Chapter 7.2

With such force that it seemed like he was about to tear his manhood apart. He gripped himself so tightly that the blood-filled tip turned an angry red, as if it might burst.  

“Ugh…!”  

Finally, s*men spurted out from his urethra.  

It soaked into the translucent curtains covering the window. A thick scent reminiscent of night blossoms wafted up from between his legs.  

‘If I’d known it would come to this, I should’ve just taken her.’  

Kadis thought as he slowly stroked himself.  

If she was going to cry anyway.  

If she was going to despise him anyway.  

Then he might as well have done it back then.  

“Damn it…”  

As he squeezed the last drop of s*men out, his legs gave out beneath him. Sliding down with his back against the window, Kadis muttered curses under his breath.  

He forcefully stuffed his still-hard manhood back into his pants and grumbled in a slurred voice.  

It was then that he heard someone running down the hallway. Judging by the hurried footsteps, he had a good idea of who it was without even looking.  

Finally, the bedroom door opened, and a small figure appeared.  

The very person who had been haunting his thoughts, yet also the one he least wanted to see right now.  

“…Lyle.”  

Kadis slowly stood up.  

“Lord Kadis!”  

Lyla called out to him in the darkness.  

As she staggered closer, her face became clearer.  

Had she come because she heard I was drunk? 

Perhaps one of the panicked servants had gone to fetch her after being told to leave.  

But for some reason, Lyla looked even more alluring tonight. Kadis ground his teeth.  

Why the hell are you giving off such a delicious scent, damn it?  

“Lord Kadis…?”  

As Kadis approached, Lyla instinctively took a step back. Her foot caught on a bottle of alcohol, causing her to stop and glance around nervously before speaking in a startled voice.  

“Did you drink all of this by yourself? Honestly, why do you make people worry so much?”  

Who’s lecturing whom here? You’re the one who can’t handle alcohol.

Kadis was incredulous.  

Weak with alcohol, weak in strength—there wasn’t a single thing she could do properly.  

That’s why he thought he’d have to keep her by his side forever, cherishing her.  

Because the only thing she was good at was being beautiful.  

While Kadis’s thoughts flowed aimlessly, Lyla had backed up against the wall. With nowhere left to retreat, she looked up at him with nervous eyes.  

“Be grateful, Lyle.”  

Kadis extended his arm over her head. Trapping her within his reach by bracing one hand against the wall gave him an inexplicable sense of exhilaration.  

“Today, I’ll make you a woman.”  

“…W-what did you just say?”  

Yes. He would enter her, move, release himself, and impregnate her. If she carried his child, she wouldn’t be able to run away. Isn’t that right?  

Even if she cried and begged him to stop, it wouldn’t matter. This would be her punishment for daring to plan such an audacious escape from her lord.  

With his lust-addled mind entirely dominated by his arousal, Kadis was left with nothing but primal desires.  

“You’ll be the one to take my virginity.”  

Kadis used his other hand to lift Lyla’s delicate chin.  

He intended to personally sow the seeds of the Ducal family into this beloved aide he cherished so much.  

To fill her womb completely.  

“Please don’t say something you’ll regret, Lord Kadis. You’re very drunk right now.”  

Lyla tried to calm him down.  

But instead, her attitude only infuriated him further. Who was she to treat him like a drunken fool? Kadis responded sharply, his tone icy.  

“Regret? My only regret is leaving you behind to go to war.”  

For a long moment, Lyla said nothing.  

“Hey.”  

It wasn’t until Kadis called out to her again that she seemed to snap out of her daze.  

“Are you thinking about that bastard in front of me?”  

“Huh? Who are you talking about…?”  

“Even when I was rolling around on the battlefield, you were probably exchanging letters with him, laughing together. Was it then? Is that when you fell for him?”  

“Are you talking about Professor Charlier? You’re mistaken. I’m not into men, and I’m definitely not in that kind of relationship with Professor Charlier!”  

“I told you to stop saying that bastard’s name.”  

When Kadis snapped, Lyla quickly shut her mouth. She stared at him intently, and then, as if she’d made up her mind about something, she spoke.  

“If it’s because you’re sexually frustrated…”  

“What, are you going to send a pr*stitute to me?”  

Kadis, who had been sarcastically mocking her, suddenly straightened his expression.  

“I don’t need a pr*stitute.”  

The hand holding her chin tightened its grip.  

The slight gap between her lips revealed her white teeth and the soft, red tongue beneath them. It was maddeningly erotic.  

He had reached his limit.  

His patience had hit rock bottom and sunk deep into the abyss.  

What remained was the love he had harbored for so long, and the beast-like lust that came with it.  

“How many times do I have to tell you? You’re the only one I need.”  

As he pulled her chin down, Kadis pressed his lips to hers. He pushed his tongue deep into her mouth, ensuring she couldn’t close it.  

“Mmph, mmph…!”  

She seemed too timid to bite down on her lord’s tongue, instead shrinking her shoulders in helpless protest. Her pitiful, endearing reaction made his head spin with affection and desire.  

Kadis released her chin and grabbed her shoulders, pinning her against the wall. As her shoulders spread apart, the bindings around her chest loosened, causing her br*asts to slightly spill forward.  

Placing one hand on her lower abdomen, Kadis slowly slid it up to her chest. Even though he was touching her over her clothes, it felt as if he were caressing her bare skin. His fingers, which explored her body, felt as stiff as his arousal.  

“Hngh…!”  

Startled by his bold touch, Lyla gasped sharply.  

But since Kadis’s tongue was still deep in her mouth, it ended up sounding like she was sucking on his tongue. His tongue pushed further, poking at the back of her throat.  

“Mmph, mmph…!”  

As Lyla struggled, Kadis wrapped both arms around her tightly, pressing her even closer as their tongues intertwined messily. The heat between them grew more intense, their tongues tangling without restraint.  

When he finally pulled away, Lyla gasped for air as though she had just been dragged out of water.  

“Haa, haa, haa…!”  

Her head spun.  

Kissing someone who had drunk so much made her feel as though she was getting drunk herself.  

Trapped in Kadis’s arms like a rope binding her, Lyla managed to raise her hands to his chest.  

“L-Lord Kadis. Please, wait!”  

She knocked on his chest, signaling that she wasn’t resisting.  

Only then did Kadis loosen his grip slightly. But he still kept her firmly trapped between his arms.  

“You want my body, don’t you? Fine. I’ll give it to you. So please, stop destroying yourself because of someone like me…”

Lyla looked up at him with an expression of utmost obedience.  

However, Kadis was not fooled. It was obvious that she thought, “If he’s this drunk, he won’t remember anything tomorrow anyway.”  

Isn’t that right, Lyle?  

I can see right through your thoughts.  

Kadis twisted his lips into a smirk and abruptly grabbed Lyla’s chin.  

“You’re not giving anything.”

“W-What?”

“I’m the one giving it to you.”

Kadis leaned in and whispered directly into Lyla’s ear, ensuring she understood.  

“My virginity. I’m giving it to you.”  

***

Thud! 

Kadis stopped in front of the bed and threw Lyla, who was slung over his shoulder, onto it.  

Her body bounced off the sheets before settling down. Lyla tried to steady herself and sit up.  

But Kadis was faster.  

In an instant, he had pulled off Lyla’s pants and undergarments.  

‘No!’  

Lyla quickly lowered her arms to cover her private parts.  

“Hah! What, is it so small that you can cover it with both hands?”  

Kadis sneered down at her, chuckling.  

“Was all that talk about my size hitting a nerve?”  

He didn’t seem to realize that what her small hands were covering wasn’t a manhood. It was fortunate that Kadis was both heavily drunk and that the bedroom was pitch dark.  

“Spread them.”  

“Eek…!”  

When Kadis grabbed her legs and spread them wide, a startled Lyla clamped her hands tightly over her private area.  

Her palms pressed against her soft mound and cl*toris, creating a ticklish sensation that traveled up her spine.  

“Hngh…”  

Lyla let out an involuntary moan before quickly biting her lip to stifle it.  

Kadis, however, caught it immediately. He pressed down firmly on the back of Lyla’s hands, which were covering her private parts.  

“Feels good, huh? Having it pressed like that?”  

“Agh, ugh, L-Lord Kadis…!”  

Kadis’s hand froze in place. Then, with a wicked grin, he leaned in and whispered.  

“Want to know a secret, Lyle?”  

“A s-secret?”  

“Before you came here, I already relieved myself once.”  

His hot tongue licked along the curve of her ear.  

At that moment, enormous pressure was applied to her hands, which were covering her private parts. Her cl*toris felt like it was being crushed under her palm.  

“Ah, ahh, agh!”  

Press. Press. Press.

Kadis continued to push down on Lyla’s hands. Each time he did, clear fluid dripped from her entrance. Lyla trembled like a helpless animal being strangled.  

“Hngh, ah…”