The Tragedy of The Villainess

Tragedy 193 - Rain of snow

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Lesche quietly closed his eyes. Seria grabbed his wrist and carefully dragged him towards the bed, and she sat him down.

Lesche’s head was raised. It wasn’t his doing. Because Seria lifted Lesche’s chin with her finger.

As she leaned over and kissed his forehead, Lesche’s hands naturally moved towards Seria’s waist, but was stopped.

“Stay still.”

Seria walked on her knees on the bed and headed behind Lesche’s back. Slippers dropped from her feet and fell under the bed.

After a while, she grabbed Lesche’s arms from behind, and began to tie his hands.

“…what are you doing?”

“Are you uncomfortable?”

Lesche’s reply was a bit late.

“It’s not uncomfortable.”

“Then don’t move.”

The feeling of his wrists being tied with a rope was vivid. Lesche did not understand this situation at all, but for the moment, he decided to keep quiet at the sound of Seria’s laughter.

In an instant, his hands were completely tied.

Lesche asked, moving his tied hands behind his back a little.

“Are Sterns also taught how to tie a rope?”

Seria said triumphantly.

“Can I? I learned from Bibi a while ago.”

Lesche chuckled. It is certainly the way knights tie up prisoners when they subdue them.

So this…

“Why are you doing this to me?”

“Lesche.”

Seria crawled on her knees and sat down on Lesche’s thighs. A warm and soft body came close to him. The weight felt too light for Lesche. He always grabbed it with his hands, as he felt like she would fly away.

Seria pushed Lesche’s upper body back as it was. She tried to lay him down as he always did to her. Seria’s body, which was closely attached to his, was sensitively felt. Not knowing that, Seria smiled contentedly. In that state she bowed her body.

Lesche’s neck trembled as a wet touch touched his lips. He tried to move his hands reflexively but they were tied with a rope and did not work as intended. The kiss that felt seductive was still the same, and the long hair flowing down his face was still there…

Lesche opened and closed his eyes slowly.

It was driving him crazy.

He could cut off the rope easily, but…

How meticulously…

Even in the midst of it, he was thirsty for fear that Seria’s lips would move away. If she didn’t let him touch her, shouldn’t it be okay if she kissed him all day long like this? Seria lifted her head up, as expected, not long after. At the receding body temperature, Lesche lifted his upper body, and his shoulders were quickly pressed against her.

“….Seria.”

Little by little, there was a mix of panting breaths.

“Why are you doing this to me?”

“Every day, if you kiss me, you try to eat me.”

Lesche raised his eyebrows slightly.

“Therefore?”

“I’m just going to kiss you like this.”

“That….”

Lesche’s words did not last to the end. Seria awkwardly blocked his words with her lips. Even with a kiss that was clearly intentional, Lesche didn’t even think to push her away. He just wanted to grab Seria’s arms that were supporting his body and press her onto the bed. Contrary to her desire to force him out of breath, Seria’s kisses were so sweet, enough to make him yearn.

Seria’s hands dug into Lesche’s open robe. The chest was tightened with muscles, and she stroked his solid chest with the palm of her hand and went down. With her cheeks blushing from the long kiss, but with her playful eyes, Seria lifted her head.

She remembered the night she first found out that the corners of Lesche’s eyes were red. His eyes now were much redder than that.

“Do more.” (Lesche)

“I’ll think about it.” (Seria)

“You’re going to kill people like this.” (Lesche)

Seria laughed without denying it. Seeing her take her clothes off in front of his eyes, Lesche couldn’t tell if he was actually thirsty or if he was engulfed in the thought of being thirsty.

Breathing mixed again. He could clearly feel the body sitting on top of his robe. It was the same with Seria. It was when Seria was just moving her body, thinking it would be good to step away from the danger she felt instinctively.

“Seria.”

“Yes?”

“You only tied my hands.”

“….?”

It was at that moment when Seria felt that strength entered Lesche’s thighs vividly.

In an instant, her vision was turned upside down, still with a bewildered expression on her face.

“…your hands are tied, how did you do that?”

“You seem to often forget that your husband is a knight.”

Lesche, who answered in a triumphant manner, bowed his upper body. Contrary to his calm voice, in reality, his clinging lips were filled with impatience that could not be erased.

His hands were still tied, but better than before. Seria wouldn’t be able to get away now. Seria also seemed to have sensed that fact. In every act, Lesche’s thirst and desire dripped. Obviously his hands were tied, and she knew he couldn’t break it, but she didn’t know why this man looked like a predator.

Gradually, Seria’s breathing began to shake. She was willing to feel the sweetness of her burning cheeks, her arms wrapped around Lesche’s neck. Lesche’s robe, which was half stripped off, stopped flowing near his arms, where they were tied.

The veins in his tightly bound hands were prominent.

(How could they skip the smut!!)

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The next day.

It has been raining since dawn, and the sound of raindrops pounding against the window could be heard incessantly in the early morning.

Lesche was sitting in his office, checking his documents.

He wasn’t alone. Because Seria, who was asleep, was in his arms.

It was not a week visited by vassals, nor did his aides have a special task to call, and Lesche’s office was quiet and undisturbed.

It was when his hand ruffled Seria’s hair a little.

Knock. Knock.

A knock on the door was heard, and the doctor cautiously entered. He had brought warm medicine.

“Your Highness. I’ve brought some medicine for the Grand Duchess.”

“I’ll feed her.”

“Yes, my lord.”

The hard-to-find Metis flower was the medicine. It was one of the things that the emperor granted the Grand Duke of Berg for his contribution to the battle against the Demons. As soon as he saw Lesche, he thought he had to feed Seria this special flower medicine.

“Can I feed her after a while?”

“Yes. It’s okay if it cools down.”

“Leave it here.”

Why was the Grand Duchess sleeping in a place like this instead of the spacious bedroom…

The doctor did not ask. Because he remembered how much the revered Grand Duke had to work to check when the Grand Duke’s ankle was healed.

The knights of Berg suffered enough to die in the subjugation of the beasts, and the castle users were also busy arranging the pouring tribute, but frankly, the doctor was exhausted and struggling.

The doctor carefully set the tray down and looked at Lesche’s wrists involuntarily. The doctor’s eyes widened.

“Your Highness. Should I bring you some ointment?”

“Hm?”

“It looks like you injured your wrists….”

At the careful voice, Lesche’s gaze moved toward his wrists.

Traces of something like a rope were clearly visible. It was a clear mark that would cause bruises.

“It’s okay.”

“Yes? Yes… let me know if you need it.”

“How long do you think it will take for this to heal?”

The doctor said after examining Lesche’s wrist.

“It will disappear completely in a week or so.”

“It doesn’t last very long.”

‘…do you want it to last longer?’

The doctor was puzzled. He felt a strange tone in Lesche’s words. But for a while. Lesche pointed to the door with his chin.

“Leave.”

“Yes, my lord.”

The doctor nodded his head and stepped back.

The doctor, of course, had no idea that Seria had loosened the rope because of this very wound. The fact that Seria had shriveled up like this after releasing Lesche.

Not only the doctor, but no one in this great castle would know.

The only one who knew reflected on what had happened earlier in the early morning.

He didn’t expect Seria to come to the office with a knock. Because Seria couldn’t get up for lunch, let alone morning, all these days.

“Are your wrists okay?”

Lesche’s eyes grew slightly bigger due to Seria’s sudden visit, and he looked down at his wrists and slightly distorted his eyebrows.

“It hurts a little.”

No. It didn’t hurt at all.

Seria came into his office with a worried face. As she asked if there was anything she could do to help, she seemed quite concerned about Lesche’s wrists.

Lesche asked Seria to help with his paperwork and sat Seria completely in his office. He said it would take more time than usual to finish the work because his wrists hurt. Seria’s restless appearance caught his eyes.

After a while Seria slowly began to doze off. She couldn’t keep her eyes open for a long time. Especially because she suffered badly all night last night.

She eventually fell asleep in Lesche’s arms.

It was a pity that the marks on his wrists would be gone after a week.

The next day and even the next day, Lesche did not bother to cover his wrists in front of Seria. Every time she saw it, she came to his office with a troubled expression on her face.

Lesche was happy.

Seria’s body, touching his chest, was warm and soft. It’s just soft…. So it’s normal to be excited, but why did his heart feel like it’s fluctuating like this? It was such a distant feeling that no matter how deep he threw his body, he couldn’t see the bottom of the sea.

Lesche raised Seria’s sleeping hand. In the midst of this, she was still wearing four of her rings on her soft hand. Laughter inevitably came out. Lesche pressed his lips to the back of Seria’s hand and listened to the rain for quite some time.

It was a cozy morning.

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