Dietrich called out to Celia.
“Hey.”
Celia did not respond. Her body was battered and broken, and having used her ability for half a day straight, it was already a miracle she had stayed conscious this long.
Though her body should have collapsed long ago, she had stubbornly clung on solely through sheer willpower—until now. Celia’s head tilted sideways as she lost consciousness.
“…….”
Dietrich caught her falling head with one hand. The moment he supported her, blood smeared onto his palm.
His gaze dropped to the dark pool of blood dried into the floor. From the dried state of it, he could tell that Celia had vomited blood quite some time ago.
Dietrich felt a boiling rage rise within him. He had even handed over his own uniform just in case, yet he never imagined someone would still dare lay a hand on Celia.
And worse—someone under his direct command.
Now, Dietrich thought he understood why Celia despised those who claimed to love her.
With a complicated emotion, he carefully laid Celia down onto the floor. Dietrich brought his fingers to the bridge of her nose.
Thankfully, she was only unconscious—her breath still steady.
At that moment, a rustling sound came from behind him.
While he had been laying Celia down, the knight had clearly tried to sneak away.
“You’d better stay put.”
Dietrich spoke without even turning his head. The deep, authoritative tone froze the knight’s entire body.
Dietrich stood up and approached the knight who was leaning against the wall. His eyes moved from the pale face of his subordinate down to the man’s lower body.
“So you’ve already pulled your pants back up, I see.”
At his superior’s mocking words, the knight shut his eyes tightly and began stammering excuses.
“……Your Excellency, you must be misunderstanding the situation.”
Dietrich gave no reply. He didn’t feel the man deserved one.
But the knight, receiving no response, began to hope he might escape this situation unscathed. Surely, Dietrich would believe him—his loyal subordinate of four years—over that beautiful criminal.
He gulped, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he looked at Dietrich.
“Your Excellency, I apologize for disobeying orders, but I came only to check on the prisoner’s condition. She’s an important figure—what if she bit her tongue in her cell?”
“…….”
“But the moment I entered the cage, she started seducing me! I refused….”
“You refused.”
The knight gestured with his chin toward the unconscious Celia, slandering her.
“She suddenly pulled down my pants….”
There was no need to hear any more. Muttering under his breath, “Either hide your lust or don’t show it,” Dietrich struck the back of the knight’s head with his scabbard. The knight collapsed lifelessly onto the floor.
It felt as if her head was spinning. Celia gasped for breath, crying out in pain from the sensation of her internal organs twisting.
“Ah… it hurts….”
It hurt. It hurt so much she felt she might die at any moment.
Had she overused her ability too recklessly? If the gods were going to let her use such power, couldn’t they at least spare her lifespan? Why, then, were they inflicting such agony upon her?
She couldn’t even tell if she was awake or dreaming, the pain clouding her senses.
Then, she felt someone silently watching her. Celia tried to open her eyes, but she lacked even the strength to do so.
She reached out her hand. But the moment she stretched it, it fell limply to the side.
A sensation of decay crept slowly upward from her toes, as if her body were rotting away.
“S-s-save me….”
She barely managed to utter those words. Perhaps, now that death was near, she finally feared it.
Celia twisted her lips in bitter amusement at her own pitiful state.
She wished someone—anyone—would just end this suffering. If all they intended was to watch her suffer, then she wished they’d just disappear.
A wave of sorrow surged through her like a rising tide. Lying there helpless, like a wax doll, she felt utterly wretched.
The words “just disappear” rose to the tip of her tongue. But all the gasping, pain-wracked Celia could manage was to tremble her lips.
Then, something touched her parted lips. Instinctively, Celia tried to turn her head away, realizing it was the breath of a stranger.
“It’s medicine.”
Even in her hazy consciousness, she heard the voice clearly. It was a man’s voice, devoid of even a speck of selfish intent. It sounded annoyed, perhaps even disdainful of her.
“This favor—giving without demanding anything in return—is a one-time exception.”
He spoke as if granting immense mercy to someone on the verge of death. The voice was familiar, but her mind was too clouded to recognize whose it was.
She didn’t care what it was—medicine or otherwise. As long as it ended this pain.
Celia weakly nodded. Immediately, saliva flowed into her mouth from his lips. His tenderness surprised her—unlike the man who had seemed so irritated moments before.
He generously transferred his saliva between their touching lips without hesitation.
The moment she swallowed it, Celia felt the terrible agony gripping her slowly begin to fade.
The man’s saliva was overwhelmingly sweet—more so than an oasis in the desert.
Yet, as if his sole purpose had been to dispense this delicious “medicine,” he immediately began pulling his lips away without lingering.
Celia reached out toward the man pulling away. Her hand caught his face.
She pulled his face closer and whispered,
“More….”
She instantly devoured his lips. She could feel him briefly startled, but he quietly opened his mouth, letting her take whatever she wanted.
Celia’s breath swept through his mouth and palate. She swallowed greedily, as if determined to drain every drop of his saliva.
There was no shame. Desperate to taste more of the medicine that erased her agony, Celia explored his mouth again and again.
The man remained completely still.
He did nothing—letting her steal his saliva until she had taken every last drop, until she finally pulled away, breathless.
Thinking she had collapsed from exhaustion, he was surprised when her lips pressed onto his once more. As he opened his mouth, Celia eagerly explored him again, as if waiting. The pain crushing her body had vanished completely, but his saliva was so sweet she couldn’t resist tasting it one more time.
After drinking in his honey-like saliva for a long while, Celia finally pulled her lips away.
“……It’s sweet.”
The words came out between her ragged breaths. Her lips glistened, slick with the man’s saliva.
In place of the pain, she felt a strange sense of fullness.
But… wasn’t she supposed to be dying? How could such agony simply melt away like snow?
No matter how she thought about it, this couldn’t possibly be real.
Yet, if this was a dream, it was the most pleasant one she’d ever had. The thought that opening her eyes would bring back her bleak reality made Celia fall asleep right there.
With a satisfied smile lingering on her lips.
[This is the timeline separator]In truth, Dietrich’s healing power wasn’t limited to his bodily fluids alone.
However, his ability only worked on women, not on men. He had discovered this when he held his dead mother in his arms, crushed against his chest.
Superficial wounds and scars could be healed simply by embracing someone—his power was truly astonishing.
Of course, it couldn’t bring back the dead.
Dietrich narrowed his eyes slightly as he watched Celia sleeping in the bed.
He had transferred his healing saliva to her purely out of a sense of responsibility.
It was clear—if he hadn’t been away for so long overseeing the Emperor’s funeral, Celia wouldn’t have suffered such a terrible ordeal.
Moreover, the man who had tried to harm her was a knight he himself had ordered not to allow anyone into the prison. The man had a family, and had obediently followed orders for four years—Dietrich’s mistaken assumption that he could be trusted had been a grave error.
Though military authority resided with him, perfect control over everyone was impossible.
The palace knights were numerous, and by nature, many were stubborn.
Most were of noble birth. Even if he could overpower them with strength, he couldn’t extinguish the jealousy and resentment festering in their hearts.
Even those knights who had sworn loyalty with their lives had once been bribed by the Crown Prince to assassinate him.
Yet, failing to control them was still his responsibility. The image of a hand, drenched in blood, clutching at his sleeve haunted him—the regret of not preventing something he could have stopped.
Thus, he had taken Celia out of the prison and brought her to his own residence. It was still within the palace, but far safer than that underground dungeon.
Dietrich removed his uniform that Celia was wearing and wiped the dried blood from her lips and the dust clinging to her hair with a damp cloth.
There was blood on her chest and thighs too, but he did not clean those areas. Instead, he covered her with a blanket.
At that moment, Celia exhaled a faint breath and groaned in pain.
– Ah… it hurts….
For a moment, he thought she had regained consciousness. But Dietrich instantly realized she was still delirious.
She gasped for breath, her brow furrowed as if she might stop breathing any second. Her condition was clearly terrible.
One of her hands stretched weakly toward Dietrich, as if pleading for help. But before it could reach him, it fell limply away.
– S-save me….
Her voice was frail, as if wrung out from her very soul. That desperate sound held Dietrich’s gaze—he couldn’t look away.
It was hard to believe the woman who had joked and smiled at him in the prison was the same person lying before him now.
Seeing Celia twist her lips in self-mockery, Dietrich lowered his head toward her.
As she had said—her life belonged to him. He had no intention of letting her die, so he would relieve her of this immediate, life-threatening agony.
But Celia turned her head, refusing the medicine he offered.
He felt irritation flare. Just as he was about to give her the remedy, she rejected it.
After a few words, Celia grew quiet.
He lowered his head again, carefully transferring his saliva into her mouth through their touching lips.
He had intended to give only enough to get her through the immediate crisis.
– More….
Drawn by that desperate plea, Dietrich opened his mouth. Her breath invaded him freely, consuming him entirely, taking everything he had to give.
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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