Chapter 180
“This secret passage is a complex maze. One path branches out into many. Most of the paths leading to important places are controlled by Ragnar, but even he doesn’t know all of them. At least not this room, for sure.”
“Ah…”
Theogrim moved his fingers again. Arzeletta flinched her body, which was already soaked with s***n, at the fingers touching the deep inside of her hole.
The entire room shook behind her wet eyelashes. Even with her blurry vision, she knew that it was an unusual sight. The walls and floors were made of the same gray stones that formed the castle walls, which made the room look desolate, but the other things were all beautiful, one by one.
This bed, the couch and the table, and the tapestry decorating the wall.
The furniture and fixtures were perfectly in place, as if someone had lived there until yesterday. The furniture, which looked expensive and luxurious at a glance, also looked brand new and untouched.
“Do you like it, Rzel?”
“……”
“I chose all of it myself. Thinking of you, even a single tassel with my own hands.”
Arzeletta swallowed her breath.
She had never owned any of these things in her entire life.
“Little by little over the last 10 years.”
“……”
“Later, open the closet. You’ll be surprised. There are enough clothes that you can wear and throw away a new one every day, Rzel.”
“……”
“When we’re done, put on a new dress and show me. You will be dazzlingly beautiful.”
Theogrim kissed Arzeletta’s shoulder. His hand, which had been thoroughly exploring her insides for a long time, now grabbed Arzeletta’s swollen chest.
Arzeletta’s shoulder flinched violently. Her own lubrication, which she had secreted, stuck to her b*****s, which were already a mess. It was an impossibly obscene situation.
Theogrim’s fingers pressed and pulled her n*****s, which were soaked and tangled with lubrication, s***n, and saliva. They were hands that seemed to have never held anything but a quill and holy objects in his entire life. Arzeletta parted her lips, which were swollen from the kiss, and breathed out a heated breath.
“Of course, you are most beautiful now, my Rzel.”
“Ah, mm…”
“I would love for you to stay like this forever. Don’t wear anything, just wear the marks I leave behind… It’s okay. It’s just the two of us here.”
“…Hah!”
Theogrim bit Arzeletta’s n****e. The lovely, reddened peak that seemed to hold sweet nectar was sensitively touched by the tip of the beautiful young man’s tongue.
Arzeletta docilely let her n*****s be sucked and was touched by him, while shaking her head with a face that was mercilessly red. Her body was buried deep in the bedding, which was softer than anything she had ever experienced.
It was not a delusion. She really could not put any strength into her arms and legs. It did not seem to be just because she was overwhelmed by tension.
She recalled the scent she had smelled from Theogrim’s handkerchief before she lost consciousness.
And also the story of the red lily that Ragnar had explained to her.
“My, My Lord…”
“…Rzel.”
“I have to… meet My Lord, Theo.”
“Are you still saying that?”
Pop, a sound came from his lips, which were stuck to her chest again. It was a sound that sounded as if he were sucking on a sweet candy.
Theogrim said, while tickling her red and cute nub, which was glistening with wet saliva, with the tip of his tongue.
“Don’t make me angry, Rzel.”
“Please…”
“I am the only one who knows the way in and the way out. If you keep making me angry, you might never get to meet Ragnar.”
“……!”
Arzeletta’s shoulders stiffened with tension. In the midst of that, Arzeletta writhed her body, reacting sensitively to Theogrim’s fingertips and breath. It was a lovely gesture, as if she could not bear the ticklish sensation.
“You’re cute, you’re unbearably cute, Rzel.”
“Just once… hmph, just once is enough, Theo…”
“Not now. Because you are confused.”
Arzeletta looked up at Theogrim. Her pretty eye corners, which were full of desperation, were as red as roses.
“Once I am sure that your feelings have stabilized enough, I will let you meet him.”
“Ah…”
“When you return to being the one who loves me, Rzel.”
Theogrim was serious. It was a face that had regained its usual tidiness. However, the tear marks remaining around Theogrim’s eyes were clear to Arzeletta. As was the despair that looked as if his soul was being massacred, which was reflected in his eyes.
“Give me certainty, Rzel.”
They were tears she had made him shed.
“Prove to me that you love me, not him, Rzel…”
They were wounds she had clawed.
“You must be happy.”
Arzeletta recalled Ragnar’s voice, which was engraved in her soul.
And slowly, she closed her eyes.
Her deeply closed eyelids and long eyelashes trembled like a sigh.
It seemed she had learned too late that she could not be happy after losing him.
“……!”
Theogrim’s eyes widened.
Soon Theogrim threw himself onto Arzeletta’s white and beautiful body. Into her arms, which she had spread open to embrace him, as if to collapse into that euphoric, flower-like being while shattered into pieces.
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