From the Tip of the Tongue of the Lowliest Maid - Chapter 178

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

‘So don’t cry.’

My Lord.

My Holy Knight, who is greater than God, who shines with a brilliant silver light.

Please don’t cry.

‘You must be happy.’

…Please be happy.

Even in a world where I might not exist.

Arzeletta answered with her heart. They were words she had not been able to say. They were words she wanted to stay in that place forever and whisper to him countless times.

But time did not wait for her.

‘……!’

Her light-green eyes widened. Arzeletta powerlessly watched as the tears that had seeped into his heart were spewed out again as black blood.

Even after staining his mouth, his hands, and his noble uniform all over with blood, there was no conflict to be seen in Ragnar’s violet eyes.

“No…!”

Arzeletta had a premonition.

That he was prepared to die.

She knew that this person, who was like a fortress, had decided to bear all the sins she had committed.

‘Love to your heart’s content.’

At that moment, Arzeletta’s neck became stiff.

Like a being from a cursed myth, no sound came from her throat.

The answer she had tried to give also hardened like a stone and sank into eternal silence.

She could not bring herself to answer even in a dream.

‘Ah…’

The master of this domain, who knew neither excuses nor lies, who walked only one path.

My master, a maid of the domain he owned.

Perhaps I… am in love with you.

You…

“……!”

She opened her eyes in an instant. As if she was pushed by something, she was abruptly pushed out of the dream.

As if… as if even thinking was forbidden.

She blinked her wet eyes. Although she had woken up as if she had been roughly torn away by a powerful hand, the dream still felt sticky on her skin.

The reality that came suddenly was sharp, unlike the dream.

“Ah…!”

And it was hot.

At the same time as she recognized reality, her lips parted. Without a chance to resist, a tongue pushed in through her tender lips.

Arzeletta swallowed her breath at the sudden, unexpected kiss.

It was a more surreal situation than the dream. The persistent and aggressive tongue explored every corner of her mouth and sucked the sweet liquid from her, who had just woken up from a dream.

She felt dizzy. She flailed powerlessly, like a person who had been attacked.

A silvery light, resembling the moonlight, swayed in her blurry vision. She instantly recalled a scene from her dream. It was a name that made her eyes grow hot just by recalling it.

My Lord…?

“……!”

As if he had read her mind, the hand gripping Arzeletta’s waist tightened its hold. Arzeletta squeezed her eyes shut. It was not Ragnar. It was different from his kiss. It was different from his touch.

“Hah.”

At the end of the kiss, which had been so long that she was out of breath, Arzeletta finally broke free from her partner. Arzeletta swallowed her breath at the face that soon came into her view.

“Theo…”

“Did you sleep well, Rzel?”

“Hmph…!”

Her lips were once again swallowed by Theogrim. Arzeletta, with tears hanging from the corners of her eyes, was led helplessly by his kiss.

Their swollen lips met and their tongues entwined. Theogrim persistently, and at the same time, with enough time, dominated and occupied her inside.

Hot breaths mixed in as their lips momentarily separated. He licked every corner of her warm mouth and lips with the tip of his tongue as if he was licking something sweet.

The sound of their saliva mixing was so sticky that it was squelching. The string made by their sticky saliva stretched and disappeared again and again along Theogrim’s tongue. Arzeletta flailed with a face so red it was pitiful.

For the first time, Arzeletta knew that she could feel so thoroughly dominated by just a kiss.

“Hah…”

She did not know how much time had passed. Only when the taste of faint blood could be felt from their touching lips did Theogrim lift his head from her.

Faint drops of blood had also formed on Theogrim’s lips.

“Rzel.”

“Ah…”

Arzeletta placed her fingertips on her chapped lips. It was strange. She felt like tears were about to burst out already. It might have been because of the lingering image of the dream that was still on her skin.

But the afterglow did not last long.

“…Ah!”

Arzeletta arched her waist. She soon looked down at her body and swallowed her breath in surprise.

Theogrim and she were both already naked. Theogrim’s hand was deeply buried between her parted legs.

Theogrim moved the fingers he had pushed inside her. Arzeletta arched her back at the bone-chilling sensation that covered her entire body.

“It’s warm, Rzel.”

“Ah, mm…”

“Soft and cute. Just as I imagined. My Rzel.”

Squelch, as he moved his fingers, the squelching sound of water stuck to her ears again. The sound of her thoroughly soaked flesh rubbing against his was so sticky.