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With jet-black, unruly curls, thick glasses, and a brusque personality, Ophelia was known at the academy by the nickname “Gloomy Sisters.”
To her, Cedric, her perfect fiancé from head to toe, was nothing more than a subject of envy, jealousy, and comparison.
Moreover, Cedric, who clearly did not want to be engaged to Ophelia, maintained an indifferent attitude as if to protest, often provoking her irritation.
While continuing their adversarial engagement, Cedric’s behavior began to change one day.
Ophelia discovered that he had been fed a “love potion” as part of someone’s scheme.
“Why? Do you still hate kissing me?”
“T-that’s…!”
“I want you, Ophelia.”
As time passed, instead of the potion’s effects fading, they seemed to grow even stronger.
Cedric’s relentless affection left Ophelia with no time to rest, and gradually, the walls around her heart began to crumble.
*
Cedric didn’t seem to have any intention of stopping. He lowered his lips to Ophelia’s neck, planting short, continuous kisses. The moist, soft, and ticklish sensation was unbearable. Ophelia’s head tilted slightly backward.
“Ophelia, do you really hate me?”
“Ahh…!”
Instead of a reply, a moan escaped her lips. At this rate, she felt as though she might be consumed by him.
“Ophelia.”
His voice sounded sweet. She knew she should firmly refuse, but just hearing his voice near her ears weakened her resolve.
She felt her dress loosen, and then his lips descended to her chest. The persistent, wet kisses left Ophelia unable to think clearly.
His insistent touches on her body drove her to the brink of madness. At this rate, she might truly give in!
“Ophelia. I want to make you my wife as soon as possible.”
