The Tyrant Covets The Slave -R19 - Chapter 17

The carriage jolted noisily, but Beher heard nothing. The red eyes staring at her bound her.

She deliberately tried to act casual, but her excited breaths did not calm down.

His breath touched her skin, below her collarbone. His moist lips made it wetter. He tried to devour her slowly, as if to mark she was his.

“…Wait a minute!”

“Hold still.”

Lucai didn’t listen. Beher pushed his chest away in rejection. Still his great strength was a wall that could not be pushed away.

Lucai lightly took her hand and raised it above her head.  As if her opinion didn’t matter, he continued doing what he wanted.

She didn’t want the horseman outside to find out about this noise. She could endure the kiss, but her pride was hurt when he took off her clothes.

He sucked her skin in as hard as he could. There was a chuffing sound. She bit her lips because she thought a strange sound would come out of her mouth at this rate.

When is this going to end? No, this is the end, isn’t it? She had no idea how far he wanted to go.

The red eyes bound her body. No matter how hard she struggled, it was like a chain she couldn’t break. Beher was being eaten in his arms.

His hands went to the dress on her shoulders. Beher swallowed her saliva. She thought her dress would fall helplessly. Despite the shame, she surrendered herself to him, thinking of revenge.

Unexpectedly, however, his hands went to her back and waist, and her body raised up easily. Lucai methodically rearranged her dress, which was unlike him. He kissed her on the ear as he draped the shawl that fell to the floor over her shoulders.

“…….”

“Were you surprised? It’s punishment for teasing me, Beher.”

“You teased me again.”

She couldn’t have known how far his prank would go. She didn’t know the extent of his mischief. He smiled, but there were threats and coercion in his words. Beher stared relentlessly into his red eyes, unsure of their depths.

“If you look at me like that, I’ll be worked up again.”

Beher sighed in frustration.

“I don’t like these pranks.”

“I don’t like to be teased either.”

“That’s…..”

Beher swallowed her words, not wanting the situation to continue. There was no point in bothering him. She was tired and wanted to rest.

She squeezed the shawl tightly. Even though her clothes were neatly arranged, heat was rising in her face as if she were naked.

“I thought you were naive. It’s a bit surprising.”

She glared at him. What does it matter if she was naive or not?

He was a man who acted selfishly anyway.

“Well, it doesn’t matter anyway.  Even if you’re naive, you only have one choice.”

Lucai wrapped her hair around his fingers. Her curly hair was being teased in his hand. Beher stared unblinkingly at his action.

The blue eyes and the red eyes faced each other. When the atmosphere turned strange again, she heard a welcome voice.

“Your Highness, we have arrived at the palace.”

In no time at all, they had arrived at the Grand Duchy. Beher blinked her innocent eyes. At the voice, Lucai stopped playing with her hair. He seemed to have fun teasing her.

Click.

The carriage door opened and Lucai got out first. She thought he would hold his hand out gently again, but Lucai entered the mansion first, keeping his back to her coldly. Beher got off the carriage with the help of Lucy, who had come to pick her up.

“How are you, young lady? How come it’s so wonderful to see you two together.”

Lucy said something, but Beher didn’t hear what she said. She just stared blankly as she thought of Lucai’s cold back.

***

It was the day to match the dresses for the wedding. Beher had to personally go to the square to see the dresses already designed.

She wondered why she had to go directly to the dress store this time, while she usually had people stationed at the Grand Duke’s residence to fit the dresses.

“Lucy, is there a reason why I must go?”

Lucy, who had been diligently knitting in the carriage, spoke up, her yellow eyes shining at Beher’s question.

“You should try on your own wedding dresses if you can. There is a myth that the love will last forever if the husband visits the shop in person during this custom.”

“It’s only…for that reason?”

Beher wondered if eternal love really existed. She had never fallen in love, so she didn’t really understand such feelings. Beher looked puzzled.

“That is why I think His Highness the Grand Duke might visit the Lady later. It is said that anyone who does not know about this myth is not a member of the Horn Empire. I’m sure he’ll put aside his work to come.”

First of all… There was nothing bad about showing love for each other with Grand Duke Lucai. They had the emperor’s permission. But the emperor might have a watcher somewhere. If Lucai was to visit the store, it would be perfect for the rumors that the Grand Duke and his wife were in love.

By the way…She had never heard of him visiting here.

“Did His Highness say he is going to visit here?”

Lucy looked troubled.

“He didn’t say that. But I’m sure he will come!”

Beher wondered where that belief came from. Can she (Lucy) trust him so much because he was her savior?

Beher didn’t seem to be easy to trust, no matter how many people had saved her life. Even if it was someone like herself.

Of course, Lucy was an exception. She was Ron’s sister. She was the only one who could understand her.

Beher couldn’t help but laugh when she saw Lucy’s big eyes as she said enthusiastically. Because she felt like she was looking at some amazing believer.

It wasn’t bad. Seeing her like a ray of sunshine calmed the anxiety in her heart. No matter what she said, everything seemed beautiful.

If she had a sister like Lucy, she would have grown up to be a little more cheerful. Beher felt sorry for her past days.

Before she knew it, they arrived at the dress store, where the waiting designers lined up to welcome her.

“This is the Grand Duchess. Let’s welcome her with all our heart!”

At Lucy’s powerful voice, the designers bowed their heads one by one and welcomed her. Seeing Lucy like that, Beher felt reassured, and she felt that she was not living in a small world.

Someday, when her revenge is over, she will have the opportunity to make a way for her.

Beher led the way into the store.

Many gorgeous dresses were seen everywhere in the store.

However, today’s hero wasn’t a dress for everyone. It was a dress for Beher herself.

The designer showed off the dress as if she had waited. It didn’t have many colors, it was just one color. It was the most beautiful dress she had ever seen.

She didn’t know if it would look good on her. It was a very beautiful pure white. The dress with slightly exposed shoulders and the waist stood out. The fabric fluttered like wings as it spread out.

Lucy, who was close by, cheered.

“Miss! It’s really very beautiful! Please try it on quickly. Yes?”

Beher entered the changing room with Lucy and hurriedly put on the dress. The last thing to do was to close the ties in the back.

It was a burdensome design, and she was worried that the scars on her back would show.

She thought about having it modified, but anyway, it wouldn’t be visible once the straps were tied. Beher patted her chest.

“Lady, I’ll be right back.”

Beher nodded, though she was curious at Lucy’s sudden disappearance.

“Now?”

All she had to do was tie the strings hanging from the back. However, Lucy left the dressing room in a hurry as if she had something urgent to attend to.

The cold air swept her back. Her shoulders shrank slightly. Growing up in the Vitan Empire, she wasn’t used to the cold. By that time, someone stood tall behind Beher’s back.

She could feel the strings that were hanging being tied. Lucy was back sooner than she expected. Beher straightened her shoulders as she felt the tightening. There was a lot more strength in Lucy’s hands than she experienced.

With each string tied, the dress came tighter around Beher’s waist. It revealed the curve of her waist beautifully.

The lighting from the ceiling cast a shadow on the floor. She could see a black shadow. But…

Lucy certainly looked shorter than she was, but the shadow was taller than her, it even covered her own shadow. It seemed that all the strings were almost tied into a knot. Somehow she felt heavy and tense.

She had felt this feeling somewhere before.

No way…

Come to think of it, Lucy was always chattering away. But what is this silence? It was strange. She couldn’t smell the fresh fruit scent in Lucy’s hair. Instead, there was a masculine scent in the air.

Beher gulped down her saliva. And when she tried to turn around. The shadow moved.

“…… It suits you well.”

A low voice echoed in her ears. The person who had tied the strings behind her all this time was none other than Grand Duke Lucai.

“…Your Highness?”

Beher looked at him hastily. She gave him a look that said, “Why are you here?”