It Seems Like The Infamous Trash Can is Right Here! - Chapter 125
Lionel was not unaware that wishing for Serenia’s heart as well was greedy.
How had their first meeting been?
He had created a situation she couldn’t refuse, exploiting Serenia’s love for her family to drag her out of the monastery, and afterward, he never granted her wish to return.
Even his marriage proposal was awful.
The advice Serenia had given Halid earlier pierced his heart deeply.
How must he have appeared to her until now?
He had forced and oppressed her. Even in the mansion, he blatantly placed watchers around her for fear she might escape.
It was only after Serenia, driven into a corner and aware of her precarious situation, accepted his proposal that she could speak about the threats entangled with Solen and the Imperial Family. But even this must have felt like chains binding her down.
A fence called Luanax, guaranteeing financial reward and security.
Serenia had been forced to abandon even her life as a priestess, trapping herself within it.
Yet, far from resenting or hating him, she claimed to like him and willingly fell into his arms.
Could those words truly represent her feelings?
If he believed that… he would truly be shameless.
Serenia was merely performing her given role, doing her best as Lionel’s fiancée.
Of course, she might have developed some affection as she sincerely tried to win his favor, but surely it wasn’t the same as the emotion he felt for her.
‘Still….’
Even if it was an illusion, he didn’t mind. This small handful of affection, her sweet smile, her gentle eyes.
How starved had his heart, his soul, become through this endlessly repeated existence he once thought tiresome? To so desperately desire this small, fragile woman?
The uncontrollable lust surging up frequently was only a tiny fraction of his immense hunger.
Unable to recognize the hideous beast hunched over, hoping to wet its parched throat with a single drop of dew, Serenia once again smiled brightly at him.
Something welled up in his chest, rising abruptly to his throat.
‘Serenia, just what were you to me?’
Just what could she be, to appear this lovely, this beautiful? In a world reduced to ashes, piled with death and tragedy, how could she alone shine so radiantly?
In the drawing room of someone else’s mansion, her lips swollen red from his shameless sucking, Serenia parted them slightly and peeked out her tongue. Then, gently, she licked his lips, teasing him.
Desperately wishing to preserve this moment forever, Lionel gazed intensely at Serenia.
His body, already heated to the limit, protested in pain, yet he didn’t move.
He yearned far more deeply for this gentle warmth lightly wetting his lips than for mere physical satisfaction, and thus stared at her persistently with hungry, thirsty eyes.
Perhaps wondering why Lionel, who looked ready to pounce, remained still, Serenia blinked softly a few times and began unbuttoning his shirt.
She bravely undid three buttons before hesitantly curling her fingers back.
“You licked me first… can I lick you as well?”
Lionel glanced at her fingertips, which wandered aimlessly over his chest, then carefully enclosed them in his grasp and said…
“Of course.”
Expecting a kiss, Serenia closed her eyes and tilted her chin upward.
However, his lips landed on her nape instead. He brushed against the rapidly pulsing vein before slowly licking her skin.
“Ngh….”
Her shoulders, which flinched from ticklishness, became his next target. His lips slipped down slowly from her nape to her rounded shoulder as he undid the knots behind her back.
Feeling her bodice loosening, Serenia opened her eyes in surprise, but it was already too late. Her dress slid down with the layers beneath, pooling at her waist.
