Queen of Revenge - Chapter 51

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Chapter 51
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I paced restlessly through the bedroom, unable to settle.
Whatever Bara had dissolved in the bathwater, its fragrant herbal scent clung to my entire body. My long blonde hair, freshly brushed, swayed as it brushed against my transparent cheeks.
Even the nightgown I wore was different from my usual attire.
The fabric was thinner, with delicate lace adorning the sleeves and chest. These were items from the pile of luxuries the Canzail Couple had sent from the Capital in three carriages.
The moment the wedding ceremony ended, the women attending me descended upon me and dressed me in this manner.
Not long after, Kairon Winterbark knocked on the door.
Before I could grant permission, the door swung open.
I squeezed my eyes shut and spoke the words I had prepared.
“My lord, I apologize for kissing you earlier without permission. There were many people watching, and it seemed more natural that way, but if it displeased you, I’m sor—.”
Kairon Winterbark didn’t listen to my words. The man pressed his face close to mine and inhaled sharply.
The subtle floral scent clinging to me filled the air between us. Thin fabric, delicate as dragonfly wings, peeked out from between the rolled blanket.
Kairon Winterbark buried his face in my neck. The sensation of his lips against the area below my ear tickled.
When I flinched, his lips’ movements became blatantly deliberate. His moist tongue traced the hollow of my collarbone.
“Ah…!”
This time, my reaction was more intense. The reflexive sound that escaped only excited the man further.
From my neck to my earlobe, I felt the sensation of being bitten and licked vividly. When I startled and shrank back, his fingertips gently soothed the back of my head in a caressing motion.
Each time the tip of his tongue brushed against my sensitive skin, something deep within my belly trembled. I struggled to endure the sensation somewhere between ticklishness and ache.
My hands, which had been wandering in empty air, gripped the fabric of Kairon Winterbark’s clothing.
He stimulated the area where his scent lingered most intensely, then traced down my collarbone and bit at my clavicle. A tingling sensation rippled down my back.
“Mmm….”
Though Kairon Winterbark barely pressed any weight against me, it felt as though I were being pinned beneath a mountain of a man.
Hot and heavy.
And immense.
A premonition struck me that I might actually go through with it.
I tried to stumble backward, but Kairon Winterbark swiftly wrapped his arm around my waist.
The blanket slipped halfway down. As one shoulder became exposed beneath the translucent lace, I trembled.
His eyes, holding the soft amber glow of the lamplight, were unusually sensual. A chill ran down my spine.
I both wanted and didn’t want to know what image of me existed in his imagination.
After swallowing hard several times, I whispered.
“…It hurts.”
A vivid red mark appeared on the area around his collarbone where he had been sucking.
Kairon Winterbark, staring intently at that mark resembling a scar, lifted his eyes.
“Do you dislike it?”
In those black pupils rimmed with crimson, an undisguised yearning burned hotly.
My lips had gone dry.
If he asked whether I disliked it, the answer was no.
It wasn’t the comfortable and stable feeling I had when Lucian kissed me, and it certainly wasn’t the horror I felt with Benedix, but it was something else entirely.
If I had to describe it, I was somewhat afraid.
Since the wedding, Kairon had been colder than usual. He seemed excited yet furious at the same time. If he were merely upset as a colleague, I could simply ask the reason and resolve it—but this was different.
“It’s just… well. The Military Physician was very insistent that I shouldn’t overexert myself yet…”
Even such a clumsy excuse was sufficient.
Kairon’s jaw clenched as he realized I wasn’t ready. His face darkened with disappointment, and my throat tightened.
I averted my gaze from his eyes, then quickly lifted it again.
From below, pressed so close against him, I had glimpsed something I shouldn’t have seen. All my prepared excuses scattered from my mind.
…Surely I was mistaken?
Something undeniable was pressing against the area around my navel.
My face flushed crimson.
“Um…”
“…”
“Well, that is… uh…”
“Don’t move. Don’t provoke me further.”
Kairon dropped his forehead against my neck.
Remaining perfectly still while pressed so intimately together was nearly impossible.
The hot breath he exhaled against my neck made my entire body flush with warmth.
My heart raced far too quickly. The wound itself began to throb.
As I fidgeted helplessly with my fingers, Kairon, who had kept his eyes closed for some time, spoke softly.
“I don’t know what sort of men you’ve been with before, Iolet.”
“What do you…”
“Suddenly provoking me like you did just now isn’t a wise choice. They may be dignified nobles or knights, but I was not born as such.”
“…”
“You don’t feed scraps to small, cute pets and then to scoundrels like me who are always watching for an opening. Must you really test this?”
Ah.
I exhaled softly.
The reason he specifically mentioned ‘nobles or knights’ was painfully obvious.
‘He saw. He saw Benedix come yesterday.’
Only then did I understand why Kairon had been acting so unlike himself.
The expression he’d worn when I kissed him—ears flushing red while simultaneously looking exasperated—suddenly made perfect sense.
“I’m… sorry. I’ll be more careful from now on. Unless absolutely necessary, I’ll refrain from contact as much as possible.”
Kairon dismissed my apology with a scoff. Then he simply pointed out irritably.
“Stop flinching and stay still. Let it subside.”
That was hardly going to happen as intended. As I squirmed restlessly in his embrace, Kairon finally released me.
“You’re not helping. Wait here.”
With only those words, Kairon turned and left the chamber. Only then could I breathe.
My cheeks, reflected in the mirror, were blazing red. I hastily pressed my palms against them.
“…This is difficult.”
Just as Lucian differed from Benedix, Kairon differed from Lucian. He was even different from Benedix. He was incomparable to anyone.
It was clearly my mistake.
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Kairon Winterbark returned to the Bedroom without delay.
He stood rigidly at the threshold as though merely entering the chamber demanded tremendous effort, his brow furrowed in evident displeasure.
“….”
“….”
I rose from my chair in an awkward half-stance, uncertain whether to sit or stand.
“Um… Did everything work out?”
“If you ask me like that, even resolved matters will become problems again. Let’s not say anything.”
It was wise counsel.
I closed my mouth, and Kairon Winterbark washed his face roughly with dry hands.
“Little one, come here.”
Bara, who had been peering down the Corridor, scurried over at Kairon Winterbark’s call.
At first she had been too frightened to even meet his eyes, but at some point she had begun to follow him readily.
“Go sit beside your master. Keep watch carefully.”
[Yes] [!]
Bara leaped onto the Windowsill with a bound. Then, crouching like a cat, she extended her antennae toward the window outside.
‘But that’s not the direction we should be watching….’

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