Tamed Monster - Chapter 149

He prodded at her womb, forcing the tight ring of muscle to yield as he pushed his length deeper still, spilling inside her. Before she could even catch her breath, he was already hard again.

He summoned another length, crammed both into her at once, savoring the sensation of them twisting together inside her like serpents coiled in battle. When her tears and saliva grew too plentiful, he lapped them up, only because they were making a mess, really.

By then, the urge to spill for the third time was rising. This time, Kuinan simply held back. He worked her inner walls without pause, relentlessly, until she couldn’t bear it anymore—until her insides convulsed and released a gush of clear fluid.

Only then, satisfied, did he flood her womb with seed, filling it to overflowing.

Through the deep night, into dawn, and even as the sun rose and sank again into twilight…

Confident that no female could wish to escape a male who could please her for so long, Kuinan boasted to himself and fell asleep beside her the following evening.

Sylvia, who had fainted much earlier—around the time of his third climax—opened her eyes sometime after he drifted off. With dull, exhausted eyes, she studied the wicked creature whose face, despite its deceptively innocent sleeping expression, was anything but innocent.

The time was coming. Time to part from the Grand Duke and from his castle.

She would leave without hesitation, vanish without a trace. She would hide in some remote land where he could never find her and spend the rest of her life with her family. Even as she lay nose to nose with the monster in sleep, Sylvia made that vow silently, without turning away.

A few days later, both Sylvia and the Grand Duke sent secret letters to the Emperor. When he received them and summoned them to the palace, the long-awaited opportunity finally arrived: for Kuinan, a chance to seize the ultimate poison from humanity—and for Sylvia, a chance to escape from him.

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The method for concocting the poison was known only to the Emperor himself.

Even when he had been Crown Prince, he had never shared the formula, not even with his own father. Now that he was Emperor, he had even less intention of revealing it to anyone. The process was so inhuman that it could not be passed down, even if he had wanted to.

He believed it didn’t matter. Once the monsters were eradicated in his lifetime, that would be enough.

In fact, after developing the poison as Crown Prince, more than half of the swamp-dwelling monsters and those in nearby regions had been wiped out within just a few years. The balance of power had shifted dramatically.

So what about ten years from now? Twenty?

If his reign lasted that long, the Empire would achieve a peace it had failed to secure for centuries. It would be a glorious feat that only he could accomplish. Already confident that this alone would earn him the title of a wise ruler, Myers had grown increasingly unrestrained, rampaging through palace life like a wild colt.

“Ah.”

Shuffling lazily toward his office, he spotted a familiar maid. Something about her back stirred recognition.

‘That woman.’

Weeks—no, months ago, she had caught his eye while drawing water from the fountain. He had indulged himself with her then. She had wept, claiming she already loved someone else, speaking impertinently even before the Emperor—yet she had responded quite well once he had taken her.

Smiling at the memory, Myers quickened his pace.

Perhaps it was time to enjoy that delicious little woman again.

But as he drew closer, he realized she wasn’t alone. Just beyond the corner wall, a few strands of someone else’s hair stuck out. The disheveled state suggested nobility—royalty, even.

Then again, he himself was hardly presentable, wandering around in a rumpled shirt with uncombed hair.

He had only just risen at midday after spending the entire night with several concubines and hadn’t even washed yet. Whoever that royal was likely had similar circumstances.

Closing the distance to within ten paces, he finally saw the man’s face.

‘Some count… I can’t recall the name.’

James? Something like that. The name wasn’t important. What mattered was why he hadn’t dealt with this man earlier. After the arson incident, most royal relatives had been exiled to remote corners or executed for treason. This one must have been among the lucky few.

“…Ah.”

“What are you doing?”

Myers saw it clearly: the woman gazing up at the man with a radiant smile, her eyes brimming with affection and admiration.

The man looked at her the same way, sweetness practically dripping from his expression. So absorbed in each other, they didn’t even notice the Emperor approaching.

As a man who had once possessed that woman himself—buried deep inside her—Myers found their intimate display deeply unpleasant.