Chapter 5.4

“Would that be okay? You’re the only one who felt good. You didn’t… um…”  

She struggled to find the words. Release. Climax. The terms came to mind, but Rizle was too embarrassed to say them aloud. Still, she couldn’t help but wonder how Heizen had managed to suppress his own desires the last time they were together.

“How did you handle it last time?” 

She asked.  

“I took care of it myself.”  

“Oh… I suppose that makes sense.”  

Of course. What else could he have done? 

Rizle realized how foolish her question had been.

“I thought of you while doing it.” 

Heizen whispered into her ear, his warm breath startling her. Rizle was doubly shocked—first by his admission and then by the way he said it. As she struggled to formulate a response, Heizen continued.

“It’ll be the same today if we stop here.”  

His frankness embarrassed Rizle, but it also piqued her curiosity. 

What exactly had he thought about while pleasuring himself?  

“Did you call my name too?”  

“Yes.”  

Rizle’s face turned red.  

“T-then why didn’t you just… do it back then instead of running away?”  

She mumbled, recalling how she had been too frightened to continue the last time. Rizle imagined Heizen calling her name while touching himself.  

‘Rizle.’  

She pictured him saying her name in a low, sultry voice, his breaths heavy with desire. Knowing that his words wouldn’t reach her must have been agonizing.

“Does that bother you?” 

Heizen asked.  

Rizle took a moment to examine her feelings. She wasn’t upset. If anything, she felt a pang of sympathy. At the same time, she was pleased to know how deeply Heizen desired her.

“It’s a bit embarrassing, but… Heizen, you really do like me, don’t you?”  

Feeling satisfied and a little smug about being loved so much, Rizle momentarily forgot about the discomfort caused by his size. She was about to confess that she had started to like him too when Heizen suddenly moved his hips.

“Hei… Heizen…!”  

He pushed all the way inside her. Rizle’s eyes widened in shock as she gasped for air.

“Can you feel it, Miss Rizle? I’m all the way inside you.”  

Heizen pressed a hand against her abdomen, showing her just how deep he was. Tears welled up in Rizle’s eyes. This time, she didn’t hit his shoulder—she punched his head.

“You didn’t have to tell me that! And you should warn me before doing something like that!”  

Heizen looked at her quietly before smiling.  

‘Did he just smile? I’m mad, and he’s smiling?!’  

Rizle was so incredulous that her fists trembled. She pushed against his chest, and Heizen obligingly sat up.  

Though his member remained inside her, Heizen grabbed her waist and pulled her closer to him.

“Ah…”  

The feeling of him pressing deeper made Rizle grimace. Holding her waist, Heizen began to move.  

“I wasn’t finished talking!”  

When Rizle tried to protest further, Heizen pretended to pull out. However, just before he fully withdrew, he thrust back in, filling her completely in one motion.

“Rizle, do you know how lewd you look right now?”  

Heizen exhaled heavily as he spoke. Rizle bit her lip and glared at him, startled by his unusual behavior. His expression was softer than usual, and his words flowed more easily. His eyes seemed clouded with intoxication.  

“You’re so beautiful. I wish I could show you how you look right now. You’re absolutely stunning.”  

Heizen’s movements grew rougher, each thrust accompanied by a loud slap. Rizle’s body struggled to adjust to his pace, her arousal increasing as her tightness eased. This allowed Heizen to move even faster.  

“Ah… Heizen… ah… ah!”  

“Yes. I love you. I’ve loved you for a long time. I’ve wanted to make you mine and hold you like this. Rizle, you made a mistake.”  

Accepting his drunken proposal, not insisting the marriage be annulled, and coming to Boeur—all of it had been a mistake. But the biggest mistake of all had been today.  

“I was willing to wait. But then you tempted me with this lewd body of yours. How can you be so pure yet so seductive at the same time?”  

Heizen felt his mind spiraling out of control. Rizle’s earlier words, telling him not to run away, echoed in his head. To him, it sounded like permission to abandon restraint and indulge his desires.  

“Thanks to your mistake, I can keep you locked away in my castle. A thief would never return what they’ve stolen.”  

Rizle’s mind was clouded with pleasure, making it hard to understand what Heizen was saying. When she tried to pull away, Heizen grabbed her wrists, preventing her escape. Rizle’s body moved uncontrollably in time with his thrusts.  

Heizen pulled her onto his lap, her back leaning against his chest. Holding her legs apart with his hands, he whispered,  

“Look. Look at how your body takes me in.”  

“Ah… ah… ah…”  

Heizen twisted and pinched Rizle’s n*pples. She was caught in his embrace, unable to escape, as he thrust deeply into her. The intense pleasure brought tears to her eyes. Her delicate body, unable to resist, convulsed as it accepted him. Her toes curled inward. Heizen gritted his teeth and endured the tightness of her inner walls squeezing his member.

Heizen managed to hold back his urge to climax until Rizle’s trembling subsided, then began thrusting again. The hand that had tormented her n*pples now rubbed her protruding cl*toris.

“Ah… ah…!”  

As her sensitive cl*toris was stimulated, Rizle squirmed, twisting her body. Heizen smiled as he held her tightly and bit her neck. His member moved relentlessly up and down, stimulating her insides.

As Heizen’s movements quickened, he finally released everything inside her. He buried his head in her neck and caught his breath. Once he felt somewhat recovered, he grabbed Rizle’s chin, making her look at him, and pressed his lips against hers.

“Rizle.”  

“Mm.”  

Even after pouring himself out, Heizen desired Rizle as if it wasn’t enough. As their kiss continued, Rizle realized something was amiss.

Despite having cl*maxed not long ago, Heizen’s member, still inside her, began asserting itself again. With eyes closed, receiving his kiss, Rizle suddenly opened her eyes in surprise.

Taking advantage of Heizen’s momentary distraction, she pushed him away and stood up. A stream of milky fluid he had released inside her ran down her legs. Heizen watched her with heated eyes before standing up and grabbing her.

“You’re trying to do it again, aren’t you!”  

Rizle stammered in urgency as he held her waist. Heizen breathed hotly into her ear. The man, lifting the trembling Rizle, carried her towards the bed with long strides.

Rizle instinctively knew that if she went straight to the bed, she might not escape his embrace for a while.

“Heizen, stop! Let me go!”  

Rizle struggled, demanding to be put down. Heizen firmly grasped her bottom and spoke.

“I can’t.”  

* * *

Rizle stared at the ceiling, contemplating how many days had passed since she arrived in Boeur. More precisely, how long it had been since she succeeded in toppling Heizen.

Since that day, Rizle had not stepped out of the bedroom. Meals and bathing were all done there.

She wasn’t shedding tears dreaming only of escape from this confinement. She did shed a few tears, but they were due to pleasure. Heizen constantly sought her out whenever he had a chance.

Whether reading a book n*ked in the study or lying quietly in bed, he would position himself beneath her or fondle her bottom or br*asts.

‘How has he pretended to be so restrained when he’s so full of desire?’  

It was a mystery. Rizle glanced at the man sleeping beside her, holding her tightly. His expression was incredibly peaceful as he slept. On his neck and arms were the red marks she had left hours earlier. She didn’t feel sorry; he had left even more marks on her body.

Rizle pressed her hand against the sleeping man’s forehead. Heizen furrowed his brows and pulled her closer. Rizle draped her leg over him and slowly climbed atop his body.

Lying on his belly, she gazed at the sleeping man. Soon, Heizen stirred and opened his eyes. The two exchanged a deep look. Gradually, Heizen’s hazy eyes cleared, and he smiled softly.

“Rizle.”  

His voice was deep with sleep. Rizle liked how he called her name in a voice that seemed still drunk with sleep.

“Call me again.”  

So she begged to hear it once more, crossing her arms on his chest and resting her chin on them. Heizen brushed her hair and parted his lips.

“Rizle.”  

For some reason, Rizle felt like laughing. She tried to hide it with her arms, but her eyes were filled with amusement, rendering it useless.

“Rizle, everything about you shines.”  

Her blue eyes. Her golden hair in the morning sunlight. Heizen was struck by her beauty anew.

“I wished I had something to remember you by during the war. But I had nothing. Then one day, I found it.”

“What was it?”  

“Shiny things. Mostly glass. Broken colored glass pieces. Blue, yellow, red.”