May Every Wound Be Fatal - vanish into fiction

When Reyna spotted him in that unexpected moment, she blinked as if she could not believe her eyes.

The voices disparaging the man faded away, and he, who had seemed slightly tense, slowly raised his gaze.

He was mechanically staring straight ahead and showed no sign of expecting a handkerchief. The ladies, upon the appearance of a man more handsome than they could have imagined, held their breaths and their eyes sparkled, but they made a concerted effort to remain in their seats as they remembered who he was.

Thus, Reyna’s slow movement was inevitably conspicuous.

His blue eyes reflexively turned towards her. Their gazes met immediately, and he blinked blankly.

Once, twice.

His eyes widened. Just like in the rear garden where the midnight banquet had been held. Reyna could tell he had recognized her.

“…Ha.”

A clear laugh escaped her before she even realized it.

In response, his lips parted and his earlobes flushed a burning red.

At that moment, nothing else was visible and no other sounds reached her ears. She found herself wondering if his face had been blushing like that even under the pale moonlight that night, and if it could possibly get any redder than it was right now.

As if enchanted, Reyna gathered her skirt and descended the steps, leaning on the railing as she lowered her head. Her wavy hair scattered around her like a red wave, and he simply stared at her smile, utterly captivated.

“Hello.”

“…….”

“We meet again.”

“…….”

“Was I not right? I am a very lucky person, you see.”

The throne, the king, the queen consort… none of those things came to mind anymore. She had lived her whole life believing she would one day be queen, but in that moment, it seemed not to matter if she never became queen.

“For your victory.”

Reyna willingly threw her handkerchief to him.

She admits it was a very impulsive choice.

But she felt she would have no regrets.

She had a very good feeling about it.

Above all, she was confident she could make him happy.

After all, she was young and beautiful, the daughter of the Duke Dazbel, kind to everyone and more noble than anyone.

A beautiful and noble young lady, raised with an abundance of love. Anyone would be flustered by a single glance or a single smile from her.

So Reyna believed that any man chosen by her would be happy.

She truly never dreamed, not even in her wildest dreams, that her immature first love would make a man’s life miserable.

“I am Reyna. Reyna Dazbel.”

The man’s name was Elizer. Just Elizer, not Elizer Wills.

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“You started this.”

So, he was right.

All this misfortune was something she had started. It was entirely her greed that had ruined that lovely man.

As she suddenly remembered the first time she met him, Reyna swayed, lost in ecstasy.

Long past the point where pleasure felt like pain, her senses had been dulled for a while. It seemed if this continued, she would lose consciousness again. She almost wished she would.

Then Elizer roughly gripped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. His eyes, clouded with the heat of passion, seemed to be telling her not to run away. Then, as if punishing her, he repeatedly pulled his hips back only to thrust them back in with deliberate roughness.

“…Haa, haah, hk, uk…!”

Each time something hard forced its way deep inside her, grinding ruthlessly, her hands and feet, which had been dangling limply and shaking uncontrollably, reflexively tensed up.

He grabbed her swaying breasts, squeezing them as if he were wringing them out. There was no pain. She could no longer feel any sensation at all. She had reached her absolute limit.

But he seemed not to care. Thump, thump. The sound of flesh摩擦ing against flesh grew increasingly intense.

“Ah, ahk, uk, hk…”

A breathless moan, as if she were choking, spilled from her mouth. Her blurred eyes, fixed on the ceiling, had lost their focus some time ago.

“Ah, haa, ah…!”

Soon, a hot gush spilled out inside her, and she could no longer make a sound, trembling perilously.

Almost simultaneously, his member pulsed and ejected thick spurts within her.

“Hah…”

It was long, even though it was impossible to tell how many times it happened.

Feeling the viscous semen pouring inside her, Reyna lay crushed beneath him, convulsing intermittently.

Even after his release, Elizer did not let her go. For a while, he remained inside her, holding her down with his whole body. Only after a long time had passed did he release his arms from around her small frame and withdraw from her, very slowly.