From the Tip of the Tongue of the Lowliest Maid - Chapter 175

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

“Ah, no, please, Theo, not here, please…!”

Theogrim’s hand swept away Arzeletta’s hair. His long fingers touched her bare chest, which was revealed through the long black hair. Arzeletta cried and flinched.

This was Ragnar’s bed. The place where he had relentlessly kissed her wounds and offered his sincerity, staking his entire past and future.

She could not do this. Not here, of all places. She could not do this here with anyone else, let alone his successor whom Ragnar himself had taken in and raised. She should not commit such a deception.

“Hmph…!”

She shook her tear-stained face as if shaking her head. It was her own resistance with all her might, but the power in Theogrim’s hand was real. Arzeletta’s chin was lifted as her face was gripped as if it would break in his hand.

When Theogrim stood next to Ragnar, who had an overwhelming height even among the knights, or Carmen, who was just as large, he had not seemed excessive in any way. His great height and well-proportioned body felt like a delicate and perfectly formed work of art.

But now, the physical power of Theogrim that was touching Arzeletta’s body was breaking her fantasy. As if to prove the grueling training he had not skipped a single day to sculpt his beautiful body, Theogrim’s entire body was firm without a single neglected part.

Theogrim’s height, which she had not felt was particularly tall because he was so well-proportioned, was once again overwhelming above Arzeletta. Theogrim unbuttoned his shirt. His body, revealed from inside the collar of his shirt with about four buttons undone, was firm with muscle, unlike the slender fit of his clothes.

“……!”

Arzeletta’s lips parted at Theogrim’s tongue that instantly pushed into her. Her black hair clung mercilessly to her white, tear-stained face. Theogrim swept the hair away and ravenously devoured Arzeletta’s lips.

As Theogrim’s fingers touched her pointed n*****s, Arzeletta’s body flinched as if she was startled. Theogrim did not miss that chance and pushed his hand inside Arzeletta’s thigh.

Her legs opened and her back was arched. She felt as if her entire body had been conquered in an instant. Arzeletta turned her body as if to run away.

She was instantly grabbed by the wrist by Theogrim. He placed Arzeletta’s hand inside his open shirt. The feeling of his heart, which was beating wildly, was conveyed to her small palm.

“Rzel. Don’t turn away.”

“Ah…”

“We are already one soul until the moment of our death. You cannot escape from me.”

“Please, please somewhere else… I’m begging you, Theo.”

Arzeletta pleaded desperately. This moment of revealing her body to another man in Ragnar’s bed was too painful.

As if he could see right through her heart, Theogrim shook his head.

“No. That way you will give up on him faster.”

Arzeletta blinked like an empty person. Theogrim’s expression was also terribly empty.

“Allow me, Rzel. Now, here.”

“Hmph…”

Receiving Theogrim’s kiss once again, Arzeletta tilted her head back. The familiar scent of the bedding, the familiar touch, but a stranger’s kiss violently shook Arzeletta.

It was then.

“……!”

Theogrim was the first to feel a presence. Theogrim, who had lifted his head from her lips which he had been roughly exploring, cocked his head with a sharp face.

Then Theogrim’s expression turned savage. A short curse leaked from between his neat teeth.

Arzeletta, who had been sobbing beneath Theogrim, noticed Theogrim’s changed expression. She instantly realized something and her eyes widened.

“Ah…”

Arzeletta sat up. She reached her hands out, groping here and there. She needed something to cover her body.

The only thing her hand touched was her tunic, which had been torn by Theogrim’s hands. Arzeletta was desperate for even that and quickly clutched it.

“My, My Lord…”

It was definitely Ragnar’s presence. Arzeletta searched for him as if she was being led by something. Arzeletta was blind, as if she had forgotten that she was in a terrible state of disarray at the hands of Theogrim.

She did not care if she was met with any kind of contempt.

She had to see him now.

She had to meet him and tell him everything.

Before it was too late, as soon as possible…