Chapter 63

When I barely managed to open my heavy eyelids in the morning, Riorém was there beside me.

Somehow, he seemed a bit subdued.

I silently stared at the man kneeling by the bed.

The man in front of me now was so different from the one who had relentlessly desired me, even up to the moment I lost consciousness.

Is he really the same man who pushed me so hard I couldn’t even ask him to go slow? Even seeing him now, I’m not sure.

Why does it feel like this is only getting worse?

I really don’t know. Isn’t it normal for things to stabilize once feelings are shared? At the very least, it shouldn’t make me feel even more anxious.

Still, I suppose it’s progress of some kind.

Unlike before, Riorém no longer runs away after forcefully pinning me down.

Instead, he now sits there… looking pitiful in a place that isn’t even a chair.

After watching Riorém for a while, I opened my dry lips.

“Are you like this because you think you did something wrong to me? You look a bit dejected.”

“…Yes.”
Riorém answered obediently.

“What did you do wrong?”

“I’m not blaming you. I’m just genuinely curious about your thought process.”

There was no reply for a while.

I propped my chin on my knee and asked again.

“You’ve seen how I punish people, haven’t you? What did I do to a servant who didn’t even know what they did wrong?”

“…You whipped them until they explained their reasoning.”

“You remember it well, but you’re not saying anything?”

Still no answer.

Eventually, I changed the question.

“What kind of punishment do you think I should give you?”

“…Please punish me in a way that includes the sin of not expressing my thoughts.”

Only then did I think I understood Riorém’s reasoning.

He didn’t want to say what he had done wrong—so he was asking me to punish even his silence.

Come to think of it… I should write that letter.

Remembering the statement the crown prince had requested, I sat up. It was about time to send it.

I met Riorém’s eyes as I sat up in bed.

My reflection filled his deep blue gaze.

To the man quietly waiting for his punishment, I gave a simple instruction.

“Bring me a pen, stationery, ink… and a long ribbon.”

Riorém immediately fetched the items I requested.

I sat at the desk and recalled the phrases the crown prince had asked for.

A cliché story about how Riorém and I had shared sincere feelings for a long time, but could not be together due to our difference in status.

That I had left the principality entirely by my own choice, and even if someone tried to bring me back, I had no will to return.

A blatant declaration of asylum.

And some empty words about how I was satisfied with life in the Kingdom of Arete and had no intention of succeeding the principality or becoming a queen.

It sounded pathetic, but when you thought about it, all of it was necessary.

I wrote it all down on luxurious stationery.

Of course, I described the love story between Riorém and me in the greatest detail, while the rest was just window dressing.

I did that so I would come off as a woman who gave up her country for her first love…

I didn’t want to go so far as to sweet-talk them about how great the Kingdom of Arete was.

Still, with my elegant handwriting, the statement looked sincere enough.

Though honestly, I doubted either the kingdom that would publish it or the empire that would read it would treat it as important.

They’d just interpret it however they wanted anyway.

While I was lost in those thoughts, Riorém suddenly flinched.

As if the prick of the sharp pen nib on his palm was stimulation enough for him, his breath came rough and heavy.

Finally, the nib touched the last stroke.

Antoinetta.

I took the pen from Riorém’s hand.

Only then did he take a deep breath. His hands, pale the whole time I was writing, finally regained some color.

I put on a deliberately stern expression.

“You couldn’t even endure a few more letters?”

“And you couldn’t even look me in the face.”

At my words, Riorém clenched his teeth.

The muscles along his prominent jawline twitched.

Soon his gaze fell on my face.

As expected, as soon as he saw my face covered in his semen, his trousers became tight again.

Through the gap that had opened to its limit, I could see a glimpse of his dark red glans.

I looked down at it and smiled a little mischievously.

‘Oh no, your trousers are going to burst.’

‘Please.’

As soon as he saw my expression, Riolem spat out in a hoarse voice.

‘Please leave me alone.’

It seemed he had already figured out what I was going to do under the pretext of clothes.

Strangely enough, that made me quite happy.

The fact that Riolem knew me well enough to read my mind

gave me a sweet pleasure.

I smiled broadly at Riolem.

‘But you asked for punishment for your silence, didn’t you?’

‘Then it’s better to receive a heavier punishment.’

Riolem bit her lip.

I slowly undid the buttons of Riolem’s trousers.

My fingers kept slipping because they were already wet with sticky, thick semen

, my fingers kept slipping.

Perhaps due to shame or the sense of crisis from losing the barrier that would block the semen, the penis pressed beneath the fabric

grew increasingly erect.

When I finally pulled down the trousers and underwear together, a semen-soaked shaft sprang out with a thud..

The bare skin, soaked in sweat and semen, gave off an animalistic odour. Is this what they call the scent of a male?

I thought to myself as I pulled Riolem’s shaft completely out of his trousers.

Even then, the shaft in my hand twitched incessantly.

The thin, sticky fluid dripping from the slit at the tip of the glans

, dripping down in a disgusting manner.

Perhaps it was a reflex, but my lower body began to itch.

The semen flowing down gathered on my

lower abdomen, creating a feeling of heat.

However, with such a compliant Riolem in front of me, it seemed a waste to enjoy only penetration.

I wiped my hands, soiled with various bodily fluids, on Riolem’s thigh.

Through the damp fabric, I could feel the sharp muscles tensing, but I pretended not to notice and picked up the pen again.

All that remained was my signature.

I picked up the glass pen I had placed on the floor.

As I dipped it in the ink, I wondered how I should write the last letter.

Even during that brief pause, the delicate ribbon tied around Riolem’s wrist was stretched taut.

Judging by the tension, even if I had tied a rope,

it would have broken immediately.

No, even if a chain had been attached, it would have broken immediately.

Riorem, who couldn’t even break the soft ribbon because of the order to stay still, was adorable.

So, I decided to write my name in thick letters that would remain in a bound book.

What my country, which had been destroyed by Riorem’s hand, had left behind.

Every time the letters were slowly engraved,

the man’s body trembled.

At this point, I thought I could ask.

‘Why do you get excited every time I pick up a pen?’

‘It was the same when you wrote your first letter. You were completely absorbed in it and got a hard-on.’

At my words, Riolem finally parted his lips.

“Why do you keep saying things like that?

‘What do you mean? Oh, a hard-on?’

From the stiff, dark red pillar of flesh, semen trickled out again.

He was an utterly honest man.

‘Of course I’m saying it for you to hear. Every time I say something vulgar, you don’t know what to do.’

‘Please.’

‘But first, answer my question. I asked you first.’

Slowly, thick letters carved into stone appeared one by one on Riolem’s thick palm.

He took a breath.

The abs exposed through the open front of his trousers flattened for a moment.

‘While you were writing the letter, you didn’t notice your surroundings at all.’

A smooth voice continued, as if recalling an old memory.

“While moving the pen, you were always focused solely on the act of writing.

You didn’t notice the sounds from outside

or the fact that I was peeking.”

Riolem looked down at the pen moving across his palm.

The straight lines and curves created as the ink cut through his skin instead of the paper.

The bending and sliding movements of my hand with each stroke of the pen.

Soon his gaze fell on my face.

As expected, as soon as he saw my face covered in his semen, his trousers became tight again.

Through the gap that had opened to its limit, I could see a glimpse of his dark red glans.

I looked down at it and smiled a little mischievously.

‘Oh no, your trousers are going to burst.’

‘Please.’

As soon as he saw my expression, Riolem spat out in a hoarse voice.

‘Please leave me alone.’

It seemed he had already figured out what I was going to do under the pretext of clothes.

Strangely enough, that made me quite happy. The fact that Riolem knew me well enough to read my mind

gave me a sweet pleasure.

I smiled broadly at Riolem.

‘But you asked for punishment for your silence, didn’t you?’

‘Then it’s better to receive a heavier punishment.’

Riolem bit her lip.

I slowly undid the buttons of Riolem’s trousers. My fingers kept slipping because they were already wet with sticky, thick semen

, my fingers kept slipping.

Perhaps due to shame or the sense of crisis from losing the barrier that would block the semen, the penis pressed beneath the fabric

grew increasingly erect.

When I finally pulled down the trousers and underwear together, a semen-soaked shaft sprang out with a thud.

.

The bare skin, soaked in sweat and semen, gave off an animalistic odour. Is this what they call the scent of a male?

I thought to myself as I pulled Riolem’s shaft completely out of his trousers.

Even then, the shaft in my hand twitched incessantly. The thin, sticky fluid dripping from the slit at the tip of the glans

, dripping down in a disgusting manner.

Perhaps it was a reflex, but my lower body began to itch. The semen flowing down gathered on my

lower abdomen, creating a feeling of heat.

However, with such a compliant Riolem in front of me, it seemed a waste to enjoy only penetration.

I wiped my hands, soiled with various bodily fluids, on Riolem’s thigh. Through the damp fabric, I could feel the sharp muscles tensing, but I pretended not to notice and picked up the pen again.

All that remained was my signature.

I picked up the glass pen I had placed on the floor. As I dipped it in the ink, I wondered how I should write the last letter.

Even during that brief pause, the delicate ribbon tied around Riolem’s wrist was stretched taut.

Judging by the tension, even if I had tied a rope,

it would have broken immediately.

No, even if a chain had been attached, it would have broken immediately.

Riorem, who couldn’t even break the soft ribbon because of the order to stay still, was adorable.

So, I decided to write my name in thick letters that would remain in a bound book.

What my country, which had been destroyed by Riorem’s hand, had left behind. Every time the letters were slowly engraved,

the man’s body trembled.

At this point, I thought I could ask.

‘Why do you get excited every time I pick up a pen?’

‘It was the same when you wrote your first letter. You were completely absorbed in it and got a hard-on.’

At my words, Riolem finally parted his lips.

“Why do you keep saying things like that?

‘What do you mean? Oh, a hard-on?’

From the stiff, dark red pillar of flesh, semen trickled out again. He was an utterly honest man.

‘Of course I’m saying it for you to hear. Every time I say something vulgar, you don’t know what to do.’

‘Please.’

‘But first, answer my question. I asked you first.’

Slowly, thick letters carved into stone appeared one by one on Riolem’s thick palm.

He took a breath. The abs exposed through the open front of his trousers flattened for a moment.

‘While you were writing the letter, you didn’t notice your surroundings at all.’

A smooth voice continued, as if recalling an old memory.

“While moving the pen, you were always focused solely on the act of writing. You didn’t notice the sounds from outside

or the fact that I was peeking.”

Riolem looked down at the pen moving across his palm.

The straight lines and curves created as the ink cut through his skin instead of the paper.

The bending and sliding movements of my hand with each stroke of the pen.