Beguiling the Enemy’s Patriarch - Chapter 162

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Chapter 162
My eyes were dazzled by the diamond that gleamed crimson as it reflected the sunset’s glow, and the radiance of the deep violet gems densely set around it.
“Truth be told, I intended to bring it when I came to fetch you… but it wasn’t finished in time.”
Auredhian continued speaking, but his words barely registered. Was this really happening? Could I still be dreaming?
“I didn’t want to rush it, but I never expected it would take this long.”
“Mm…”
“Yerenika, are you listening?”
I felt tears streaming down my cheeks. A hand reached up to wipe them away.
“Crying wasn’t part of my plan.”
His voice carried a hint of bewilderment now. I hastily wiped away the remaining tears and lifted my head.
“Kiss me.”
But as always, action spoke louder than words. I wrapped my arms around his neck and rose onto my toes. Our lips met directly. The arm that had been cradling my shoulders slid down to my waist, drawing my body fully into his embrace. Yet his lips remained gentle and cautious, a slow and shallow touch that left me wanting more. Finally, I bit his lower lip lightly.
“Ah.”
“Really…”
I pulled my lips away and narrowed my eyes slightly.
“You said you love me.”
“Yes.”
His voice had grown slightly husky. His crimson eyes, half-lidded, remained fixed on my lips. It was oddly satisfying. I caressed his cheek with my hand, the ring glinting, and whispered softly.
“Kiss me as much as you love me.”
Deeper. The unspoken final words didn’t need to be uttered aloud. A far rougher, more urgent, and hungry kiss deepened between us.
I smiled and closed my eyes. It was time for love to bloom.
* * *
It took only minutes before we found ourselves in the bedroom. As the sweet and soft sensations mingled dizzily between our lips and mouths, soft pillows and sheets pressed against my back.
His hands moved without hesitation to undo the buttons of my dress. The sensation that had occupied my lips and mouth slid downward. Starting from my chin, passing over my racing pulse, and lower still. To the hollow of my collarbone. And further down.
“Ah, wait…!”
Even such a light touch sent shivers across my skin. I watched as his other hand began to drift lower.
“You mustn’t overexert yourself.”
I nearly missed his words, distracted by his lips and the gentle caress of his hands on my body.
“The Old Physician was very emphatic about complete rest.”
His voice was tinged with frustration. I blinked then, noticing that his crimson eyes were darker than usual. Auredhian barely suppressed a sigh as he murmured.
“Right. I’ve waited a month—I can manage a few more weeks.”
The last words seemed directed at himself. Only then did I notice that unlike me, he remained perfectly composed and neat—not a single button undone.
Yet contrary to that impeccable appearance, what I felt pressing against me from below was more than enough to suggest just how much he desired me.
‘This man is really…’
I reached out and undid his cravat, that symbol of his dwindling patience. Then I wrapped my arms around his neck.
“…!”
While he was caught off guard, I shifted my weight and flipped us over. My vision inverted entirely.
“Yeni?”
I looked down at Auredhian’s surprised face and narrowed my eyes with a smile.
“Love me.”
A button at the base of his neck came undone with a soft click. His taut throat was exposed.
“As much as you love me.”
Click. Another button below gave way. His collarbone and firm chest came into view between the parted fabric. Auredhian reached for my wrist as if to protest.
“Absolutely not—”
“Then I’m calling off this marriage.”
Click. I unfastened the third button and raised my left hand. The violet gem on the ring adorning my fourth finger swayed dangerously. The eyes of the man beneath me followed its movement. I smiled like a victor and spoke one final time.
“Choose. Either love me, or—oh!”
Auredhian pulled me into a deep kiss while simultaneously rising to meet me. Strong arms wrapped around my waist as it instinctively straightened. With his other hand, he flicked the remaining buttons of his shirt open one by one, murmuring against my lips.
“No taking it back.”
“You should have done this from the start… ah!”
The rest of my words dissolved between our lips. A sensation far beyond the shallow, teasing touches we’d shared before consumed me entirely. This time, I surrendered completely to the love he offered.
* * *
The sun was setting. The oppressive heat that had filled the bedroom alongside the crimson twilight began to fade.
“I told you—provoking me won’t end well. You never listen.”
“I enjoyed it.”
“Enjoyed it? And yet you ended up crying again.”
His voice trailed off momentarily, replaced by the soft sound of his lips brushing against my eyes, the tip of my nose, my lips.
“Don’t tease me. If you keep doing that, I’ll whine that it hurts.”
“Did it hurt?”
“…Don’t make that expression. I was just speaking hypothetically. You’re definitely teasing me!”
I pulled one arm free from the blanket wrapped around me and struck his shoulder beneath me. Tap, tap.
“It hurts, Yeni.”
Of course, my feeble resistance was quickly subdued.
“You don’t even blink, yet you lie so easily…”
I pouted defiantly but obediently nestled into his embrace as he pulled me closer.
“Now that I think about it… something’s been strange. Everyone keeps asking me if you said something whenever they see me. They look at me with these expectant eyes for some reason.”
“Is that so? They’re oddly interested.”
“So I was actually planning to ask if you had anything to tell me.”
“I suppose it’s fortunate you didn’t notice…”
“Is it?”
Our conversation drifted into the gentle cadence of everyday intimacy. I rested my arm across his chest and looked down at him. The face I had almost always looked up at was now directly beneath mine.
Silver strands glimmered and cascaded through the spaces between my fingers. Mesmerized by that luminous color, a thought I’d harbored before slowly escaped my lips.
“I’ve thought this before, but I must be the only one who can look down at you like this, aren’t I?”
“You are the only one.”
“The only one who can bring the master of Belgot to his knees?”
“Without question.”
“The only one to receive a proposal from the Emperor of Belgot?”
Auredhian let out a soft laugh.
“In this generation, you are the only one.”
“You’re certain of that?”
“Of course….”
Our lips lingered together a moment longer. The hand that had been caressing somewhere between my cheek and neck traced downward across my shoulder, drawing my waist—wrapped in the thin sheet—closer.
“Why do you keep asking what’s already certain?”
“Just. I keep wanting to confirm it.”
I gazed contentedly into those crimson-violet eyes that fixed solely upon me. My fingers traced from his silver hair, across the sharp line of his brow bone, down the bridge of his high nose, and finally across his lips.
“Mine.”
My person. My man. Mine.
“I am yours. Entirely.”
Our lips met again, accompanied by his hushed, tender voice.
“Then I should be able to command you as well.”
“Do as you wish. That’s acceptable.”
“Then I’d like to walk the path of the Priesthood for a while….”
“I take that back. That won’t do. It’s dangerous.”
“It’s not dangerous at all!”
Several rounds of bickering ensued.
“This is an order. You just said I could command you however I wished—what’s this sudden change of stance?”
“Yeni, please.”
“This is an order.”
“….”
“I understand… yes.”
My spirited voice was soon swallowed by the stimulation that began to overwhelm me once more. And only after considerable time had passed did I finally extract the answer I desired.
“Stop…. I understand.”
Auredhian finally surrendered, his voice slightly hoarse.
“I understand, so…. I’ll consider it.”
“Really?”
“Only consider.”
When this man speaks to such an extent, it’s as good as permission. I looked down at him and smiled broadly.
“I love you so very much.”
“….”
“You know that, don’t you?”
Instead of a reply came a kiss—dangerously slow and tantalizing. That vertiginous sensation I’d always found almost overwhelming. The difference now was that I too could return such sensation to him.
Similar yet subtly different sanctities mingled dizzily, soon staining us both in the same essence, filling me, him, and this entire bedroom.
“I’ll never forget this day. Not in all my life.”
The day we promised to spend all our remaining years together. This night when we confirmed that promise countless times. This moment brimming with overwhelming happiness. I was certain I would never forget it.
Beyond the open window, silence still reigned. In the empty corridors where all servants had been dismissed, in the Emperor’s office, and in this bedroom. Not only throughout the Imperial Palace but across the entire Imperial Capital of Barishard.
The languid warmth of late summer’s night air settled softly. A day more perfect, peaceful, and sweet than could be imagined was drawing to its close.
【Seduce the Villain’s Father】 Complete

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