Lovely rosy cheeks and silvery hair that shimmered like moonlight.
If there were the most beautiful and purest being in this world, everyone—including the Deilang family brothers and all imperial subjects—would unanimously point to Charlotte.
Throb—
The pain long suppressed had quietly surfaced again.
Yerpi deliberately ignored the familiar ache, turned her back, and pulled down the ribbon of her dress.
She struggled quite a bit untying the corset fastened behind by herself, but eventually managed to take off the dress.
“Haa….”
Changing into comfortable clothes finally allowed her to breathe freely.
Only after putting the dress away did she finally sit down to her meal.
‘Delicious.’
Though the stew had cooled due to the time spent changing clothes, it was still rich and tasty.
Such a relaxed meal was an extremely rare occurrence—so rare it was beyond memory.
She slowly savored the potatoes melting in her mouth and the soft bread dissolving on her tongue.
A solitary, peaceful meal was something not even the finest delicacies could replace.
Once her stomach was comfortably full, drowsiness began to overwhelm her.
She hadn’t been able to sleep properly at the count’s manor, nor during the journey to the barrier, yet since entering the territory of dragon blood, she had been tossed about as if devoured by slumber.
Unable to resist the heavy sleep, she lay down on the bed.
The makeshift bedroom, composed of wooden planks, straw, and a thin blanket, felt more comfortable than any other resting place she’d ever known.
Lying there, she gazed at the tent’s ceiling and recalled the marriage vows.
‘It’s done now.’
Everything will be alright.
She must have fallen asleep with that reassurance in her heart.
Deep within slumber, when she opened her eyes again, the tent was already shrouded in darkness.
‘Is it dawn?’
A bluish magical flame placed at the center illuminated her drowsy vision.
Yet it wasn’t artificial light that had awakened her—it was a sharp, piercing gaze.
Staring down at her was—
“…Raymond?”
Within the dark, bluish shadows.
Their eyes met—his irises gleamed like those of a beast, golden and feral.
At the name murmured in her sleep, Raymond’s brow faintly furrowed.
The reaction, so real, triggered an automatic widening of her eyes.
‘A dream?’
Flickering flames illuminated his sharp profile.
Raymond’s face, so close to her, was even more striking than the descriptions in books—his jet-black hair swept back roughly, exuding the chill of a cold night.
He appeared as if he had just arrived, clad in a dark-colored cloak and armor.
Only belatedly did she realize this was neither a dream nor a hallucination.
Anxiety flooded over her at the unexpected situation.
Suppressing her trembling heart, she resolved to feign composure.
“What is it?”
“What is it?”
His brow furrowed deeply, one thick, dark eyebrow rising slightly like a mountain peak.
Had she said something wrong?
Yerpi quickly gathered her thoughts and cautiously continued.
“…It was written that the first night wouldn’t be spent together.”
So naturally, she assumed she wouldn’t have to face him until arriving at the castle.
Of course, she had expected the same to hold true afterward as well.
Even if she became a duchess, she couldn’t find any use for herself beyond resonating with dragon blood.
Therefore, now and in the future, there would be no physical union between Raymond and her.
With this firm premise, she considered another possibility.
‘…Maybe resonance is urgent.’
The resonance cycle was set to occur at regular intervals after arriving at the castle.
The dragon’s power flowing through the four noble bloodlines was immensely strong, capable of corrupting the human mind.
To prevent the mind from collapsing the more one wielded dragon authority, one required the purifying ability of a spice bearer.
This was why dragon blood heirs only took spice bearers as partners.
Since resonance could only occur through physical contact, purification was impossible without meeting face to face.
Raymond’s sudden appearance wasn’t mentioned in the original story.
But her very existence was already an error in this novel. Thus, such unpredictable events could happen at any moment.
In the original story, Yerpi had fallen for Raymond at first sight, but she felt unease toward the man before her.
But it was alright.
As long as she didn’t fall in love with him.
Taking a steadying breath, Yerpi addressed him.
“You, how dare you say something like that to me…!”
“Excuse me for a moment.”
Tense to the point of acting before thinking, her pale hand reached out and grasped his arm before he could finish speaking.
‘I’ve heard touching like this is enough.’
His thick forearm, veins faintly visible. The skin beneath her palm was bare.
Was it because he was dragon blood? At first, she nearly pulled her hand away in surprise—his skin was hotter than an ordinary person’s.
But soon, she could feel it.
Thump. Thump.
The clear, pulsing heartbeat of dragon blood.
That rhythm drew Yerpi into Raymond’s inner world.
A sensation like climbing up a sweet fragrance to glimpse a vast universe.
Golden honey dissolving the dark, shadowed surface within, making the stars hidden inside sparkle—this process brought her a faint, delicate euphoria.
At the same time, a rich, sweet scent filled the tent.
Each spice bearer possessed their own unique fragrance and taste.
Yerpi’s affinity was honey.
The resonance between dragon blood and spice bearer.
This special beginning started with direct contact of bare skin.
The broader the contact, the closer to the heart, the stronger the resonance.
Thus, even without tasting with the tongue, the flavor and scent became vividly apparent.
Beyond mere taste.
She saw Raymond’s pupils sharply contract, then slowly dilate. They resembled not human eyes, but the glowing gaze of a wild beast.
Yerpi wondered what he was feeling.
‘Can he sense it too?’
She had heard dragon blood instinctively limited emotions and sensations to reduce strain on the human body.
It was the spice bearer who melted away that ancient tension.
Only within the embrace of the spice bearer who healed him could he be free.
‘But it wouldn’t be complete liberation.’
She felt the deep darkness’s surface gradually dissolve as sensation spread.
To achieve even greater resonance, their entire bodies would need to merge.
And the completion of all resonance came from spending the night together.
Thus, the resonance she had attempted was extremely minimal.
Just grasping his forearm.
In the original story, and even now, this was precisely the maximum allowance Raymond granted Yerpi.
Hence, she had reached out without hesitation.
Yerpi looked down at her own hand.
The sensation beneath her skin was hot and stimulating.
Suddenly, a thought occurred to her.
Perhaps the original Yerpi had been intoxicated by this very sensation, unable to let go of him.
Thus, she needed to draw the line here.
Carefully, she withdrew her hand.
Silence followed.
Having lowered her eyes when pulling away, she couldn’t see his expression.
The lingering anxiety mixed with the warmth still lingering on her skin.
To shake off the tingling sensation, she spoke first.
“…I’m inexperienced, so I’m not sure if it went well.”
Alleviating the darkness accumulated within him, ensuring it didn’t rise past the surface.
This was all the role original Yerpi had played.
Emotionally and physically, nothing more was ever permitted.
Staying within the boundary.
That was the first rule she had to uphold.
When the male lead is punished by carrying the female lead’s child and having periods like a woman
“I’ve given birth to two children for you, yet you still think about him.
Was I nothing but his substitute to you from beginning to end?”
Synopsis:
Meng Huan, a scumbag who has dated countless girlfriends, transmigrates to a female-dominated country.
Day 1: Whether it’s female dominance or not doesn’t matter. The beauties here are passionate and amorous. Isn’t it easier to date them than in modern times?
Day 2: After a night, Meng Huan discovers the differences in the female-dominated world. Men here actually have chastity locks and menstrual cycles. This hinders his ability to perform, damn it!
Day 3: What’s wrong with sleeping around? I don’t want you to marry me. I’m meant to be a playboy. I don’t care about male virtues… What? You want to drown me in a pig cage? Marry, I’ll marry!
Day N: Meng Huan inexplicably vomits and receives the shocking news of his life… He’s pregnant.
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