If You Want A Cheeky Seductress

I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Princess. My friend who killed my family. “I know the Princess has been very good to me. I know you cared for me a lot. But what can I do.” As she branded the slave mark on my shoulder, she cried and cried. “I wish the Princess would die without even smelling Adelia’s scent. That’s my wish.” Having lost everything, I too wanted to die like that. On the way to being sold, stuffed in a small box, I received unwanted salvation from a tiger-like man who came with flames. “Yes, Princess. Bite off my fingers even. You need to eat and swallow something to stand up to my crazy mockery. Dig your nails into my face even.” Why are you trying to save me, you who rescued me. “On these lips. On this neck. On these arms and legs, to the tips of the toes. I kissed and rubbed my body without leaving anything out.” For what reason do I respond to your flame, I who couldn’t even protect one family member. A woman who wanted to die met a man trying to save her, and decided to try living. With the sole purpose of grabbing the legs of those who pushed her into hell, and rolling together in the hellfire.