Chapter 3.6

Donovan nibbled on Evelyn’s skin. Like a dog biting her neck, he gnawed, causing Evelyn to let out an annoyed whimper.  

Donovan applied his weight, pushing down. His thick and intimidating manhood parted her tender flesh as it entered. A shiver ran down her spine.  

“Ah, hmm, uh…!”  

Donovan’s chest heaved and fell deeply. His seed, already released twice, was splattered across Evelyn’s stomach.  

“Are you trying to, huff… make me die in bed?”  

“Ha, already complaining?”  

“You’ve already… ahh… done it twice. What if someone catches us like this?”  

“I thought you enjoyed the thrill… hmm.”  

Her knight’s uniform lay crumpled and discarded on the floor. Donovan’s voice had grown low and hoarse. Hearing his slightly raspy tone sent shivers down Evelyn’s spine.  

“You like danger, don’t you?”  

“Ahh, ugh… do I?”  

Evelyn’s inner walls clenched against the invading flesh. Her eyes turned red from *rousal. His manhood struck deep, making her feel as though her insides were being pierced.  

“Wasn’t that the case?”  

Donovan bit the tip of Evelyn’s ear. Evelyn felt the w*tness pooling below. The squelching noises from their union filled the office.  

Donovan sucked on her lips as if devouring them. His tongue swept through her mouth. Evelyn was no longer pushing him away but grabbing the back of his head to respond.  

Every time Donovan thrust his manhood, a jolt rocked her. The newly acquired mahogany desk thudded with each motion.  

“Ahh, the desk… I just got it recently!”  

“…I’ll buy you a new one.”  

Every time his tip withdrew and entered, sparks seemed to flash in her mind. His manhood scraped against her inner walls repeatedly.  

Donovan moved as though the world would end tomorrow, driving into her relentlessly. He stirred, dug, and pressed deeply inside.  

Their union grew messy. On the cold, hard desk, their lovemaking burned hot. With a strong thrust, his manhood plunged in. Her lower abdomen tingled, and her inner walls convulsed.  

“Even after all this, hmm, it’s still so tight.”  

“Hahh… it’s because of your size.”  

“…You truly excel at digging my grave.”  

Donovan responded by shifting her legs onto his shoulders.  

“Huff… you’re like a stud horse, hmm, ahh… did you take something?”  

Later, on the sofa, his manhood drove in again. Evelyn buried her head in Donovan’s chest, gasping for breath.  

“Do I look like someone who’d take something like that?”  

Donovan, sounding incredulous, pushed deeper. As his hands gripped her hips, Evelyn realized she had indeed dug her own grave. A mess of sounds escaped her lips.  

Evelyn cl*maxed multiple times. Eventually, exhausted, she panted and weakly pounded Donovan’s shoulder.  

‘By now, the curse should’ve been lifted a hundred times over…!’  

At last, hot seed filled her inner walls. When it was all over, Evelyn looked at the chaotic office, which now resembled a battlefield, with a distressed expression.  

“What do we do now? It’s completely ruined.”  

“It’s a minor issue; don’t worry.”  

“How can I not worry? It’s a miracle the desk didn’t break.”  

Papers were scattered across the floor, the sofa was stained, and the items on the desk were all over the place.  

“I’m a mage.”  

“And what does that… Ah.”  

With a single gesture from Donovan, the items floated into the air. They returned to their original, pristine state and settled back in place. The floor also became spotless.  

“Wow, mages are really something. Being with a mage has its perks.”  

“Feel free to take advantage of it from now on.”  

“From now on… you say?”  

“Did you plan to use me once and discard me?”  

His sharp gaze made Evelyn stammer an excuse. Only after hearing her denial did Donovan’s gaze soften. Evelyn admitted to herself that she was caught. Surprisingly, she didn’t feel bad about it. Her heart fluttered, and her blood rushed through her veins.  

As Evelyn turned her gaze, she spotted her crumpled leave of absence application under the sofa.  

“What’s that in your hand?”  

“This… it’s trash. I was going to throw it away. I was going to submit it if my aura didn’t return.”  

Both were still loosely dressed. Evelyn let her eyes roam over the dignified man who looked elegant even when minimally clothed.  

The future Earl Donovan Yerenst.  

“Once you swear allegiance to His Majesty and receive your title, you won’t be able to become a mage of the Magic Tower. Won’t you regret it?”  

“I won’t serve the Magic Tower. I’ll serve the royal family. I’ll become the Earl of Yerenst.”  

That sounded familiar. Had I heard this before? Had we talked about this before?  

Due to the side effects of the curse, her memories were hazy. Or perhaps it was because the lovemaking had been overly intense.  

Why had she thought she absolutely had to become a Royal Knight in the first place? Evelyn couldn’t quite recall.  

“When did you start liking me?”  

“From the beginning.”  

“Don’t joke around.”  

“Does it sound like a joke?”  

“What’s so great about a boring government official like a Royal Knight? All they do is swing swords around ignorantly.”  

“Everyone admires Royal Knights who wield aura. Why should I be an exception?”  

A compliment from the Kingdom’s Greatest Mage. It was something haughty mages would never say.  

“Let’s just say I fell for you the moment I saw your aura. The way you caught me when I fell from the tree was artistic.”  

“That’s ridiculous. What kind of reason is that?”  

Evelyn lost the will to question him further and instead burst out laughing. The warm afternoon sunlight streamed through the window, crossing over the desk.  

“That’s right! There’s a meeting today—I almost forgot. If I’m late, the Knight Commander will probably try to kill me.”  

“Let’s go together. I’ll see you off.”  

Oh, what’s this? So cheesy… 

The back of Evelyn’s neck, which had just cooled down, flushed red again.  

Evelyn clamped her lips shut to suppress the laughter that kept leaking out. 

See me off? Is this why people date?  

“And when you return…”  

Donovan tore up the leave of absence application and tossed it into the trash. Moments later, the paper burst into flames.  

“Stay here with me.”  

“Why, why? What are you planning to do?”  

“What do you think I’m planning?”  

Donovan nuzzled his hair against Evelyn’s shoulder. Like a gentle puppy, though his intentions were far from innocent. At some point, his hands had crept to her waist, growing bolder.  

“Until your curse is lifted, let’s — and —, and even —. If that doesn’t work, then we’ll — and try again in —.”  

Every word whispered into her ear was licentious. Just listening painted vivid, flesh-colored images in her mind.  

Evelyn struggled to hold onto her fading composure. They say every curse carries a blessing of its own…  

Donovan approached, lifting Evelyn’s hair to kiss the nape of her neck. His touch was as tender as if they had been lovers for over a decade.  

“We need to break the curse.”  

“Huh?”  

“Hmm, Evelyn?”  

It seemed days of burning flesh and bone would continue until the curse was broken. Evelyn decided to accept her fate.  

The curse…  

‘It’s not all bad.’  

It was a thought she could only have because she didn’t know what was coming. The witch’s curse sometimes carried a mischievous streak.  

But at least for one person, it was a stroke of luck. Donovan, leaning his head against Evelyn’s shoulder, curled his lips into a smile.  

‘Finally.’  

At the end of the promise, he had obtained what he desired.