My Ruin to You - Chapter 253

Roseline nodded without hesitation. A question followed immediately.

“What about the Academy?”

Her mind was still dazed from crying, making it hard to grasp his meaning immediately. Why was he bringing up the Academy now?

Roseline wiped her eyes and met his gaze. He raised an eyebrow slightly.

“I’m asking if you want to go back to the Academy.”

It seemed he was telling her not to go. Roseline’s tear-filled pupils shook violently. The tears that had just begun to subside welled up again.

She had consoled herself that she’d already received her diploma in her past life, so she didn’t need one in this one, and that she didn’t have any specific plans after graduation anyway, but she felt inexplicably sad. However, regretting the few years she spent at the Academy was nothing compared to Valen’s long wait.

“……I, I don’t have to go.”

“Finally, I’ve become your priority.”

“……”

“Good, don’t go. Stay here.”

Roseline just nodded. Valen, who had been watching her mournful expression intently, barely suppressed a rising laugh and continued.

“Try to refrain from going out as much as possible. It would be even better if you didn’t go out at all.”

“……Yes, hic.”

“And of course, we must get married.”

“……”

“When would be a good time?”

“An-any, anytime is, hic, fine.”

The tears that had been welling up in her eyes fell with a splatter. The harder she tried not to cry and swallowed her sobs, the more her breath shortened. As hiccupping, gasping sounds spread and her shoulders began to shake, Valen also reached his limit. Her docile responses were quite cute, and her willingness to agree to anything was exceedingly touching, but it seemed if he teased her any more, Roseline might stop breathing altogether.

“You did nothing wrong, Roseline.”

“……”

“If you acted terribly, then it would be my fault.”

He pressed his lips to her injured palm. When his tongue licked upwards, Roseline flinched at the stinging pain. He turned her hand over and kissed the back of it before finally releasing the small hand. Then, he pushed Roseline down onto the sofa and whispered.

“I’ll send you to the Academy.”

“……”

“But shall we use some mana first?”

His soothing, soft voice was incredibly sweet, but the hand stroking the curve of her waist was utterly insidious.

“Ah, but the tears must stop first.”

He caressed the shell of her ear, then cupped her bright red cheeks. Applying slight pressure, her rounded lips parted like a baby bird waiting for food.

“Wha—? Ah, no, mmph…!”

Her mangled, muffled pronunciation disappeared into his mouth. Valen braced his elbow beside Roseline’s head and pressed her flushed cheek with a bit more force. But it was far too narrow to contain his greed, so he twisted the angle, delving deeper.

“H-heuk…!”

As he sucked firmly on her stiff tongue, Roseline’s body, gasping for air, stiffened rigidly. Schlick. Chuluk. The wet, sloshing sound of flesh mingling saturated the sunlit drawing-room.

“Mmm, hmm…”

Each time the thick muscle ravaged and plundered the inside of her mouth, it grew increasingly drenched. He swallowed and sucked as if the sticky pool of saliva was honey. The hand that had been spreading her cheek slid down slowly. It brushed over her feverish neck and grasped the prominently rounded b****t swelling over her dress. It was then that Roseline, who had been struggling to follow his rhythm, suddenly faltered.

“W-wait, a moment.”

Pushing against his solid chest, their joined lips slowly parted. A sticky string of saliva—whose it was, one couldn’t tell—stretched like a silver thread, and their heated breaths tangled. Her mind was hazy from the intense kiss that followed her crying. Roseline blinked slowly and looked up at him.

“Mana.”

His voice had dropped. Valen, who had wiped Roseline’s saliva-dampened lips, tilted his face again. He kept planting kisses on the corner of her mouth, her cheek, and the hollow behind her ear. Simultaneously, he pressed his knee between her legs insistently and urged her for mana. Roseline, mana.

It was a demand with a clear purpose. While her injured palm was a concern, he also meant for her to replenish the stamina she had lost from crying so much.

“Hurry up.”

When Roseline hesitated, he lifted his head from where he had been lapping at her neck.

“Y-you’re going to… do it now…?”

“Why? Should I wait longer?”

He took Roseline’s hand and guided it to his center. When had it gotten like that? The swollen front of his trousers, straining as if about to burst, pressed against her palm. When Roseline pulled her hand back in surprise, he let out a sigh, saying it had been like that for a while, she just hadn’t noticed.

“Ah, no, here?”

“Is it okay as long as it’s not here?”

Roseline couldn’t answer readily. It wasn’t just about the location. Wasn’t this man a patient who had just recovered? No, she wasn’t even sure if he had recovered.

“Your Highness, you are still unwell.”

“That’s right. I asked a pointless question.”