Chapter 32
Rachel was dreaming.
Long… thick…
His c**k pressed insistently between her thighs. He took her while she ate, while she dressed, even in the middle of banquets shoving into her without warning.
“Ngh… in front of everyone…!”
Being ravished publicly was exhilarating. In the dream, she moaned and clutched at his coat sleeve—only for him to slap her hand away with a snarl.
[“Don’t touch me without permission. You’re just a hole.”]
“Ah—!”
Rachel jolted awake. Blinking blearily at the ceiling, she struggled to reconcile the dream—where she’d been pinned beneath him in front of a crowd—with the reality of her empty bedroom, its walls papered in old-fashioned brown.
“This is…”
Rachel found herself staring blankly at the ceiling of her bedroom. After a moment’s hesitation, her fingers trailed down between her thighs, brushing over the damp fabric of her nightgown.
Soaked.
She didn’t even remember how much she’d leaked in her sleep. Her c**t, swollen and aching, pressed insistently against the sticky fabric.
“I’ve lost my mind…”
Never in her life had she dreamed of s*x with a specific person—until now. And of all people, him. The first man to invade her dreams like this.
“I’ve really, truly lost it.”
Maybe it was infatuation. Or maybe, if pleasure could be mistaken for love, then yes—this was infatuation. A twisted, all-consuming one. Because right now, she ached to see Killian again.
…No, not just see.
She wanted to face him, press against him, connect with him.
“Aaaagh!!”
Rachel rolled violently across the bed, fists tangling in her own hair. She hated the dream. Hated how her body throbbed because of it. But most of all, she hated that, despite everything, she still wanted him.
“What the hell is wrong with me…?”
A pitiful whine escaped her. She stopped mid-roll, collapsing into the sheets as frustration gnawed at her. At this point, humiliation and shame didn’t matter anymore.
The problem was, regardless of how much she disliked Killian, he disliked her far more.
She couldn’t possibly go trotting up to him and say, “Wanna have s*x with me?”—that would be too humiliating.
Of course, there were more subtle ways to make a move than saying it outright. But seduction only worked if the other person had at least some level of interest.
And in Killian’s case, she’d be lucky if he didn’t hold outright hostility toward her, let alone fondness.
…Still, he did seem to get aroused when I came on to him. Should I just go hang around him and see what happens?
In truth, she didn’t really have any other options.
Having decided to shamelessly push forward, Rachel sprang up from the bed.
***
Killian was sitting at a tea table with the royal palace physician across from him.
Wisps of steam rose from the teacups on the table.
As the steam blended into the air, a sweet tea fragrance filled the space.
…Sweet, he thought.
Killian took a sip of the Semensty Tea, which tasted unusually sweet today.
When he set the teacup down, a clear clinking sound rang out as glass touched glass. Listening to the sound, he looked toward the small saucer beside the teacup.
At the center of the saucer lay his morning medication.
Killian stared at the round pill and spoke in a firm tone:
“I won’t be taking the medicine today.”
The Imperial Physician’s face stiffened with unease.
“Hmm, may I ask what brought you to that decision?”
“Overall, the… response has improved, but I’m not sure if that’s because of the medicine. The previous one used to take effect within three hours of ingestion, but with this one, nothing happens even after several hours.”
“Since the cause seemed to be overexertion, the doctor prescribed something to restore your overall vitality rather than induce a localized effect.”
“Vitality of the body?”
“Yes. So, I personally don’t believe yesterday’s incident with the princess was because of the medicine.”
The Imperial Physician conveyed his view after hearing a rough summary of the situation from the attendants and knights. Killian looked at him, flustered.
“…You knew?”
“I had my suspicions during the banquet, but after yesterday, it became rather apparent.”
“Is that so.”
Killian recalled the image of Rachel begging him to put his member inside her. Embarrassment washed over him, and he turned his gaze away. The Imperial Physician observed Killian from the corner of his eye.
‘His ears are flushed, and his breathing has quickened by six counts.’
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