Liliya felt as though she had fallen into a sea of cotton candy. All the loneliness and cold she had accumulated over the past days was cast aside in an instant.
She hazily sensed something stroking her body, yet dared not open her eyes.
She was enchanted by her current state, yet afraid this was nothing more than another dream.
If she opened her eyes, everything would turn to nothingness again, and when she awoke, she would be back in that castle where she was all alone.
She trembled.
All she wished for was that this dream could last a little longer, at least long enough for her to fully experience Lady Rosalia’s warmth.
And as for the Rosalia who was occupying her thoughts, at this moment she gazed at the trembling Liliya, teasingly licking her lips.
She couldn’t stop caressing Liliya’s body, feeling the trembling girl in her arms, unwilling to wake, treating everything as a dream.
It had been so long since she’d felt a lively Liliya…
This was nothing like last time when she’d been drunk.
This time, Liliya was “awake” and would react to her movements.
When she touched Liliya’s body, Liliya shivered, unwilling to open her eyes, looking as if she was ready to be at her mercy.
How delicious.
Why hadn’t she ever tasted such a delectable Liliya before?
Lost in a silly smile, she drew Liliya into her embrace.
Once again, Liliya felt that familiar warmth. All her fears melted away in that moment.
Her trembling ceased, and her powerless little hands clung to Rosalia’s waist, her lips murmuring the name of the one who had brought her to this state: “Lady Rosalia…”
A nameless pleasure welled up in Rosalia’s chest. She couldn’t wait to devour this girl.
Her fingers stroked the girl’s skin through her clothes. Liliya only felt her body temperature constantly rising, her body reacting to Rosalia’s touch.
The ninety days, which in objective time weren’t long, but had felt like a century of loneliness, made her unable to resist the warmth Rosalia brought.
For the first time in her life, she actively welcomed another’s caress, and even craved more.
She wanted to forget the long loneliness, wanted to etch this warmth into her body in the deepest way possible.
In such a “dream,” she felt there was no need to hold on to pointless rationality. All she needed was to remember this feeling with her entire being.
And so…
She kissed Rosalia.
Even with her eyes closed, she found Rosalia’s lips without fail.
She had recalled every detail of Rosalia countless times in those ninety days. As long as she touched any part of Rosalia’s skin, she could instantly find her lips in the next moment.
No mistakes.
She yearned for this.
It was her only way to fight that dreadful loneliness.
Taking the initiative, immersing herself, all she wanted was to release her loneliness in this dream.
She was truly afraid…
Afraid of that feeling Rosalia had spoken of.
Afraid of that overly silent world, with no wind, no sound, as if even time had frozen in that moment.
“Lady Rosalia… I’m sorry, I’m really sorry…”
Calling out again and again, begging again and again, all Liliya could do now was to plead incessantly.
If she could have another chance, she would definitely choose to apologize to Rosalia directly, instead of thinking, as she had before, that she hadn’t really done anything wrong.
She was wrong—she had underestimated the power of loneliness, but she had never considered one thing: normal people would never enter such a frozen world, would never stay alone in such a castle with no one else around.
Wendy had accompanied Rosalia for over a thousand years, and while the other maids hadn’t been around as long as Wendy, they had still spent considerable time together.
How could they ever have experienced what Liliya went through?
She couldn’t think of a reason.
After going through such an ordeal, all she remembered was that soundless solitude, remembered wandering the halls in her cumbersome gown searching for her only hope, remembered the pain of every step she took in high heels, remembered…
Remembered calling out Rosalia’s name again and again, desperately hoping for a response.
She gave herself over completely, immersing herself in Rosalia’s embrace, wanting to release her emotions in the most primal way possible, and hoping the Rosalia holding her would respond to her feelings, joining her in a passion that would make her forget herself.
She wished for this so badly…
Her beautiful long dress was already wrinkled from all the touching. The friction on her chest had crumpled the fabric, making it look unsightly, while large patches of skin were exposed, disheveled.
Liliya didn’t care. This was only a dream. She didn’t need to mind her image as she did in reality—she simply couldn’t anymore.
She just wanted to smooth out the wounds in her heart with this most primal revelry, or else she would break.
Their embrace had already changed, and Rosalia, teased in this way, no longer maintained her noble demeanor. With a gentle push, she toppled the pitiful girl onto the bed.
The soft mattress wrapped around the girl’s burning waist, but even so, the girl did not feel any comfort.
She kept twisting her body, her hands caressing Rosalia’s torso without pause.
“Don’t go… don’t go… don’t go…”
At some point her voice had turned into sobs, and two clear tears slowly slid down from the corners of Liliya’s eyes.
She really didn’t want to be alone anymore…
Lady Rosalia, please hold me…
Hold me tight, never let go…
Please, I beg you…
At some point, her dress had already been pushed up to her chest by Rosalia’s hands.
Her flawless body was revealed to Rosalia’s eyes, who could now savor the little treat beneath her whenever she wished—even if she disregarded Liliya’s will and claimed this girl in the roughest way.
Under such immense loneliness, even if she reduced Liliya to tatters, as long as she repaired her afterward, Liliya would never remember.
She might even take the initiative, the pain and pleasure merging into the most wonderful reaction, so that she would never forget being with her.
Rosalia’s heart softened.
She was such a fool.
After doing such devilish things to Liliya, she still softened at Liliya’s pleas, at that tear-stained face.
Her reason told her to turn Liliya into rags right now, to make her forever remember her touch, so that even if she forgot everything, when she recovered her memories she would be shaped by that deep sensation.
Liliya would never be able to leave her, would yearn for the feeling again and again, would truly become her pet, letting go of the resolve that had lasted two thousand years and staying with her forever.
But she just couldn’t harden her heart.
She was such a fool.
She always failed at such details, yet stubbornly began the cycle anew, trapping Liliya, who should have left this world at her first death, over and over again, always believing it was her first time here.
She tormented Liliya—and tormented herself.
She really should just turn Liliya into a tattered rag.
The luxurious dress was torn to shreds in her hands. The girl beneath her breathed faster and faster.
She too longed to be treated that way, for it made her feel needed by her master, gave her a faint sense of comfort in the wildness. Yet the price…
Was a lifelong shadow.
Hadn’t she already done enough?
Hadn’t she already left a deep scar on Liliya? The incident with the dress, the time with the crystal ball, and countless others repeated over two thousand years…
Why couldn’t she just harden her heart?
The tattered remnants of the dress barely covered Liliya’s most private places. Such an outfit would never calm anyone—it only made the blood surge hotter.
She couldn’t stop.
She wanted, she desperately wanted, she couldn’t wait to mold the girl beneath her into her own shape.
Her teeth chattered uncontrollably, her lips bitten until they bled—maybe even tearing off a bit of flesh to swallow—but thanks to the powerful healing of her bloodline, all wounds vanished in a flash, only a trace of blood still flowing, dripping onto Liliya’s smooth belly.
Like a beast, she bent down, licking that drop of blood, then grasped the soft girl tightly, as if she could break her at any moment.
She needed this so much.
Liliya would respond to her.
She could feel Liliya’s sobs, sense the satisfaction in Liliya’s weeping.
She couldn’t wait for it any longer.
But she was such a fool…
Rosalia forcefully restrained her emotions, enjoying her poor little pet in a way that was neither gentle nor rough. The pet’s face was already twisted by anxiety, yet relaxed when she smelled Rosalia’s scent.
This night was destined to be sleepless. The current Liliya would not remember any of it, but Rosalia would remember forever.
Once again, she shrank back at this critical turning point—just another taste and then stopped.
A fragile peace.
And as for Liliya…
She was enjoying it, even though Rosalia’s actions were still rough. Liliya still felt comfort from Rosalia’s touch.
The one who hurt ended up wounded; the one who was hurt ended up soothed.
How amusing.
“Lady Rosalia, hold me…”
The sleepless night continued on. The pleasure would last long, perhaps longer than this night itself, until the overflowing emotions in Rosalia’s heart could finally be reined in again.