TPOP 89

Chapter 89

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It still bothered him that he couldn't find Diana whenever he wanted, but it was good to see her complexion much brighter than before. What's more, today, for the first time in ages, she reached out to touch his face and made an effort to meet his gaze. She even said some rather cute things.

Diana had poured out the words she'd been holding in her heart for him. The fact itself mattered more than the content.

She was truly an irresistibly lovely woman. Lovely—yes, that was the precise word.

Felix knew exactly when and to whom ordinary people used that expression. He had learned it long ago from the Empress.

The Empress would take her son's hand several times a day, meet his eyes, and call him 'lovely child'. The gentle warmth in her eyes and tone wasn't confined solely to her son's presence. Felix often observed the subjects the Empress deemed "lovely."

Most were human, but occasionally they were animals, plants, or even objects. These things were generally beautiful to behold, possessed a soft texture, and held a pleasant warmth.

"If being near them makes you smile for no reason, if sometimes just looking at them makes you feel so tender it brings tears to your eyes, if you feel they are special in a way nothing else can replace—that means you find them lovely, my dear."

Felix recited her words like a formula, yet he felt little emotion. This was the first time in his life he had found someone who fit that formula so perfectly.

It was also the first time he'd found such satisfaction in something other than painting. Diana made Felix realize why the adjective 'lovely’ even existed.

The one and only, irreplaceable, special one. His intensely lovely one.

Diana repeatedly pursed her small lips, then flicked her tongue over them. Her mouth felt dry, so she swallowed, then, perhaps wanting to check his expression, she gently traced the curve of his lips with her finger.

Wasn't this enough to show her heart had softened somewhat? From the moment he spotted Diana in front of the sofa, the blood rushing to his lower body had already climbed up to his navel.

Felix blatantly rubbed his lower body against her thigh. Diana's gaze still wavered as if frightened, but her body was noticeably less tense than before.

She certainly seemed more composed than when confined in the palace. Felix restrained his surging passion and coaxed her.

"This place doesn't suit you, Diana. I won't keep you here long."

"......"

"Nothing will change. There won't be any duties you must fulfill, nor anyone who dares to doubt you. If you stay by my side without harboring ill will, if you simply remain quiet, you can have everything I possess."

Felix whispered, tracing the corner of Diana's eye.

"Open these eyes again too."

"……."

"Just see me, see my world through your eyes, and your thoughts will change. It will be more beautiful than any place you've ever lived. Far more than your homeland."

Diana, who had been listening silently, gave a weak sneer.

Well…

If he truly wanted to open my eyes, he should have done it long ago. Not like this, as a condition of a deal.

“…Have you finished the painting?”

“No.”

“You won’t complete it?”

“Later. I have plenty of time.”

He wouldn’t. Diana inwardly sneered at his arrogance.

This charade would end this week. She had one week left—no, perhaps even less. The day she would praise his world would never come.

"Right now, something else is more urgent."

The man's desire, palpable between her legs, swelled blatantly. The fact that this was truly the end pushed Diana forward.

A familiar grip seized her breast. The force kneading it, forcing flesh to spill over the front of her dress, made her breath catch involuntarily.

"Ah..."

Felix then slid his hand down her slender back and parted the folds of her skirt. The moment his warmth touched her bare thigh, a thrilling sensation shot through her like sparks flying.

Kneading one of Diana's buttocks, Felix tilted his upper body sideways. He fumbled impatiently at the side table, found something, and tossed it into his mouth. Diana's fingertips, still resting between his jaw and neck, felt the thick movement of his Adam's apple.

What did he swallow?

But before she could think deeply, the sensation of her hips parting was vivid. Felix, gripping both her buttocks and spreading them wide, found the hidden entrance within and pushed his index finger inside.

The inner walls, narrowed again over the past month, clamped down fiercely on the intruder spreading them open. The dry vaginal walls protested with a stinging ache.

The hand circling her clit to heighten Diana's arousal was impatient. The sensitive flesh, long shrunk small and hidden away, stirred a sharp pleasure. Diana's hips instinctively bucked.

"Ugh...!"

The finger filling her hole bent wildly. Perhaps because it had been so long, every spot he thrust and rubbed swelled sensitively.

At some point, a squelching sound emerged, and the vaginal opening gripping his finger became moistly wet. Felix pressed Diana tightly against him, sucking her earlobe and burying his nose in her neck. His breath, frantically inhaling her scent, was as chaotic as she felt.

The skirt of her barely removed maid's uniform was crumpled in disarray. The fingers stretching Diana's opening gradually increased to two, then three.

"Ah! This, ugh!"

Just as she writhed, feeling as if her insides would tear, the foreign object slid out in one swift motion.

Simultaneously, the glans pushed up against her thoroughly soaked opening. When had he undone his fly? His cock, hot as a fireball, mercilessly pried open her lower hole. Diana's dark vision flickered and flashed.

"Ah, not yet, hyaaah...!"

"Huh, kkk."

The throbbing walls from the entrance made the veins on Felix's neck bulge. Damn it, it had been a full month. His cock, suffering withdrawal symptoms, cheered at the sticky, clinging walls. He was careful not to accidentally hit her cervix, but in the end, he couldn't hold back without thrusting his hips. Diana let out a short scream.

"Ah...!"

The penetration deepened in one swift motion. Diana lifted her chin, trembling, and suddenly began fumbling aimlessly at her belly. It was a size that felt overwhelming no matter how she held it. It had been so long that her belly ached with the effort. Felix hurriedly supported the back of her head.

"Why, does it hurt?"

"...It's... big..."

"What did you say?"

Diana pressed her forehead against his firm shoulder like a frightened young animal. Even inside her womb, the constantly swelling member felt like it would burst her insides.

Its shape seemed to be etched into her flesh. Even though she had never actually seen what it looked like. Just like the contours of this man's face, this heavy flesh would probably be impossible to forget.

That's why she hated it.

She hated this man who tried to dominate her to the very end, hated him to death. That must be why tears welled up endlessly.

"Deep... ah, it's too big, mmm...!"

The man's laughter fell into Diana's ear. She was crying, yet he was laughing. An indescribable sense of loss surged from that gap.

Why a sense of loss? She never possessed him, so there was nothing to lose…

Diana's face, buried against Felix's neck, contorted horribly. The pleasure was oppressive as always, and the unwanted climax robbed her of reason. A few thrusts later, Diana's head tilted back completely. But this was merely the starting point.

Pleasure crossed the line of reason had drawn. His rock-hard body thrust Diana upward with frenzied force. Unable to move as he wished due to their position, he lifted both her thighs upward like a frog's legs and drove himself into her purely with the strength of his arms.

Even as he fearfully thrust deep inside Diana, Felix buried his face in her palms. He licked them with his tongue, using her slender fingers to trace the bridge of his nose and the contours of his eyes. She couldn't help but see it, even if she didn't want to. The way his eyes were distorted with pleasure, the hot breath pouring continuously from his parted lips, the fact that his body temperature was boiling far hotter than hers.

"Ah, ahhh...!"

But this too would be blessed by oblivion, gradually fading from memory.

Felix raced after pleasure like a racehorse whose reins had been cut. Diana clung to him, throwing herself over the crest of ecstasy. The distant climax seemed to have no end.

That dawn, the Emperor of Karman passed away. His death came sooner than expected.