Who Stole The Empress

Roselyn was silent this time, so Tamon thought he would look at her tongue.

Did he think she was tongue-tied?

But it didn’t matter what Tamon thought, she couldn’t just stick her tongue out comically like that.

Roselyn was stubbornly silent.

“I’d like to see it..….”

Tamon tapped her little chin as if to tell her to hold her tongue out.

Roselyn looked at him, her brow furrowed.

The sharp Asrell quietly left the room.

The two of them were left alone again in the warm, sunny room.

Only the faint sound of the breeze rustling could be heard in the room.

Tamon chuckled and murmured.

“You’re not the kind of person to hold your tongue out, are you?”

As he said this, Tamon bent down.

Roselyn felt his face close and Tamon took her lips in a flash. With a gentle kiss, he parted her lips, catching her off guard.

Soft, warm flesh pushed in and quickly passed through her mouth.

When she regained consciousness, Roselyn pulled her head back.

“Why…..!”

“There’s no taste of blood. That’s good.”

Tamon, who checked Roselyn’s mouth, smiled as relaxed as usual.

Roselyn glared at him with a look of frustration.

“Do you  have to confirm it with a kiss?”

“Because you wouldn’t open your mouth for me.”

 “You can ask Asrell.”

“Ah. I didn’t think that way.”

Tamon chuckled, a look of realization on his face as he took a step back.

“But I prefer the way I did…”

He mumbled and licked his lips as if tasting something.

Roselyn’s face reddened even more with his vulgar tongue. She lowered her head, not wanting to see Tamon’s wild eyes.

“Why are you avoiding eye contact?”

Tamon bent his knees to follow her gaze.

He lowered his posture, revealing his massive thighs beneath his loosely tied gown.

Roselyn didn’t even know where to look.

When she turned her head to the side, Tamon grabbed her by the chin again.

“Huh?”

She tried several times to avoid his gaze, but he followed her eyes persistently.

‘You’re such a troublesome man.’

Roselyn looked at him with a look of resignation.

However, she would rather look into his eyes rather than near his gown, which was just barely closed.

Staring at her intently, Tamon lifted a finger and swept around her reddened eyes.

His hand was so big that her face was covered in the palm of his hand.

He was fiddling around Roselyn’s bright reddened eye when he asked curiously.

“You didn’t cry after all that, so why did you cry now?”

He meant when she was dumped in the snowy mountains.

Roselyn fell silent, suppressing the fever that was trying to rise.

“…It’s pretty and red, but I don’t like it very much.”

Tamon mumbled something she didn’t understand.

His hand touched her cheek, then her neck.

It was where Roselyn had cut her neck. Fortunately, the wound on her skin had healed well.

He lowered his hand and lifted her hand up.

Her nails were still growing, and her fingertips were also nicely covered in pink flesh.

Tamon smiled, the corner of his lips lifted up as if he liked it.

And then, one moment, he started kissing Roselyn’s pink fingertips.

Roselyn winced as his warm, plump lips sucked on her fingers.

He stared up at her, looking only into her eyes. Then he went straight to kissing every one of her fingers.

‘Why am I so thirsty?’ This kind of tension was awkward. Roselyn slowly chewed and swallowed the hard spit that was trying to make her lose her temper, and deliberately kept her expression.

“I guess I can’t do anything about the speed your nails are growing.”

He mumbled something as if he regretted it.

Then he kissed the back of her hand and put it down. It was then that Roselyn finally let out the breath she’d been holding in.

As soon as she was relieved, however, his hand grabbed her ankle.

“What are you doing ……!”

‘I’ve let my guard down.’

He held up her ankle which was covered with old wounds.

It was where a piece of wood had penetrated from the heel to the Achilles tendon.

That wasn’t enough, the heel was cut in half before he barely reattached it.

There was also a tear on the top of her foot, and the shape of it was a little crooked because it was bent after she forced herself to run.

No matter how much she looked at it, it was not a pretty foot.

To top it all off, even the toenails were pulled out by Gillotti’s torture.

Roselyn had never been ashamed of her feet nor was she atrophied by it. But even so, it wasn’t something she was proud enough to show off publicly to others. Tamon casually kissed her hideous foot.

“…!”

The words choked in her throat, “Don’t tell me what you’re doing is…..”

Small toes, skinny feet, and thin ankles.. ……….

He kissed her finely, without haste.

There was no lewdness or irritation like when he kissed her.

It was so leisurely and carefully that it seemed pious in a way.

‘What do you mean ‘pious’?’

Roselyn cursed to herself as she rambled on.

It couldn’t be, but her eyes were too stupid to see the phenomenon properly.

“Doesn’t this foot hurt?”

“Not at all.”

Actually, it did hurt sometimes.

But it wasn’t really pain from the tingling of the wound, it was mental pain.

Tamon explored her ankle in detail. He delicately rubbed the twisted and torn scar with his fingertips.

Gillotti made a game of it when Roselyn’s ankle was even slightly exposed. 

He threw things at her, and insulted her with every word he could.

“You’re very good, huh? Can’t you get rid of those hideous feet right away? You think you’re a hero just because you’ve eliminated one of those monsters, don’t you? You’re a fool! Foolish!”

His screechy voice was still vivid in Roselyn’s ears.

“…… you don’t find my feet horrifying?”

Tamon glanced up at her.

“Not at all.”

He kissed the back of Roselyn’s foot once more, not taking his eyes off her.

“They’re just pretty…I’d love to suck it.”

“…”

‘What on earth is the brain of this man made of?’

There was no doubt that it was full of lust and debauchery.

Tamon, watching Roselyn’s scrunched up face, laughed, narrowing the edges of his eyes.

“……. I’d like to lick it.”

How could he say something like that with a smile?

It was as phenomenal as this.

He laughed, his shimmering eyes looking at her in amusement.

The way he looked at her was like a demon of lust. Roselyn didn’t know if there was such a thing, but if there was, it would have looked like that.

Prodigal, sexy, lewd, and regal was the perfect description.

‘Ugh.’

She looked down at his thighs, which were folded thickly, and stood out.

In the meantime, the open gown blocked out the center, but it wasn’t much.

Roselyn spoke as she hastily averted her eyes

“You really are…don’t you have any shame?”

 “I guess I don’t.”

He replied casually, already licking her ankle.

He even bit her ankle like a puppy.

“What are you doing?”

Roselyn panicked and strained to pull her leg out.

Tamon, who she thought would not let her go, let her go very easily.

Tamon quickly picked her up when she almost fell backwards because she had put too much effort into it.

“I’m hungry. Do you want something to eat?”

He spoke as if to ask, but he did not wait for her reply.

Tamon held her in his arms and walked on.

Roselyn was curious about his gown, which hung loosely from earlier, but she just couldn’t bring herself to say “get dressed”.

Sigh….

It wasn’t her place to be concerned. Roselyn leaned in desperately.

Her reddened eyes, as if she had cried, returned.