Chapter 34

Perhaps it was because the night had deepened into darkness that the blue eyes looked darker than ever, despite the bright flames of the lanterns and the fireplace. The reflection of the flickering light in his gaze seemed like the fire of the underworld itself.  

As she discreetly observed the man’s face, wondering what expression lingered there, she suddenly noticed something.  

‘…Ah.’  

The tightly closed lips of Karel glistened faintly, a clear sign of his earlier indulgence in her lower region. Her face flushed with heat.  

Unconcerned with the woman’s reaction, Karel moved his body and slowly climbed on top of her. He made no effort to wipe the traces of her fluids from his lips.  

The movement of his bare torso, with its dense muscles, appeared even more dramatic under the flickering light of the lanterns.  

The bulging muscles symbolizing his strength…  

As the woman momentarily lost herself in thought, his shadow loomed over her. Like shackles binding her, he interlocked their hands and pressed them above her head. Karel gazed quietly down at her face.  

Her tear-streaked eyes, reddened with emotion, her platinum lashes still holding droplets of tears, and beneath them, her purple eyes glimmered submissively, as if awaiting his command with a faint tinge of fear.  

Previously, he would have had to brush aside her thick bangs to see her face clearly. Perhaps he should be grateful to the old man who had cut her frustratingly long hair.  

Even the self-mockery that followed seemed like a sort of smile to her. She stared blankly at the ripples of emotion on his face with tear-filled eyes.  

‘Yes. If it weren’t for this face…’  

If it weren’t for this troublesome face that had almost brought her a life of hardship, this extraordinary man wouldn’t have taken any interest in her.  

If that were the case, she wouldn’t have been able to obtain the one thing she had ever truly desired.  

He wouldn’t have stayed with her.  

If he hadn’t tried to protect her, then when that incident happened earlier…  

‘Ah, that happened today, didn’t it?’  

Perhaps her mind had gone blank several times during her climax, but the memory of nearly being assaulted felt like a distant dream.  

He had made even that horrifying memory fade away.  

“…Yes, it seems so.”  

Unconsciously, impulsive words slipped from her lips.  

“What you said, Sir Knight, must be true.”

Karel’s eyebrows raised slightly at the bold response from the woman, who usually trembled like a frightened rabbit and could barely manage to answer him properly.  

“I prayed for your safe return.”

“…As I thought.”

The witch’s confession, which had so easily aroused him, made Karel chuckle briefly.  

With the accused admitting guilt, there was no other choice. He pulled down his pants without hesitation. The shaft, glossy from the pre-ej*culate that had been leaking continuously, sprang free.  

Without taking his eyes off her alluring purple gaze, he pressed the tip of his shaft against her entrance. Her vaginal opening, still convulsing from the aftershocks of her climax, eagerly swallowed the tip.  

The pleasure that followed was even more overwhelming than he had imagined.  

Determined not to lose himself in the sensation, Karel steadied his mind and slowly entered her.  

“Hng…”  

As her inner walls stretched to accommodate his thick and firm member after several days apart, the woman’s expression twisted slightly. Karel also struggled to suppress the urge to climax, overwhelmed by the pressure of her inner walls, which far surpassed anything he had experienced through self-gratification.  

Enduring the pleasure, he finally completed their union.  

Yes. This was the moment he had returned for.  

Like a traveler unloading their belongings at the end of a long journey, a deep sense of relief washed over him.  

Karel pulled his hips back until only the tip remained inside, then thrust deeply into her with all his strength.  

“Haaah…!”  

The intense pressure, as though she had been struck in the throat, caused tears to spill from the corners of her eyes. The dull ache from the sudden insertion was harsh, but she welcomed it.  

This was her achievement.  

This was the result of the one thing she had ever desired.  

The only thing in her life that had gone her way.  

The one she had dared to invite into her bed was this strong and beautiful lord.  

The one who could protect her with these sturdy arms.  

Her only choice had become her salvation today.  

Perhaps it was the alcohol she had consumed earlier, but the woman’s slender wrists entwined around his neck—a gesture she would never have dared before.  

Karel willingly allowed her to embrace him. With each thrust of his hips, their bodies pressed closer and closer together.  

His relentless movements pounded deeply into her, and she found solace in the overwhelming sensation.  

***

The lovemaking, after several days apart, was long and intense.  

The early night, which was set to last for three days due to the harsh cold, seemed endless. Time flowed without the night deepening further or the day breaking, leaving them immersed in their passion in the vague hours.  

Driven by the stimulation far exceeding anything self-gratification could offer, Karel explored her body recklessly, while the woman responded in kind. Though her gestures were limited to wrapping her arms around his neck, kissing his shoulder, caressing his waist, or moving her hips to draw him deeper, they were acts of courage for her.  

If her choice had led this lord to desire only her body, she would willingly give it to him.  

For Karel, this became a sort of absolution. Having acknowledged the witch’s confession of casting a spell, there was no need for her to feign innocence any longer.  

He knew she was innocent and pure. Yet, upon reuniting with her—especially after seeing her in a vulnerable state, nearly assaulted—he couldn’t help but feel shame for his uncontrollable lust.  

Thus, during one night, or dawn, or morning, or whatever time it was, the cycle repeated.  

***

When Karel entered the bath, claiming he needed to wash himself, the woman, accustomed to tending to others, lingered nearby, offering assistance. Before they knew it, they found themselves entangled once again.  

To ensure the scented water did not touch her wounds, Karel deliberately positioned her on top of him. With her lower region pressed against his, his body could not help but respond.  

Eventually, the woman faced Karel directly and enveloped his member. Determined to contribute in her own way, she placed her hands on his shoulders and began to move slowly up and down. Though her clumsy movements left much to be desired, Karel, having already cl*maxed multiple times, was able to endure with ease.  

Her movements were just enough to maintain his arousal.  

Steam shimmered around the woman’s chest as it rose and fell before Karel’s eyes. Her pale skin, dotted with sweat, bore vivid red lines and marks, which appeared even more striking under the steam. Though the congestion he had caused was visible in places, it paled in comparison to the marks left behind.  

Mocking the stimulation that failed to subdue his persistent er*ction, Karel stared blankly at the scars scattered across her skin.  

‘Please, take her with you.’  

‘Even if you take her, lock her away in a backroom, and never look for her again, it’s fine. It’s even fine if you grow tired of her and treat her coldly. Of course, it would be even better if you continued to cherish her as you have been…”

‘Please show mercy.’  

Mercy.  

Could this act of unrestrained lust be considered mercy?  

If so, had my father also shown mercy to my mother?  

At least I sought her out repeatedly, so perhaps it was slightly different.  

By ensuring his release occurred outside her body, was I offering her better treatment?  

‘…Hng.’  

Caught in his wandering thoughts, Karel snapped back to reality as a sharp wave of pleasure suddenly hit him.  

When he turned his gaze, the woman was looking at him shyly, her face flushed. She had apparently scratched the edge of his chest to draw his attention.  

“Are you… feeling unwell?”  

The most fragile person he knew dared to express concern for him.  

Who was he, for her to worry about him?  

No, this cunning witch couldn’t have sensed any dark emotions on his face. She was likely chastising him for not focusing on their union.  

Smirking inwardly, he thrust his hips upward with force.  

“Ah…!”  

The sound of water splashing out of the tub accompanied her collapse against him, having lost her balance. Though the water prevented rapid movements, it was easy enough for him to scrape the edges of her sensitive inner walls with his gl*ns.  

Using the buoyancy of the water to his advantage, he lifted her several times.  

“Hng… haa…”  

Even without additional f*replay, the repeated climaxes had left the woman highly sensitive, and the stimulation alone was enough to overwhelm her. She stifled her moans and slowly raised herself from where she had leaned against him.  

The chill of the spilled bathwater washed over her body, causing her shoulders to shiver briefly. She steadied herself against the surge of excitement that had nearly led her to surrender completely to him. Then, she resumed her slow, deliberate movements, rising and lowering her hips.  

Her actions caused his thick gl*ns to press firmly against her inner walls, rubbing here and there, eliciting sensations that made her lips part involuntarily despite her efforts to suppress her moans.  

Through the misty steam, her flushed face appeared intensely sensual.  

Karel, unable to resist, slid his thumb into her parted lips. Pressing down on her tongue, he watched as her lips, still marked with traces of blood, parted slightly. Imagining her mouth enveloping his member, he felt his shaft harden even further within her.  

He had once known a face similar to hers.  

Regarding that face, he had held a few firm emotions.  

But now, whenever he saw this face, he was overcome with lust, unable to think of anything but his desire.