“Look at me. I’m splendid because you want me splendid, beautiful because you want me beautiful, am I not? Strong because you want me strong, slaughtering because you want me to sl*ughter.”

He tapped his fingers carelessly on the armrest. The flashy rings on his thumb, index finger, and ring finger sparkled like light on flowing water.

“I won’t leave earth until my heavenly mandate ends.”

His mandate sounded quite like it was for William. He’d deposed the crown prince according to William’s will, and a new king backed by the incarnation had emerged.

But the king was merely a tool for the temple to reclaim its former glory.

In the premonition of a powerful divine age coming, one holy knight opened his mouth filled with premature wonder.

“Kata, what is your heavenly mandate?”

This was the first time Kata had spoken his own mandate aloud. The knight wanted confirmation. Everyone there—including the knight who’d asked—expected him to say “Kata’s era.”

“……End.”

Kata’s hollow gaze touched beyond the wall.

“The end of war.”

Romeo seemed to be searching for something in her, like the meaningless attempt to find form in fog.

Once, Rosaline had left him sleeping to change clothes. This was after Romeo had nearly gouged out the eyes of a servant trying to help her dress. The problem was when she returned.

The room that had been languid with the scent of s*x was completely wrecked.

Curtains torn to shreds, a broken desk, even glass shards from smashed bottles and cups strewn everywhere. The silhouette standing upright opposite the overturned bed was Romeo. His gaze nailed to empty air was unfocused.

When she approached in confusion, heedless of the sharp glass, his eyes flashed as he noticed her presence. Before she could gather her wits, he closed the distance instantly and lifted her by the waist. Romeo’s large feet bled from glass cuts. Though painful just to look at, he didn’t care at all and pressed his face against Rosaline’s chest, whispering viciously.

“Don’t disappear from my sight. Not before I cut off your father’s fingers one by one and send them.”

Rosaline had no leisure to examine his wounds. Before she could answer, he’d pushed her against the wall and taken her. It was a night reeking of blood.

There was no more warm, playful s*x like before. She’d been prepared for this. To feel wronged asking what she’d done so terribly—she had to endure because he was desperate.

But……

“Move.”

At Romeo’s command from behind, Rosaline flinched and unconsciously twisted both wrists bound by cords tied to the bedpost.

It didn’t hurt, but she had to force her waist upright with her arms raised. And below, she already held his c*ck. Her vision went white just from holding it, yet he wanted her to move on her own.

She’d reached this state because she’d crossed a line.

When Romeo held her, he always rushed to overwhelm her. Without giving her a moment to breathe, he’d plunge her into a crucible of pleasure and cl*max until he finally saw Rosaline sprawl like a beast.

But Rosaline didn’t want to just join bodies with him. When he returned from battle, she wanted to tend his wounds that wouldn’t fully heal, to embrace his lonely-looking back.

She knew she had no right, yet his wounds healed more slowly each day—while he slept, she stroked and kissed the open wounds.

But he wasn’t asleep. He’d watched with open eyes as she kissed his chest and each forearm. Among his features dimly lit by flickering candlelight, only his eyes shone brilliantly.

“Didn’t you say you could do anything?”

And so she was bound. Whether he was angry or just wanted to torment her, she couldn’t tell. But it was better than indifference. At first when he tried to blindfold her too, Rosaline weakly refused and he easily gave up. She absolutely couldn’t accept it because he only met her eyes when they had s*x.

Fortunately, he only shrugged and gave a brief warning.

“Watching will be more painful.”

Rosaline regretted hearing the warning only after his hot lips touched her exposed p*ssy as she sat with knees raised.

Romeo lay comfortably, gripped and spread her buttocks, and licked up the parted flesh of her plump l*bia. His broadly spread tongue slowly swept upward, and when his nose pressed her cl*toris, a tingling sensation spread up her spine.

“Hngh.”

When she naturally lost strength and sank down, she felt his contoured face against her l*bia. He grabbed her waist as if he’d been waiting and didn’t give her a chance to stand again. He teased the cl*toris between her folds with his tongue tip until fl*ids dripped down his chin from her opening.

His head moved shamelessly like a beast tearing out entrails. His hands gripping her waist even shook her up and down following his lips.

Making it look like she was shaking her hips of her own accord.

“R-Romeo……”

Startled, she looked down at him without thinking, but he only concentrated on extending his red tongue and caressing her p*ssy. His face glistened with the fl*ids she’d released, his long lashes and nose touching her p*ssy with wet sounds. She easily imagined his adam’s apple below her buttocks gulping as he swallowed.

Visual stimulation brought pleasure along with shame. The moment her insides convulsed and poured out fl*ids, he bit and twisted the cl*toris he’d been sucking like a n*pple.

“Aaah……!!!”

Rosaline threw her head back and cried out. Her body, sensitized by frequent recent s*x, couldn’t easily shake off the pleasure.

It wasn’t entirely good. Though they touched without gaps, she only felt distant. At times like this, she missed the him who revealed clumsy feelings as much as intense climaxes.

But before either longing or pleasure’s afterglow could fade—his c*ck thr*st back into her finely spasming walls. Her inner walls welcomed and squeezed his c*ck buried to the root from behind.

Her sensitized body shuddered, and not even a m*an came from her open mouth. He pressed his body against her back and whispered.

“Move.”

He who usually wouldn’t meet her eyes once would at least look at her—even if glaring—when they had s*x. That’s why she hadn’t let him blindfold her, yet he deliberately went behind to frustrate her.

Was he tormenting her?

“You’re the one who grabbed me, who offered to be my dog.”

“……”

“Then you have to show me. That you’re sorry. Your existence.”

He wrapped around her neck as if to strangle her. But no force entered—he only touched.

“Move yourself.”

“……Romeo.”

When she called pleadingly, he moved in circles. Her lower belly rang like a gong, spilling pleasure. Hah—her body fell back against his chest. His arm wrapped her waist and his other hand twisted and gripped her br*ast. His c*ck thr*st all the way in with small upward jerks, and his rough fingertips brushed her *reola lightly, driving her mad.

Rosaline squirmed for him to do something to her, but movement was difficult with her wrists bound. He mercifully untied the silk binding her wrists. Her hands naturally fell beside the arm wrapped around her waist.

“You said you’d do anything.”

“Hah!”

Biting her earlobe, he pulled his c*ck out until the gl*ns showed, then slammed in. All Rosaline could do was drool with a breaking voice.

“Stop pretending to pity me.”

Thwack—with another rough insertion, her buttocks crushed against his thighs.

“Stop pretending to love me.”

He thr*st relentlessly.

“You find me disgusting, don’t you. You’re revolted that I appeared before you. You’re trying to leave me again.”

“No, no… ah!”

“But what can we do.”

He didn’t seem to be listening to her at all. He bit her earlobe hard enough to hurt.

“It’s too late.”

With each thr*st, messy fl*ids poured between them. Romeo covered Rosaline’s eyes with his palm and pulled her to him. Without caring for her head bent backward, he mingled their breaths.

“Hah, ah. Mmph.”

Amid the mindless pounding, the hand wrapped around her waist grabbed and kneaded her br*ast like crushing it. The painfully strong pressure made her cry out, but the excitement built throughout her body spread as if to pierce through her skin.

She felt a tremor intense enough to lose consciousness for a moment. He gripped her jaw and locked their lips deep as he cl*maxed. His fiercely swollen c*ck still pierced her lower belly, moving as if gouging, while simultaneously ejaculating. All strength left her body, her shoulders leaning against his chest trembled, and her toes curled.

His lips that had been ravaging her insides and his c*ck slowly withdrew. S*men and fl*ids mixed and tangled like threads on their genitals. Rosaline thought hazily. Was it over now?

“Doing nothing but this until we die wouldn’t be so bad.”

But his rough whisper didn’t speak of an end. He suddenly pressed his palm against her lower belly and thr*st in again, scraping her inner walls.

In her shattering consciousness, she realized something about him constantly avoiding her eyes.

Romeo wasn’t tormenting Rosaline.

He was rejecting her.

Driven to the edge, Rosaline shook her hips as he wanted. When she moved on her own, his momentum flipped savagely. His glare was ominous, like she was his mortal enemy, but she couldn’t stop. Following the hem of pleasure, moving so his c*ck scraped the sensitive parts of her inner walls was a terribly agonizing yet ecstatic act.

But better than that was Romeo’s cold yet burning red gaze, his clouded lashes trembling slightly with arousal. She moved her hips continuously until her buttocks ached. Using his forearm as support, on his steel-like thighs.

Don’t reject me, please.

Pleading like that.

“How hard you try.”

He savagely chewed her lower lip and pulled her pubic bone. When he thr*st upward in circles, her softened inner walls instantly convulsed and squeezed him. A tingling tremor spread from her lower belly throughout her body. When Rosaline squeezed her eyes shut and released a m*an, he bit her lower lip hard.

“Hah……”

The skin of her lip scraped against his teeth and tore slightly. A faint smell of blood mixed into their kiss.

Isn’t there another way for us to get better? Even in this moment, Rosaline’s mind rolled ceaselessly searching for hope. Even the smell of blood was sweet because she cherished him so.

Romeo wanted her regardless, so there must be a way. Rosaline stealthily stroked his hair and ear while responding to the kiss. If only to believe in the will that there would be hope.