He had to be out of his mind. True, she had provoked and goaded him, but even so, wasn’t this far too bestial?

“Ah, ugh, ngh! Hah!”

Under ordinary circumstances, she would have grabbed the insolent man by the hair and hurled him straight into the wall.

But right now, she couldn’t summon strength to any part of her body.

‘Hah.’

The fingertips that could have bored through marble held nothing but trembling born of pleasure.

The man’s large hand squeezed her br*ast as though he meant to burst it. Each time her n*pple grazed the knuckles of his fingers, still soaked from having stirred her entrance moments ago, a dizzying rush of pleasure shot through her.

“Ha, ugh, st, op, ngh!”

It had been such a wretched arrangement and contract to begin with, so she had been willing to go along with whatever he asked. She had even wondered what could possibly drive Lionel, who couldn’t stand to touch her, to move so violently.

But stimulation, it seemed, was a different matter entirely. Somehow, the man who came at her looked as though his arousal had truly detonated, more so than she, the one afflicted by the curse.

By the time she came to her senses, her s*x was spread wide open before the man’s face. His hot breath touched her, and Iberis convulsed as she tried to raise her upper body and push him away.

She was swallowed before she could manage it.

“Hah, ngh……!”

It was merciless. His ravenous mouthing was so intensely stimulating it seemed as though he had lost his reason entirely, and her body went limp. Her smooth, hairless outer folds were drawn into his mouth and sucked relentlessly.

D*mn it all, how was this even possible. Broken m*ans spilled out of her without a shred of decorum. Ah, Iberis clutched her own face and trembled.

The edge of his firm teeth pressed down on her cl*toris. Light flashed before her eyes. His hot, yielding tongue drove into the entrance he had just stretched open.

It plunged in as though to bury itself to the root, lapping at her inner walls. At the pleasure that bordered on pain, Iberis bit down hard on her own lip.

Blood welled up along with the sting.

“God, d*mn it!”

Her own hands lost their composure as well. She tore at the man within reach of her fingertips until it hurt. A tearing sound rang out, and the smell of blood was sharp and clear. It was very nearly a struggle for survival.

Thr*st, thr*st, thr*st, thr*st, her tingling entrance melted against the tip of his tongue. With a small convulsion, her body lurched as though struck by lightning. Something slick and wet poured from her opening.

“Haa, ha.”

Lionel lifted his face, his expression dazed. Glistening liquid was smeared thick across his sharp-featured face. Her arousal.

She wanted to collapse. But even within the pleasure hazily rising through her, Iberis had no intention of showing weakness.

She looked at the man before her, disheveled and gazing at her with something like a plea, and curled her lips the way she always did.

Forgetting entirely that her opening was spread wide and gaping slickly on display, she launched her habitual attack.

“You look like you’re enjoying yourself quite a bit, Grand Duke.”

The hatred directed at the woman who had caused his younger sister’s death.

“You were sucking so eagerly.”

A murderous gaze that said he wanted to kill her.

That much was the same as always. But the response was different.

Lionel, his torso rising and falling, blood trickling down from the wounds Iberis’s nails had carved into him, let out a low laugh. He snickered like something low and contemptible.

“Iberis, you’re always like this.”

His hand seized her ankle. She was yanked upward.

“Provoking people, driving them into a corner.”

Her glistening s*x spread wide open, twitching as though beckoning him inside.

“I’ll do exactly what you want.”

And the man, Lionel.

The Grand Duke, who no longer had any desire to spare her the slightest consideration, gripped the tip of his own member, swollen taut and ready to burst. He took aim with the head of his c*ck, slick with pre-release.

And drove straight in.

“……!”

Her white body convulsed as though it might fly off the surface. He pinned it down hard, and the lord who looked as though he had no intention of offering a tender word or a single excuse even if it killed him, skewered her opening without mercy.

“Ngh, ugh!”

The thick, burning column of flesh was a tight fit in her narrow opening. No matter how thoroughly his tongue had stirred her and his fingers had thr*st inside, her tender entrance, which had never taken anything within it, clenched and fluttered.

He drove into her like a beast, into the entrance stretched taut and spread wide. At that pressure and pain, both of them swallowed their m*ans at the same moment, yet he only thr*st in with brutal force.

Filled with hatred.

Or perhaps…… with an affection he had never been able to show.

“D*mn you, Your Imperial Majesty.”

Watching the Grand Duke’s savage expression, which looked ready to snarl, Iberis narrowed her eyes.

She found herself wondering if this was really the same person she had known. His face wore an expression that seemed to drip with raw want as the man drove his hips upward into her.

What had been forcing its way in with such difficulty plunged deep inside with a wet sound. Heat bloomed against her inner walls, which had been trembling with pain. Slick fl*id gushed forth, making the penetration somewhat smoother.

But just as she began to adjust, the thicker column greedily closed the gap. It pushed her inner walls apart, forcing its way in until they could stretch no further.

The broad head ground against her tender walls. Deeper, deeper it was buried, until it had entered fully enough to press his sac against her.

“Hah, ah, ngh.”

Iberis reached out her hand. Breathing was quite a struggle. The curse-breaking process appeared to be progressing with merciless thoroughness. The shattering pain had vanished without a trace, and the pleasure radiating from her entrance burned like a flame.

In that case, couldn’t they go slowly? He had entered her already, so he could move after this pain subsided a little.

She was entertaining an uncharacteristically weak thought when blue eyes, suppressing raw fury, fixed their gaze on her. In that instant, she understood.

“……!”

That the man who had never once handled her gently would move like an animal.

“Ha, ugh, ugh, ah!”

Her body shook violently. What had been buried to the root dragged out roughly, scraping along her insides.

Before her entrance could close even slightly, the large head was thrusting into her opening again. Wet sounds rang out, and it was nearly like being struck, tearing at her inner walls.

“Hah, ngh, hah!”

“You, clearly, you’re enjoying this. Because of me.”

“You’re talking, nonsense, ngh!”

“You came like that and you still deny it.”

“Ha, Lionel!”

She clutched frantically at the man who seemed ready to crush her. Marks were scattered all across his firm torso. Bite marks were vivid, as though she had gnawed into him.

It was what she had done, swept up in pleasure.

She ran her hands over his solid back muscles, raked her nails across them, spread her legs and moved to meet him. At this moment, they were beasts.

Slap, slap, thud, smack, the sounds were loud. Wet, flesh-on-flesh sounds echoed from below. Her opening had no chance to close.

“God, d*mn.”

It felt obscenely good. Bouncing up and down, Iberis laughed fiercely. It was satisfying enough that she worried she might become addicted.

A tingling sensation climbed through her and her teeth itched. She grabbed the man’s fingers that fell within her grasp and bit down hard. When blood seeped out, she licked it slowly and thoroughly.

She smiled with pleasure.

“Haa, Grand Duke. Move more. It’s still, not enough.”

“…….”

A ferocious energy swirled around them, like the heat of a training ground where swords and spears are swung. A sharp, heavy ache and pleasure pounded against her inner walls.

“Iberis, I truly, despise you.”

Lionel, wearing an expression like he was picking a fight, thr*st deep inside her with his thick member.

“Ugh, ngh, ngh!”

“I don’t want to see you feeling good.”

“Ha, ugh, ngh!”

“This is nothing but treatment.”

She felt as though her opening might be torn away. Yet it also felt good. At last, the column of flesh that had been thrusting into her with wet, slapping sounds spilled its hot liquid inside her.

“I would never.”

Glug.

“Desire you……. Ngh!”

Whatever it was that burned in him like an active volcano, his eyes never lost their fierce light. Staring back at him, she deliberately clenched her opening tight. Lionel, mid-release, screwed up the corners of his eyes as though cursing.

It was a very satisfying sight.

“For someone who hates me, you.”

Glug, gluug.

“Came fast, Lionel.”

F*ck, the man muttered the small curse and hardened himself again.

He thr*st his burning column back inside her.

It was unmistakably round two.

The night was long. Mercilessly long.

* * *

A blue dawn had clearly come at some point, yet before she knew it, dark night was swallowing everything around them again.

Without sleeping, without eating, without so much as a sip of water, they had lost themselves in devouring each other.

The wet, slapping sounds were loud.

‘Haa, ah, ngh, ugh.’

‘Don’t hold back, let it out. Say it properly, Iberis!’

‘You talk too much. Just work, your hips.’

‘How much more do you want me to drive into you!’

He had thr*st and rocked into her so many times, with so much release, that she felt almost full from it. What had seemed like it would be a long and tedious stretch of time had gone on like beasts coupling until barely half a day remained.

It was a burning stretch of time that the pain of the curse could not touch.

“I’d believe it if you told me I bathed in s*men.”

At the voice that whispered with a laugh, Lionel couldn’t hide the momentary look of revulsion that crossed his face.

Even granting that she was no ordinary woman, was that something to say out loud.

“What’s with that expression now? Who was it that was biting and sucking the emperor and driving him to the edge just a moment ago.”

Those words drew a grimace across the man’s face as well. It wasn’t wrong. To a degree that made self-loathing surge up to his throat, he had sucked Iberis dry like a starving stray.

He had indulged with reckless abandon, as though it were he who was cursed and not her. Her white body, her inner flesh, the fl*ids that flowed from that body.

You crazy bastard.

‘What are you thinking right now?’

He was grinding the self-directed curse between his teeth and steeling his gaze when, without warning, the woman who had been lying sprawled on her back with her limbs spread wide, staring at the ceiling, turned over.

“Hey.”

“…….”

“How dare you ignore the emperor’s summons.”

“…….”

Watching the marks that had not yet faded on her white torso, laid bare without concealment, Lionel swallowed a pained groan. There were even handprints on her pale chest. He had put them there.