Prologue

“Aella!”

The emperor’s agitated voice shook the dark bedroom.

Tilting her head back, Aella continued her awkward hip movements. Following her clumsy motions, her wavy golden hair swayed gently at the end of her waist.

“Haah, ah…!”

With each rise and fall of her body, her strained opening repeatedly engulfed and released his pulsating manhood.

Despite the fragrant oil applied to her body, her nectar flowed abundantly between her lower flesh. That lukewarm wetness thoroughly soaked the man’s scorching member and trickled down.

The man beneath her, Leonhardt, thrust his hips upward in rhythm with her inexperienced movements. The massive force thoroughly stirring her delicate insides made her breath catch.

“Aella.”

Along with the wet sounds, her name echoed through the air once more. This time it came from below—a deeper, gentler voice.

That tender call drew Aella’s gaze to one place. Leonhardt was staring at her with a face full of ecstasy rather than shame.

As if he had been waiting for their eyes to meet, he lifted the corners of his mouth.

His smile was intense. It felt as though he had no regrets about displaying his first time in such a manner. Before his smile could fade, he forcefully advanced his lower body.

The sensation of his ridged tip scraping against her inner walls made her exhale with a gasp.

Her heart felt like it was tumbling from the unfamiliar pleasure. Her mouth went completely dry, and involuntary moans escaped her lips.

“Ah, mmmh…”

Her hands wandering across the man’s chest, hard as armor, kept slipping. It was because of the fragrant oil covering everything. Her body, curved like a vase, lost its balance and tilted precariously.

“Can you still hold yourself above me like this?”

“Mmm, just like this… please…”

“If that’s what you want, by all means.”

Leonhardt briefly replied and steadied her swaying waist with his warm hands.

In that brief moment when movement ceased, heavy breathing came from beyond the curtain.

“Aella, I’m calling you!”

The emperor couldn’t accept this situation. The fact that the wife he had cruelly abandoned had become another man’s woman.

In other words, the fact that Aella Verosa, whom he had betrayed countless times, had finally escaped his grasp.

Hours ago, when the emperor burst into the chapel leading his knights, what had he said?

“Show me proof that this cursed marriage has been consummated.”

He insisted on following an antiquated imperial law that had disappeared a hundred years ago. The cunning coiled like a snake beneath that petty imperial command was disgusting.

Something that Aella, who had been the emperor’s woman, could never show.

Something that she, who valued dignity like her life, would never display even if possible.

He had demanded bloodstains on the sheets.

But the emperor didn’t truly know Aella.

He didn’t know that she had already died once by his hand.

Nor did he know that the edge of the blade carried by this woman who had returned through time was pointed at him.

Even if he had known, the emperor would have shamelessly appointed himself as Aella’s guardian.

So shouldn’t he yield the proper place?

Lovemaking witnessed by guardians dispatched from each family. What more expl*cit proof of a wedding night could there be? This was truly the antiquated imperial law.

And so in the dark bedroom where only faint moonlight filtered in, lewd sounds continued without pause amid the stillness.

“Aella, it’s not too late even now. I’ll generously forgive this childish commotion you’ve caused. So come back with me!”

As if mocking the emperor’s arrogant plea, the man’s thrusting continued.

His fist-sized tip roughly scraped her wrinkled insides and pounded against her deepest point. Each time, fine tremors spread through each vertebra of her straight spine.

He seemed to be doing his best to control his strength, but even that was terribly overwhelming.

Every time the ridges of his manhood rubbed against her round, stretched entrance, her fading reason seemed to burn black.

Aella shook her head with a sigh.

“Ah, mmm! Hmm, mmm…!”

Her gentle husband was taking in her appearance as if entranced, exhaling slow breaths. Opening her fluttering eyelids with effort, she gazed steadily back at him.

His neat contours, masculine eyebrow curves, smooth nose bridge like a sheer mountain, and lips formed like fruit below were all distinct.

Various emotions were intertwined across that handsome face.

Impatience showed in his disheveled black hair, extreme self-restraint in his slightly furrowed brows, and intense desire rippled across his eyes as blue as the spring sky.

After giving her a moment to breathe, he gripped her widely spread thighs.

His rough fingers, which had been kneading her fair thigh flesh almost translucent enough to see veins, naturally delved into her womanhood. He gently rolled her swollen bud like a flower bud, then rubbed it mercilessly.

That sticky stimulation caused moist fluids to burst from her tightly sealed opening.

“Huk, ah…!”

Leonhardt, who had raised his upper body, licked her elegant, deer-like neck and whispered.

“Is it difficult?”

“No. Continue, please continue…”

She tightly embraced his straining neck.

“This is good. Don’t stop.”

After exhaling ragged breaths, she kissed his cheek imploringly. As if he had been waiting for that kiss all along, he embraced her crushingly.

“Ah, Leonhardt.”

Her white, round br*asts pressed against the man’s sturdy chest. The sensation of her firmly er*ect n*pples rubbing against his stone-like body was excessively stimulating.

With her nails out, Aella lightly scratched his curved back. Seemingly pleased with her response, Leonhardt thrust his hips fiercely.

His veiny pillar desperately penetrated to her darkest corner. After hitting her cervix and withdrawing, it stretched her entrance to its limit before immediately pounding inside again.

“Mmm, mm, ah! Ahh!”

The plush mattress filled with goose feathers shook wildly. Through the gaps in the dark blue curtains that opened and closed repeatedly as a result, glimpses of the entangled couple were occasionally revealed.

“D*mn it! Aella, stop! Stop this clumsy game. Even my patience has limits!”

The emperor’s angry shouts couldn’t cool the intense heat.

The thrusting that repeatedly struck her inner sensitive spots grew faster. A tingling heat spread like wildfire along her spine. That burning sensation raced to her fingertips and toes like thunder.

Her cries had already become close to sobbing.

“Ah, ah! Ahng, mmm…!”

Her entire body felt like soft dough. Intense vibrations arose from where she held him. She bounced her hips and clung to the man’s broad shoulders.

“Leonhardt, more…”

That faintly rising whisper was a mischievous encouragement.

The emperor’s threats became desperate,

“Fine, I can forgive you this once! Even if I can’t understand your insolent behavior, I’ll gladly forgive you… I, I forgive you for daring to commit such infidelity!”

Because Leonhardt had completely lost focus in his eyes.

In an instant, he let out a rough groan and came at her like a warhorse charging across a field.

She suddenly thought she could smell the wind. This man like a spring breeze was taking her bright yellow soul somewhere.

To a place Aella had never reached before, a rapturous place she had never even dreamed of.

Her shaking vision flashed white then darkened repeatedly before finally being covered in blackness. The man had kissed each of her eyelids in turn.

Simultaneously, something warm thoroughly soaked Aella. Feeling his ej*culation gushing forth, she trembled as if convulsing.

“Mm, mmm…”

The ecstasy of the overwhelming climax reached beyond the bed. The suddenly urgent voice of the emperor was proof.

“Aella! Your husband is being so generous! D*mn it, I must, I must take you away right now!”

But it was just words. The emperor merely clutched the curtain but couldn’t bring himself to pull it aside.

Surprisingly, he was now afraid of losing her forever. That emotion was clearly readable in the trembling of the damask fabric shaking like an aspen.

Aella suddenly wanted to ask.

When you rolled around with several mistresses in front of me, on my bed, were you not this afraid?

When you cruelly butchered me, were you truly not afraid?

Aella languidly rested her chin on the head of the man who was frantically kissing her chest mounds. She gently rubbed his sweaty shoulder blades while gradually catching her breath.

The afterglow lasted long. Amid the pleasure washing over her like aftershocks, she extended her trembling arm and slightly pulled back the curtain. Through that small gap, white moonlight poured down like a veil.

The emperor stared with shocked eyes at the sweat-soaked couple embracing each other.

“Your Majesty, with this, the marriage is complete.”

You no longer have any authority over me.

Her voice, driving home the point, was as calm and monotonous as the waves of the southern sea.

“…Aella, you dare, you cannot do this to me…”

As if denying reality, the emperor tightly closed his eyes. Eventually, the image of the emperor falling to his knees was clearly reflected in her dreamy purple eyes.

“No, I didn’t permit it. I didn’t permit it…”

His desperate murmuring echoed.

In that rapturous darkness permeated with his desperate voice, Aella curved her lips into a smile.

She couldn’t help it.

Because while her sweet revenge was just beginning, he was already despairing as if he had lost the world.