Bridal Lessons - Chapter 27
IV. Gentle and Strict
In front of Rosen, who was curled up on the bed, a simple meal was set. It consisted of a warm sandwich, scones with jam, light corn soup, and juice. Despite these being her favorite foods, she sat huddled in a corner with her knees drawn up, not moving. Iscarion gave her a pointed look.
“Eat.”
“….”
After being caught at the door, Rosen was trembling in fear of what might happen next, but Iscarion surprisingly did nothing more. He lifted her onto the bed and carried her luggage out of the room, leaving it somewhere. Other than removing her long travel cloak with a hood, he left her clothing intact.
When he pulled the cord, a maid quickly brought in the meal as instructed. While Iscarion stood by the window looking out, Rosen tried to ask the maid for help. However, the maid, seemingly afraid of being addressed by Rosen, avoided eye contact and quickly completed her task before leaving.
Since then, it had been just the two of them in a standoff. Having been tightly laced in a dress, Rosen hadn’t eaten much at the party last night and was indeed very hungry, but the current situation killed any desire to eat. With her being practically imprisoned by Iscarion like this, and having endured what she had, it left her with no appetite. Every time she looked at him, the humiliating images from the mirror flashed in her mind, making her unable to lift her head.
“Are you really not going to eat, Rosie?”
When Rosen didn’t even consider picking up the spoon, Iscarion sighed deeply.
“You’ll just have an upset stomach. You barely ate anything at the party.”
“….Let me go. I want to leave.”
“Eat first, then we’ll talk.”
“I don’t want to.”
Her rose-colored eyes, filled with suspicion and resentment, looked up at him. She was curled up like a frightened kitten. When he took a step away from the window, Rosen flinched but continued to protest.
“If you were in my situation, would you want to eat?”
“Yes.”
Rosen stared at Iscarion in disbelief.
In this situation…
Did he mean the situation of being on a bed with a mirror, with just the two of them, and her cutely sulking?
Of course, I would want to eat, Rosen.
Naturally, he meant eating her.
Iscarion walked over and sat on the bed. He cut the food into bite-sized pieces and brought a forkful to Rosen’s mouth. However, she grimaced and turned her head away. He tried offering her a spoonful of the warm soup, but she did the same.
After several more failed attempts, Rosen pushed his hand away again.
“Stop it, I said I’m not hungry… ngh!”
Suddenly, the spoonful of soup disappeared into his mouth, and he grabbed the back of her neck. His lips pressed against hers, and the warm soup, mixed with his tongue, was forced into her mouth. Gulping reflexively, Rosen swallowed the soup, and he offered another piece of food, a cherry from the cake, in the same manner.
“Eat.”
“No, stop, hng!”
Desperately refusing, she felt a sharp pain as he twisted and pulled her small nxxple towards him. Even through her clothes, Iscarion accurately found her nxxple. The pain brought tears to her eyes, and Rosen had no choice but to continue eating the food he forced upon her.
Once she stopped resisting, Iscarion’s oppressive demeanor softened immediately. After feeding her the soup, his tongue lingered in her mouth, swirling gently. Their bodies pressed together, warm lips soothing her. His hand slowly stroked her back and waist, filling Rosen with a strange sensation.
“…Uhh, ah.”
“Shh, good girl.”
He cooed softly, sucking on her lips. The kiss was slow and tender, almost unbelievable. Unlike the punishment-like pleasure she had felt when he forcefully stimulated her earlier, his current gentleness elicited a different kind of response. This was almost like the first kiss she had sometimes imagined, blushing alone.
A memory from her childhood surfaced. During a summer vacation, when she had difficulty eating hard food, he had chewed it for her and fed her. Even now, she was taking food from his mouth, but unlike back then, the way his tongue and lips moved made her blush. The situation, though similar, felt completely different, making her abdomen tighten and her body squirm with embarrassment.
