Celia Brillion wrapped her arms around Dietrich Calypso’s neck.
Something soft pushed inward, brushing against the tender flesh inside her mouth before gliding along her teeth.
Celia Brillion felt vitality rising within her body as she kissed Dietrich Calypso.
Moans slipped intermittently from between Celia Brillion’s lips, but were entirely intercepted by Dietrich Calypso.
Dietrich Calypso’s hands slid smoothly down the negligee Celia Brillion was wearing.
Celia Brillion did not resist his touch.
Dietrich Calypso’s hand slipped between the layers of Celia Brillion’s negligee.
Her head grew warm, a sensation of heat spreading throughout her entire body, and Celia Brillion tightly pulled Dietrich Calypso’s neck closer.
Dietrich Calypso kissed Celia Brillion while removing the armor he was wearing.
Unfastening even the tunic beneath the armor, Dietrich Calypso pulled Celia Brillion into his arms and gently lowered her onto the bed.
Thud—
Celia Brillion moved her hands from around Dietrich Calypso’s neck to his back.
Dietrich Calypso persistently touched the parts of Celia Brillion’s body that made her shiver.
Every nerve stood on edge. Her toes curled instinctively, and Celia Brillion’s mind turned completely blank.
Celia Brillion gasped for breath.
Dietrich Calypso looked down at her and smiled gently.
“Use me. Celia Brillion.”
At Dietrich Calypso’s words, Celia Brillion looked up at him.
“…What do you mean?”
Dietrich Calypso slowly stroked Celia Brillion’s glistening lips with his own saliva, whispering languidly.
“I mean use me—as a healing remedy for your dying body.”
Use.
For some reason, hearing that word made Celia Brillion’s heart ache.
Of course, it was true that initially, she had intended to use Dietrich Calypso.
Just as he had tried to use her, Celia Brillion had also tried to use him.
But not anymore.
Celia Brillion gently caressed Dietrich Calypso’s cheek.
In those crimson eyes, she saw only herself fully reflected.
Looking into those blazing eyes, reminiscent of fresh blood, which had captivated her since the first moment she saw them, Celia Brillion faintly smiled.
“Dietrich Calypso.”
Celia Brillion’s hand slid gently from his cheek down to the nape of his neck.
The scar left by her dagger had faded considerably by now. Celia Brillion gazed at the mark for a brief moment.
“Don’t speak that way.”
Celia Brillion placed her hand on Dietrich Calypso’s firm chest.
Desire overflowed in Dietrich Calypso’s eyes as he looked at her.
Seeing Dietrich Calypso, whose gaze was tangled with both possessiveness and desire, Celia Brillion spoke.
“It’s not healing. I’m doing this because I want to.”
Celia Brillion pressed her lips to Dietrich Calypso’s.
Smack.
As if regretting how brief the kiss had been, Dietrich Calypso pulled Celia Brillion close by the back of her neck and kissed her again.
He kissed her fiercely, as if stealing her breath, then softened into tender, gentle kisses whenever she seemed overwhelmed.
Dietrich Calypso caressed various parts of Celia Brillion’s body.
Each time his large hands brushed against her, Celia Brillion’s senses blurred.
Tremors ran through her wherever Dietrich Calypso touched.
Celia Brillion’s eyelashes fluttered.
It suddenly felt embarrassing to realize she was doing this with Dietrich Calypso right after waking in a room bathed in morning sunlight.
Yet, it felt better than just embarrassing.
Was it because it was Dietrich Calypso?
Dietrich Calypso, lost in the kiss, suddenly gripped Celia Brillion’s hand and murmured in a low voice.
“…It might hurt a little.”
Celia Brillion answered by wrapping her other arm around Dietrich Calypso’s back.
“I want you.”
Dietrich Calypso could no longer hold back.
As if everything until now had been mere play, waves of intense sensation surged forward like a tidal flood.
This was more than just a little.
Celia Brillion wanted to protest, but the movement of Dietrich Calypso’s body left her unable to speak.
Celia Brillion’s vision flashed white.
Dietrich Calypso intertwined each of Celia Brillion’s fingers, kissed her forehead, and whispered tenderly.
“I’ll stop if you don’t like it.”
Dietrich Calypso paused his movements and looked down at Celia Brillion.
Meeting his burning gaze, filled with intense desire for her, Celia Brillion barely managed to whisper.
“B-Because it’s you, it’s okay.”
Dietrich Calypso pulled Celia Brillion into an embrace so tight she nearly shattered.
Celia Brillion melted within Dietrich Calypso’s arms.
Dietrich Calypso never looked away from her, as if he didn’t want to miss a single breath or the slightest tremble of her eyelashes.
Dietrich Calypso kissed various parts of Celia Brillion’s body, as if he couldn’t contain his adoration for her.
Celia Brillion gazed at Dietrich Calypso, who held her tightly and refused to let go, her eyes dazed.
Celia Brillion felt her body healing.
It was as if life-giving water was being poured entirely into her ruined body.
It felt as though the rotten blood pooling inside her was being purified.
Dietrich Calypso had been right—mixing their bodies was indeed the best way to heal her dying form.
Though her body was steadily recovering, Celia Brillion found it impossible to regain her senses.
Like a beast driven purely by instinct, Dietrich Calypso kissed every part of Celia Brillion’s body.
Celia Brillion’s rationality had flown far away, overwhelmed by Dietrich Calypso’s overwhelming skill.
Celia Brillion clung desperately to Dietrich Calypso.
Looking at the disheveled Celia Brillion, affection overflowed in Dietrich Calypso’s eyes.
Celia Brillion felt warmth spreading through her chest.
When their eyes met, Dietrich Calypso kissed Celia Brillion’s lips passionately.
Something soft and tender entered deeply into Celia Brillion.
Alternating between endless tenderness and relentless intensity, Dietrich Calypso left Celia Brillion utterly unable to think clearly.
As vitality surged within her, she also felt as though Dietrich Calypso was drawing that vitality back from her.
Their breaths mingled into one, and wet sounds echoed through the room.
Celia Brillion couldn’t tell whether it was her lips or herself that Dietrich Calypso had consumed.
Thus, Celia Brillion remained in Dietrich Calypso’s embrace for a long while.
[This is the timeline separator]“Have you heard the news? The underground prison of the palace burned down completely. They say the prisoners’ bodies were burned beyond recognition.”
“Oh my.”
“Who on earth could have done such a thing…”
Palace maids gathered together, whispering among themselves.
Currently, the palace strictly controlled all comings and goings, so only extremely limited information could be obtained.
The palace maids did not even know that Ileon Gredrick had been imprisoned.
Since Dietrich Calypso had claimed the new emperor was ill and confined to bed, the maids could only vaguely suspect that His Majesty the new emperor must truly be very sick.
“Do you feel it too? Lately, the palace atmosphere has been completely chaotic. High officials are dying one after another, and now even His Majesty the Emperor…”
As they spoke, the palace maids cautiously watched each other.
Making the wrong remark could lead to death—this had been true in the past and remained so today. Before saying anything important, the palace maids instinctively glanced around, then lowered their voices as much as possible.
“It must all be the work of that witch—the so-called angel of Brillion…”
As one maid opened her mouth, the conversation naturally drifted in that direction.
“Even Duke Calypso, who never paid attention to women, has fallen head over heels. Perhaps she really did use some kind of magic?”
“Exactly. That’s what I’m saying.”
“Duke Calypso has completely sealed off the palace exterior, so we can’t even know what’s happening outside…”
The maids sighed deeply.
Knights under Dietrich Calypso’s command took turns guarding the palace gates, leaving no way for anyone to sneak out.
“I wish we had kept even one carrier pigeon. Then at least we could know what’s happening outside.”
At one maid’s grumbling words, another beside her clapped her hands.
“Actually, I know a maid who has a carrier pigeon.”
“!”
“She’s a maid who recently began serving the new emperor. Strangely, she seems blind. Her name was… Elly, I think.”
“Where is that maid now?”
“Since she serves His Majesty the Emperor, wouldn’t she be in the Emperor’s Palace?”
The maids rushed en masse toward the Emperor’s Palace to find Elly.
However, the knight guarding the Emperor’s Palace blocked their entry.
“You may not enter the Emperor’s Palace.”
“Why not?”
“His Majesty lies ill on his bed, and furthermore, none of you belong to the Emperor’s Palace staff.”
The knight simply repeated the words he had received from Dietrich Calypso.
Though the maids pleaded with desperate eyes, it was futile.
One maid, unwilling to leave empty-handed, cautiously added,
“Then… could you call the maid named Elly for us?”
Elly. At the name, one of the knight’s eyebrows rose slightly.
“Why do you wish to summon that maid?”
“Well… she’s a close friend of mine.”
Not true at all, but one palace maid lied anyway.
The knight stared silently at the maid’s face before finally speaking.
“…It’s better not to know.”
My Arch-enemy Sealed My Memory and Said That He is My Husband
This is an incredibly captivating story that you absolutely shouldn’t miss! I’ll give a brief introduction here, and below you’ll find a detailed synopsis of the plot.
The female lead is a fierce and powerful demon king. The male lead is a once-in-a-millennium celestial lord, admired by the entire cultivation world.
They are equally matched, legendary rivals who have battled for centuries.
In the final duel, the female lead is gravely injured. The male lead saves her, seals her memories, and hides her true identity. He tells her that he is her fiancé. His entire life has been flawless—except for the one thing he never expected, never controlled, and never wanted to control: falling for his greatest enemy. She is his inner demon, his obsession.
When the female lead regains her memories, she is furious at his deception.
She makes his life a living hell.
And somehow, the male lead—possibly a total masochist—doesn’t mind at all. In fact, he’s happy she’s paying attention to him.
Yep, we’re back to my favorite trope: male lead suffering. If you love this kind of story, jump into the pit with me now!!!
Intro
Dong Xia lost her memory.
Her handsome and extremely powerful fiancé Li Qing comforted her: “It’s okay if you can’t remember. I’ll always be with you.”
Everyone thought Dong Xia’s ancestors must have burned incense to get such a perfect fiancé. He was the number one person in the immortal realm, yet he remained chaste and only loved her.
…
The day before marrying her fiancé, Dong Xia finally remembered everything.
She wasn’t suffering from memory loss at all.
Her arch-enemy had made her fake her death, destroyed her cultivation, replaced her memories, and pretended to be her deeply in love fiancé.
No wonder he said, “It’s okay if you can’t remember”!
Dong Xia laughed coldly as she pulled out her long knife: Li Qing, prepare to die 🙂
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Li Qing, as the supreme being of the immortal realm, was the people’s shining beacon.
The only unknown stain in his life was his affection for Dong Xia, the ruler of the demon realm.
In the final battle of the war between immortals and demons, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered. The ruler of the demon realm was finally slain under the sword of the supreme being of the immortal realm, and everyone in the immortal realm applauded.
The cultivation world lost a ruler of the demon realm.
And in the back mountain of Li Qing’s cave dwelling, he secretly hid away a fiancée.
Notes:
1. The female lead is white on the outside, black on the inside, and the queen of flattery; the male lead repeatedly tests the edge of darkness, a VIP guest at the crematorium.
2. Fantasy cultivation world setting.
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