Resetting Lady - Chapter 79
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Karen couldn’t understand the source of the discomfort she was feeling, which made her anxious.
Why did she find Prince Guiz’s advances so unpleasant? As if it were some misfortune she had never experienced before.
Prince Guiz looked very satisfied seeing Karen wearing the clothes he had given her exactly as they were. A pleased growling sound flowed from between his lips.
“It suits you perfectly.”
“I am grateful for the items you have bestowed upon me.”
Why didn’t he just send the necklace instead? Not these damn clothes. Karen had to make an effort not to sneer.
The clothes weren’t just unfashionable in appearance, but their function was also terrible. This design that might have been popular 20 years ago pressed down not only her waist but also her chest flat, and Karen was certain her face must have turned pale. The man before her probably had no interest in such trivial matters.
“Catherine looked good in such clothes too. The dress she wore at her debut was similar to that… All the women who debuted that year received no attention because of Catherine. Everyone only looked at her.”
“…”
“She had the slimmest waist too. Her skin was the most beautiful. Every single movement she made was wondrous.”
Because at that time they wanted extremely thin figures that pressed down even the chest. The cosmetics would have made her even paler because they contained mercury, which is now banned. My condolences to her who must have suffered in an era more painful than my own.
“So I gave her many clothes as gifts… They all suited her. Though she left them all behind when she got married. Since they were gifts, it would have been fine to take them with her. You won’t do the same, will you? I was really hurt.”
“…I will gratefully accept them.”
“Good, I’ll send you several more.”
Karen felt her eyelashes trembling. Prince Guiz seemed to enjoy controlling things, as befitted a person in power. She had suspected as much when he forced her to dine with him, but knowing it didn’t provide any comfort. Karen hated being controlled like this.
“Women these days don’t wear such clothes much, which is regrettable. They all try to vulgarly expose their chests. When I ascend to the throne later, I’ll ban it all.”
“Is that so.”
“Yes. What is your opinion?”
“I am still young and don’t know much about clothes.”
He doesn’t know how liberating it would be if only the chest weren’t compressed. He doesn’t need to know either. But what could her opinion matter? She couldn’t even say how strange those clothes looked. Saying she didn’t know much was the best answer.
“An exemplary response.”
“…”
“…And cautious too.”
Karen just sat demurely across from him in the chair. She hoped he wouldn’t tell her to lift her head. It would be bothersome.
“Why do you think I called you here?”
“…”
To warm your bed as a substitute for Catherine, isn’t it? But she wasn’t crazy enough to say that outright, so Karen just endured it.
“You’re trembling.”
“…”
She couldn’t control her trembling body. Karen tried to restrain her twitching eyes, but it was difficult to bear. It wasn’t something that could be controlled by will.
‘Why am I trembling?’
Karen was curious about that. Why was she trembling? Was she afraid of dying? Or was it because sleeping with Prince Guiz would be a betrayal of Raymond? A betrayal of love? Why did she feel this revulsion?
Why did she dislike this man?
Could this emotion possibly be love for Raymond?
“…Shh.”
Prince Guiz stroked Karen’s hair. Karen was curious about it. This subtle discomfort she was feeling, this disgust. This revolting sensation that she hadn’t felt even when she indulged wildly among countless people while intoxicated with drugs, or when she was forcibly violated by filthy men in back alleys.
‘Why do I feel so dirty?’
Was it because Prince Guiz was old? But as one went higher up the nobility, encounters with large age differences were common. When it came to royalty, age was no longer an issue. Karen had met older men. But it hadn’t been this disgusting.
Was it because it was forced? But even when she was beaten and violated, it hadn’t been this bad. She had met men tediously. She could say she had tried every type.
“Ugh.”
Karen realized the reason only when Prince Guiz’s tongue parted her lips.
“Y-Your Highness.”
It wasn’t because she was scared. It wasn’t because he was old. Much less was it because of love for Raymond.
“N-no, you can’t.”
It was because he was a person.
The only person in this world who was the same as her. Not ink, not a book, not meaningless words, but the only real person who had lived the same repetitive life as herself.
Lady Catherine, her mother.
“If you remember my mother, please don’t do this.”
She was more squeamish than she thought.
Karen didn’t want to eat what Catherine had left unfinished.
“Ah, you’re alike in this way too.”
Karen pushed against Prince Guiz’s chest with her hands, but it didn’t seem to be very effective defense.
‘In this way too.’
Karen was annoyed by Prince Guiz’s words.
“Did you… do this with my mother too?”
“Are you curious?”
Out of respect for her mother, it seemed she shouldn’t hear this. There was no need to hear the answer. Karen didn’t want to hear how far he and Catherine had gone in their relationship. That was courtesy toward the only person. Courtesy toward a real person. Even though she was no longer in this world.
Guiz was filthier than a homeless person on the street in that he had been involved with Catherine. How could she use something that someone else, not just anyone but her mother, had used and discarded? Karen resembled Catherine closely but did not resemble her father.
But he was stronger than Karen. What should she do in this situation?
“Please don’t.”
“…”
But his smile only grew deeper. Karen’s feeble resistance was merely an action that aroused his excitement instead. Even if she said ‘Please stop’ here, he looked like he would only enjoy it more.
That’s right, isn’t it? Karen looked down at the crown of the man who interpreted ‘no’ as ‘I quite like forceful relationships, so please don’t mind me.’ Prince Guiz bared his teeth against Karen’s neck. It would probably smell like saliva.
“Mm…”
Karen frowned while looking at Prince Guiz’s crown.
‘Good heavens. He’s even going bald.’
Karen thought of her father’s abundant hair. They say that when a man reaches what could be called middle age, only hair volume becomes a point of competition. Catherine might have rejected Prince Guiz anticipating his baldness. Karen tried to hold back her laughter.
“…Hng.”
She bit her lips. Karen was familiar with this kind of situation too. Should she resist here? They say virtuous ladies risk their lives for their chastity, but such sermons were like lullabies to Karen. Realistically, if he was going to stop just because she told him not to, he wouldn’t have started in the first place.
The prince’s other hand went behind Karen’s neck and untied the fastened strings. Her back was exposed. When Prince Guiz touched the wounds on her back, sharp pain began to torment Karen again.
Would this be good for earning sympathy? Raymond had pitied Karen. What about Prince Guiz? Would he show pity?
“Your Highness, ah, ah, it hurts…”
“…I can guess who did this.”
“Your Highness.”
“Verdick came to see me.”
“…Hngh.”
“Asking me to punish his bad daughter and son-in-law.”
Did he ask you to punish them with your lower body? Karen had that thought for a moment. So Verdick had done that after all. Verdick, who judged that Karen and Raymond were no longer of value, had decided to finish them both off. And Karen was not bad compensation for Prince Guiz.
‘Raymond’s judgment was correct.’
Remove Raymond and hand over Karen. By handing her over to Prince Guiz, he also gains a connection with royalty. Karen looked down at the man’s head digging into her chest. She could feel weight between her thighs. She’d be penetrated soon.
“Why do you think Lord Raymond went out on another mission when he was about to retire?”
She wished he wouldn’t present facts everyone knew as if he were revealing shocking truths. Listening to his showing off was also tiresome. But regardless of her feelings, Karen widened her eyes, made a shocked face, and shed tears.
“How could… such…”
“Shh… it’s okay. I’ll take care of you.”
Would Raymond not return? But even if he doesn’t come back, you don’t seem like the right choice. Karen imagined smashing Prince Guiz’s head. A gun would probably work best.
But she couldn’t stop this man from embracing her now. The body search had already been completed when she entered. Then if she quietly let him embrace her a few times, an opportunity would come around. Karen offered weak resistance to the prince whose breathing was gradually becoming rougher while calculating when would be appropriate for his funeral.
“Your Highness, please don’t do this. My mother…”
“Be quiet.”
He roughly tore off her clothes as if displeased. Her snow-white chest was exposed. Her chest rose and fell with her breathing. Someone said that clothes are put on to be taken off. Karen pulled back her body and looked at the torn fabric. What was she supposed to wear when leaving after this was over?
“I love Lord Raymond.”
“It would be best to forget him.”
Still, she hadn’t liked those clothes anyway, so it wasn’t regrettable that they were torn. Karen forced herself to shed tears that wouldn’t come while pushing Prince Guiz away. Tears should come, but she felt like vomiting first. Karen had to hold back her nausea.
“Please… don’t…”
The prince’s eyes seemed wet with regret. But his mouth wore a smile, and his lower body showed lust. Karen felt sick thinking about his thing. That had even aged. Leftover food rots and gives off a foul smell. A rod she didn’t want to inherit. A shabby rod speaks.
What should Karen do if Raymond died?
‘Just die, I suppose.’
Karen smiled while looking at the prince’s somewhat sparse crown.
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