It Seems Like The Infamous Trash Can is Right Here! - Chapter 150
Gathering my courage, I once more brushed my hand over my lower belly.
“How can you do something so intimate without any feeling?”
After such an intimate act of becoming one, I felt like even someone without feelings could develop them.
He didn’t respond to my mutterings.
He simply placed his hand over mine on my belly and pressed gently. Despite the cramped space and his throbbing length buried inside me, he didn’t withdraw his support.
Feeling odd, I looked up at him. Only then did he lift his gaze from my belly to meet mine.
As Lionel smiled softly at me, the deep, dark emotion that had glimmered in his red eyes vanished without a trace.
I forced myself to return his smile, though inside I was startled. Had my words or actions touched some wound?
“Serenia, are you very tired?”
“Mmm… I think I’m okay.”
“That’s good to hear.”
He took my ankles in his hands and draped my legs over his shoulders.
“I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to stop tonight.”
He whispered, leaning his upper body toward me.
“Ah…”
Because my ankles were hooked over Lionel’s shoulders, the closer our torsos drew together, the more my body folded inward.
And, unbelievably, I felt his c**k, already stretched tight inside me, seem to thrust deeper than ever.
“I’m going to make you feel even better.”
Even better? How could that be possible?
I blinked wide-eyed at him, startled.
If it felt any more intense than it already did, surely I’d lose myself entirely—my body didn’t even feel like my own now.
Still, I’d often seen this position in the novel and admitted a flicker of curiosity. Heart pounding with equal parts fear and anticipation, I nodded.
I’d almost forgotten the proverb about curiosity killing the cat.
* * *
The moon had already set when Vaikal suddenly turned to look back.
At this distance, the vast city lay swallowed by darkness, its outlines barely visible.
These past few days marked the one time of year when the Imperial Family’s Shadows were at their weakest.
Every year, the direct Imperial line renewed their contracts with their new Shadows, and that renewal was set for tonight. In the days just before the contract, the Shadows’ power ebbs to its lowest, which was why Vaikal had braved the journey to the capital despite the danger.
Once the contract was renewed this night, the Shadows’ strength would rise to its peak again.
“I wanted to take Serenia with me too.”
Even Vaikal had to acknowledge Lionel Luanax’s remarkable fortitude.
It wasn’t just his martial prowess.
His amassed wealth and power, which he had gathered over countless lives, were formidable.
But more impressive was that, even after losing those memories by force and with them any clear purpose, Lionel did not break.
He must have felt life repeating endlessly without meaning, reason, or cause, and yet he never gave up.
He may have acted recklessly at times, but he never truly lost himself.
For that reason, despite all the mixed feelings he held for Lionel, Vaikal knew he was the only one who could see this through to the end.
Why wouldn’t he try?
Halid might have seemed a better choice in Lionel’s presence, but that path had already failed. This wasn’t merely a political struggle between the crown and the nobility.
Even a glance at time’s endless loop proved that.
This was a fight against an outside power summoned under the guise of contract by the Imperial Family to feed their greed, whose foothold they could never allow.
Killing the Emperor alone would be pointless.
