A snow-white hand reached out and seized the bed curtain. Along with the sound of ragged breathing, someone’s black hair spilled across the sheets in dark waves.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

It happened then. With a low, seething voice, a large hand with veins standing out caught the white hand that had been trying to flee the bed. It pulled with merciless force, closing the distance so there was no getting away.

“Ngh.”

“Iberis.”

It was a voice that could swallow her whole.

Whether it was murderous intent or affection, the tangled emotions churned and roiled. The woman exhaled in ragged breaths and raked her nails roughly down the broad back of the large man leaving deep marks on her nape. Whether it was the force of it that drew blood, a faint iron smell spread through the air.

“That’s not enough to kill me.”

“You think I don’t know that?”

“Ha. Right. Of course you do.”

Laughter that could have belonged to either of them mingled together. The man who had been devouring and gnawing at her without pause reached out and snatched her by the white throat.

“Iberis, I hate you.”

“Ugh…”

“I hate you. Enough to want to kill you.”

If he applied force, that slender neck looked as though it would simply snap, yet in truth the woman’s body was not so fragile. Even so, there was a man who could not stand to watch.

“No. You won’t be able to.”

In truth, this suffocating space had not held only the woman and that one man. Another man, his voice languid and smooth like a troubadour’s, gripped hard around the hand that was strangling the woman’s throat.

“Because I won’t allow it.”

Those fingers, white and fine and long as a woman’s, were every bit as strong as the hand that had been cruelly squeezing the throat, despite their soft appearance.

Having finally forced the hand away from Iberis, the man smiled gently and met her eyes. His hair shone like threads of gold, vivid even in the darkness.

“Gentle Your Majesty. I wish to remain by your side forever.”

The woman let out a scoff, but the singing voice poured out soft and unhurried. He kissed her nape, right where the other had been gnawing and leaving cruel marks just moments before, as if to make a point.

“How heartless you are. Why won’t you see it? You are my cradle.”

Even as she exhaled hot breaths from the pleasure spreading thick and slow through her, the woman’s silver eyes held nothing but contempt for the men before her. Or perhaps she was mocking her own body for its helpless response.

“How amusing. They say nothing changes as easily as the human heart. Isn’t that so?”

“You’re still as cold as ice… and yet the way you welcome my touch is truly, truly maddening.”

“Haa!”

“Yes, just feel it. Who it is that touches you, sets you burning, drives you to this.”

“Ngh!”

“You promised you would cherish me most of all.”

The golden-haired man whispered it, watching intently as the woman’s drowsy eyelids trembled.

It was always intoxicating to him, that their union stripped away her curse, granted her sticky pleasure, and dissolved even the pain.

Yet cruelly, the woman’s heart did not burn at the same temperature or depth as the golden-haired man’s feelings for her. The white hand pushed him away, indifferent to how gently and persistently he clung to her.

“How dare you.”

A wounded expression rose plainly onto his beautiful face, but the woman was as pitiless as ice.

“That’s enough. Know your place.”

“…Your Majesty.”

“Step back.”

A woman’s body without a stitch of clothing, a woman who had just moments ago spread her legs wide and taken a thick c*ck deep inside her, sucking and pulling at it.

And yet she still overflowed with dignity, and it was truly ironic that if she pushed them away, the men in her bedchamber would crumble without so much as a proper protest.

“You’re next. Come here.”

In the end the man withdrew, and the woman’s white hand crooked a finger. At that gesture, someone who had been standing back beside the curtain came scrambling forward.

“Ngh, ugh! You have no idea, no idea how long I’ve been waiting. It hurts so much, I can’t bear it, Your Majesty.”

The presence approaching with heaving m*ans was like a beast that had been waiting for nothing but this call.

“Why, why did you only call for me now? You’ve been doting on those two and ignoring me…”

His voice trembled as though he might go mad from the excitement, and where the white hand brushed against him, a massive c*ck, more like a club, stood fully *rect.

Even after having been buried inside the woman’s hole any number of times, it twitched as though it would never tire, leaking pre-c*m and seed in a messy, obscene display.

“Mmh, please cherish me.”

The woman, Iberis, looked into those guileless eyes flowing with affection and madness, and gave a nod. A massive frame covered her. A shadow truly enormous, like a bear from a snowy mountain.

“Mmhh, I can’t hold back!”

His voice whined and wheedled, but everything else was rough. He gripped her slender waist and rutted his swollen, brutish c*ck against her smooth skin again and again, as though begging.

Wet, slapping sounds rang out endlessly each time that soaked pillar of flesh dragged across her. The woman smiled with arrogance, and the enormous man rubbing himself against her laughed while he wept.

“No patience whatsoever. Isn’t it just pathetic.”

“Aah, Your Majesty, Your Majesty!”

“How dare you, a wretch like you, throw a tantrum.”

“Punish me more. Discipline me more!”

“Knowing no shame.”

Spreading her thighs as though he wanted to thr*st inside her at any moment, yet unable to do so without permission, the man who wandered and ground only against her soft inner flesh was truly a slave awaiting her command alone.

His madness was no less than that of the two men before him. Iberis grabbed a fistful of his hair and smiled, bewitching.

“Yes, my slave. Does it feel that good?”

“Ugh, mmhh, slave. That’s right. I am, yours, ngh, ugh! Only yours, your slave!”

“But you are nothing but a nuisance to me. You are loud and tiresome, and needlessly oversized in every way.”

“Ah, ah, please, revile me more cruelly!”

“Shameless creature.”

“Haaa!”

The heaving motion grew more violent, and Iberis’s body was slowly pushed back. When she reached the edge of the bed, there was a hand that caught her at the small of her back.

The touch of the last man, different from all the ones before him, was the roughest and at a glance the plainest, yet it belonged to the one she trusted most.

“Your Majesty, that one is being insolent. Please do not indulge him so.”

“Ha. Does it look that way to you?”

“Yes.”

She laughed at the displeased voice with a satisfied sigh and entrusted her whole body to the one standing at her back. At the same time, she savored the sensation of that slick pillar grinding its wet against her.

“Huu.”

The curse was agonizing, yet the strange sensation that traveled through her veins and dissolved the pain was so distant and pleasurable it was addictive.

Who could have imagined it? Iberis, the exalted Emperor. Pillar of the Empire. What man would dare lay a hand on that untouched body? And yet now, four men were coveting her all at once.

If the secret of this bedchamber were ever to leak outside, the Empire would be half turned on its head.

“Iberis, what is so amusing? Do not neglect me like this.”

The first man, who had never had much patience to begin with, dragged his fingertips along Iberis’s foot and pressed her.

“Your Majesty, I wish to laugh with you as well. Please allow me to touch you again.”

Despite his gentle, soft voice, the second man’s hands were quite obsessive. He took hold of her ankle, lifted her leg onto his thigh, and ran his hand slickly up from her calf.

The smooth crook of her knee, the gently protruding bone of her kneecap, the soft inner thigh that curved in such a subtle arc…

“Ah, ah, I’m going to come. May I come? Please let me come on your skin, Your Majesty. Yes? Please. Please let me, quickly.”

The enormous third man, eyes brimming with tears as he pleaded, shook his head as though he could hold on no longer. His gentle eyes belied the vicious madness that clung and festered within them.

“Your Majesty. Please, give the command.”

Unlike the noisy men before him, the last voice called out quiet and heavy, standing in place like a tree, and it struck Iberis’s heart hard.

“Haha!”

They were all her slaves and her contracted men, men who dared to touch and thr*st into the Emperor’s body and yet were cherished and indulged by her endlessly.

Yet in truth, Iberis was not a ruler who took pleasure in carnal desire. Even a few months ago, her body had never once been touched by a man’s hand, and she had even held such contact in contempt.

If not for that damned curse, she never would have become entangled like this.

It had all begun with the act of not killing her, the enemy of her life, the treasonous criminal, that woman.