The creaking of the stairs and the slamming of the door resounded between them.

His sculpted face openly displayed his ferocious, almost consuming desire.

It was a desire different from the frenzied madness that could tear anything apart.

In the dark room, only the moonlight filtering through the window illuminated them.

Diana untied her hair, letting it fall loose. A faint purple night sky descended below her waist.

As if enchanted, he lifted her higher to see her more closely.

Sweetly intoxicated, she let out a small laugh. He couldn’t take his eyes off her radiant face.

Bathed in the soft moonlight, she was exceptionally beautiful.

He felt as though he would become intoxicated by her alluring scent, as if her drunkenness had transferred to him.

“Diana.”

Setting her down gently on the bed, he knelt on one knee.

Even with eyes burning with passion, he showed the poise of a disciplined knight. His posture was almost reverent.

“I didn’t hear your answer.”

Taking her fingertips, he kissed them like a loyal knight, his gaze rising to meet hers.

“Tell me. What do you want me to be to you?”

Their gazes intertwined with intense blue eyes.

“I’ll ask again.”

The words breaking against her fingertips were hot.

“Shall I be your knight?”

The man’s scent, even thicker now, enveloped her. He rose and covered her body with his. The bed creaked and swayed.

“Your husband?”

The reverent kisses changed color, turning into affectionate ones.

The low whisper in her ear was so sweet it made goosebumps rise.

“Or,”

Lowering his body, he lifted her foot. He bowed his head to the one even his power and strength couldn’t control.

“Your slave?”

He was a beast driven by raging madness, facing only death. A fierce beast untouched by anyone’s hand showed her a kiss of submission.

His entire being was saying he would gladly offer his leash and become her slave.

The man’s eyes, thickly emitting male pheromones, were fixed on her, clearly filled with heat. She could feel his determination to never let go of that gaze.

“Tell me, Diana.”

The tips of her toes held by him tingled. She understood what he meant when he always said his fingertips tingled. His hot breath climbed up her legs.

Amidst the haze of his intimate touch, it felt as if the alcohol was wearing off. At this rate, she would cross a river of no return.

Diana lifted her upper body and pulled him up. In their clashing gazes, intense desire swirled.

He wanted her. His emotions were raw and intense, wrapping around her suffocatingly.

“Rodrick.”

Suddenly, she suppressed the laughter trying to burst out.

The man with a perfect appearance, as if all the pieces of beauty in the world had been gathered, couldn’t hide his emotions in front of her.

She didn’t dislike the subtle tension and heartbeats flowing between them. Diana caressed the cheek of the fierce but beautiful beast.

As he tilted his head into her hand, he let out a deep sigh that sounded like a moan.

He was enduring to the limit, the tension so precarious it could explode at any moment.

She, who had ignited the spark of desire, didn’t know. Inside him, a war was raging, with reason and instinct fighting for dominance.

Like a beast waiting for its master’s command. Pretending to be nonchalant, he was waiting for her answer.

“I’m greedy.”

Undoing the buttons on his front, Diana looked at him straight.

“A knight, a husband, and a slave.”

Her jewel-like, sparkling pink eyes knocked on his heart.

“I want all three.”

Grabbing his open shirt, she pulled him close to her face.

“What do you think?”

Her lofty eyes curved in a smile.

It was a breathtaking smile.

Under the tilting moonlight, it seemed as if the air and time had stopped for a moment.

“Gladly.”

A rough voice flowed through his parched teeth.

Before she knew it, they were sharing sweet breaths with her permitted smile.

“Always as you wish.”

Lips that had descended like fluttering petals grew more and more dense.

Shedding his rough exterior, he intensely grasped the air.

“Hng.”

The pure air was dyed in shades of red.

In the flowing waves, even the curse-based magic filled her to satisfaction.

However, the thirst-filled desire endlessly craved her without tiring.

The magic that had become intense and stimulating interlocked perfectly, stimulating all her cells and causing tremors.

The pleasure spreading between their intertwined fingers continued endlessly.

The world was quiet in the darkness, and their world shattered brightly over and over again.

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It was a peace that had come after a long time. Faint sunlight was seeping through the low-quality curtains. Even the rough texture of the creaking bed felt not unpleasant with the slightest movement.

Rodrick was quietly embracing her back, enjoying the sensation against his bare hands.

It was a refreshing feeling, as if the madness had completely disappeared, clearer than ever before.

This was because every time she absorbed his curse to the point of exhaustion, he could greet a morning more refreshed than ever.

As his touch continued to caress her smooth, soft skin, her eyelashes fluttered.

He felt her fluttering eyelashes against his chest. Blankly blinking, she lifted her head only to lower it again, resting her forehead against his chest.

“Did you sleep well?”

At his leisurely question, she suppressed a groan. Her whole body ached.

“…Rodrick.”

Her voice was hoarse from screaming so much.

No matter how rigorous her training had been and how good her basic stamina was, she couldn’t keep up with this man.

How could she win against a man with such insane physique?

“Are you really a first-timer?”

The mumbling voice was transmitted through his chest. Quietly focusing on her voice, Rodrick let out a delighted laugh.

“Shall I confirm it again for you?”

A low voice full of laughter flowed out seductively.

“Are you crazy?”

This man, seriously! She frowned. She thought it was all good when they said a man was unparalleled. But this was too much.

“I’m in pain.”

At her coy words, the hand stroking her back stopped.

He got out of bed without hesitation. Well-trained lean muscles filled his chest tightly.

Everywhere she looked, the man’s perfect body captivated her gaze.

“Where are you going half-naked like that?”

“To get medicine.”

Watching him hastily put on his pants, Diana smiled brightly, pushing aside the pain.

“Rodrick?”

She called out to him, snapping her fingers. He approached like a well-behaved large black panther and sat on the edge of the bed.

“My medicine is right here, what are you going to get?”

Her slender fingers tapped his muscular body.

Is there any need to spread rumors around the neighborhood about what happened to us last night?

Even though she spoke indirectly, his eyes flickered with unquenched heat.

“Doesn’t it hurt when you absorb it?”

“Well, I wonder.”

He deeply pressed his lips to hers, as if to confirm.

As a result, the magic couldn’t cure ordinary muscle pain. It had an effect, but it was very minimal.

After a long, continuous kiss, she pulled away and spoke in a grumbling tone.

“Stop.”

She raised her eyebrows high. My lips are going to wear out. At her command that wasn’t quite a command, he abruptly stopped.

“That’s it for today. Next time, I’ll do it if you behave well. Bring me my clothes, please.”

Wondering if she had spoken too harshly, she observed his expression, but he was smiling. As if he was truly happy.

“As you wish, young lady.”

On the face of the man who had always been expressionless and filled with coldness, emotions bloomed like a flower bud.

It was small but precious, so radiant that she wanted to keep it to herself.

Seeing that, Diana realized anew that she had given a piece of her heart completely to this man.

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“Oh my, Commander! Good morning. Did you have a good night?”

Carol, who was carrying a tray of food, greeted Rodrick brightly as he descended the stairs.

The knights, who were nursing their hangovers with a hearty stew, coughed and choked as if something had caught in their throats.

“C-Commander?!”

Heavily drunk and unconscious, they weren’t even aware that Rodrick had arrived.

The elite knights who had sobered up in the middle of the night had already fled. However, Buzz, unable to escape as it was his own residence, swallowed his tears and held his position.

“What about the young lady? Is she not coming down with you?”

“She’ll be down soon.”

Isn’t she fearless? Carol, who was acting friendly, was sly like a fox.

‘Honey. Darling. Did you hear last night? I thought the third floor was going to collapse.’

No, honey. I don’t want to know about that. Buzz had not the slightest interest in his superior’s private life.

Wasn’t it enough to see his superior only at work?

As Rodrick took his seat, the knights had to observe his mood, holding their spoons without being able to eat.

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Diana got out of bed, stretched her aching body, and got dressed.

It was a simple dress-like garment, so it wasn’t inconvenient to put on by herself. As she tightened the strings on the front of her chest, her eyes sharpened.

Thanks to absorbing a generous amount of Rodrick’s curse, her senses were heightened and sensitive. Her senses were on alert, detecting a gaze from outside the window.

Straightening her clothes and casually opening the window as if to enjoy the view, she stepped on the window frame and descended in an instant.

The opponent, who had keenly perceived what she had noticed, began to flee.

Although her whole body ached, paradoxically, she was overflowing with strength. As soon as she took a step, the scenery quickly flashed by.

The chase didn’t last long, ending in a dead-end alley. Grabbing the back of their neck, she used monstrous strength to push down the robed opponent.

“Affiliation.”

“……”

Groaning, the opponent remained silent. Turning them around, Diana held a dagger to their throat.

“You better answer well. If you’re deemed an enemy, you’ll have to die on the spot.”

“L-Lady Vanessa. I’m under her direct command.”

It was an androgynous female voice. Regardless of gender, Diana remained coldly indifferent.

“Proof.”

With the dagger pressed precariously close to her vital point, the woman pulled down her clothes with difficulty and revealed a red rose pattern tattooed below her collarbone. Only then did Diana release her.

“Is my sister so busy that she sends someone who hasn’t even been properly trained?”

The woman had a near-death experience. To think that the youngest princess, who had been confined and isolated in the mansion, was such a skilled individual. No one had informed her.

They said the Beatus family raised killing machines. She was like an emotionless doll with a beautiful appearance.