Chapter 14
There wasn’t a shred of contradiction in his simple way of thinking. He was merely using Sylvia to relieve the hormonal urges boiling over in him like a teenage boy. He believed he would grow tired of her soon enough.
Even as he gripped her hips and spilled his seed inside her, he never truly believed she would live long enough to bear his child. She was a seasonal amusement. A tool he could dispose of the moment he grew bored.
The proof was that he couldn’t even remember the princess’s name. “Hole,” “b***h,” “c*m dumpster”—titles like that were more than sufficient.
For someone who had just discovered a pleasure he’d never known, Kallist was excessively cold and rational. But it was natural. He despised those who became so absorbed in their games that they forgot their duty. He believed he was fundamentally different from that breed—like his idiot half-brothers, or the royalty of Roang.
Especially the Roang royalty. Over a decade ago, after conquering the eastern kingdom of Verdion, they had offered its royals and citizens to the Moon God in a depraved ritual. Even their king became obsessed with these sacrifices, neglecting the affairs of state, so it was only natural they marched down the path to ruin.
Even after receiving the report of the Crown Prince’s transgression, the Emperor didn’t bat an eye. He had found it suspicious from the start that they had taken the princess hostage instead of killing her, so he considered it fortunate that his son had at least developed an interest in women.
The Emperor subtly encouraged Princess Amelia, whom he had in mind as a candidate for Crown Princess, to seduce the Crown Prince. He thought she stood a chance, for while not as stunning as Sylvia, Amelia was undeniably beautiful. Besides, once a man awakens to the allure of women, doesn’t he naturally want to stick his d**k in every hole he finds? The Emperor, thinking his son took after him, assumed this was a given.
Unfortunately, the Emperor’s prediction was spectacularly wrong.
Amelia didn’t just fail to seduce Kallist; she couldn’t even capture a moment of his attention. She wore a dress that accentuated her voluptuous chest, batted her beautiful green eyes, and smiled sweetly. She even went so far as to feign a twisted ankle, collapsing into his arms. Yet, all that was reflected on Kallist’s face was plain boredom.
In a final ditch effort, casting aside all pride, she loitered outside his bedroom door, half-naked. But what awaited her wasn’t a sweet night, but a threat of death.
“Do you have a death wish, Princess? Do you know where you are?”
“I-I heard you needed a woman to warm your bed, Your Highness…”
“Ha. A worthless wench like you could never hope to do that. Now get lost.”
“Y-Your Highness…?”
“Make sure I never lay eyes on you again. The moment you open your mouth in my presence, I’ll rip your tongue out.”
Amelia fainted on the spot, her face deathly pale. Kallist clicked his tongue in clear displeasure. In his own way, he was being merciful. Killing a noblewoman would be a hassle, so he’d refrained from spilling blood. But if she became any more of a nuisance, he wouldn’t hesitate to kill her, inconvenience be damned.
He stepped over Amelia’s collapsed form, his steps hurried. Because of that woman, he’d been delayed a full five minutes from getting to stick his c**k where it belonged. All afternoon, during his duties, an unbearable itch had tormented him. Suppressing the urge to plunge into something right then and there had made his entire body burn with fever. Even seven or eight hours of f*****g a day couldn’t begin to quell his rampant vitality.
Tomorrow, he thought, I’ll stay in the castle until the morning breakfast begins, not leaving right at dawn. If Sylvia weren’t confined, he would have had her brought to his study all day long to suck him off. The problem was, only being able to indulge with women at night simply didn’t provide enough physical time to vent his urges.
The Emperor would probably just find more women to bed, but Kallist had a startling lack of interest in any other holes.
His merciless footsteps rapped against the bedroom door. From inside, he heard a sharp, startled gasp. You’d think she’d be used to it by now, but the timid princess always reacted the same. Yet, it still felt new. The mere hint of her presence from behind the door was enough to make his c**k harden to the point of throbbing in his lower abdomen. It was because her faint, sweet scent was subtly seeping through the cracks of the tightly shut door.
The Emperor’s dog opened the bedroom door and stepped aside for him. A pair of indifferent gray eyes grazed Kallist’s cheek for a split second before vanishing.
That fleeting glance was enough to grate on Kallist’s nerves.
“You there.”
Kallist called Zeke to a halt. A palpable, sharp hostility radiated from his low voice. He was irritated. At some point, Kallist had started disliking Zeke’s very existence. The fact that he stood guard all night listening to Sylvia’s cries, that he entered her room to deliver meals in his absence, even those stone-cold eyes that betrayed no emotion—it was all a thorn in his side.
Kallist gritted his teeth, a growl rumbling in his throat.
“Don’t get any foolish ideas.”
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