The Nymph Wants to be Plundered - Chapter 114

His fingers began to press and swirl around her c**t, rubbing so hard it felt like his fingerprints might wear away. The arousal that had barely settled now surged mercilessly, and Evelyn thrashed once more, soaking the sturdy table beneath her with the fluids gushing from her lower body.

As time passed, Evelyn fell into a quiet sleep, her lower half still shamelessly exposed. As if proving she had exhausted every ounce of energy permitted to her, she didn’t react at all—not even when his tongue approached, nipping at her earlobe and committing indecent acts. Cradling her limp body, Cassis carried her to the bed and began by carefully peeling off her thin negligee. He wiped down her thoroughly drenched lower half with a towel, then glanced at the clock.

Seven o’clock. An awkward time. If he let her sleep like this, she’d end up eating only two meals today. Most likely, she’d wake in about two hours and have a late-night snack from his hands. As for tomorrow’s trial… Maybe he could buy a little more time.

Without hesitation, Cassis summoned a spirit and issued his orders before gently stroking her sweat-damp forehead. Whether she sensed his touch even in her dreams, a sweet sigh escaped her parted lips.

“Hnngh…”

That innocent white face, lost in deep slumber, looked unbearably smug. How could she sleep so soundly, so trustingly, as if she hadn’t just surrendered every intimate part of herself to his lips mere moments ago? Who did she think she was relying on?

She reminded him of the foolish nymphs that sometimes fluttered out from the books in his study—recklessly diving into trivial desires or curiosities like moths to flame. Usually, those nymphs met tragic ends, but Cassis had never once equated Evelyn with them. At most, she resembled them. But her end was bound to him—there was no way they could be the same. Forever. His thoughts were entirely consumed by her sleeping face.

Looking at her resting so peacefully only made the urge to torment her rise uncontrollably. For instance, teasing her lips with his fingers… or blowing hot breath against that slender throat with his mouth… She’d wake up again, wouldn’t she?

But he simply smiled, then whispered in a voice so tender it sent shivers down my spine.

“Sleep well, Evelyn.”

The moment Evelyn sank into deep slumber before him felt more important than tomorrow’s dawn, or any light the days after could bring.

***

The next day, the long-delayed trial finally began well past noon.

The Border Keepers were pivotal figures who maintained the foundation and order of Jupiter. Thus, even if the accused was merely a trainee and not a full-fledged Keeper, the fact that she had brazenly violated regulations right within the capital—let alone near the sacred grounds—was no ordinary matter.

Though it was a closed trial, the attendees were considerable. Not only was there an elder dispatched from the Senate, but the two knights entrusted with guarding the sacred grounds, Laocon and Iel, were also present. Cassis, too, had come—though he had no real obligation to attend—both as Evelyn’s guardian and to observe the proceedings.

Today, she had not arrived with him. Instead, guards belonging to the court had escorted her directly from the holding cell to this place. It was the proper procedure, but Cassis didn’t like the sight of her, her spirit utterly crushed. He wondered if he should have just brought her himself. As he mused, Iel approached and whispered in his ear.

“Your Majesty, the criminal will be brought in shortly.”

“The trial hasn’t even begun yet. You can’t call her a criminal.”

“…I’m aware.”

The tone of the reply carried a distinct, icy chill, as if the verdict had already been decided before the trial even started.

Cassis wasn’t wrong, but no one would dare protest if the accused was immediately labeled a culprit, a criminal. Given that the disturbance had occurred near the sacred grounds—an incident the World Tree had urgently brought to his attention—the trial was, in truth, merely a formality. To the elves living in the present age, the World Tree was the most absolute authority.

‘Still, what must be done must be done.’

Arms crossed, Cassis gazed at Evelyn, seated directly across from him.

Despite how thoroughly he had loved her the night before, her expression was as dark as someone being dragged to the gallows. Not that anyone would smile at a trial, but she looked particularly miserable.

‘I want to take her away already.’

Just the sight of her delicate brows furrowed as she sat stiffly in that wooden chair made his mood plummet to the ground. Even her attire—the most vibrant of all the dresses he had ever had her wear—failed to please him now.

What could be the problem? The headpiece with a small ribbon that covered all of her hair, the sky-blue embroidered gown worn to protect her from the cold, and the long white skirt with all the decorations removed in consideration of her illness—beneath it all, the tips of her shoes awkwardly peeked out. Even those shoes were made of thick leather meant for winter.

He realized too late. The attire he had chosen did not match this warm season where spring breezes swept through more intensely, soon to reach early summer. He should have dressed her more lightly, but instead had bundled the patient up too tightly.

Would it be alright? Evelyn had obediently put on whatever he gave her, and courtrooms were typically maintained at a cool temperature. That was so criminals would shiver and eventually confess the truth. But as soon as that thought crossed his mind, Cassis clicked his tongue.