Tamed Monster - Chapter 62

Wiping the intimidated look off his face, he silently met her eyes.

Sylvia tied her hair up, slipped off her nightgown, and went to the dressing room to change into proper clothes. The husband, quietly standing in the bedroom, nodded at her return.

“Do as you wish, Madam.”

Kuinan, a lifelong liar and deceiver, spoke words he didn’t mean and left the room.

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Just a week later, sad news spread across the continent: the 27th Emperor of the Kolnas Empire had passed away.

Not only the empire’s citizens but also royalty and nobles from various countries sent expensive condolences and letters to the imperial palace.

The Crown Prince counted every gift they sent. He cared little about condolences or anything else. He was bored and uninterested in how much sympathy his father—the man he had killed—was receiving.

‘He should’ve given up long ago. What a stubborn old man.’

He thought his father would have died quickly if left alone, but the old man had dragged things out and become a nuisance. He almost missed the perfect moment to hunt monsters. His father had disliked the immense power he wielded that was as comparable as an Emperor and probably tried to sabotage the extermination plan.

‘He kept yelling that the decree can only be issued by the Emperor. He’s just a ruler who lies down and gets his d**k sucked.’

The Crown Prince grew up drenched in his father’s and mother’s love. It was terrible luck that he developed such a cruel personality despite such an environment.

Still, he secretly took pride in himself—a ruthless man willing to commit impiety for his goals.

‘Sigh… only the coronation left now.’

He was too lazy to prepare. Most underlings would dress him properly, and he only had to cooperate, but even that was a hassle. Pretending to mourn his father’s death, he hadn’t embraced a woman for days. He hadn’t even visited the underground torture chamber.

That was torture for him.

Ah, maybe he should just m********e?

Even if he couldn’t bring women inside, he could still secretly touch himself. Watchful eyes were outside the bedroom. Quietly, he slipped his hand into his pants.

The woman who had recently been occupying his thoughts was naturally his choice for mental distraction.

Though married and no longer a virgin, it was easy enough in his imagination to make her bleed virgin blood. Without much hesitation, he dragged the woman onto his large bed.

She screamed she didn’t want to, but the Crown Prince licked his lower lip with renewed appetite.

He didn’t have the hobby of forcibly embracing unwilling women. But if he truly liked someone, he would subdue her resistance by force. He didn’t enjoy the process but strangely found genuine screams satisfying.

That woman would probably cry heavily. She didn’t seem the type to get angry. This proved he still knew nothing about Sylvia’s true nature.

Although now she was able to suppress even the swamp monster with just a glance, the Crown Prince mocked her like a trivial creature in his mind.

Clack clack clack—

“Ah, this really turns me on.”

In an indescribably cruel way, he held her. In his imagination, she was utterly helpless. The Crown Prince, a monster torturer and killer, revealed his brutal nature fully only when m**********g, hurting the woman as he held her.

Though an exaggeration, even in his fantasies he never struck her. He only roughly thrust until she was bruised, and tied her wrists and ankles until her skin peeled. By his standards, it was hardly harmful.

“…Hah, hoo, huh!”

Sprawled on the sofa, he e********d a milky liquid and lazily brushed back his bangs.

He summoned servants to heat the bathwater and ordered a maid to assist with his bath.

Today, he didn’t lay a finger on the maid. Too annoyed by everything, he cursed and disparaged the old man who’d sired him until he fell asleep around midnight.

Perhaps even the heavens were tired of hearing his complaints, because that day a heavy downpour began, covering the sky and forcing the coronation to be postponed by three days.

It was an unfortunate event that made the Crown Prince grind his teeth in frustration.