From the Tip of the Tongue of the Lowliest Maid - Chapter 116

This work contains scenes of sadistic coercion and hardcore depictions of BDSM. Reader discretion is advised.

At the thought that resurfaced, Theogrim’s violet eyes glowed dimly.

It was a proposition as self-evident as the existence of God.

There had never been a moment when they weren’t each other’s. Arzeletta’s very existence, of course, but also her breath, her gaze, her thoughts, and, and…

“Rzel, my Rzel.”

Theogrim called Arzeletta like a madman. The slowly deepening evening light dyed Theogrim red. He was losing his reason to fear of the coming pain, and to his obsession and desire for what was his.

If he held her, he would never let her go from his arms. He would keep her only in his arms, day and night. He would open her small, warm entrance, which had waited long, and plunge deep inside, pouring out his love until it overflowed.

He would pour and pour and pour, saturating and sating Arzeletta, who had never eaten her fill in her life.

My delicate and innocent Arzeletta. She might cry at first. She would whimper, seeing the liquid overflowing, saturating her inside.

She might say it’s strange, that it’s scary, and try to run away. But even then, the only place to run would be into his arms.

Then he would comfort her. That it’s not scary, that this is proof of their love. He would hold her, soothe her, caress her, and reassure her, and she would soon be fine.

And into her fully aroused self, he would plunge again and again, ceaselessly feeding her his own. Until her small, cute belly was full of his s***n, until she collapsed from exhaustion, until she pleaded for him to stop.

Because Arzeletta believes anything he says. Because Rzel loves him. Because they gave each other their souls, because they shared their wounds, because they decided to survive for each other, so…!

Knock, knock.

“……!”

Theogrim’s thoughts, which had been racing without pause, stopped in an instant.

“Del Rose.”

The familiar voice of his attendant was heard.

Something snapped, and Theogrim’s world became quiet.

Theogrim unfolded his clenched fist. He released the half-torn page from his hand, slowly regulated his breathing, and straightened his back.

A moment later, on Theogrim’s revealed face, all the myriad thoughts that had just been fiercely clawing at him were cleanly erased.

The attendant cautiously opened the study door and entered. Theogrim turned and gave him a slight nod. His demeanor was dignified.

“It is the Lord’s instruction. The ritual…”

“I know. It’s almost time to begin.”

Theogrim replied calmly, smiling as he rose from his seat. It was when he turned towards the door.

“No, that’s not it. Del Rose has ordered that the purification ritual you receive be suspended for a while.”

Theogrim’s steps halted. After a moment, he turned his head to look at the attendant. He looked as if he had misheard something.

“…What do you mean? Suspend the ritual?”

“He ordered that the ritual you receive, Theogrim-nim, be stopped until the vigilance against the dead is complete.”

The attendant’s expression was apologetic. They did not know the details of the ritual, which only high priests could attend. However, they knew well that it was a very significant duty and that Theogrim being at the center of it was a tremendous honor.

“Seasonal festival preparations are about to begin, so many people will be traveling to and from the mountain. He seems uneasy even after personally setting up the barrier. So, he doesn’t know what might happen.”

“……”

“He said he would deliver your new duties to Del Rose soon, so until the seasonal festival ends, you will need to focus on public duties rather than the purification ritual… I apologize.”

The attendant truly felt awkward and bowed deeply. Del Rose remained silent at the sudden news.

The young man, who resembled an angel, had trembling eyes. He seemed confused. The attendant looked at him with a touch of pity.

Given his background, Theogrim was more zealous than anyone in finding his place. Those who observed his passion and efforts knew this well.

Perhaps, the attendant surmised to himself, he might be feeling responsibility and self-reproach for the suspension of the ritual.

“…Don’t worry too much.”

At the attendant’s kind comfort, the beautiful young man lifted his trembling violet eyes.

“The situation will soon stabilize, and you’ll be able to resume the ritual. The Lord is such a perfectionist, after all. You know that better than anyone, Theogrim-nim.”