Chapter 87. The Woman Who Drives Him Crazy

The woman trapped in his arms trembled weakly as she moved up and down.

Moans heated with fever and sobs unable to endure the pleasure were mixed together in a dizzying manner.

“Ah, hng, huh…”

Enoch wanted to hurt her and cherish her at the same time.

Her eyes, soaked with tears and filled with deep despair. Seeing this utterly messed-up face, he felt a strange sadism, yet he was also driven mad with pity for her.

How should he define this contradiction?

Enoch paused his thrusting and slowly caressed her body. His touch was persistently lingering. He freely kneaded her white, cream-like br*asts and slowly stroked from her ribs to her abdomen.

When he grabbed her soft thighs and spread her legs wider, Ellen shook her head and lifted her hips. Enoch pressed his body against her as if to crush her. The woman, who was already struggling, panted and suffered under his weight.

He held her knees down and started a slow, back-and-forth motion again. Exercising extreme self-control, sweat beaded on his forehead, and his expression was fiercely grim.

“Ellen.”

He called her in a voice that scratched his throat. His golden eyes, caught in a terrible heat, never left her face. Instead of answering, Ellen closed her eyes and turned away from him. She had been like this since earlier.

“Look at me.”

He commanded in a threatening growl. Ellen shook her head side to side. Her eyes remained tightly shut.

Enoch let out a cold laugh.

“Are you protesting? What are you trying to do?”

“……”

Despite his scolding, Ellen remained silent, not rebelling or retorting. She didn’t even glare at him timidly as usual. She just turned her head away as if she didn’t want to see him.

It was absurd.

“Oh, so that’s how you’re going to play?”

Naturally, Enoch had no intention of backing down. He didn’t know how to lose. Even if it was their first-ever marital spat.

Thrust!

“Ah, hng…!”

When he thrust his c*ck deeply without warning, Ellen flinched and bit her lip. Her suddenly stimulated inner walls contracted to their limit, tightly gripping his p*nis. Enoch let out a beast-like groan and pounded into her hard.

Leaning deeply over her, he grabbed her face with both hands and forced her to look at him. But Ellen kept her eyes tightly shut, hiding her gaze.

“Hah…”

A bitter sigh mixed with a sneer escaped his lips.

“Let’s see how long you can keep that up.”

Fueled by childish competitiveness, he kissed her roughly. He bit and licked her tightly closed lips, forcing them open.

Perhaps knowing resisting was useless, Ellen surprisingly opened her mouth obediently. Enoch sucked on her pink lips and thrust his tongue inside. He greedily inhaled her hot, feverish breath.

Even while sharing such a deep kiss, Ellen stubbornly avoided looking at him.

“Mmm, hng, hng…”

Her moans were swallowed entirely by his mouth. Enoch savagely pierced her below while stealing all her breath. The friction between his c*ck and her wet hole created a squelching sound.

After a long, relentless pounding, he hugged her tightly, burying his c*ck deep inside her as he ej*culated. His p*nis twitched like a living creature, pouring s*men from the swollen tip. Her inner walls clung to his c*ck, trying to draw in even more.

Enoch gasped for breath, holding the trembling Ellen in his arms, still shivering from the afterglow of pleasure. Then he suddenly flipped her over, changing their position.

“Ah…!”

“Why, don’t you like it?”

He whispered in her ear, gripping her creamy-soft b*ttocks tightly. D*mn, even in this situation, his lower body felt like it was melting, and the sensation of her soft flesh in his hands was maddeningly pleasant.

“If you don’t like it, say so. Look me in the eye.”

“……”

Once again, Ellen ignored him.

Enoch cursed and thrust his hips violently. Even though they were intimately connected, with him deep inside her most secret place, Ellen felt incredibly distant.

He was undoubtedly the one conquering her, yet all he felt was a desperate sense of defeat.

“Ah! Ah, hng! Ah! Huh…”

Ellen, moaning mindlessly and shaking, seemed to lose all strength and collapsed. Enoch clicked his tongue briefly and laid her down comfortably. Then, as if he had never been rough, he began to move gently. He caressed her body with one hand, soothing her, and placed light kisses on her cheeks, lips, and neck.

But Ellen whimpered as if annoyed and pushed him away with both hands.

“Hah… Are you really going to keep this up?”

“……”

“Answer me, Ellen.”

“……”

“Even if you don’t answer, at least open your eyes.”

No response. No movement.

Whether he got angry or pleaded, Ellen remained unresponsive, driving him to the brink of madness.

“What do you want?”

“……”

“I’m doing what you wanted. You asked me to love you.”

Finally, Ellen opened her eyes and glared at him with tears welling up.

Hah, Enoch let out a hollow laugh. Why are you crying again? It was utterly exasperating.

Even after two more rounds of lovemaking, Ellen chose silence.

Eventually, he had to let her go, feeling indescribable as she fell asleep.

After taking her to the bathroom and washing her carefully, he stared at her soundly sleeping face for a long time. Holding her dearly in his arms, he couldn’t sleep until late into the night.

And the next morning.

When he opened his eyes, Ellen was not beside him.

* * *

It seemed the Grand Duke and Her Highness had a fight.

In the icy atmosphere, the servants of the Winter Palace whispered cautiously.

After spending the night together, the Grand Duchess, who usually waited for the Grand Duke to wake up, had left him alone today…

And the place she headed to early in the morning was none other than the shooting range.

Her gaze at the target was so fierce, the knights whispered among themselves, wondering if this was really their soft and gentle Grand Duchess.

“A couple’s quarrel is like cutting water with a knife. They’ll make up soon.”

“But, who will win? I think our Grand Duke will win. I can’t imagine him losing.”

“You don’t know anything. Everyone knows how much the Grand Duke cherishes Her Highness. The one who loves more is the one who loses.”

While such debates were happening among the servants.

The news quickly spread that the Grand Duke, who had been avoiding the Grand Duchess for over five hours, had finally gone to fetch her with a fearsome determination.

* * *

Jasmine and Haley glanced at me anxiously, but I felt indifferent.

On the second-floor terrace of a quiet coffee house.

I was deciphering my mother’s diary with a Katarian dictionary and a notebook beside me.

Katarian was still difficult, and my mother had a tendency to write in riddles, making interpretation challenging, but I managed to decode a few sentences with painstaking effort.

[All magic is imperfect.]

[There are futures that cannot be seen through the Mirror of Foresight.]

It felt like a message to me. Perhaps my mother anticipated that I would someday decode this diary.

‘So foresight magic has its limits. Well… I had a feeling.’

I didn’t foresee Enoch being furious with me this week…

‘…Even if I had known, the outcome wouldn’t have changed.’

Felix went through a very painful and sad experience.

I didn’t want to be the kind of person who ignored my dear friend’s pain just to avoid Enoch’s displeasure.

…However, I could have chosen another way, like moving to a different place, just holding his hand, or even writing a letter if nothing else was possible…

What’s the use of thinking about it now…

The conflict between us wasn’t caused by Felix or anyone else. Felix’s presence was just a trigger.

I sighed deeply and continued deciphering the diary.

I skipped the ambiguous sentences and focused on the easier ones first.

Then I stumbled upon a sentence I couldn’t ignore, making me stop and harden my expression.

[The magic of love causes a backlash.]

[If Nov hadn’t told me, I might have used this magic in a fit of rage.]

[I can’t do it.]

[I resent you.]

[Why isn’t it me?]

[I’m in despair…]

[I want to kill that woman.]

[Should I make you love me, even if only for a year?]

[Even if the backlash makes you hate me after the magic wears off?]

“……”

The pen I was holding dropped and rolled to the edge of the table.

I stared blankly at the deciphered sentence in my notebook, blinking.

My mind buzzed.

I read the sentence over and over again. I rechecked the meanings of the words in the dictionary. Continuously, repeatedly, until temporary dyslexia set in…

But no matter how many times I read it…

The meaning of the sentence didn’t change.

[Even if the backlash makes you hate me after the magic wears off]

What does this mean?

Does the backlash of the love magic make the target hate the caster?

I froze in place, then shook my head hastily.

‘No… No, it’s too early to jump to conclusions.’

Even if I don’t know who my mother intended to cast the magic on, that person might have originally hated her…

The backlash might just amplify that hatred…

…No.

That’s just my speculation, my wishful thinking.

Someone once said that love and hate are two sides of the same coin.

If love magic has a backlash… it’s likely that it makes the person who loved you hate you.

Then, Enoch…

My heart pounded wildly. My head spun, and I felt nauseous, as if I might throw up. Just as Jasmine hurried over and asked worriedly if I was okay…

Swish!

Someone pulled back the terrace curtain. Half-panicked, I turned to look.

The person I least wanted to see right now stood there with a crooked smile.

“Here you are.”

“……”

“You’re not very good at hiding, my wife.”

Enoch approached me with a sarcastic tone. Just as he reached out to me, unbelievably—

“You…”

“……”

“D*mn it, why are you crying again?”

Hot tears streamed down my cheeks.