The Tragedy of The Villainess-Chapter 155

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While sitting in her bedroom reading a book, Seria looked at the clock.

She had just received a message that Lesche was going to be late today and that he told her to go to bed first. However, she didn’t seem to be able to sleep lately.

She heard the sound of a carriage coming from the quiet yard. She pulled on the rope and heard the news that Lesche had just returned.

‘It wasn't as late as I thought.’

As she continued to read her book while waiting for Lesche, she thought it was a little strange. Because even after many more hours than usual, Lesche did not come.

Did he take such a long bath?

“What is it?"

That was when she put the book on the table and walked to the bedroom door.

The door opened quietly and Lesche entered. His hair was half wet at the ends as if he had washed it. If there was anything unusual about him, it was the corners of his eyes that were redder than at any other time. Lesche looked at her slowly, and then he swept her face with both hands.

“Lesche? What's wrong?"

She didn't get an answer back. Lesche hugged her tightly in his arms. He buried his face between her neck and shoulder, and asked slowly.

“Why didn't you sleep?"

“I was going to sleep, but you came…."

Seria could not continue. Because when she looked up, Lesche stared at her with an unknown expression.

"……?"

Soon he lifted her chin and devoured her lips. The problem was that the kiss was too ferocious from the start. One of Lesche’s arms hugged her waist tightly, while the other hand cupped the back of her head. Her chest raised loudly in the close contact.

“Haaa….”

The hand that dug in between her breasts was too obsessive. In no time at all, her breathing became labored. Seria asked, out of breath.

"…Have you been drinking?"

“Do you smell alcohol?"

Seria shook her head. Lesche smelled good after his bath. She only knew because she could taste the weak liquor on the tip of his tongue. On the one hand, it was strange.

“It's my first time seeing you drunk. Is this your drinking habit?”

‘I don't know if it's different than usual.’

“There are a few things I want to do."

“What is it?"

Lesche looked at Seria and smiled.

At that moment, she thought she shouldn't have asked. ‘What is he trying to do?’ Seria tried to change the subject right away.

“Let’s calm down and get some sleep…."

Seria could not finish her words. She also failed to step back. Because Lesche grabbed both her wrists and hugged her tightly again. In no time at all, they came in close contact with each other.

“Lesche….?"

Lesche did not answer, but only smiled kindly. But Seria could see the look in his eyes. His gaze was much more somber than usual, his throat shaking repeatedly like a thirsty predator.

Lesche bent down and licked Seria’s lips. Instantly, her body was lifted up and laid on the bed.

He held her hands together with one of his hands and used the other hand to loosen the belt on his gown.

His gown flowed down the muscle-tight body without resistance. Why did it look so sexy? Lesche lowered his head and began to kiss Seria as if he was devouring her. At the same time, he lifted her legs.

This wasn't much different than usual.

Less than a minute after she thought that, her eyes grew bigger.

"Wait a minute….ahhhhhhhh!”

Seria breathed out. The weight of Lesche was loaded as it was and filled her up in the blink of an eye. Her whole body tensed and became acutely aware. Ever since the first night, she had been the one to panic….

“Seria…..”

Lesche’s red eyes took on an even stranger glow today.

"I've been going crazy ever since the first time, but I still feel the same.”

Seria’s cheeks heated up at Lesche’s groaning murmur. She realized for sure. Lesche was really drunk. Whether it was because his cloudy eyes were drunk or for some other reason… The strength in Lesche’s hands, holding her arms, was full of force.

“Haaaa…..”

Seria’s thighs trembled as Lesche began to thrust.

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Seria miscalculated in thinking that Lesche would soon fall asleep because he was drunk.

Perhaps this man had taken a shot of an energy drink instead of alcohol at the Imperial Palace? She suspected that this was the case.

“Lesche…”

Her throat was so sore and she couldn't even speak properly. How many hours had passed? She didn't even have the energy to check her watch. Because she fell asleep like passing out three or four times, and then her equity kept waking her up with a feeling and her toes would curl at the strength.

This time too it was the same. Still, Lesche attached his body to hers to the fullest. She didn't have the strength to push him out anymore. She let Lesche touch her hands and lips.

‘I can't wear a dress that exposes my neck for another week starting tomorrow….’

Of course, the same was true for Lesche. He too would only be able to wear a suit that had to be buttoned up neatly to the very bottom of his chin for a week.

Then she suddenly realized that Lesche’s eyes were staring at her face. Seria blinked her eyes.

Their gazes were silently intertwined. Gradually she fell asleep again when the gap between closing and opening eyes became quite long.

“Seria.”

A low voice penetrated her ears. Lesche’s hand slowly touched her cheek.

“Do I look shameless to you?"

Did he suddenly read her mind?

Seria answered by nodding lightly, her neck aching from hours of torment.

Lesche started to laugh faintly.

"I told someone I am not shameless, but I guess I was wrong.”

This man’s conscience…..

Normally she would have tried to go straight back to sleep, but she was too stunned by his shameless words. Her throat was sore, but Seria managed to speak up.

“You’re really shameless.”

“I know.”

“You have no conscience."

“That’s what I usually think."

Seria was abashed by the reply he responded without hesitation. On the other hand, she thought he was cute.

‘I don't know where he looks cute….’

Perhaps it was because it was the first time in her life she had witnessed him drunk. She decided to be honest.

"But I've never hated it."

"……."

Lesche’s lips, which were drawing lines, were closed in a straight line. It was the moment Seria was about to ask if she had misspoken.

Without warning, Lesche locked her tightly in his arms. She could feel the lively sound of his heartbeat through the bare skin that was in close contact. Lesche buried his lips on Seria’s forehead and slowly opened his mouth.

“I don't want you to be afraid.”

‘Afraid? What is he talking about?’

“…What?"

“Anything.”

Lesche, who answered simply, stared at Seria and added.

“I don't want you to feel nervous.”

She felt that the words he just said were somehow borrowed from the momentum of alcohol. But her heart throbbed strangely.

“I hope I’m the only exception to your anxiety.”

“…….”

These unknown words of Lesche felt like a puzzle. The words were deliberately cut out because he did not want to show the finished picture. But there was room to put the last and final pieces together….

Perhaps it was because his voice sounded gentler than usual. Seria’s heart fluttered aimlessly.

In the meantime, Lesche’s manhood, which was in contact with her body, did not subside, so she instinctively began to get nervous.

“Seria.”

"……."

“Seria?"

Seria deliberately did not answer. Of course, Lesche knew she was pretending to be asleep, but ….

"…I really don't want to put you to sleep."

"……."

“Can I wake you up?"

She was certain what he meant was ‘listen to me’, but she pretended not to hear it.

“Or can I stay tucked in?”

Seria flinched. Lesche let out a moan. Unlike his desire, his hand lightly patted her back. His other arm remained covering her waist. Seria exhaled deeply.

The very person who knew her fear and terror best was Lesche. She had cried helplessly, trembled, and had nightmares in front of him. He was also the one who was willing to carry her pain without a care in the world.

Don't be afraid, don't be anxious.

When he said that he wanted to be the exception to her anxiety, it wet her chest. She fell asleep carefully holding Lesche’s hand.

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A few days later.

After Seria sneaked into the prayer room every hour today, she cheered.

"Tuban! You ate it all!"

The mermaid spring had finally disappeared. She quickly took every last piece of jewelry that adorned the Stern insignia. A smile blossomed fully on her face. She feared it would take more time, but surprisingly, Tuban ate the mermaid spring quickly.

It was interesting.

At first, she thought it was a waste to give the expensive mermaid spring to Tuban, but the past few days, she prayed for him to eat it quickly. Because she was anxious when he ate it so slowly…

She even thought Tuban was training her how to be patient…

A change had occurred in the Stern insignia. The picture with the mermaid spring had disappeared, and the number two had also changed to "one.”

“I'm really curious to see what you tell me to bring this time that will make my spine bend again."

The reason why she could laugh generously even if she said this was because she had been concerned about Tuban’s safety since that day.

When she fed him the Blue Diamond, her sacred power exploded, so the mermaid spring strengthened the power of Tuban.

‘It'd be nice to lose that gag.’ (*the gag in Tuban’s mouth)

Seria went back to her bedroom and wrote a letter for Lesche, just as she had done last time. Lesche was attending a meeting in the conference room next to his office, but it was hard to tell what time he would come down to the bedroom.

"Again, please wake up early this time." (*Seria is going to see Tuban when she sleeps)

Seria clasped her hands together in prayer and lay down on her bed. On the one hand, she didn't forget to pack some weapons just in case.

Then, in full force, she pressed the red jewel in the circlet.

In no time at all, her vision flashed and she entered the familiar space of Tuban’s world. She looked around and was shocked.

"No, what is this?"

Tuban’s world was basically like a dark night sky. It was empty and clean.

But now it was covered in blood. Moreover, what was clearly Tuban’s hair was badly scattered on the floor. This was the amount of hair that Tuban would have. Fear began to strike.

“Tuban? Tuban? Tuban!”

She repeatedly called out to Tuban, but nothing but her own voice came back empty, bumping into nothing but empty air.