Who Stole The Empress Chapter 95

Chapter 95. If you kiss me

 

 

 

 

If he didn't give up his body for the king to relive her anger, he would miss this opportunity.

 

Thankfully, the king even broke his ribs. The throbbing was a bit annoying, but Tamon deliberately kept his resilience low and endured the pain. 

 

In the evening, he was unavoidably caught by the knights, but even then he endured the pain by lowering his body's recovery as much as possible.

 

This level of bruising was, in fact, bearable. There was nothing he couldn't bear considering muscle pain. 

 

He wasn't cut, slashed, or poisoned. Not even a single drop of sweat break out at the mere thought of having one or two ribs pulled out. 

 

Thinking about the sweet reward that would come after that he could endure for days. 

 

“It looks like you're the one who's going to have an accident when you go outside, not me.” (Roselyn) 

 

In spite of Roselyn's reproachful words, Tamon only smiled leisurely. 

 

“You've been injured without a single clean area on your entire body, what's the point of laughing when you're good?”

 

Roselyn bullied Tamon in a language similar to his.

 

“Please be gentle, I'm hurt.”

 

Tamon exaggeratedly acting hurt and reached out and hugged Roselyn.

 

Oh, I see.

 

This is the cure.

 

As soon as he touched her body, his whole body relaxed sluggishly.

 

When he heard that she met bullies when she was at the festival, his eyes turned upside down.

 

However, when he calmed down and thought about it, he realized that this woman was not the kind of woman who would be beaten by a few thugs.

 

His heart was filled with joy when he saw that she wasn't injured in the slightest.

 

Her strength was endearing.

 

It reassured him that she was strong, whether internally or externally.

 

So Tamon decided to indulge her rather reassuringly.

 

“It hurts.” (Tamon)

 

“Looking at you, you seem to be exaggerating, too. Every time you get hurt, how…..”

 

Roselyn looked at the huge man who was holding her tightly. 

 

Tamon did not care and buried his lips in her neck.

 

“When one is ill, one's mind is confused by nature.” (Tamon)

 

“You don't seem to be hurting that much.” (Roselyn)

 

Tamon burst into laughter at Roselyn's reluctant suspicion.

 

If he let her talk any longer, she was going to end up suspecting him for a long time for nothing. 

 

Without saying more, he crawled up her lips like a snake and swallowed her lips at once.

 

The feel of her sweet lips was driving him crazy.

 

Was this what it feels like to dip his brain in honey?

 

Should these lips, which caught the man's breath quickly, be lascivious or sacred?

 

He closed his eyes and breathed in all the enraptured feeling her lips gave him.

 

He felt physically energized.

 

He felt a strong tension in his lower body.

 

In a panic, Roselyn gently moved back and ended up lying on the bed.

 

Tamon smiled and licked her lips, kissed her on the chin and held her close.

 

'I'm a spoiled brat.'

 

Yes, this was spoiled.

 

He sweetened Asha's small breasts over and over again, as if he were a huge beast that wanted to be held in the small arms.

 

It was the only moment he had the rights to claim her justly when he needed medical attention.

 

From the moment he recognized it, Tamon did not hesitate to hurt himself.

 

In fact, the bigger and more certain the wound, the better. When it came to compensation, he was willing to abuse his body as much as he could.

 

Because the more hurt he got, the greater his right to take her.

 

What a self-destructive obsession.

 

This kind of love he couldn't speak up recklessly.

 

And yet, it was too precious and pathetic to dare to demand the same feelings from the other person, but only to pretend to be ignorant and indulgent.

 

“Call my name.”

 

“…Tamon.”

 

“Again, please.”

 

Tamon demanded, biting Roselyn's soft earlobe, and Roselyn called his name softly.

 

“Tamon.”

 

He loved the way her soft voice whispered his name so nonchalantly.

 

When she gasped and screamed, or when she sobbed and muttered like she couldn't take it anymore.

 

It was just nice to hear hix name bursting out of these lips.

 

Asha drove him crazy.

 

Tamon wanted to make Asha crazy too.

 

Even if it wasn't as much as this feeling he felt, he wished this arrogant, poor woman felt something like him.

 

“No, no, no!”

 

A hot feeling was rising up.

 

“Tamon!”

 

As his lips went lower to her moist valley, the more intense her muffled cries became.

 

She pushed his head out and clutched it again, shuddering but holding him tightly with both legs.

 

She didn't let go of him with her thin hands, as if letting him go would send her falling off a cliff.

 

Oh, this moment was so good he could barely breathe.

 

Tamon was going crazy, loving her strength, her hands, and her legs as she bound him.

 

His lips and tongue moved true to their instincts as if responding to her reaction. 

 

He drank as much of her fountain as he could in the name of therapy.

 

Her red cheeks were addictive like a drug as she felt ashamed.

 

He loved the honest struggle with which she responded to the pleasure at the end.

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'Oh, no. It's weird.'

 

The evening breeze drifted in through the window.

 

The light curtain fluttered in the night breeze, blocking out the light and scattering it.

 

Roselyn felt her eyes blur before her with a raging rush of pleasure.

 

The border between light and dark was faintly visible.

 

Vision became meaningless, and only the smell and feel of his body flitted about.

 

Unable to resist, she grabbed Tamon by both cheeks and made him look at her.

 

Gasping for breath as their eyes met, Tamon kissed her palms and held her.

 

“Do you want me to stop…?”  (Tamon)

 

He whispered with a smile on his wet lips.

 

Was that the lustful devil's smile that seeped into the bed of a wife who had lost her partner?

 

It was strange.

 

Obviously, she couldn't stand it, so she grabbed him, but she had no willingness to stop.

 

The pleasure that was coming over her was unmanageable, but it was not enough to ask him to stop.

 

'Oh, have I already been tainted by this debaucherous demon?'

 

As if he could read Roselyn's hesitation, Tamon straightened up and moved closer.

 

Leaning his lips against her earlobe, he made a secret suggestion in a polite voice.

 

“Or, just a little slower………?”

 

Roselyn nodded with a reddened face, and Tamon smiled in satisfaction. 

 

“If you kiss me.” (Tamon)

 

“Now?” (Roselyn)

 

He looked at her as if she was asking the obvious.

 

Roselyn looked at his lips and cheeks, glistening with moisture, with bewildered eyes.

 

If the scene of the novel of the twins had not passed momentarily, she might possibly have stopped at that moment forever.

 

Of course, Tamon wouldn't have left it like that….

 

The novel.

 

Yes, the racy novel was the problem.

 

The racy scenes of that novel, which had made Roselyn close the page many times and take a deep breath, swirled in her head for a moment.

 

It gave her a surge of courage.

 

That pathetic indirect experience made even this unnerving request of Tamon “possible”.

 

With bated breath, she gently brushed his lips with her fingers.

 

His moist lips conveyed a feeling of lewdness.

 

He licked his lips, smiling.

 

Oh, this man must really be crazy.

 

Roselyn grabbed his shoulders, glaring at him avengingly, and slowly moved her lips towards Tamon's.

 

Softly, her lips pressed against his.

 

At first she was surprised that it wasn't as bad as she thought it would be.

 

The lips that were touched stuck together and fell apart a few times.

 

“It's sweeter than you thought, right?” (Tamon)

 

He asked with a nonchalant look on his face. 

 

Roselyn bit her lip as her face turned bright red.

 

Tamon smiled and pushed in. Their hot bodies overlapped at once.

 

The more his body was pushed up and down, the more Tamon's bruises faded.

 

He thrust so fiercely that the broken ribs were of no consequence.

 

The hot and earnest night did not end until dawn.

 

When the dawn came, Tamon, who had finally fallen asleep, woke up………

 

“Ugh….hic hic.”

 

It was when he heard a sobbing sound from Roselyn's lips, who was sleeping in a tight hug.

 

 

She was trembling.

 

It was the first time he had seen her like this.

 

When he picked her up from the snowfield, she didn't even cry then. She wasn't nervous. She didn't even sob.

 

She was resolute in her acceptance of death.

 

No, she insisted on dying.

 

But now she was crying and trembling.

 

“…… father, mother.”

 

Roselyn was trembling with pain.

 

She was suffering as she called the dead in her dreams, sobbing and apologizing for not being able to keep them safe.

 

'She's a foolish woman.'

 

Tamon was angry and frustrated. 

 

He couldn't understand her feeling guilty when they had already gone to that world. 

 

He felt hopeless because he couldn't understand it.

 

Feeling the limit of emotions he could not reach, it made him angry.

 

“Don't cry.”

 

“Hic hic.”

 

This was not the kind of sobbing that Tamon wanted to hear from Asha.

 

“No, Charlotte, no………..”

 

This was not the kind of tears he wanted to see.

 

He wanted to see her cry with pleasure, arching her back, unable to control herself under his embrace.

 

He didn't want to see her bite her tongue in fear of a nightmare.

 

 “D*mn…..Don't cry.”

 

Tamon hugged her curled up body tightly with both arms and whispered desperately.

 

It was the first time he didn't know what to do. He felt like he was drowning in darkness.

 

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