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After moving the fallen knight into the nearest bedroom, Rose opened the drawer. Every bedroom in the castle was equipped with medical supplies to treat the body of any woman who had spent the night with Pluto, regardless of time or place. 

She took out the medicine, then used magic to lift the man’s body and skilfully stop the bleeding. She wrapped his chest with bandages, made new clothes to replace the ones she had torn, and laid him back on the bed – all with a single gesture of her hand. The severed arm, however, remained a nagging problem. 

Hmm… 

What shall I do about it?

Rose held the man’s severed arm, lost in thought. While it was easy to revive someone who had already stopped breathing, healing an injury came at a much higher price. It was like shattered glass – easier to rebuild than to restore the shards. 

With all the healers in the castle already dead, she had no choice but to do it herself. 

“If it’s only a severed arm, it shouldn’t be too hard to bear,” she muttered. Accustomed to Pluto’s sadistic nights, Rose had become insensitive to most kinds of pain. 

“I’ll just think of this as a slightly painful game.” 

She carefully aligned the severed arm with the knight’s body, joined the two and closed her eyes. As a faint light flickered beneath her eyelids, an intense pain shot through her arm, as if it were being squeezed to the point of tearing. Fortunately, the clean cut made it less painful than if it had been violently torn. 

Once the man’s arm was fully restored, Rose exhaled sharply, her expression briefly contorted in discomfort. 

‘It’s done.’

Rose held her aching arm as she bowed slightly to the man. Healing external wounds wasn’t particularly difficult for her. 

She had the power to repair any damage to the body – be it a lack of blood, a shattered soul or diminished physical abilities caused by such injuries. 

The life force of a goddess, granted at the cost of shortening her own life span. 

This was the source of her breath, capable of reviving even the dead. 

She kiss him. 

Rose pressed her lips gently against the man’s tightly closed mouth, like a soft knock. Her breath alone was effective enough with just a light touch, so there was no need to force his mouth open. 

Carefully, she let her breath flow through his closed lips and eventually, like a parched child, he instinctively opened his mouth to receive her breath. As the man’s breathing calmed, Rose’s gaze shifted slightly to the holy sword leaning against the door. 

‘Just in case, I’d better put that away.’ 

With a snap of her fingers, the sword was moved to another room. At that moment, a hand suddenly climbed up her back.

Rose felt the large hand covering her neck and her eyes widened in surprise. Before she could react, her body was pulled forward, their lips met and a wave of heat washed over her like a rough tide. 

The man’s eyes, not yet fully open, were like a drowning man desperately searching for air. He hastily explored the inside of her mouth, eagerly taking in her breath. 

‘You’ve recovered quickly. That’s a relief.’

With a sense of relief, Rose parted her lips a little further. The sound of wet flesh pressing against each other echoed loudly through the room. What began as a simple exchange of breath quickly turned into an intense friction. 

The man continued his fervent kisses, relentless to the point where Rose’s jaw began to ache. With each movement, the edge of the table he was leaning on to support his weakened body rattled, causing the candlestick above to sway precariously, as if about to fall. 

Thud!

The candlestick fell and the room was instantly plunged into darkness. 

When she regained her senses, Rose realised that she was already on top of the man’s body. 

Rose’s hand, resting on the man’s broad chest, trembled slightly each time her tongue was pulled. The moisture she couldn’t swallow trickled down her chin and slid down her neck. 

‘It seems he’s regained enough strength. That should be enough.’ 

Even though he was still unconscious, his strength had clearly returned a long time ago. Whenever she tried to gently push him away, he immediately reunited their lips without hesitation, as if unwilling to let go. 

As she struggled to adapt to the man’s aggressive and consuming movements, Rose gasped heavily, her body burning with heat. 

The mindless act dangerously fanned the flames of heat that grew ever more intense. 

A forbidden night, in which two beings who should never have intertwined became entangled by instinct, their lips meeting in a way that defied all taboos. 

For a brief moment, the fear that the knight might attack her upon awakening crossed Rose’s mind, but it faded quickly. That sense of danger only added to the excitement, and for the moment, nothing else mattered. 

In the darkened bedroom, only the two of them remained, consumed by their lust. Rose’s eyes half open, every detail of his dazzling white hair etched into her memory, bathed in the light of dawn. 

The breathtakingly beautiful man’s mouth carried the hot, metallic taste of blood. 

His arms were wrapped tightly around her waist, as if holding her captive. She could have easily removed them – it would have been easier than even moving her fingers – but for some inexplicable reason she couldn’t bring herself to do so. 

With each pull of their embrace, a dizzying sense of euphoria washed over Rose. The heat rising to the top of her head made her shoulders shake as she let out a soft moan. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so aware of her body while touching another person. The overwhelming sensations made her feel like her world was spinning out of control. 

She clung tightly to the man’s neck, tilting her head as she adjusted their angle. She enjoyed the kiss, deep but painless, and the movements, rough but never frightening. Even the simple act of their tongues intertwining made her uneasy with growing anticipation. 

This was the most careful, respectful kiss she had ever experienced in her entire life. 

The knight’s arms held her tightly, locking their bodies together with no room to separate. As he cupped the nape of her neck, he explored every corner of her mouth, but his hands remained steady, never wandering to more private areas. Even as she felt the growing hardness beneath him, he refrained from pressing further or making any inappropriate moves. He simply continued their kiss in a calm, restrained manner – his actions, even in his unconscious state, exuding a deep sense of decency and respect. 

It was as if he knew nothing more. Although he seemed to want to devour her, their tongues entwined, he never laid a hand on her body. 

His clumsy, rough movements, like those of a boy experiencing pleasure for the first time, awakened a longing far greater than if he had touched her whole body. A sinful satisfaction, something she could never have dreamed of feeling when she was with her husband, crept up her back and sent shivers down her spine. 

The noblest, purest man in the world held me in his arms. 

As if to cleanse my rotten and tainted soul, he licked every inch of me, reaching deep into the recesses of my throat…    

‘I wish he’d lick me a little more.’ 

As Rose, gasping for breath, grabbed the man’s face and pressed it to her br*ast, it happened – the man opened his eyes. 

Rose looked down with a dazed expression at the man who had opened his eyes in the valley of her br*ast. His golden eyes, revealed beneath pale lashes, shone like a lighthouse piercing the dark night. 

The man stared for a moment at the hollowed curve of her skin, then slowly lifted his gaze. 

“This is …..” 

“…….” 

“…What, who….” 

His deep voice came out slightly delayed, as if hesitant. The man stood still, his arms still wrapped tightly around Rose’s waist, causing her to study him with a hint of curiosity. 

His face, expressionless, as if stripped of emotion, was bathed in the pale moonlight, making him look like a finely carved statue. 

‘Could he be the type of person who rarely shows emotion on his face?’

“You’re awake?”

She asked, gently stroking his cheek as if to reassure him. But instead of calming down, his shoulders became even more rigid. 

His reaction was much stiffer than she had expected, causing Rose to blink in slight surprise. 

‘It seems the rumours are true – that Holy Knights grow up without ever seeing a woman until the day they die.’ 

She had been worried that he would attack her the moment he woke up, but fortunately that didn’t happen. Even the Knight who had single-handedly defeated the Demon King seemed unsettled by the strange situation of waking up nestled against a woman’s br*ast. 

“Are you feeling dizzy? Do you remember your name?”