Chapter 20
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A groan escaped from his mouth. A stream of hot semen filled her inner walls, spreading between her folds. The base of his penis, inserted inside her, twitched violently and spurted out every last drop inside her.
"Ah, hmm... Ha... Ha..."
The rough breathing of the man and woman who had reached climax together intertwined. The lingering heat of their passionate lovemaking made her feel as if she might suffocate.
After the intense sex had ended and had been catching her breath for a while, Rosette tried to sit up.
His penis inside her began to harden again. Theo even moved his hips gently, stimulating Rosette once more. As a result, his semen began to flow out slowly.
When she looked up at him with a stunned expression, Theo’s red pupils seemed to glow with even more heat. She felt as if he was burning even more intensely than before, and she tried to resist him by sitting up, but…
"Ah!"
Theodore picked up Rosette's body like a child, sat her on top of him, grabbed her hips, and began to move again.
"Ah...! Oh, wait, the stimulation is too strong...! Ah..."
He grabbed her hips and began to thrust violently, lifting her up and down. She was taught that once men ejaculated, it would be over, but he was the opposite.
It was the beginning of an endless union.
In that dazed state, Rosette's consciousness gradually became overwhelmed by pleasure once again. The only choice Rosette had now was to surrender her body to him and gasp for breath.
The room they were in was soon filled with the sounds of moaning and intense lovemaking.
And although she didn't know it, Theodore's dazed pupils were regaining their original sharpness.
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It was a time of darkness, resembling an abyss that swallowed up everything around it. That day was the very day known as the Night of Blood. The imperial palace, filled with screams, resembled a blood-stained eve of celebration.
A blood-red feast was unfolding there.
Theodore Alexius, who looked like he had been drenched in red paint, resembled a demon. The current emperor, Perseus, knew all too well that the bright red liquid on his body belonged to Theo’s brothers.
Despite his instinctive fear, he did not forget that he was the proud emperor of a great empire. He spoke arrogantly and sent a contemptuous glance at his son, Theodore. It was the contempt that lay at the core of Emperor Perseus's being.
"You filthy bastard. I should have killed you long ago instead of banishing you."
"Do not forget that even that filthy bastard was born from your seed."
"I have never once considered you my son. If I could go back in time, I would have cut the newborn's throat first."
“I too hated the filthy blood flowing through my veins every day. That feeling of self-loathing… you will never understand it.”
“If I had known you harbored a knife in your heart, I would never have taken you in, even for a moment.”
The reason for taking in Theodore was to use him, humiliate him, and solidify his succession—a fact Theodore knew better than anyone, and it was an undeniable truth.
Theodore clenched his fists in unbearable anger. He felt disgusted with Perseus when he spoke like he was showing him mercy.
"You ruined my life and my mother's life, and now you're talking big. I'll see if you can talk like that in the afterlife."
"I can't even remember your mother's face, so I guess she wasn't very good at nighttime activities. She must have been pretty ugly. Well, that's why I never went back to her."
Perseus, the emperor who was the source of this chaos and the embodiment of evil. At his insult, sparks flew from Theodore’s red eyes. The veins on his hand, which held the sword, bulged as if they would burst, and uncontrollable anger enveloped his entire body, threatening to explode.
"It was not I who killed your proud sons, Emperor Perseus. No, now that I am taking your place, you will no longer be emperor."
Theodore's low voice, chillingly full of murderous intent, grew even lower. His body, expressing a terrifying rage that made one's hair stand on end, erupted with powerful magic. The red aura surrounding his sword. Theodore, who had reached the level of a sword master, had a sword aura that matched the color of his eyes, and the blade seemed to crave more blood, as if it were already drenched in it.
As he took each step toward Perseus, his rough gait exuded an overwhelming sense of pressure.
It was a killing intent strong enough to make ordinary people faint, but the emperor was also someone who could wield magic. He steadfastly endured Theodore's anger with his entire body and began to continue his prepared words.
"If you kill me, you will die too."
"So?"
"You will spend your life feeling the agony of burning fire, living a life comparable to that of a beast. At times, the pain will be so intense that you will wish to end your own life."
"I don't care."
"Even if you live, it won't be living, and an endless hell will unfold before your eyes. There will be times when you beg to be killed, but even that won't be easy, and you will be going mad.”
Perseus smiled maniacally at Theodore, who was slowly approaching him.
Facing death, he laughed like a madman who had lost his sanity. His bloodshot eyes and maddened pupils stared directly at Theodore's killing intent. Theodore looked into Perseus's eyes and spoke each word of the final words he had been repeating to himself for the past few years with all his strength.
"Even if I kill you now and fall into the depths of hell, I will not regret it."
With those words, Theodore's sharp sword, imbued with magic, pierced Perseus's chest.
At the same time, a blinding light poured out from the necklace around Perseus's neck, piercing Theodore's body and shattering it into pieces.
The necklace was a royal heirloom, and the emperor's death was the condition for the curse to take effect.
Theodore ascended to the throne as emperor shortly after the incident. He was given the nickname "the emperor born of blood." And there was one more thing.
Theodore, who had been cursed by the necklace, experienced symptoms about once a month.
The imperial curse brought with it excruciating pain and high fever, as if his entire body were burning. Theodore made it a habit to immerse himself in cold water when his temperature reached high.
When the madness struck, he would slaughter without pause to forget the pain.
Though Theodore was accustomed to enduring pain, the burning sensation of the curse was something he could not easily adapt to. When he could not control it, he would lose himself to the curse and inflict wounds on his own body.
Theodore's curse, which only his closest confidants knew about, did not improve no matter what they tried. If it weren't for his strong willpower, he might have been consumed by the curse long ago.
However, when he first touched Rosette's body in the water, he felt an inexplicable sensation. Theodore’s body, which had been burning with fever, showed an amazing compatibility with hers.
The parts of his body that touched hers felt cool, as if he had applied the highest-grade potion, giving him a sense of stability. It was an instinctive attraction. Theodore had a premonition that this woman might play an important role in his life.
A small ripple formed in the depths of his heart, which had been submerged for so long.
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Another day passed, and dawn broke once more.
The marble floor of the emperor's chamber where Theodore resided was littered with torn dresses, scattered tea leaves with their lids open, and crumpled handkerchiefs. The traces of their passionate encounter were evident in various spots.
He couldn't even remember how many times they had made love. His member, which had already ejaculated countless times inside Rosette, once again violently erupted with white fluid inside her.
"Ahh...! Ahhh!"
Rosette's abdomen, filled with his semen, burned like it was on fire.
Day had turned to night and back again, meaning they had spent more than a full day together. After finishing another ejaculation, Theodore slowly moved his hips back and forth, as if marking his female, rubbing against Rosette's inner walls.
His penis, having finished ejaculating, seemed to pull out all the way to the tip, then slowly sank back in again, as if he was trying to spread his semen throughout every corner of her vagina. He repeated this action, and Rosette could only let out intermittent moans from the unceasing stimulation.
"Huh, uh... Stop..."
The area where they were joined was soaked with the milky fluid that Theodore had released throughout the night. Even his newly ejaculated semen had no place to go and seeped out through the narrow gaps. As if that were not enough, Theodore gently caressed Rosette's breasts and thrust his hips deeply once more.
Squish, squish.
The sound of their flesh slapping against each other as they rubbed the fluid-soaked junction was incredibly erotic. And Rosette, who had endured him all night, already knew. That it would start again soon.
His member, which still hadn't lost its rigidity, tormented her in an unusual way.
Theodore's bloodshot eyes had regained their clear, natural color.
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