Chapter 22 - Chapter 22

Chapter 22

"Ha, haaak... Ugh..."

"......"

I might have lost my mind a little. The sight before my eyes was... an indescribably strong shock.

"Heut...!"

Holding his own penis in his hand and shaking it rapidly, Ruwellin looked down at me with flushed, heated eyes. His fully erect penis had grown to an unbelievable size. Lying on the bright living room sofa, the shape looked even more vivid, and I kept flinching involuntarily.

I couldnundefinedt believe that thing had pierced inside me so many times. The sensations of those moments suddenly came back, and I unconsciously bent my knees and crossed my legs. My hands, which had been resting on my stomach, were unconsciously sliding downwards.

"Haah, hueuk..."

Ruwellin moaned and moved his wrist even faster. Transparent beads of sweat rolled down his smooth forehead and jawline. His flushed cheeks, his lips wet with humid breath, his eyes hazy with pleasure – all were intensely lewd.

After moving for a long time, his hand stopped abruptly. At the same time, his large penis twitched and spewed cloudy semen. Thick, sticky liquid soaked my stomach. Ruwellin quickly climbed on top of me and rubbed his penis against my chest and nipples, continuing to ejaculate. The gushing liquid flowed down my cleavage.

He kept rubbing his penis against my semen-slick chest. At some point, he gathered my breasts with both hands, sandwiched his penis between them, and moved his hips even more vigorously. I was dumbfounded by the incredibly obscene sight.

"Haah... I want to cum more..."

"......"

"This time... can I cum in your mouth? Roz..."

Whenever he called me undefinedRozundefined like that, my name sounded like a desperate plea. Even though the plea itself was utterly lewd.

When I remained silent without answering, Ruwellin looked down at me, then reached out and stroked my lips. His eyes saying he wanted to cum inside this were sly. I didnundefinedt know why he specifically wanted to cum in my mouth, but I nodded slightly.

Ruwellin smiled faintly, then suddenly pushed a finger into my mouth. His semen-wet finger tasted fishy. After stirring inside my mouth thoroughly, his finger pulled out. Then, grabbing my wet breasts with both hands again, he began to rub his penis sandwiched between them at a fast pace. Tilting his head back with an utterly blissful expression, he moaned continuously. Words spilled from his mouth intermittently.

"Ah, so good, your breasts..."

"......"

"Soft and squishy... haah..."

His hip movements, which had been speeding up like crazy, soon stopped abruptly. His fingers, approaching urgently, pried my mouth wide open. The tip of his penis, pushing slightly between my parted lips, touched the tip of my tongue. Warm semen soon filled my mouth. It tasted fishy and sour.

As his penis, held between my lips, slid out, the semen pooled in my mouth trickled down my chin. Ruwellinundefineds hand approached and gently stroked my cheek. Staring at me as if admiring a work of art, he then put his finger into my mouth and scraped out the remaining semen.

I spat out the semen still in my mouth along with my saliva. It felt like something enormous had happened, but strangely, I didnundefinedt feel bad. Rather, I even wanted to see more of his lewd expressions.

"Shall I wash you?"

Ruwellin asked, leisurely scanning my appearance, which was a mess with the semen he had spilled all over me. After hesitating for a moment, I averted his gaze and nodded. Then, looking delighted, he smiled brightly, lifted me up, and headed to the bathroom.

Of course, in the bathroom too... he didnundefinedt just wash me.

* * *

The waves of the pitch-black night sea rolled threateningly.

Those fierce waves, constantly watching for a chance to swallow the ship, were caused by sea magical beasts.

They were now close to the sea magical beastsundefined lair, but still hadnundefinedt pinpointed the exact location.

But even this was an enormous achievement for the short period of time. All thanks to Adrian Hyllundefineds insane drive and genius abilities.

Unable to bring his precious younger sister to such a dangerous sea, he had left her safely at the villa. But the villa was not perfectly safe either.

Ruwellin Rashiane. That crazy bastard might still be targeting Roznia.

undefinedHas he forgotten who he is, that insane bastard?undefined

If a million times over, a million times, a decent-looking, upright young noble fell for Roznia and courted her, Adrian had some intention of being generous. Of course, whether he would permit it was a different matter.

But, of all people, Ruwellin Rashiane. Even if the sky split in two, that shouldnundefinedt happen. Rashiane and Hill cannot coexist. That was an old unwritten rule.

Moreover, that damn Robitz... Adrian glared at the pitch-black sky with a fierce expression. Just thinking about the Robitz bastards made his blood boil.

Rashiane, whom Robitz followed like dogs, would never take Hillundefineds side in the matter between Robitz and Hill.

Roznia, foolishly innocent, knew nothing, and he hoped she would continue not to know, but those bastards were the familyundefineds enemies. Adrian intended to crush Robitz with his own hands if his father couldnundefinedt.

undefinedNow, at least three days. No, two.undefined

He would quickly deal with these annoying sea magical beasts and return to the villa. That was Adrianundefineds plan.

He had also set traps near the villa and left his familiar with Roznia, but he was still worried.

Strangely, dangerously risky things often followed Roznia from a young age. So he had hidden and protected her deep in the Magic Tower, so she wouldnundefinedt experience any danger.

He couldnundefinedt let ignorant bastards covet such a Roznia. If they wanted Roznia, they would have to stake their lives. Bastards who wouldnundefinedt even stake their own lives were unnecessary.

Not to mention the Duke of Rashiane, who had much to lose.

undefinedAnyway, itundefineds just a passing feverish feeling.undefined

If anyone tried to use such a thing to manipulate Roznia, whether Ruwellin Rashiane or whoever, they wouldnundefinedt survive intact.

He would chase them to the ends of hell, torture them, and kill them.

* * *

I dreamed of the past.

In the dream, I was four, Adrian was eight. And Mother was with us.

"Roz, look at your brother. Isnundefinedt he pretty? He should have been born a daughter."

When Mother pointed at Adrian, who was cross-dressed, I giggled and burrowed into her arms. Adrianundefineds appearance was so funny I thought I would die laughing.

"......"

Adrianundefineds glare as he looked at me seemed to ask, undefinedLike it? Fun?undefined If I laughed at Adrian enough now, he would surely make me study to death later.

But laughing at Adrian was one of the few joys in my life. Without thinking about the consequences, I laughed heartily at Adrian.

It suits you, Brother!

Adrian was wearing a black dress Mother had carefully chosen, and a matching black bonnet.

The dress and bonnet were adorned with lots of lace, with red ribbons as accents.

The shoes were a black-purple color that matched the dress very well, with straps wrapping around the instep. And on his small feet were black lace socks.

Dressed up prettily, Adrian looked like Snow White from a fairy tale. Though Snow White, vowing revenge with her eyes blazing fiercely, would not be found anywhere in the world.

"Hey, Lian. Take Roznia and go around the tower once in that outfit."

At Motherundefineds words, Adrianundefineds expression hardened even more. His shoulders trembled, but he couldnundefinedt bring himself to rebel or say he didnundefinedt want to.

Looking at Mother with resentful eyes, Adrian looked much more boyish and younger than usual. He seemed a little teary-eyed, too.

Perhaps Mother deliberately tormented Adrian to see such reactions. Honestly, even I would want to occasionally check if my child was human, if I had a son like Adrian.

"...Come here, Roz."

"Ung! Sister!"

I went one step further, calling Adrian undefinedsisterundefined, and ran to him.

Looking at me, Adrianundefineds expression crumpled in disbelief, but he never gets angry at me. I could read affection in his red eyes.

"Hehe."

"What are you laughing at? Donundefinedt laugh."

If Father saw this side of Adrian now, he would roar with laughter.

Just imagining that scene, I couldnundefinedt stop giggling.

It was a happy afternoon in the Magic Tower, when Mother was still there.

* * *

"......"

Waking from the dream, I stared at the ceiling and blinked blankly.

Dreaming of old times, what a thing.

Whether from longing or a sense of loss, my heart pounded irregularly, and I felt empty.

The ceiling was already tinged with dawn. That fact chased away the sleepiness, and the afterimage of the dream faded.

Soon, what surfaced in my mind was admiration.

I woke up at dawn!

Amazed, I slowly sat up. Carefully turning my body to look beside me, Ruwellin was still fast asleep.

I woke up earlier than that man!

I felt a childish sense of victory at that fact. Because whenever I was thoroughly tormented by him, I always slept in, so I had a strange competitive spirit. A desire to wake up before him for once.

Ruwellinundefineds stamina was truly monstrous; he would tire me out completely without showing any fatigue himself.

Yet he would say, "Roz, you really have weak stamina. And this is me holding back."

Oh my god. Does that make any sense? Doing it once, and again, and again, and again, and thatundefineds holding back?

undefinedThe virile man is a terrifying existence.undefined

Being careful not to wake Ruwellin (if he wakes up, he might coax me and devour me again), I slowly got out of bed.

I picked up the robe hanging on the vanity chair, put it on, and approached the window, looking out at the sky brightening with dawn.

The roses in the garden were also asleep, their buds closed. The peaceful, pastoral scenery made my mood feel comfortable as well.

undefinedMaybe Iundefinedll go to the coastal cliff with Ruwellin today.undefined

I naturally thought that, then paused. Thinking so carelessly when Adrian could burst in any day now.

But... we still have about three or four days, so it should be fine, right? Sea magical beasts arenundefinedt that easy to subdue. Even for Adrian.

I felt like I was becoming increasingly complacent, but spending three or four days comfortably seemed okay. I have to contact the Rashiane Duchy someday anyway. Yes, someday.

Just not necessarily today.

undefinedI feel like a mayfly somehow.undefined

Afraid of waking Ruwellin, I went to another roomundefineds bathroom, washed, changed clothes, and then went outside to take a walk in the garden.

Todayundefineds outfit was a blue dress made of flowing material, with short sleeves and a neckline decorated with white lace.

I liked blue, so I had many blue clothes.

On the other hand, Adrian always wore only black clothes. His already gloomy atmosphere was matched by his pitch-black clothes.

Well, I canundefinedt imagine Adrian in white. He might as well go naked.

undefinedIundefinedll walk around the garden once and then prepare breakfast.undefined

I couldnundefinedt leave the cooking duty to Ruwellin every time, so today I would cook. Even though my cooking skills were poor, it wasnundefinedt inedible.

undefinedWhat should I make? Something easy and simple would be best, right?undefined

Lost in thought about the menu, I stopped walking. Suddenly, I felt a presence.

"......?"

Fl inching slightly, I looked in the direction of the presence. Someone was walking out from between the rose vines, approaching me. Their leisurely footsteps didnundefinedt suggest an intruder.

But it wasnundefinedt Ruwellin. This uninvited guest was shorter than him. And their hair color was different. Honey blonde, vivid like freesia petals. Their shoulder-length hair was neatly tied back in one bundle.

"Ah."

Finally stopping in front of me, a rather pretty-faced blonde boy let out a sigh.

"Roznia Hill?"

"......"

Without answering, I watched the boy warily. I had placed magic around the villa just in case, so how did he intrude without a sound?

It couldnundefinedt be possible to shatter magic without any backlash.

"Youundefinedre really alone? Looks like itundefinedll be easy to capture."

"......?"

Wondering what he meant, I frowned. Iundefinedm not someone who is easy to capture, you know?

People always only focus on Adrian, the youngest Magic Tower Lord, so they donundefinedt know much about me. I was always overshadowed by Adrianundefineds brilliance.

Itundefineds not that I particularly mind, but the point is that many people think Iundefinedm weak, perhaps because I live in Adrianundefineds shadow.

So, like now.

"Youundefinedre the weak point of that crazy Magic Tower Lord, arenundefinedt you?"

At the blonde boyundefineds words, I dumbfoundedly asked back.

"Who says?"

The boy tilted his head as if it were obvious, retorting.

"Who says? Isnundefinedt it obvious? The younger sister the Magic Tower Lord is crazy about."

I was so dumbfounded, I involuntarily let out a soft laugh. I corrected the boyundefineds misunderstanding.

"My brother is crazy about me, but Iundefinedm not his weak point."

"Ah, is that so?"

He retorted with a smirk, not believing a word I said. He really seemed to underestimate me.

Should I teach him a lesson? Whoever this boy is, he trespassed on the Hill familyundefineds property, so attacking him would be self-defense.

Even if his blonde hair sparkles, his violet eyes are rare, and his face is pretty! Thatundefineds one thing, and trespassing is trespassing.

undefinedPlus, he insulted me.undefined

Repay as you are insulted – that was the Hill family motto. Of course, in Adrianundefineds case, he always repays tenfold...

Glaring at the boy, I focused my mind to use magic. Using magic is as easy as breathing for a mage of the Magic Tower.

I am a mage of the Magic Tower, and magic is my daily life. So subduing one boy like that should be easy.

Yes, it should be easy, but...

"......?"

The magic didnundefinedt work.

undefinedWhat?undefined

I blinked in confusion, looking at the boy.

The magic I used was to cause temporary blindness. But my mana, which had reached the boy, dissipated instantly.

Thatundefineds impossible.

Wondering how this could happen, I frowned. The boy spoke in a voice tinged with laughter.

"Princess. Magic doesnundefinedt work on me."

"What...?"

"I have that kind of special constitution. Havenundefinedt you heard of it?"

"......?"

undefinedA special constitution immune to magic?undefined

At that moment, a memory flashed through my mind.

Three years ago, shortly after Adrian became the Magic Tower Lord.

We had received a report that there were mages conducting inhumane experiments, so we went to investigate.

What we discovered in a slum in the eastern part of the empire was a narrow, cramped stone cave artificially created by mages, and inside, pitiful test subjects crammed together.

undefinedAnd among those test subjects, there was definitely...undefined

A boy with a special constitution immune to magic. A dangerous ability that nullified any mana that touched him.

undefinedBut, that boy...undefined

When the mages whose hideout was discovered collapsed the cave, he surely must have died...

undefinedIs this boy that child from back then? Or someone else?undefined

The face of that boy from back then was too blurry in my memory to recall exactly. I looked at the blonde boy with a confused expression.

Then I read it. The hatred, anger, and loathing in the boyundefineds eyes.

"I hate you mage bastards. And I hate the Magic Tower Lord, your boss, like crazy."

The relaxed atmosphere around the boy vanished completely, and his violet eyes shone fiercely.

The raw hatred that reached me left me speechless, my mouth merely opening and closing.

"So, Princess, be sure to get captured and come to my front yard. I really want to see you crying and calling for your precious brother."

"Captured, what are you talking about..."

"Well then, Iundefinedll be going now. Iundefinedve confirmed youundefinedre really here, so thatundefineds enough."

I tried to catch the boy, but he vanished in an instant. He must have used a magical tool containing teleportation magic.

undefined...He hates mages, yet he uses items made by mages?undefined Dumbfounded, I glared at the spot where the boy had disappeared.

My heart was very troubled by this sudden incident. Returning the way I came, I kept mulling over the boyundefineds words. Capture? Come to his front yard?

undefinedIf itundefineds not him capturing me, then who...undefined

At that moment, a certain possibility flashed through my mind.

Of all things, it was the possibility I absolutely did not want to think about.

undefined...The person who would capture me.undefined

In this villa right now, the only one who could do that.

But, foolishly afraid to even think his name, my exhaled breath trembled.

Nevertheless, my thoughts steadily pointed to him.

Ruwellin Rashiane.