Chapter 34
“Ah! Hah…….”
Inside the hot, wet tightness squeezing around him, Karzhen paused his movements for a moment and lowered the hand propping his back. When he glanced down, he saw the soft, pliant flesh of her b*****s crushed against the bed, bulging outward. Smacking his lips, Karzhen used his hands to lift Esther’s upper body.
Esther let out a small, tearful cry. Being forcibly lifted by him had twisted the angle of the shaft buried inside her. As her flailing arms instinctively moved aside, Karzhen kneaded and squeezed her b*****s, making her twist her torso helplessly.
His hand, reaching from under her armpit to grasp her chest, pulled and rolled her n*****s as if milking her. Esther’s eyes reddened as she whimpered.
“Hng~~!”
Karzhen, as if delighted, continued kneading her b*****s with both hands. The soft, pliant texture spilling over his palms and between his fingers pleased him immensely.
Esther’s body wasn’t voluptuous or overtly sensual, but her skin was irresistibly smooth. Her b*****s were just the right size to fill his hands, fun to squeeze and toy with.
“Nn! ah, a~ahh……!”
When he pinched her n*****s hard and pulled, Esther gasped and shook her head. But as Karzhen rubbed them in that state, she let out a choked sound, her head lolling to the side.
Her cheeks flushed with helplessness. The tingling sensation that started at her core and spread to her chest now seeped through her entire body under Karzhen’s hands. Feeling her n*****s stiffen, Karzhen chuckled and slid one hand down to her crotch.
“Aahk…! Ugh, aah…! St-stop…! Ahn… mm~~!”
It didn’t take long before Esther writhed and screamed. Karzhen’s fingers, circling her already-stuffed v****a, forced their way inside, probing the tight space.
His thick fingers, accustomed to gripping weapons, pried into the gap, then hooked and spread her open the moment they found even the slightest opening.
Esther choked out pained noises, but when Karzhen rubbed her c**t with another finger, her hips jerked. As he pinched her n****e harshly with his other hand, he whispered into her ear:
“Quit exaggerating. You could take two c***s at this point.”
“Hng…! N-no… I-it hurts! Ah, it hurts…! Nngh, aah…! Ah, stop…! Stop…! Ssob…!”
“Hold still. I bet we could fit another one in here.”
Though his tone was teasing, for Esther—already stuffed full and now being finger-f****d—it was no joke. She shook her head, but when he rubbed her n*****s and c**t, she lost control of her body.
After nights of this, her body had grown accustomed, heating up too easily and too fast.
Now, just the feel of his c**k rubbing against her p***y made her lower belly tremble on its own.
Under Karzhen’s hands, targeting only her most sensitive spots, Esther fell apart over and over. When her swaying body arched backward, the outline of his c**k inside her pressed faintly against her stomach.
Overwhelmed, she bent forward, struggling to regain balance. Karzhen watched her with amusement before finally pulling his fingers out and flipping her onto her stomach. He adjusted his stance and slapped her hip.
“Arch your back again.”
Sniffling, Esther obediently lifted her hips. It was better than being tormented further.
Whether feigning nonchalance or not, Karzhen started slamming into her the moment she was in position. Wet squelches filled the air as his c**k drove deep, the sturdy bedframe creaking faintly.
This time, it wasn’t pain or vague pleasure—just pure, familiar ecstasy. Esther’s vision blurred as she cried out like an animal. Sensing his own release nearing, Karzhen gritted his teeth and pistoned his hips relentlessly.
Esther came first. As his thrusts crushed her c**t, she let out a sharp cry, her lower body trembling before her hips jerked upward a few times and went slack.
Karzhen shoved into her reddened, dripping c**t a few more times before burying himself deep and shuddering. When he pulled out, a thick, white trickle spilled from her stretched v****a.
Esther collapsed, too spent to even close her legs, panting like a frog before small sobs escaped her.
Karzhen wiped his sweaty brow and hair, then frowned down at her. He hooked his hands under her armpits and hauled her onto the bed properly.
Esther, startled and breathless, blinked up at him—then flinched at his displeased expression.
Her lips, stiff with tension, trembled slightly. She looked ready to burst into tears if frightened further. Karzhen clicked his tongue and stood, as if dealing with an annoyance.
“Who’s the real b***h here? Crying all by yourself.”
At that, Esther’s face softened slightly. Watching her cautious reaction, Karzhen’s tone eased.
“The coronation’s not far off now.”
“…….”
“Keep behaving, and I might let you live. Got it?”
After a hesitant pause, Esther nodded. Karzhen smirked inwardly. Say what you will, this girl’s will to survive was impressive. For someone who looked like she’d wither any second, she clung to life stubbornly.
Well, it worked in his favor. He wasn’t tired of her yet—her looks, her reactions, even the way she took him were all too entertaining to waste.
Once he got bored, maybe. But for now, playing the magnanimous master, he rubbed his thumb over her lips.
“See? Isn’t it better when you’re quiet?”
“…….”
“Till next time, then.”
Satisfied with her careful nod, he smirked and uttered the name that didn’t suit her.
“Eder.”
* * *
Strength could be defined in many ways—physical, mental, or intellectual. Greta had plenty of physically and mentally strong subordinates, but her favorites were always the clever ones.
She was born to be a ruler who valued practical knowledge, useful inventions, worldly information, and those who possessed it. So instead of bedding sacrificial offerings or using them as sparring partners during coronation preparations, she preferred questioning them.
In that sense, the woman before her now was a perfect match for Greta’s tastes.
And after having her investigated, Greta found her background even more amusing. She scoffed at the idiots who’d discarded this woman over something as trivial as bloodline—while secretly rejoicing at their stupidity.
The woman, fully aware of this, knelt before her without fear. Greta called out to her, barely containing her glee.
“So. You’ve seen it.”
“Yes.”
“And all you want is one head?”
“Yes. Only one person’s head.”
When the woman lifted her face, her beauty—hidden in shadow until now—emerged breathtakingly. Petal-like silver hair, eyes bluer than the sky, all illuminated under the light.
Greta asked again:
“Can you prove it?”
“I can.”
“Even if it means betraying your homeland?”
“It means aiding half of my blood.”
The woman answered without hesitation. Greta rose, her crimson lips curling cruelly. Her eyes, gleaming with anticipation for war, shone a mesmerizing blue.
Bianca silently gazed at those eyes, that color, before bowing again. There was no hesitation.
‘The flowers will wither soon…… I hope I can return before then.’
Her words to Esther had been sincere. She would return to her homeland.
Bearing war and ruin in both hands.
* * *
As the coronation neared, celebratory excitement spread from the capital’s homes to the temples. Colorful paper and petals piled atop the palace towers, and ornate banners adorned the streets.
Merchants and foreign envoys flooded the city. The nobility maintained their elegance but couldn’t resist the vibrant atmosphere.
Esther, confined to the temple, didn’t need to see outside to know the coronation was imminent. The frantic cleaning and decorating made her blood run cold.
Though the temple now looked more beautiful than ever, and even the doll-like priests wore human expressions of joy, Esther and the other offerings—for whom this day might mean death—felt neither joy nor excitement.
Only the volunteers, high-ranking nobles from Gharyam, awaited the coronation eagerly. The rest, like Esther, had proven their worth but received no guarantees.
Except one—Bianca. The most beautiful among them, with silver hair and blue eyes. Esther sighed.
“Esther.”
Bianca gently stroked her cheek. Esther looked up sullenly from where she sat by the window. Even leaning, Bianca stood a head taller.
Slaves could move freely within the temple, so they often met outside their assigned rooms. Bianca asked seriously:
“Has that man still not given you his answer?”
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