I Thought You Were A Sweet, Kind-Hearted Person!

Him constantly crushing her melting insides brought Lionella to a climax every moment. Unable to control her convulsing insides that were trying to grip onto the c*ck plunging in and out, Mishael endured once, twice, more times, wanting to prolong the moment just a little longer. Ever since he instructed Lionella to sit on the bed with her legs spread, holding a handcuff, he wanted to prolong it as much as possible.

As he pushed harder against her, her walls kept secreting juices. Despite the initial wetness gradually drying due to the rapid friction, the continuous moisture kept seeping out, keeping the junction well lubricated. With each thrust, splashes of liquid sprayed from Lionel’s p*ssy. As his scrotum slapped against her perineum shrinking and from there heat spread all over his shaft at that moment.

“…Ah…”

The moment he could no longer hold it in, something erupted and soaked Lionella’s deepest part.

Still unsatisfied, Mishael thrusted his waist a few more times into Lionella’s depths. The slightly retreated tip crushed against the cervix each time, pressing down without any gap, creating a feeling of pressure. Moving a few more times without fully losing its hardness and after exhausting all remaining s*men, then…

“…Phew.”

Mishael collapsed on top of Lionella right away. His body, twice her size, covered hers, but Lionella, drained of strength, couldn’t even twitch and barely gasped for breath.

Haa, haa… After several breaths from the man lying on top…

“…So.”

Mishael got up as he slid out of her with his c*ck half-softened and white fluid trailing down from Lionella’s v*gina.

“What’s your wish?”

“These handcuffs…”

“No.”

He dismissed it immediately upon hearing ‘handcuffs’. While pulling his limp p*nis and the linen from the nightstand, wiping it along with the urethra scraping off the last drop that clung there.

“Then can you replace it with something other than metal?”

“……”

“You, you know I hate seeing blood.”

She’s always bruised and sore……. Lionella whined, gently caressing her wrist which had now healed without a trace.

Mishael, without any response, lifted the trunk he had placed by the door onto the bed. It was something he brought from his office today, and as soon as he opened the door, he saw Lionella holding a small piece of broken chinaware and thus had thrown it away.

“What is this……?”

“Open it.”

Mishael had taken many things from her, but he had given almost nothing. Despite being completely drained, Lionella quickly got up and unlocked the trunk.

What came out were books of various sizes. Lionella’s eyes widened at the titles.

「An Impulsive One Night Stand with the Duke」, 「Why Does That Knight Only Pay Attention to Sally」, 「I’m Not Such an Easy Girl」 and so on. They were romance novels that the teenage Lionella used to enjoy reading. They were classified as sensual novels due to the somewhat high level of s*xual description, the only kind of non-noble thing Lionella enjoyed without regard to her status.

As the child who was always by her side, it was natural for him to remember the titles of those books. After all, there were times she had deliberately placed the books where he could see them just to torment him.

“……Thank you.”

Lionella barely managed to say in a shrinking voice.

Unable to stand the softened atmosphere, Mishael moved away from the bed as if he hadn’t heard her.

Wondering if Lionella gets idle thoughts because she’s alone all the time, he occasionally requested those books from the guild he traded with. Initially, he didn’t do it just to see her happy face, but imagining a delighted Lionella brought him back to the room with a sense of pride. The moment he opened the door, he was displeased to see Lionella looking as if she would burn her hands or throat right then and there.

‘……How dare you think of escaping.’

Mishael couldn’t even imagine Lionella dying.

When Princess Daniella accused House Parma for her successful political debut. Even though he wished the Marquis of Parma, stripped of his title and exiled from the country, would die miserably and be treated worse than a dog, he never thought about the end for Lionella.

Lionella should be in my hands.

Alive.

This might be…… my wish that you won’t ruin my revenge.

Where do you think you’re going after turning my life into mud? My childhood was marred by abuse because of you, and even though I barely escaped to the priesthood to live a decent life as a priest, seeing you makes me go into heat. I’m broken like this, it would be unfair if you easily gained freedom.
Mishael’s steps headed towards the window. The room, significantly more desolate compared to half a year ago, brushed past him.

It had been half a year since he last opened the window. At first, it was because he feared Lionella might be seen from outside, now, it was because he feared she might jump out through it.

He unlocked the seal with magic and pushed both sides of the window open with his hands. The early spring air warmed by the sun brought a pleasant coolness with a hint of moisture to his face. Even though it was a cloudy day and the sun wasn’t clearly visible, the reflected sunlight was dazzling enough for him to squint his eyes slightly.

It’s just right.

A peace he couldn’t have imagined when he first brought Lionella enveloped him.

Why is that?

Is it because Lionella is taking responsibility for his broken self? Is it because she’s disheveled and crying every day from the pleasure he gives?

Or maybe……

“It must have hurt.”

Suddenly, those words flew into his ears and scraped the inside of his chest.

“…It must have hurt.”

“What now……”

Turning around with a twisted look, he saw Lionella huddling in a corner of the bed, wrapped carelessly in a blanket as if fleeing from the cold. Avoiding even the light, her spot was darkened by the shape of the window blocking the sky light.

Ignoring his frosty gaze, Lionella kept her eyes fixed on his body and murmured.

“Your back……”

“……”

“There must have been more.”

Her tone was matter-of-fact, as if she’s talking about someone else’s business.

That meant she was looking at the scars that filled his back. Marks from when he took beatings in place of her at the Marquis of Parma’s house. Marks intentionally inflicted beyond necessity to tame him who would never yield easily, to bend his unbreakable spirit.

The moment Lionella mentioned this, a wildfire that had been smoldering beneath his heart heated up his chest suddenly. A resurgence of anger made his chest tight.

Yes. They were out of sight so I forgot.

Our beginning was definitely like that. I’m still living in that pain. Still, reflexively aroused by your presence, seeing that nothing other than you can engrave itself in me more deeply than you means…

That I have every right to make you miserable.

Mishael took a deep breath. He was afraid that Lionella might offer something resembling an apology now. It’s too late for apologies, and receiving them now wouldn’t comfort him anyway since he’s already twisted. Lionella must continue not knowing her sins. She must not feel sorry towards him.

That way, I can continue to blame you and be cruel to you.

“So… you worry about me?”

Having finished his thoughts, Mishael narrowed his eyes and smiled gently. Knowing now from experience that he smiles when he’s displeased, Lionella flinched in surprise.

“Miss Lily.”

With the window left open, Mishael slowly turned back towards the bed.

“It’s no use pretending to be good now.”

He sat down in front of Lionella, casting a shadow over her with the sky behind him, making it even darker.

“So, do you have any regrets?”

Still with a beautiful smile on his face, he pulled the blanket away from Lionella’s hands.

“Do you think you wouldn’t do it if you could go back?”

His tone was also tender, as though he was speaking to someone close. The blanket that was wrapped loosely around her body fell away with his gentle touch.

“Right. This isn’t everything. So, you.”

Pay like this for the rest of your life. Whispering this in her ear, he grabbed Lionella’s chin and pulled her towards him. It was a kiss that pressed lip against lip, like he was branding her.

After a moment, he looked up at the bewildered Lionella.

“Ah!”

He pushed the hand holding Lionella’s chin, making her fall back while simultaneously pulling her hips towards him.

Her n*ked body lay exposed, with bruises, finger marks, and bite marks scattered across her pale skin in various shades and patterns. Mishael looked at each one with fervent eyes and spoke, chewing on his words.

“Unlike my back, these will keep fading… So I’ll make them, over and over again. I’ll make sure you live with them for life.”

Ignoring the fear in Lionella’s eyes, he took something out of his trousers and rubbed it a few times. It had almost returned to its full size and hardness. Seeing this, Lionella’s face darkened with resignation.

“Never change.”

He then pushed Lionella’s legs up against her upper body, folding her in half, revealing her swollen l*bia and the residue of their previous lovemaking that was still pooled there. The sight of his own marks between the bright red mucous membranes made his p*nis twitch noticeably.

“Have I been too kind lately? Even though I can just roughly f*ck you, do you want me to suck your p*ssy too?”

Though he framed it in a way as him corrupting and destroying her, wasn’t it rooted in the desire to let her experience the joy of lovemaking and delight in her acceptance of him? Mishael thrust down hard, aligning his gl*ns with her entrance.

“Huh…!”

Despite the overwhelming, sudden deep penetration, Lionella clenched her teeth and suppressed a cry. It was because the window was open.

Yes. You’re pathologically conscious of others.

Mishael grinned and began to thrust his hips, pressing down on her lower back with both hands. Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! With each forceful thrust, the fluid from their first round frothed and splashed out.

“Huh! Uh, huh…”

Yet Lionella kept her mouth shut tight and endured it, and Mishael crushed her insides even more ruthlessly, as though he was challenging her to see how much she could take.