The Tragedy of The Villainess - Chapter 191

Lesche, who placed his hand on the doorknob of the bedroom, did not immediately open the door like usual. He paused in that position for a moment. His heart raced like a boy who fell in love for the first time just before seeing Seria.

 

He wanted to immediately open the door and locked Seria in his arms, but at the same time, he got strangely nervous.

 

“Lesche?”

 

If it hadn’t been for a voice from afar, he would have opened the door.

 

Lesche looked to the side with his hand on the doorknob. Seria was on Abigail’s back, her eyes wide open. In an instant, Abigail sped up and stopped in front of the bedroom door.

 

In the blink of an eye, Seria was in front of Lesche’s sight. Seria asked as she was perplexed.

 

“When did you come?”

 

“I just came.”

 

Lesche took his hand off the doorknob and looked at her.

 

“They said you were in the bedroom.”

 

“I went to the garden for a while because I had something to see with Bibi. Bibi, put me down.”

 

“I’ll transfer you.”

 

Abigail handed Seria over to Lesche without a sign of hardship. Then she bowed and disappeared like the wind.

 

Seria, who was smiling while watching the disappearing Abigail, her chin was turned and made eye contact with Lesche.

 

“Le….?”

 

Lesche tongue, which had dug into Seria’s gap lips, gently brushed the inside of her mouth. At some point, Seria’s back stuck to the cold marble wall next to the bedroom door. Lesche grabbed Seria’s two thighs and supported her, kissing her relentlessly.

 

A red color quickly appeared on Seria’s cheeks. Her arms were naturally wrapped around Lesche’s neck, and her fingers touched his skin, which was revealed above the silk gown.

 

At that moment, Lesche felt several hard, unfamiliar touches on his skin.

 

His tongue, which had been digging into Seria’s as if to devour her, stopped. After kissing her lightly a few more times, Lesche lifted his chin slowly. His hand grabbed Seria’s hand and brought it in front of his eyes.

 

Eight rings on her five fingers.

 

“…”

 

Seria coughed awkwardly.

 

“I wanted to wear them all because you gave them to me. But there are so many so this is my limit. It’s funny, isn’t it?”

 

“No.”

 

“Really?”

 

“Yes.”

 

It looked like Seria was trying to wear as many rings as possible somehow, so she thought it might make him laugh.

 

But no laughter came out. Lesche’s heart pounded strangely.

 

How could he describe this moment of holding her hand in his eyes? These were the rings that Lesche had spent a lot of time choosing. He couldn’t give them to Seria right away because he thought there might still be traces of her ex-fiancé somewhere in her heart.

 

Seria didn’t know the feelings Lesche had while Lesche’s gaze was fixed on her fingers. Seria, who bowed her head, buried her cheek between his neck and shoulder and asked.

 

“When did you start preparing?”

 

“It’s been a while.”

 

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

 

“Just.”

 

After hesitating a bit, Lesche continued his words.

 

“…I just wanted to.”

 

Seria raised her head. She moved her hand, which was caught by Lesche, and wrapped his cheek. She smiled brightly. Her eyes twinkled with laughter.

 

“It’s the best gift I’ve ever received in my life.”

 

Was this how it felt to hold a full hand of midsummer? Lesche couldn’t take his eyes off Seria at all.

 

Without knowing his feelings, without knowing his anxieties,

The woman who grabbed all of Lesche’s tightly and did not let go was kissing his lips.

 

It was such a light kiss that made him even more thirsty.

 

“I’m glad I married you.”

 

Lesche’s throat stopped for a moment at the whispering voice. Seria was not aware of the reaction.

 

“Seria.”

 

He no longer kissed harshly. He entered the bedroom with just as much smile as Seria’s. The door closed. Lesche put Seria down on the bed. He leaned her upper body against her body and opened his mouth.

 

“Tell me again what you said.”

 

“Was it a good thing I married you?”

 

Lesche let out a groan and buried his face in Seria’s neck.

 

“I’m going crazy.” (Lesche)

 

Seria blinked her eyes.

 

“If I knew you would say that, I would have given it (the rings) to you sooner.” (Lesche)

 

Then Seria, who was about to say that she would say it every day from today, clamped her lips. It was because Lesche, who had been buried in her neck and raised his head, his eyes were shimmering deeply.

 

“Why are you doing this when I’m not well?” (Seria)

 

Lesche bit Seria’s finger. His tongue, licking her fingertips, was terrifyingly erotic. A wet sound rang in Seria’s ears.

 

His hand went down and lightly touched her ankle.

 

He knew that Seria had taken her splint off. The only thing wrapped up was a bandage. Lesche grabbed the ribbon from Seria’s dress and pulled it. Her spilled clothes fell onto the sheets. Lesche held Seria’s injured calf tightly with his hand.

 

Seria’s smile slowly faded. Her breathing was starting to get worse.

 

“Don’t move.”

 

“How can I not…ahhh!”

 

Seria’s spine straightened up. She found out belatedly. Everything about Lesche was naked with desire. Just like a man whose eyes have turned around. Lesche’s handprints were red on Seria’s injured calf, which had been held captive the whole time. She tried to struggle several times, but she couldn’t even move. It was as if her leg had been nailed to a strong force.

 

The more he plunged into her, the more her body trembled. Her tears dripped down and wet the sheet. Seria was sobbing for a long time that she couldn’t come to her senses. Her lower back was so weak that it was almost painful, but her body responded faithfully, as always.

 

“Stop….Lesche…”

 

She didn’t know how much time had passed. She didn’t even have the energy to push Lesche away.

 

Seria lay down and buried her wet face in the pillow. How much suffering. She began to doze off as soon as he let her go.

 

It seemed that Lesche was whispering something, but it didn’t even come into her ears.

 

Seria quickly fell asleep as if fainting. Lesche, who was staring softly at the motionless eyelashes, reached out and put her long, sweaty, disheveled hair behind her ear. No matter what Seria did, he couldn’t take his eyes off her. He didn’t want to take it off.

 

He was just staring at her, but somehow his heart was pounding. He sometimes had her in his eyes without a word, and it felt like he sometimes forgot to breathe. Lesche  raised Seria’s droopy hand and put it on his chest. His heart was beating very fast.

 

Obviously.

 

Lesche covered half of her face with one of his hands. A sigh escaped.

 

He pressed his lips to her forehead and to her lips a few more times. Still not enough, he embraced Seria, who had fallen asleep, into his arms. Like the flowing sunlight, the warmth was smeared on the skin that touched it. Only this body temperature of her, only her smile, felt like his everything.

 

Every time Seria rubbed in his arms, a faint smile appeared on Lesche’s lips.

 

Really overflowing with love.

 

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Seria couldn’t get out of bed for a while, even after the splint was removed.

 

She did not come out in any way. (*Lesche tormented her for a few days 😂)

 

“What about this?

 

Susan pondered for a moment, and she thought it would be good to leave the second floor empty for the rest of the day as well. The only problem was that she had to clean the bedroom every day.

 

In particular, sheets and blankets have to be changed every day…

 

She couldn’t miss a single day.

 

“Ben, I guess I’ll have to move the cleaning on the second floor from tomorrow to lunchtime.”

 

“Good idea. Susan.”

 

Considering the magnificence of Berg’s castle, there was a need to leave the entire second floor empty.

 

Just in case.

 

Anyway, there was a time when Seria and Lesche went to the bathroom. Cleaning the bedroom was something that would have to be done quickly when they were in the bathroom.

 

Susan and Ben went down to the first floor and had a small conversation today, such as how about putting in a new damask.

 

(*Lesche and Seria do it almost all day every day, Susan had to change the sheets but couldn’t find a good time to do it, unless when Seria and Lesche were bathing.)

 

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Part 2. Can I tie it up?

 

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‘Finally trying on the shoes.’

 

Seria looked down at the leg with new eyes. The blue shoes that the maids carefully picked out of the twenty pairs of shoes were very pretty and expensive.

 

It had been two weeks since she had to wear slippers and only with the foot that wasn’t injured. It was a strange feeling to wear expensive shoes with blue ribbons and jewels after a long time.

 

She wore a light blue dress that matched her shoes, and her hair was braided to expose her neck and tied up with a ribbon. It was still a bit hot in the middle of the day, so this outfit suited her well. Whenever she moved her face, a ribbon with colorful gems fluttered.

 

Even carrying an expensive lace parasol that the maids had airlifted, Seria and Abigail went out to the main entrance garden.

 

‘It’s been a while since I’ve been to a weapon shop.’

 

It was. She was going to follow Abigail to the weapon shop.

 

She couldn’t get out of the bedroom for a while, and there came a time when she had to let people know that she was alive.

 

“Oh my, Grand Duchess!”

 

And, as expected, numerous vassals recognized her and crept up and groveled.

 

“Looks like you finally got the bandages off.”

 

“I was very worried because it was difficult to see you for a long time.”

 

Seria flinched, but she was able to hide her expression very well if she made up her mind.

 

“I got a good rest because I was injured. I’m fine now.”

 

“Ah. You worked so hard as Stern in the subjugation battle.”

 

“But where are you going?”

 

“I have a place to go with my knight.”

 

“Ah. They said that the carriage was out there.”

 

The vassals left saying that they had taken a lot of her time. Seria got into the cart with Abigail.

 

“By the way, Bibi. Why are you going to see the arms dealer?”

 

“I have to buy a sword.”

 

“A sword?”

 

Seria lowered her gaze. There was a sword Abigail always wore on her waist.

 

 

“It’s not for me.”

 

“Then?”

 

“I broke Sir Elliot’s sword in half during the Demon subjugation battle.”

 

“Did you fight with Elliot?”

 

“Please, Miss. There was only a minor disagreement.”

 

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