Eaten By The Tyrant I Raised

“First, let her see that she’s a heretic.”

Give her the same isolation you endured at the manor.

Let Lady Rida Beauchamp be isolated among the temples.

“If it’s not as difficult as you think, if you like it, gradually take further revenge on her.”

What do you think?

The gentle voice moved her.

Nabel, whispering wicked deeds into her ear, was a devil.

A devil who harms people and grasps desires.

A devil who incites her to stop holding back and do whatever she wants.

But Lorna couldn’t refuse his words.

No, deep down, she knew.

Now, she no longer wanted to be afraid.

“…Alright.”

“Yes.”

Nabel chuckled softly, his hand brushing Lorna’s cheek as he lightly kissed her forehead.

“Fear nothing anymore.”

For that is how I endured ten years, without you by my side.

The beginning of her revenge came after she became the mistress of destiny.

With the test at the pinnacle close at hand, time was running out.

“……”

Nabel’s kiss grazed the bridge of her nose and lingered on her upper lip.
A faint, whispered sound echoed through the bedroom before fading away.

And as their breaths intertwined, a moist sound resonated within the room.

“Ah.”

Nabel savoured Lorna’s breath, as if he would not let a single piece escape into the world.

Their embrace was a fervent collision of lips, so intense that his arms around her loosened.
Nabel held onto her slipping wrist.

It was not just her hand; it was her wrist that he kissed.
It was the hand he had always desired.

More than anything, I want to understand your heart.

At this very moment, are you accepting me without the slightest discomfort?

As my heart is filled with you, are you also filled with me?

Are you in such anguish that you cannot bear a single day without me by your side?

Yet, he did not dare to hold her hand.

“Haah…”

He did not wish to invade Lorna’s heart without permission.

Instead, he sought to explore her even more deeply.

Nabel kissed her deeply, causing Lorna’s mind to blur, burying his face in her chest.

“My heart is still racing.”

He whispered softly.
His warm breath brushed against her flushed face beyond the white Schmuse shoes.
Nabel once again listened to her heartbeat.

“……”

And then, he kissed her lips once more, without her consent.
From her pristine fingertips to the back of her hand, there was no place untouched by his cool touch.

Perhaps it was the sweat turned cold.

The palm of her hand was no exception.
Starting from her fingertips, Nabel gradually trailed his lips along every knuckle.

Kissing each individual finger, as if there were no imperfect spots.
A sweet sound reverberated throughout the room.

“Ah.”

Lorna flinched slightly at the ticklish sensation, and Nabel, with a low chuckle, aligned his lips with her round shoulder.

The shoulder was also chilly.
With a regretful expression, Nabel pulled up the blanket.
Now, both of them were under the covers.

The blanket was so thick that not even a hint of moonlight could penetrate through.
When they peered inside the blanket, darkness was the only presence.
Within that small space, only the two of them existed.

It was warm.

In the warmth and sweetness, a small smile appeared on Lorna’s face.

Softly, Nabel kissed her cheek and lowered his head once more.

“Nabel.”

The sensation of his slightly raised teeth touching her caused Lorna to flinch.
Nabel gently brushed away her wrist that he was holding.

“Don’t be startled, my lady.”

I have no intention of harming you.

Whispering these words, Nabel untied the lace of her chemise and slid it to the side.

The flexible lace of the chemise descended over Lorna’s shoulder and hung below her elbow.
Her round shoulder was exposed, and the curvaceous lingerie line was fully revealed.

It was the last barrier against Nabel’s intrusion.
Nabel briefly licked the exposed shoulder with his tongue.

“Ah.”

The sound, the scent, the sweetness, all were indescribable.
Nabel left a deep mark between her shoulder and chest.
Then, he lowered his hand and encased her back.

Within the warmth of his embrace, a soft sound of undergarments being undone made Lorna’s face blush once again.
It was when she turned her gaze away out of embarrassment.

“Look at me.”

Nabel whispered softly.
It was an irresistible voice—tender and desperate.

Lorna looked at him again.

“Are you embarrassed?”

Nabel chuckled softly.
Lorna’s face grew even redder.
Her ears were no exception.
Even in the depths of the darkness, Nabel could discern it.

Nabel’s fingertips grazed the tip of her chin as she tried to slightly lower her head.

“Like this.”

Nabel’s whispered breath dispersed near Lorna’s neck.
Perhaps because they were within the thick blanket, it felt as though their warmth was intensifying each other.

“Just stay like this.”

Nabel kissed beneath her lips.

“You are lovely, my lady.”

What makes you so shy? Nabel’s hand, which had been wrapped around her back, traveled upward and reached her waist.
Then, he gently squeezed the chest he had yearned for every day.

“Ah.”

Nabel stood upright, with his chest protruding confidently.
He flashed a smile, and the corners of his mouth curled upward.

“Here I stand,” he proclaimed.

Nabel’s fingertips delicately grazed her bosom.
As they traversed the hardened terrain, a ripple of sensation coursed through Lorna, causing her body to quiver in response.

“Ah,” she gasped.

Nabel pressed himself closer to her within the confines of the blanket.
His knee, which had found its place between Lorna’s legs, made contact with her intimate area.

A surge of heat engulfed them.

Nabel firmly pressed his knee against Lorna’s intimate region.

“This spot,” he murmured into her ear, gently lowering her wrist from his grasp onto the plush bed.

“Is damp,” he whispered.

Upon hearing his words, Lorna’s visage blushed uncontrollably, as if it were painted with the hues of a vibrant sunset.