a soft body could belong to a human being like her.

How soft could it possibly be?

Without suppressing the desire to find out, his hand slid down her skin.

"Ah……………!"

As the hand suddenly intruded between the rolled-up hem of her nightgown, Delnia involuntarily let out a gasp and twisted her body.

To be honest, Delnia wasn't particularly surprised by the fact that she was doing this with him. Even though she hadn't fully realized it herself, perhaps she had already made up her mind to some extent.

However, there was a gap between what she had prepared herself for and what she was actually experiencing that she had never imagined.

Having someone else touch her body wasn’t something that felt particularly awkward to her. It was a part of her daily routine, whether it was receiving assistance during baths or changing clothes with the help of maids.

But the hands touching her body now were different. Every time those hands, with their explicit purpose, touched her skin, she felt so ashamed she wanted to bite her tongue.

But what was even more unbearable was watching the man who was touching her.

So she closed her eyes to block out the sight, but as the world plunged into darkness, the touch on her body felt eerily vivid. As if only that hand and herself remained in the world.

But she lacked the courage to open her eyes again, so she had to endure the crisis she had created for herself.

For a moment, she thought she heard a low chuckle. But nothing was as clear as the large hands caressing her body.

Wherever his touch passed, it felt like a burn, so intense that she feared the mark would never fade.

Then, at one point, the sleeve that had been precariously draped over her arm suddenly slipped down. At the same time, an ominous sound like fabric tearing echoed in her ears.

Before she could even think, "Could it be?" she felt a chill on her skin. It was as if she had been stripped naked, with not a single thread left on her body.

Her eyes flew open involuntarily. And at that very moment, as if he had been waiting for it, their eyes met.

Delnia couldn't even confirm what was happening to her, but she took his gaze in stride.

And Roan silently gazed down at the woman's naked body, even in the darkness.

Her skin, as white as milk, stirred a primal desire akin to hunger yet distinct from it. His throat was so parched it ached.

He wanted to fill his mouth with her entire body and roll it around. He wanted no part of her body to remain untouched by his tongue.

But it was impossible, and even if it were possible, there was no time for it. There was no room for such indulgence.

He instinctively knew what he desired most at that moment. Therefore, he hesitated not a moment to act on it.

“Wait, just a moment…”

The sensation of bare skin touching the deepest part of her made Delnia flail her hands in the air like someone drowning.

He had invaded a place where no one’s touch had ever reached before. It was impossible not to be afraid in this completely different situation.

Of course, it was a meaningless resistance. Roan was in a state where he had no rationality left to even hear her voice.

He bound her wrists with absurd ease. Then, suddenly bending down, he swallowed the tears pooled in the frightened woman’s eyes.

There was no particular reason. It was just that her eyelids, which were redder than usual, somehow seemed sweet.

"Ah……………!"

And while the woman was startled by his sudden action and momentarily relaxed her guard, he plunged into her like a surprise attack.

Delnia trembled violently from the unfamiliar, piercing pain that coursed through her entire body. The suppressed groan that escaped between his teeth was drowned out by her own scream, which she had not yet managed to swallow.

But the ruthless man never backed down. Like a predator that refuses to release its teeth until its prey's breath is cut off.

After catching his breath for a moment, Roan pushed his hips upward again, continuing to penetrate her deeply.

Each time, Delnia couldn't help but writhe her body. She was a woman born with the innate ability to arouse him in any way. The fact that she herself was completely unaware of this made her even more despicable.

If he were to thrust all the way in at once.

Even if she clung to him, crying and begging, he would never give in.

Just thinking about it made his nerves feel like they were being pulled taut. But he clenched his teeth and summoned his patience.

Because if he did, this little woman might truly break apart.

But he had no intention of backing down. That was the limit of his patience.

He slowly pried open the tightly clenched flesh and entered inside. The sensation was so tight and overwhelming that it made his head spin.

A painfully intense pleasure coursed through his entire body. Above all, the sensation of having conquered the deepest part of this woman sent shivers down his spine.

“Ah, ah…”

At some point, the sharp sobs began to mix with moans. The sound of bare skin rubbing against the thickening moisture shattered the night's silence.

As his movements grew easier, he gasped for breath, rough and hot, and locked eyes with the woman, who was consumed by passion.

What do I want to do with you?

That was a question that had been lingering inside him for a long time. Since the Admiral had asked him where he wanted to place her. Since Roan had requested the emperor to make her his slave.

No, perhaps from the moment he encountered the woman fleeing through the secret passage of Belfort Castle.

But now he thought he understood.

Whether she was called a fallen noblewoman, the emperor's gift, a slave, or a concubine... no matter how the names attached to this woman changed with time and circumstances, her essence had never changed for a single moment.

The desire that had been lurking at the very beginning and the deepest depths had always been one and the same.

He wanted this woman.

The woman he wanted to make cry. The woman he wanted to hurt. The woman he ultimately had to hate.

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It felt as though the seal had been broken. Or as though the leash restraining a mad dog had finally snapped.

Those were days that could only be described in such terms.

Once the reins were loosened, Roan pounced on her without restraint.

When their eyes met, when their hands brushed against each other, or even when they were simply alone in the same space.

The triggers were endless, and each time, the flame ignited without fail.

"Wait…"

"No."

He gently pushed aside her struggling hands and climbed on top of her again and again.

All the woman could do was gasp beneath him. As if nothing else was permitted to her. As if she were living solely to receive him.

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