Received the Obsession of a Chaste Dark Lord (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 4
Originally, it was customary to immediately voice the vow made in response.
But I realized I could not answer with the same insincere vow as before.
I wasn’t sure if it was mere guilt toward him, or if I simply expected something different this time.
With a slightly lowered voice, I slowly spoke the words that had surfaced in my mind.
“…I will do everything in my power to give you only the best during our time together. I will do all I can to protect your safety and stability, and I will live solely for you until the day I draw my final breath.”
I felt the pressure in his hand, still holding mine.
Yet I still could not bring myself to meet his gaze, so I simply stared at the hand held captive.
“I swear before the gods, in the name of Amelia Janet Vermilian, only for you.”
For the first time in two lifetimes, I offered him my sincerity.
A belated atonement—I would live for him in this life, somehow.
Even as his gaze rested on my profile, I kept my eyes fixed on the scripture.
The High Priest watched us for a moment, then announced the next rite in a loud, resonant voice.
“The vows exchanged before the gods shall be sealed with a kiss of true devotion. May the gods bind your hearts together forever.”
At last, the final rite.
The final step to publicly declare us husband and wife before all.
Without releasing the hand he held, I lifted my veil slowly with my other hand.
For this moment, I could no longer avoid his gaze—I turned to face him.
The eyes I had always thought cold as jewels now held a strange warmth.
I had no time to wonder why.
He lowered his head—not too fast, not too slow.
I had expected a light kiss, fleeting as a brush against the forehead, but he turned his head instead.
And, like any ordinary couple, pressed his lips to mine.
A soft cheer erupted around us.
Before I could even comprehend the situation, I realized my hand, still held by him, had been drawn to rest against his waist.
He kissed me as if pulling me closer.
His lips, resting atop the thicker layer of lipstick Betty had applied, lingered longer—and far more openly—than I ever imagined.
My free hand was suddenly cupped around my cheek.
It was the only thing shielding my eyes from the gazes of others.
The warmth of his enormous hand, large enough to cover my entire face, made me momentarily forget that he was exploring my lips as lovers do.
Or perhaps I should say—I could not have imagined it any other way.
He was not simply kissing me; he was kissing me deeply.
It was not the intimate, suffocating kiss one might expect in private, yet it was still profoundly inappropriate in front of others.
Leopric knew full well I had someone I loved.
He was the one who, even after our marriage, never touched me and pretended not to notice my meetings with Lloyd.
The kiss stretched on as long as my confusion.
Only when the High Priest cleared his throat softly above us did I snap back to reality and pull away.
Amid my flustered bewilderment, what caught my eye was his languid gaze—and his lips, the same color as his eyes.
A deep, unmistakable red, just like my own lips, likely ruined now.
As I realized my face had flushed crimson, the veil descended once more over my face.
“Ah! Thus I proclaim before the gods the sacred union of Leopric Baldini Reinhardt and Amelia Janet Vermilian!”
The High Priest’s booming voice was met with a thunderous cheer.
Whispers of congratulations and romantic sentiments filled the air.
Though the temple bells rang and applause surged all around, he continued to gaze only at me.
No—precisely, at his reflection in my eyes.
“…”
“…”
No words were exchanged.
Yet an unnamed emotion passed between us through our gaze—
a potent stimulation to my scattered mind, weighed down by guilt toward him and confusion over the changes.
All thoughts in my mind vanished in an instant.
“It is time to return.”
Still holding my hand, he turned naturally and began to walk.
Was it because of that uncharacteristically passionate kiss—or rather, that kiss?
I sensed new eyes upon me, different from before.
In that sea of congratulations, I forgot to scan the crowd and instead peered beneath my veil at his face.
His lips, still vividly red, kept catching my eye.
The harmony of that angelic face, seemingly descended from heaven, with the crimson stain on his lips.
“Your Highness… your lips…”
For some reason, embarrassed, I glanced sideways and whispered softly.
Leopric glanced at me briefly, then traced his finger along his lips.
“Are they very red?”
“Um… yes. Perhaps you should wipe them…”
It was something that had never existed between us before.
His changed demeanor left me utterly at a loss for where to look.
And it became even worse after I saw him sweep his thumb across his lips.
I felt inexplicably more embarrassed by this sensual side of him I had never witnessed before.
When I raised my eyes slightly higher, I noticed his earlobes had turned red.
Does he realize just how bold and improper what he did was?
Seeing his earlobes grow redder still, I turned my gaze forward again.
Because he would not release my hand, we had to walk back along the bridal path side by side, hands clasped.
It felt strange—not like being escorted, nor like standing in formal ceremony.
It was the kind of gesture that made me wonder: had I ever walked hand in hand with anyone like this before?
Lowering my gaze to the hand still held captive, I suddenly realized how terribly Lloyd had treated me.
Lloyd always grasped my hand lightly, as if brushing past, and let go the moment he finished speaking.
Such brief, fleeting contact—barely more than a sibling’s touch, tinged with just enough atmosphere to pretend he never noticed my longing.
And at every party, he always held someone else’s hand, doing all the things I had so desperately wished he would do for me.
And they called that love.
As I nodded politely to those who stared, hoping to catch a glimpse of me and Leopric, I pushed through the crowd.
Each time I remembered how foolish I had been in my past life, I struggled to suppress the urge to bury my face in shame.
I felt sudden, overwhelming urges to fall to my knees and confess my sins.
Even beneath the veil, sharp-eyed observers would surely notice the shape of my lips.
I smiled, pulling my lips upward until my cheeks ached, meeting the gaze of every well-wisher.
I had to maintain this awkward state until we reached the carriage.
With each step, the crowd thinned, until only a few steps remained before the entrance.
“Ha…!”
As I let my gaze drift, assuming this was truly the end, I caught sight of a familiar color.
The color I had always loved—the very shade of a deep, tranquil night forest.
Or rather, the dark, cool hue I had come to love because of him.
Lloyd Alois.
There he stood—the one who had vowed to make me regret him for all eternity.
The one who had made me bitterly repent my past foolishness.
In his past life, he had refused to attend my wedding, claiming illness.
Yet now, he stood at the very back of the guests, disheveled in a way utterly unlike him.
‘How…’
What had changed in Lloyd to bring him here?
For what purpose?
My heart, filled with confusion, grew cold as if ice had been poured into it.
Just as I tried to look away, our eyes met.
His gaze never left me; mine could not leave him.
One step. Another step.
We drew closer.
Within this familiar face, familiar scent, familiar longing, my heart began to chill.
I remembered again—how cruelly those too-familiar things had abandoned me.
Nothing had changed.
He was merely here, present at this moment, unlike in my past life.
Ignoring the low thudding of my heartbeat, I walked past him without pause.
I broke the stubborn, lingering gaze.
The distance between us widened.
And so, in this life, I turned my back on Lloyd.
Leopric and my wedding had been nothing more than an ordinary affair.
Throughout the preparations, I had made my reluctance to marry abundantly clear, and he had never been the type to care much for such details.
Like any other newlywed couple, we returned to the imperial palace, leaving behind the many guests who had offered their congratulations.
According to imperial tradition, we should have gone to the Marquess’s residence, the bride’s home.
But unfortunately, my husband, Leopric, was the empire’s sole Crown Prince.
And my father was a man of extraordinary loyalty to the imperial family.
Perhaps things might have been different had my mother still lived.
The wedding, more influenced by the opinions of those around us than by the bride and groom, had been conducted in the most conventional manner possible.
‘Now, it is time to enter the bridal chamber.’
I absently clenched and released my hand, still warm from his touch.
If my memory served me right, the bridal chamber would be just as ordinary and predictable as everyone expected.
Without any particular emotion, I followed the palace attendants’ guidance toward the chamber.
But as if mocking me, an entirely different scene unfolded before my eyes.
In my memory, our bridal chamber had been no different from any ordinary noble’s room.
Just a white sheet and a single bottle of weak wine—that was all.
Yet now, the chamber had been transformed into something astonishingly elaborate.
“This… what on earth…”
The word that instantly came to mind: wasteful spending.
The white sheet and wine were fine.
After all, those were commonplace everywhere.
But the petals scattered across the sheet, the lace-canopied bedposts, the flowers and candles decorating every corner…
Even the most happily married couples rarely went to such lengths.
Or perhaps, those people believed that as long as their eyes met, the location didn’t matter.
As I recalled, Leopric’s current budget was quite limited.
His Imperial Majesty Gerard was famously frugal, and Leopric himself quietly used the Crown Prince’s allowance to aid those whom policy alone could not reach, traveling across the empire.
I admired his dedication to his role as Crown Prince, yet I also found it frustrating that he neglected his own needs.
In my past life, I had often been unable to tolerate how Leopric, indifferent to his own appearance, merely went through the motions at formal occasions.
So I sometimes secretly gave a portion of my own trading company’s profits to the chamberlain.
The Vermilian Marquess family’s wealth was, of course, the greatest on the continent.
Whether Leopric liked it or not, as his wife, I had to ensure he never entertained suspicious feelings toward me.
But that was a story that came after our marriage.
Now…
I sat down at the small table beside the bed without even fully surveying the room.
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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