Love You, Love You Not (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 011
There was no way she would just tightly close her eyes because he told her to.
The duke’s low whisper flowed into her slightly parted mouth as their lips remained pressed together. At this moment, it wouldn’t feel strange if her heart leaped out of her mouth and burst.
“Do you like playing siblings with a guy who doesn’t even share your blood?”
How could he spit out such wicked words with those sweet eyes? So Scathach responded with a sharp remark laced with tension.
“Even though we don’t share blood, he took care of me just like an older brother.”
“What exactly does ‘like an older brother’ mean? And if we’re talking about shared blood, shouldn’t I come first, not that guy?”
Even though she said she had no memory of it, seeing the man slyly bringing up their past connection made Scathach frown.
“So, are you saying you want to be my older brother, Duke?”
Well, he said with a smirk, lifting the corner of his mouth.
“Siblings don’t do this, do they?”
Since they were conversing with their lips pressed together, inevitably, their lips parted. In that gap, the man invaded hotly like a conqueror. Scathach’s long eyelashes trembled faintly.
After tormenting her plenty with wicked words, he gently soothed her, softly wrapping around and drawing Scathach’s breath toward himself.
Savoring in turn the neatly aligned teeth and the tender flesh inside her mouth, he occasionally released the entanglement to let Scathach, who could barely breathe while accepting him, catch her breath. It was a kiss that was rough yet exceedingly tender.
Though it had only been a short period of about a week, it was true that she had been greatly shaken by the duke in various ways. So, when he tried to kiss her, and even now, she didn’t feel like refusing.
Perhaps the longing and affection she felt at the Lindkoem mansion, which was once the old royal palace, played a part. Whenever her heart wavered toward the duke, she sank into the shallow thought that this man wasn’t the one directly involved in the kingdom’s downfall.
Amidst this, the duke’s refreshing yet dreamy body scent and the thick aroma of the cigar he had smoked earlier wafted over, making her tremble so much. Was it just an illusion that the cigar smoke, which had only felt acrid and dizzying when she tried it herself, now felt soft and sweet?
Under the duke’s long and persistent affectionate assault, Scathach’s body, which had been tightly closing her eyes and clenching her fists, gradually softened.
As their heated breathing grew hotter, Scathach wrapped her arms around the duke’s neck and embraced him. So easily, so lightly.
The tension and pleasure from their pressed bodies filled the reception room’s air, and red eyes imbued with ecstasy scanned every corner of her body. Ecstasy filled her entire body, and everything else seemed to melt away and disappear.
At least in this moment, to the point where she completely forgot that he was from the Blachnatt family.
Just then, since the person claiming to be her brother had come to pick her up, he thought about letting the woman go.
But the moment he heard that a guy who wasn’t even her real brother was pretending to be one, and that they had lived like siblings despite being complete strangers, it felt like something snapped in his head.
For Casar, who had neither brothers nor sisters, he couldn’t understand how a man with not a drop of shared blood—and of the opposite sex at that—could live like real siblings.
The only thing that came to mind was Attila. But Attila was a man. If there was a woman he was close to, perhaps Iriel de Agnoman? He had never once failed to show her courtesy.
So, the idea that a sturdy man had come and lived with her like real siblings couldn’t sound pleasant. Thinking about how the woman had been laughing and enjoying herself with another guy all this time made his blood boil coldly throughout his body.
Casar laid the woman on the long couch in the reception room and poured kisses on her like a madman. It was an impulse driven by jealousy, but even if he offered the finest fruits, they wouldn’t be sweeter than the woman’s lips.
He didn’t know how he had endured it while sleeping in the same bed for a week. Even when the woman fell into deep sleep and snuggled with her soft body, he had struggled to cool his body but hadn’t lost his reason like now.
He thought he had faintly heard a knocking sound at the door…….
The moment the woman wrapped her arms around his neck, everything around them vanished as if enlightened, and only the dazzlingly shining woman filled his vision.
Nothing was felt except her disheveled breathing, her flower-like body scent, and the soft skin that gently wrapped around his hands.
Casar came down from the woman’s lips along her slender neckline, tasting her fragrance in turn.
Like a pure white magnolia blooming explosively like fireworks with the spring energy, the woman’s skin was soft and sweet. If he could chew and swallow it, he might have done so.
The sweet body scent that kept tickling his nose drove him mad.
Even if he picked a young flower that had just bloomed and held an armful, it wouldn’t be more fragrant than her now. The pleasure, thicker than the shallow moans she exhaled, rapidly expanded along his bloodstream.
Like teasing and crushing fresh petals in his palm, he grasped the white and soft skin and embroidered red marks.
Then, the moment a small exclamation mixed with nasal sounds reached his ear along with hot breath, a thrill ran through his entire body. A sensation he had never felt before was shouting at him, who had escaped reason’s control, to embrace her right now.
But.
Even in the situation gripped by the desire to embrace the woman, a suddenly regained cold reason firmly grasped the reins of instinct.
The woman with both cheeks flushed red was beautiful enough, and his body instinctively wanted to mix into her…….
Seeing the beautiful amber eyes that no longer showed rebellious glances or refusal, and the harmless face of the woman lying beneath him looking up at him with an excited expression, an unknown emotion surged.
At the same time, the question in his heart that he had desperately ignored since reuniting with her hit the back of his head strongly.
…Could he take responsibility for the woman?
He knew well what privileges he had as a Blachnatt, and what obligations he had to bear to enjoy those privileges.
To prosper the family and marry a noblewoman from one of the 10 families or a royal from a foreign country to continue the lineage.
Even if he had to marry a woman he didn’t love, he had no intention of creating a cumbersome existence like a mistress. Like his father had.
He had to leave Lindkoem tomorrow to attend the coronation. So, he knew better than anyone that letting go of this woman now, whom he couldn’t take to Corbe or the Conwell territory, was the right thing.
What he was doing now was merely an impulsive act because the existence of the strange man who came to pick her up bothered him.
That was all.
It was also frustrating that this woman who didn’t remember him, and yet she was perfectly to his taste.
If so, there was no need to.
Being physically attracted to a beautiful woman of the opposite sex was just animal instinct. If this was love, he wouldn’t have the thought of wanting to chew her up completely.
If it was only to that extent, even more so, there was no need.
He clenched his fist and barely let go of the hand that had half-unfastened the buckle.
After straightening the front of the dress he had undone with his own hands and the messily rolled-up skirt, he slowly stroked the woman’s soft hair.
She was still staring at him with a heated face. So, thinking he should stop, he kissed her lips. Several times.
Even the sound of wet lips touching and separating shook his mental strength.
The moment the thought crossed his mind that he could just make the woman his mistress like this, he felt disgusted with himself.
Casar unfastened the necklace with one hand and placed it with a thud on the chest of the woman who was still breathing heavily.
Finding it hard to endure those moist lips and the gaze looking at him with small, fragile herbivore-like eyes, he turned his head away.
“Go.”
“Uh, where……”
The woman’s pupils swelled largely as if flustered. That sight was also quite stimulating, so Casar completely ignored her and pressed the call bell.
Outside the door, Lakan was waiting. It seemed he was the one who had knocked.
“Yes, Your Excellency.”
“Send her back.”
The butler Peron, the deputy officer Lakan, and even the woman who had been in his arms until just now looked at him with bewildered faces at Casar’s sudden order.
“Yes?”
“Whether to the monastery or the hospital, send her back to where she was originally.”
“Your Excellency, it’s not possible yet.”
The investigation of the incident wasn’t completely finished, so Lakan opposed sending the woman back in confusion.
Of course, he agreed with his superior, Duke Blachnatt, that the woman wasn’t the culprit, but then, who framed her and for what purpose—at least the surrounding investigation should be done.
Looking at such Lakan, Casar just threw a cold gaze.
Obedience to superiors.
It was the gaze of the division commander leading the Blachnatt division.
“……I’m sorry. I overstepped.”
While the quick-witted Lakan bowed and apologized to the duke, the butler Peron stepped forward to handle the situation.
The duke who wouldn’t even glance at the mistress, the duke’s mistress with disheveled hair and her face, no, her whole body flushed red in confusion.
Peron, thinking the mistress had done something to displease the duke, quickly signaled with his eyes for the mistress to come out.
The mistress, not knowing what to do, glanced back at the duke repeatedly and followed Peron out. Even though the duke, who was looking at the documents brought by Deputy Officer Lakan, didn’t give a single glance this way.
“Pack your things, and I’ll take you wherever you want.”
“……I don’t have any things.”
Only just before the woman following the butler completely disappeared through the door gap did Casar lift his gaze from the white paper that hadn’t entered his eyes and take in her back figure.
Having received both hot affectionate advances and thorough disregard from the duke at the same time, without even asking what he was thinking when he kissed her or why he suddenly acted cold, Scathach returned to the monastery.
Wearing clothes of another noblewoman that didn’t fit her body.
“His Excellency the Duke said to give this to you.”
The driver who had escorted her held out a heavy velvet pouch. Scathach felt perfectly humiliated, thinking the duke was mocking her to the end.
To the point where she resented herself for momentarily thinking the duke was a decent person.
“I won’t take it.”
“You must take it.”
The driver carefully placed the pouch at Scathach’s feet, bowed, and left.
Funnily enough, the one who treated her most like a human at the Lindkoem mansion was neither the duke nor anyone else but that driver. At least in the sense that he greeted and parted.
Scathach trudged toward the monastery like a mad person.
“Scathach!”
Then, the wet nurse who discovered Scathach called her and ran over to hug her.
“Etin……”
Seeing Scathach return wearing a luxurious chiffon dress that exposed her shoulders, Etin thought that perhaps the rumors circulating in the village might be true.
That Scathach had played the role of the new lord’s mistress to escape prison.
“Come on…… let’s go to the room quickly.”
To avoid the eyes of other nuns, Etin dragged Scathach to the monastery’s annex.
Scathach’s room had been ravaged twice by the Lindkoem security forces and the Blachnatt division’s soldiers who had obtained the church’s permission after she was imprisoned, but Etin had managed to restore it somewhat.
“Are you okay? Your complexion doesn’t look good.”
Hiding what she really wanted to ask inside, Etin covered Scathach’s slender neckline, round shoulders, and the marks of a man that surely continued inside the dress with a shawl.
“……I want to sleep.”
“Yes, sleep. You should sleep. You look tired.”
Etin, who had been waiting only for Scathach to return, carefully laid Scathach down with the cleanly washed blanket she had prepared. Though she had raised her like a daughter, she had never once forgotten that she was Princess Erwin.
So, she couldn’t erase the thought that the Blachnatt family was cruel to her to the end.
While hanging laundry behind the monastery building, Etin recalled the time when she held the small hand of Princess Erwin and escaped the palace.
At that time, when the gates were locked and they were waiting only for support from the Farsade imperial army. The Farsade Empire, which took tribute every year but suppressed military buildup.
Even with the news that internal strife in Farsade prevented them from sending troops, they believed in Farsade to the end, never dreaming they would abandon the Ebern kingdom.
They would definitely send troops, and they should. But the Teshia Empire, which had blocked the supply routes and surrounded the castle, leisurely waited outside the castle for them to starve to death, as if mocking them.
Just before the palace fell, the queen urgently called Etin.
Finally, support had come from Farsade. But they couldn’t save everyone, so she had to escape with Erwin at all costs. While handing Etin a pouch filled with jewels swept up haphazardly.
‘About leaving together……’
Queen Ria smiled faintly as she looked back at Etin, who foolishly asked despite knowing it was impossible. It was the condition to voluntarily open the gates by offering the lives of the king and queen. The Teshia Empire’s condition to spare the lives of others.
‘Stay hidden with Etin for a while, and when the situation stabilizes, you can…… come back.’
Queen Ria unfastened her own necklace and hung it around the neck of the about ten-year-old young Princess Erwin, painfully swallowing her tears.
‘They said they’re negotiating with the Teshia Empire? Then why do I have to go?’
‘If the negotiation doesn’t go well, you go to the Farsade Empire and ask for help. This is a very important role.’
To the kind lie delivered while stroking her head, Princess Erwin nodded with strength in her large eyes. Without knowing that it was her last greeting with her mother.
Male lead first thought she played hard to get, only to realize she
really disliked him
Short intro:
What she can’t stand the most is the streets full of effeminate men, especially that so-called top beauty whom she avoids at all costs.
Shen Yaoxing looks at Jiang Mingyue, who keeps approaching her with coy shyness.
Shen Yaoxing: Bro, don’t be like this, I’m really about to throw up!
She fears nothing in heaven or earth, except for him getting close to her.
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At first he thought she was just using the trick of feigning indifference to attract his attention. Later, he learned that she truly despised him.
This dealt a heavy blow to Jiang Mingyue, and he vowed to make her, like everyone else, fall at his feet in worship!
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Synopsis:
Before transmigrating, Shen Yaoxing only wanted to find a reliable man to spend her life with. Who knew that after transmigrating, she would become a reliable woman herself…
A forced misandrist, highly skilled, and reliable female lead
vs.
An initially aloof and arrogant, later morbid, obsessed male lead
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I see. So that was why he said he didn’t love her 😭
Now they are best friends hahaha so ezra is end now?
Haaah, can understand the reason for this novel is “love you, love you not” it was so hard for that words to be spoken