Slick, slurp. Listening to the lewd sounds of flesh that seemed designed to humiliate her, Iberis laughed. His intent was plain to her, but regrettably, the pleasure outweighed the displeasure.

“Hng.”

If it meant lifting the curse.

She would have rolled around in mud.

“You’re desperate for it, Iberis.”

The man lifted his face from her br*ast where he had been sucking roughly and sneered at her. He was taunting her, but those genuinely handsome lips were smeared with saliva. She had plenty to say in return.

“Look who’s talking, Grand Duke.”

Meeting the relentless, attacking gaze head-on, Iberis drew up her knees. She ground against the man’s center above her. The sneer came at the same time.

“When you’re this hard yourself.”

“……Ugh.”

“Where do you get the nerve to act so composed?”

“You, ngh.”

“Calling the emperor ‘you.’ How rude.”

Since that was what he wanted, she fought back the same way, like they were at war.

“Hmm?”

“Ugh!”

His *rection grinding against her hard kneecap must have hurt considerably. The man who had briefly bowed his head beside her shoulder lifted it again, irritably. He glared with barely contained fury, then moved.

“Did you think I’d just go along with it!”

A large hand swept irritably across her stomach. At that sharp stimulation, the strength drained from Iberis’s knees.

Lionel moved without hesitation, trailing down along her skin. And then he reached the place that had been tormenting her with its burning heat all this while.

Against that soft, smooth skin, bare of any hair. He pressed steadily into the cleft and met her eyes. A brief silence settled between their panting breaths.

Once they started, there was no turning back.

The way back had been closed from the beginning, but this would be truly irreversible.

Iberis’s eyes narrowed. She was in the middle of deciding what sharp words to throw out to provoke the one who seemed to be hesitating.

This time Lionel was faster. He opened the entrance of the woman he hated, wanted to kill, resented, the woman who remained in his chest like a scar.

“……!”

Rough fingers pushed inside. They parted the delicate opening and spread the hot, yielding entrance.

“Hng, ngh!”

Hot warmth was there, but the tender opening was still dry and tight. The thick knuckle of his index finger drove inward, and at the same moment Iberis’s body arched like a bow.

“……!”

“D*mn it, Iberis.”

It hurt. The pleasure that had been cresting and surging vanished entirely and gave way to fierce pain. Even with the bloodline of the imperial family and its powerful strength, the inconsiderate hand prodding at a delicate and sensitive place made her clench her teeth.

“Li, onel, you.”

The finger that had pushed in and forced open that tight passage withdrew without consideration, just as it had entered, then drove back in.

“Mm, hk!”

“So you make that face too.”

“Grand Duke, this, ngh!”

“It’s not as though we’re making love tenderly, is it, Your Majesty? That would be unpleasant for both of us.”

“Mm, mm, ngh!”

“D*mn, it’s tight. It’s going to bite my finger off.”

“Shut up and just, move!”

The moment the thick knuckle was tormenting the tender entrance, a strange heat made itself felt again inside the opening that had held nothing but pain and a sharp ache.

Thud, thud, thud, thud.

“Your technique is, terrible, Li, onel!”

“Seems you still have the energy to talk.”

“Don’t you think that reflects on you?”

“Ha, that’s rich!”

Unlike the words they were tearing at each other with, explicit sounds began to come from the entrance being worked relentlessly in and out.

“When you’re gripping so tight.”

“The Grand Duke has a filthier mouth than I expected. Hng……!”

The entrance, gradually loosening, gripped and pulled at the fingers with a wet, yielding sound. The corner of Iberis’s mouth gave way. The pleasure surging up made the veins stand out in her throat.

Lionel was watching all of it, watching her disheveled state, with what looked like enjoyment. She glared back at that gaze, but her body was rocking helplessly from below.

“Iberis.”

Squelch, squelch.

The red inner flesh of her core clenched and worked. Every time the knuckle scraped through the tender entrance, Iberis grew quieter.

Pleasure, vivid heat.

The insolent fingers daring to spread and push into the emperor’s core went from one to two.

At the spreading pressure of being opened wide, Iberis’s head fell back. The fingertips working through the wet inner walls of her tender passage were overwhelmingly stimulating.

With her vision spinning, she thought. She had only ever cursed this as wretched coupling, and yet was s*xual stimulation really something that drove a person this mad?

‘Like becoming a beast.’

Her hips rose without her meaning them to, forgetting entirely who was daring to pin her down like this. More. More. The inside ached with wanting.

‘I can’t think at all.’

She knew that the man who hated her most in the world was watching every change in her, and yet the surging impulse stole her breath.

‘How, pathetic……’

The tips of her swaying br*asts tingled. The emperor’s mask, worn under the pressure of never showing weakness, never showing pained m*ans, never showing anything, fell away piece by piece.

A clear, drawn-out m*an spilled loose, and the hands exploring her inside grew rougher still. The man’s shaft, brushing against her skin at intervals, was hot, and he too was aroused.

“Iberis, inside you.”

At that low voice calling her name, her entrance clenched hard. She did not want to admit it, but the low voice pouring out as he stimulated her was not unpleasant.

“Hng, mm.”

“Where my hand is.”

“How dare you, ask.”

“Where I’m pushing into……”

“Ngh!”

The outer flesh, slick with wet, spread open, and the large hand followed the mound relentlessly and worked into the inner flesh.

Wet, slick sounds rang out as liquid flew.

“D*mn it, why are you so hot?”

Deep, pushing sounds came as long, thick fingers scraped through the tender inner walls. When she lifted her hips against the unbearable sensation, they followed deeper and drove in harder.

“How can you be……”

With every slick pull inward into the entrance that was softening and yielding by the moment, both of their reason evaporated rapidly.

“This tight.”

* * *

Lionel did not know what he was saying. He was clearly throwing out cruel words to torment the other person.

The man who had always wanted to shatter the arrogant, haughty expression of the woman he hated had been shaken badly from the moment Iberis made a face that did not suit her.

‘This is only treatment.’

Even when she let out shallow, restrained m*ans at his touch.

‘It is only a process for the curse-breaking.’

Even when he sucked hard at her full br*asts.

‘It means nothing.’

Even when he pushed into the hot, tight core.

Watching the expression that crumbled little by little, like quiet sobbing, Lionel felt a rush of exhilaration. The contact that had been like a battle transformed into something hot and slick. Greed spread from the hand working inside her.

More. He wanted to see more. The sight of the emperor shaking because of him was making him this hot.

He felt he would burst.

The entrance that gripped like it would bite his fingers off was delicate and tight. Yielding and hot. Before he knew it, three fingers were breaking in the entrance that had been so resistant and working through the inner walls that had melted and given way.

“Iberis.”

She should have been throwing curses at him for calling her name, and yet why did it feel this good. The small, tight entrance, the hot inner flesh, the white, beautiful body shaking roughly under his hands.

“I, beris.”

He did not know how he would endure three nights.

He had thought that since contact was enough, he might not necessarily have to have *ntercourse, that if they just kept their bodies together he could manage somehow.

What a useless load of nonsense that had been. The fingers working inside her had no intention of pulling out. Every time the flushed entrance spilled its wetness, a thrilling pleasure made him feel he would burst.

“Ha, ah, haa.”

Only occasional long m*ans and panting breaths, but that alone had Lionel’s head burning red-hot.

The gaze that looked at him with intermittent frowns was vivid. Iberis was looking at him. Fully aware of it, she was trembling with pleasure.

He drove hard into the textured inner walls and watched straight on as the woman’s narrow lower stomach convulsed.

‘Iberis, you.’

Were giving your body over to him.

In his head, his pride screamed furiously that this was not allowed. The blazing, red-hot instinct swung a sharp blade. What did it matter? It felt this good, this good.

There was no need to be soft or gentle. Watching the gaze that looked back at him with provocation, Lionel grew restless. Even while being worked over relentlessly, the woman had one last shred of composure.

“Lionel.”

He wanted to strip all of it away.

To the very end, he wanted to make her fall apart completely.

The woman drew him in. When he glared back with a fierce gaze, the corners of her eyes curved softly. She was lovely. D*mn it, damnably so, she was that beautiful.

The truth the cowardly man had hidden to the very end was laid bare in a mess. The *rection swollen to bursting with suppressed impulse throbbed heavily.

Thud, thud! Thud, thud.

He moved his hand with his arousal behind it. He tasted the yielding, clinging inner walls in irregular strokes. And then at a certain moment.

“Haa!”

With a great convulsion, her entrance clenched harder than it had at any moment before. With a pressure so strong it truly felt like his fingers would be severed, the white female body heaved with pleasure.

The supreme emperor’s cl*max.

Ah, d*mn. The moment he witnessed it, he too went rigid all over with pleasure he could not hold back. His c*ck, which had not even entered that tight, hot entrance, was spending without shame. Drip, drop, the hot liquid fell onto the woman’s thigh.

And there, his memory cut out.