Chapter 43

Callisten stood in front of Briseyes. Briseyes sat on the bed looking at Callisten’s body standing right in front of her.

The sensation of the metal piece she had removed from him still lingered in her hand. Perhaps that was why she couldn’t escape this strange atmosphere.

The chastity belt he had been wearing was heavier than she expected, and because of the agony he must have felt while wearing it and its weight.

Even though she thought Callisten was crazy, it wasn’t easy to reject him.

‘Once I possess something, everything becomes boring. Then I have to discard it.’

She suddenly remembered his habitual saying and felt a chill in her heart.

“Bri, look at me.”

Briseyes snapped back to reality at his words and looked at him.

The flesh in his hand and his seductive expression as he looked at her made her feel strange.

“Do you know… what you’re doing right now?”

“Yes, I know.”

“Aren’t you embarrassed?”

“I am embarrassed. But seeing your face makes me not want to stop.”

“…What about my face?”

Briseyes suddenly glanced toward the mirror at his words.

That’s when she realized it. Her expression while looking at him was just as bestial as his.

“I… I mean……”

“You only make that expression for me.”

“How would you know?”

“I know everything. I’m always watching you.”

“I’m married. So why do I……”

At that, Callisten smiled again and began to move his hand. Perhaps because he was standing so close, she felt as if she were being drawn into his actions.

The sticky sensation still on her cheek and his expression as he looked at her.

“You’re really strange.”

“Yes, I’m strange.”

When he readily accepted her criticism, she couldn’t continue speaking. Everything felt strange and unfamiliar. Yet she didn’t hate what he was doing.

“Earlier, mmm… how did it taste?”

Briseyes blushed as she recalled the taste that had entered her mouth through his fingers earlier. It was shameful, yet that taste seemed to make her feel strange again.

The same scent from earlier was gradually filling the room.

His large flesh revealed an enormous presence, like an adult gripping a child’s small arm.

What was in his hand soon began to glisten, and because of that glistening, Briseyes thought it looked quite tempting.

“It was disgusting.”

She forced herself to answer his question, but when he chuckled and moved again with satisfaction, she met his eyes with a confused expression.

Was it really just possessiveness?

She had such doubts. His expression was familiar, and the emotion flickering in his eyes was familiar too. But she couldn’t be sure if this familiar emotion was indeed the possessiveness she had always assumed it to be.

What if she had been wrong from the beginning? What if it wasn’t possessiveness but a different emotion?

Disliking herself for thinking this way, she turned her head. He looked at her as if urging her on.

She felt his gaze but ignored him and looked elsewhere.

As her gaze fell away, the sounds in her ears seemed to intensify. It was as if removing her visual focus had made her more sensitive to what she heard.

His squelching actions reached her ears and then traveled down to her heart, making it pound—a strange feeling.

“Bri… Bri, I, mmm……”

His voice had become lower than usual, and she involuntarily looked at his hand. His voice was a pleasant bass.

His appearance was also brilliantly beautiful enough to enchant anyone.

That was why she felt he was more dangerous.

When she began to doubt whether the emotion in his eyes might not be possessiveness, she couldn’t treat him harshly like before.

“In your hair……”

“No.”

“On your face then?”

Her cheek was already soiled with his fluid. Thinking about this, her cheek, which he had roughly wiped, still felt hot.

“No.”

“Then on your hand would be good too.”

She didn’t know whether she didn’t want to soil her hand or whether she wanted to see what he had done earlier again.

Yet she also thought that perhaps this disheveled appearance of his was something only she would ever see.

“I pity the woman who will become your Empress.”

“If you’re pitying yourself, feel free.”

Not wanting to argue with him, she didn’t answer.

Suddenly realizing that he was still staring at her persistently, she felt annoyed. She wondered if she was the only one being swayed by his actions.

“Do you want me to kiss you too?”

“Yes.”

After saying this, he immediately pushed her body down onto the bed and grabbed her shoulders. His other hand was holding his other flesh.

Briseyes glanced at his hand moving at her thigh. He smiled ecstatically and said:

“Can I use your hand?”

“Do you think I’d say yes?”

“Why? Is it disgusting?”

She didn’t think it was disgusting. She just felt anxious and tried to push his hand off her shoulder, but she couldn’t move her arm because if she did, his actions might touch her.

“What would change if I helped you?”

“It would be completely different. If you touched it, it would end faster.”

That was somewhat appealing. He had been going for almost 30 minutes without finishing. Unlike his immediate reaction when the chastity belt was removed earlier.

Of course, that was a reaction after wearing it for nearly 4 years. Briseyes vaguely knew this. But she also felt a strange urgency about how long this was taking.

There were no knights in front of the door. But anyone could come to this room.

Because of this, while she wanted him to finish quickly, it was unfamiliar to see him showing such a side of himself in front of her. It felt strange to see Callisten looking at her with such a relaxed expression while pleasuring himself.

Seeing his expression become gentler than usual, she unconsciously said:

“It’s become boring. Get away.”

“I’ll try not to be boring, Bri.”

He moved his body slightly away and sat straddling her with his legs spread, looking down at her.

Then he gripped himself.

She tensed at his action. His face showed no humiliation even when viewed from below, and his gaze remained unchanged.

“Just finish quickly then.”

At her words, he nodded happily with a smile. His actions, which once again captured her vision, gradually intensified.

10 minutes, 20 minutes.

“I’m telling you, it would be faster if you touched it.”

After saying this, he smiled as if checking whether her gaze was still on him. However, Briseyes found it burdensome to look at him, so she deliberately looked elsewhere.

He called out “Bri” in an anguished voice, and she deliberately did not turn her gaze. But the shadow was enough. What he was soothing, and the movement of his hand.

Then suddenly it stopped.

“What are you doing?”

She turned her head when the scent she had smelled earlier didn’t return.

“I won’t do it.”

“Why?”

“I’ll hold back. Until it’s time to really do it.”

After saying this, he moved away from her.

Briseyes looked at him, wondering if perhaps he had read her base emotions.

That desire to test him and see if he would grow tired of her too.

That’s what she was doing. If he wanted her in that way, she wanted to test if he would be satisfied and withdraw after doing similar acts.

But contrary to her expectations, he held back.

He embraced her as if even such a person as her was lovable, exhaling hot breath over her shoulder.

“Bri.”

“Yes, get off me.”

“I need to put it back on before I leave.”

“What? Why?”

“Because I can’t go out carrying this.”

Briseyes couldn’t help but laugh at the thought that he had to put the chastity belt back on after they had worked so hard to remove it.

It felt as if she had been completely drawn in by him.

“I really hate you, Callisten.”

“Yes, I love you too, Bri. I really want to possess you so much.”

His words sounded like a confession, so she pushed his shoulder and got up from her seat.

“Put your clothes on quickly.”

She commanded with a sigh.

Strangely, although he hadn’t touched her at all, she felt as if he had touched her entire body, creating an odd feeling.

It was also because this was the first time he had seduced her in such a way.

“Will you dress me?”

The moment he said that.

—Click.

“Bri, spending too much time in a room with His Highness will cause gossip.”

The person who opened the door without knocking was Demian.