This time, the figure looked at her without saying a word.
“…You don’t need to force yourself into an unnecessary relationship.”
Cloe shouted, squeezing her eyes shut. If it became known that she had received the Emperor’s favor, her status would only rise further. Perhaps Kun, too, would target him and involve himself in such acts.
“Unnecessary relationship?”
The words, spit out with concern for someone being pushed into unwanted situations, paradoxically felt like kindling anger.
“If His Majesty doesn’t desire it…”
“Is it really for my sake, or is it for the princess?”
The once endearing name vanished, and she was addressed with the remaining title from the past.
“You know, Princess.”
Kun reached out to her negligee.
“Do you wish me not to desire you?”
Untying the ribbon that was intricately arranged in various X shapes was a momentary task. Like waiting for sand grains to fall after flipping an hourglass, Kun gave her time to think while untying the ribbon.
“No. I don’t… really mind.”
Cloe replied, staring blankly at the hand that was moving here and there. Her heart raced slowly as his hand touched hers.
“Then, it’s settled.”
Along with the sound of the lips drawing a line, the ribbon completely unraveled. The negligee that had been modestly covering her loosened.
Without a chance to feel embarrassed about her exposed body, Cloe’s body tilted. The head, which had been resting against the headboard one after another, descended to the bed.
“If you have any desires, it’s better to speak first.”
“…”
“I’m not good with women.”
The man’s voice, gently lingering over the delayed body, struck much more vividly.
The man’s red eyes explored Cloe’s body. It was the familiar, lustful gaze of many men that Cloe had seen countless times.
“Just make sure it doesn’t hurt…”
Even though she thought he wouldn’t harm her, Cloe recalled the education given by her governess. The governess firmly stated that at the beginning of noble deeds, pain would inevitably follow.
“This is my first time experiencing something like this…”
Even though it wasn’t something to be ashamed of, Cloe felt embarrassed.
She became thrilled because she was a duchess who had not even attended the morning ceremony or the first night ceremony.
“I see.”
“…”
“That little mouse doesn’t seem entirely useless either.”
Whether there was a subtle pleasure in his sarcastic voice might just be Cloe’s misconception.
His sophisticated body climbed on top of Cloe. For the sake of a comfortable position, Kun placed his small hand on his own shoulder.
Before long, the two bodies overlapped side by side.
Cloe woke up with a shallow moan.
Between her slightly open view, the sensual body of the man came into sight.
His firm physique was full of glory wounds commemorating past achievements. Among them, the reddened scar on his back looked new, not yet healed.
The marks on his noble white skin looked like foreign substances. Feeling oddly guilty, Cloe pulled the blanket over herself.
“Good morning.”
“Go, od…”
Kun noticed the stirring and consciously greeted Cloe with a warm morning greeting, presenting a friendly face.
“Good morning.”
About to return a polite greeting promptly, she frowned. It was because her voice seemed hoarse, making it difficult for her to speak.
Sensing her discomfort, Kun smiled again.
“It seems better for you to sleep more, Cloe.”
“But…”
Cloe glanced at the clock. The breakfast time had passed, and noon was approaching.
“Let me advise you again; it would be better to listen to me.”
“…”
“Since you won’t be getting up anyway.”
At Kun’s words, Cloe twitched her body as a test. It wasn’t a situation where she could move, even if she wanted to, according to what he said.
It wasn’t like she had overexerted herself, but her back ached. It might be possible to move later, but for now, it was impossible.
“Isn’t what I said correct?”
“…Yes.”
“I’ll bring the food over here. Just rest comfortably.”
He approached unnoticed and adjusted Cloe’s pillow. Thanks to him, Cloe could lie in a more comfortable position.
“It’s okay to be kind, but…”
Muttering words she didn’t mean to say, she couldn’t hide her sleepy face even during the conversation.
Kun told her to stop talking nonsense and took away the blanket she was holding onto. Then, he covered her up to her shoulder.
“I’ll say it again. Rest comfortably.”
He gently tapped her forehead, and Cloe’s eyes opened.
Her eyebrows furrowed a few times, then quickly relaxed. Various rustling sounds of breathing occasionally reached his ears. It seemed like she was back to sleeping.
“Cloe.”
Without looking at her, Kun reached out his hand. After brushing away the wet strands of hair sticking to her forehead and cheeks, her pale face became clearly visible.
Beautiful.
It wasn’t just about her silky face.
“You confidently told me you could distance yourself from me at any time…”
“…”
“What should I do? I have no intention of letting you go.”
To grant her power, he orchestrated the wedding, claiming it to be a trivial excuse, and made vows of love before the gods, driven by his own desires.
Although she mentioned that she could escape at any time, Kun has no intention of letting her go willingly.
He didn’t reveal his desires to Cloe, who boldly declared her intention to escape, as it was a simple leap for today.
Cloe Pfreude.
A woman with my name. A woman who willingly confined herself within the ring, declaring her subservience.
Although she seems to firmly believe that this is a fleeting moment…
Well.
Kun dared to assert that it would be eternal.
The Male lead Always Seduces Her with His Beauty (Matriarchy)
Xin Jiao Zhou is the leader of the world’s premier sect. She has just experienced betrayal from all sides, was poisoned in an assassination attempt, and faced death squad attacks while the poison was taking effect. After finally clearing out the scum from her sect, she was drugged again while trying to detoxify.
After waking up from a night of unconsciousness, she gained a “beautiful and kind-hearted” husband.
Xin Jiao Zhou: “???”
He fell ill.
She came to see him, bringing breakfast.
As she put down the breakfast and was about to leave, his hand slipped while holding the spoon. “Clank!”
She turned around upon hearing the noise.
He looked up at her, his eyebrows drooping: “My hand… has no strength.”
“Shall I… feed you?” she asked tentatively.
He opened his mouth cheerfully: “Ah—”
Thinking she was drowning, he jumped in without hesitation to save her, but nearly drowned himself. In the end, it was she who swam over to rescue him, giving him air underwater.
After emerging from the water, his ear tips turned red. He lightly brushed his cheek, tucking his sideburns behind his ear, revealing delicate, pink-tinged ear tips. He lowered his gaze, too embarrassed to look at her.
Xin Jiao Zhou: He’s truly beautiful, kind-hearted, and adorable.
A certain someone when disciplining subordinates behind the scenes: “If they don’t obey, just kill them.”
What’s that? She might already have someone she cares about in her heart? A certain someone: Find out who it is, kill them, and then there won’t be anyone.
What? She met a man by the riverside? What? That man even hurt her? A certain someone: Whichever hand hurt her, chop off his entire arm.
Love at first sight without realizing it, gradually falling in love, slowly getting closer…
Family and national grudges, schemes and desires, good and evil, crime and punishment, she and he face the future together, seeking justice with passion!
A naturally dark female lead who could accidentally destroy the world but is actually an honest person VS a weak, pitiful, and helpless but skilled fighter, beautiful white-cut black male lead
My heart is not of stone, how steadfast is your love? — Tao Yuanming “Imitating the Ancients (No. 3)”
— Reading Guide —
Cold female lead & dramatic black lotus with hidden yandere traits male lead
