He bared his canines and thr*st sharply upward.

“Ngh, ah, wait—”

Rosaline’s slipping hands pleaded as they swept down his shoulders. His tip pressed relentlessly only on the spot she felt. A powerful premonition struck that if he moved even slightly, she’d be swept into a cl*max she couldn’t handle.

“Wait, what?”

His c*ck pushed deeper. No end in sight.

“Should I stop because you said wait?”

With a splash of water, thud. Her p*ssy swallowed his c*ck to the root.

“Is this how someone apologizes?”

“Romeo… hngh!”

Rough thr*sts followed. Romeo gripped her buttocks and drove his c*ck into her from above with no consideration whatsoever. His swollen member seemed ready to burst through her walls, touching every erogenous zone and carving through her insides.

He knew her too well. A steady, fast pace, yet he rolled his hips heavily with each thr*st so she could feel it fully. He pressed hard against the swollen spot inside.

“Aah!”

Pleasure close to pain struck so hard she couldn’t breathe. But she was too exhausted to embrace this long-missed sensation. She needed to let it flow quickly. She trembled and tried to endure when Romeo bit her *reola before her pleasure could even fade.

Her insides clenched tight at the tingling sensation, as if to bite off his c*ck.

“Your insides are still useful, at least.”

He whispered as if he’s addressing an object, not a person. The words were so sad, yet his voice ringing in her ears was so lovely that she grew aroused again. Before she knew it, her back touched the floor. Whatever magic he’d worked, the bathwater had vanished without a trace.

“What, does this kind of talk excite you?”

Feeling her tighten, he snorted. He hooked one of her carelessly sprawled legs over his shoulder and pressed himself deeper. Their different-textured pubic hair tangled and low gasps spilled out. Amid pleasure layering upon pleasure, he slowly withdrew his c*ck. Through the flesh of her walls clinging and sliding out along his shaft, she felt his entire surface while it stimulated her.

But if he pulled out and ended it here, she might somehow manage. False hope surged that he might stop.

“Haah!!!”

He pierced her to the limit at a changed angle. Rosaline was pounded with uncontrollable violence. Pleasure so close to pain that her mind didn’t just crumble but shattered. Stop, please, stop. But he didn’t stop.

He performed acrobatic thr*sts while rubbing her cervix. Thwack, thwack—his fl*id-soaked scrotum slapped her perineum, and through blurred vision she could clearly see his dark red c*ck pumping in and out covered in fl*ids. Her pale calves swayed aimlessly, on the verge of cl*max. She barely stroked the back of his hand gripping her pelvis, pleading.

“Kiss me……”

Romeo always kissed her breathless during s*x. She desperately missed the sensation of sharing m*ans in each other’s mouths as they cl*maxed together. Romeo smiled with glistening eyes but an infinitely heartless gaze.

“What dog begs for kisses while groveling?”

He bent his waist as if punishing her and thr*st hard. His c*ck swelled to its limit and writhed as it *jaculated. The rhythm of his twitching member sent the already-bursting pleasure up her spine and through her entire body.

He came like urinating, his thick s*men striking her contracting inner walls. He trembled his hips finely, pulled out until only the gl*ns remained, then thr*st back in, continuing his long cl*max.

“Answer me, Rosaline.”

His breath touched her face, and each time her waist trembled, her *rect n*pples brushed his firm chest. With no chance to answer, she only released empty breaths. He rolled his hips heavily. S*men mixed with her fl*ids seeped into her vaginal walls, and her obscenely spread legs spasmed along with her insides. Not even a m*an came out.

“Hah, ngh……”

She barely lifted her tear-beaded lashes. Perhaps from her habit of always looking him in the eye when talking, her first thought was that she needed to see his eyes. But when she met those eyes blazing red like the sun, she seemed to have touched a nerve. His c*ck filling her belly scraped out of her walls, then thr*st back in rapidly.

The speed was incomparable to before. Unlike his constantly moving hips, his steel-like upper body crushed her entire body. Her br*asts swaying with his fast thr*sts rubbed against his skin, and opaque fl*ids splattered noisily from their joined genitals. Continuous tremors hammered down.

“P-please, hah, please stop.”

She raised her hands like hooks to escape the sea of pleasure and scratched his forearm, but only attempted it. His hands gripped her pelvis hard enough to leave marks and wouldn’t let go.

“Kiss me, stop—you have so many demands.”

Finding her pleas amusing, he spread his hand and smoothly stroked from her belly to her p*ssy. His thumb parted her pubic hair and felt for her cl*toris, then pressed down hard with his nail.

“Ah, aah!”

Rosaline sobbed with her neck arched at the fierce stimulation. Each time he thr*st deep, he even circled her pressed cl*toris. Her thoughts scattered, her arched back trembled, and saliva pooled and dripped from her open mouth. Pleasure, sensation, tore through her mind.

“Right……”

Romeo looked down at her falling apart completely and smiled with self-mockery.

“Dogs can do it with each other.”

Thud—his c*ck filling her inner walls pressed her peak as their lips locked. How long had it been since she felt her lover’s breath? Rosaline lost consciousness while swallowing his hot breath.

Rosaline became the only umbra at Kata’s incarnation’s side who hadn’t suffered bodily mutilation. But even after five battles with the barbarian Horad—precisely, for nearly three months—the exalted incarnation never once made his attendant umbra perform attendant duties. He simply kept her in his sight, making her stand there literally like a shadow.

Some couldn’t hide their curiosity. Why keep her at his side when she didn’t attend him while he changed or ate?

Thoughts easily turned lewd, but their thinking didn’t reach that far. The moment such imaginings began to bloom, they forgot Rosaline’s existence and returned to the original question.

So—why didn’t that umbra attend him when he changed or ate?

Prioress Gabriella was the only one among cardinal-level priests or knights who didn’t repeat the question. She feared Kata’s incarnation clearly and precisely, so she held no curiosity about him whatsoever.

She’d had to hear people ask like idiots hundreds of times, “Why does that umbra just stand there doing nothing?” This was more terrifying than terror itself.

Fortunately, unlike herself frozen in fear, Rosaline seemed outwardly fine. But her eyes rippled with sadness—too much to simply ignore. Gabriella couldn’t help but keep looking at those moments.

“Does she bother you?”

Kata’s incarnation had once asked Gabriella this in passing. The prioress hadn’t realized his words were directed at her.

They were in the middle of a strategy meeting, and Kata usually didn’t speak during meetings. He mainly just received reports after commanders and their knights constructed strategies centered on him. On the battlefield at least, he was an obedient, compliant weapon.

She was surprised he’d spoken, but when their red eyes met, her fingertips went numb as her blood ran cold. The incarnation had drawn a beautiful smile with dimples in his cheeks.

Saying something to a smiling face was awkward, but if a painting on the wall suddenly smiled, naturally it would be frightening. Enough to forget his question.

“Pardon……? I’m sorry, what did you say?”

The corners of his mouth lengthened. He propped his chin as if the ordinary meeting room chair were a throne. In the ominous atmosphere, Rosaline’s gaze—standing like a shadow behind him—also reached the prioress. Gabriella clenched her teeth at those large eyes full of worry.

‘Rosaline, please don’t look at me.’

She couldn’t know for certain, but he quite disliked Rosaline directing her gaze at other people. No, not just disliked—if her gaze so much as brushed something, he’d smash it if it was an object and expel the person from the room if human.

Once, a priest wanting to impress the incarnation had needlessly snapped at Rosaline. Kata immediately drew his sword and touched the blade to his neck. If Rosaline hadn’t grabbed and clung to his pant leg, the priest would have died.

“Then don’t look at him. Weren’t you mine?”

And that was what he’d said. She wasn’t even curious why Kata’s incarnation spoke formally to an umbra. No one had died, but the incident was deeply embedded in people’s minds.

Remembering it vividly, the prioress lowered her eyes and only looked at his feet. Unfazed by this midwinter cold, he wore flashy tunics that exposed his calves with sandals made of cord. His cape showing angular shoulder muscles and gold necklace identical to his hair made him look like a debauched southern prince.

“I asked if my umbra bothers you.”

The speechless prioress squeezed her eyes shut. If his next words had come from his mouth, she would have absolutely answered no. But because the mouth that opened belonged not to him but to the knight commander sitting across from her—staring at the prioress with empty eyes—she could only tremble like a cornered rat.

Not just the knight commander. The quartermaster and light cavalry captain also had souls drained from their faces. Kata’s incarnation must have used his ability.

She didn’t know how far-reaching his ability was, but showing mere humans were perfectly beneath him this way—truly a nasty personality. Gabriella stiffly froze and only shook her head.

“Good that she doesn’t.”

This time the voice flowed from Kata’s mouth. The moment his words ended, color returned to their eyes as if waking from sleep. The knight commander, remembering nothing of moments ago, resumed what he’d been saying during the meeting.

“So I’m saying two more battles will bring us complete victory.”

He babbled with eyes full of resolve and reverence. The prioress wanted to retch but could only listen quietly.

“Once the war ends, Prince William will also visit Arsha.”

“What for.”

Kata spoke indifferently.

“Worried I’ll run away?”

Even after his sister ascended the throne, Prince William needed Kata to eliminate those doubting legitimacy and solidify the current monarchy’s position backed by temple power.

But he grew anxious because he couldn’t predict the incarnation’s attitude or actions.

“I don’t know what there is to fear.”

Kata stroked his chin knowingly.