Bridal Lessons - Chapter 28
As Rosen was finishing her meal, Iscarion fed her a sip of fresh fruit juice, gently tangling his tongue with hers. Her belly, now warm from the delicious soup, made her body relax, and the wet, mature sounds of their mingling saliva numbed her mind.
At some point, Rosen found herself unable to resist properly and was being led by him. When Iscarion bit her lower lip gently, she involuntarily responded with a soft moan. She couldn’t bring herself to strongly reject his tenderly massaging fingers on her nxxples and the soft kneading of her brxxsts through her clothes.
“That’s right, it’s okay…”
As Rosen’s slender back trembled like a flower stem, he patted her round bxttxcks encouragingly and pulled her closer. Hearing his low laugh when her stiffened tongue made a slight movement, Rosen finally snapped back to reality as he began unbuttoning her blouse with an unhurried hand.
‘This is insane!’
No matter how much she had liked Iscarion, she couldn’t let go of her pride and common sense like this. Despite being forcibly confined and subjected to such things, she had let her guard down just because his attitude had softened a little.
Besides, he wasn’t doing this out of affection. He was merely punishing her for breaking off the engagement first. His softer demeanor compared to before was likely a tactic to mock and tame her, and she had fallen for it so easily. She must seem so laughable to him.
Rosen was furious with herself for being so foolish. Her pathetic reaction filled her with shame and anger. She pushed Iscarion away forcefully, biting down hard on his lip. He slowly opened his eyes, raising one eyebrow as if to ask what she thought she was doing.
“Ack— sorry…”
Rosen was more shocked than she expected at how hard she had bitten him. She almost apologized instinctively but stopped herself. This was a situation where she had been forced into everything without her consent, so it was only right for her to be angry. Why should she apologize for defending herself?
In other relationships, she wouldn’t feel this way, but with him, she always felt like a fool. She had been unable to properly express her anger or ask questions around Iscarion for a long time.
She didn’t want to be like that anymore.
Rosen, softening her expression, fiercely shrugged off his hands as he tried to pull her back into his arms and quickly fled to a corner.
“Stop it, let go!”
“Come here, Rosie.”
“N-No, I said no!”
“…No?”
His deep blue eyes flashed with an inscrutable light as he stared intently at her.
“You don’t want me?”
Iscarion asked softly. Somehow, he seemed angrier than when she had bitten his lip. Despite being startled by his hardened expression, Rosen nodded firmly.
No matter how much it was a punishment, this was wrong and she disliked it. She doubted he planned to go all the way, but toying with her on the bed meant for another woman’s honeymoon was too much. Rosen hastily buttoned her blouse.
Looking up, she saw the mirror on the ceiling and felt another wave of humiliation. The memory of being tied up and exposed there, of being manipulated into degrading positions, came flooding back.
“Let me leave.”
Feeling even the soft sheets against her skin was unbearable, Rosen quickly slid off the bed. She didn’t want to stay on it any longer.
“Hah.”
With a short sigh, as if granting her request, Iscarion walked over to the chair in front of the table in the center of the room. He sat down slowly and stared directly at Rosen, who stood awkwardly by the bed. His familiar voice sounded chillingly cold.
“Fine. If you hate my bed so much, I’ll find a place more suited for you.”
“…A place suited for me?”
“Come here.”
In the quiet room, his low voice felt even more oppressive. The unusually commanding tone made Rosen instinctively follow his instructions. Remembering the previous incident frightened her, but the fact that she was now wearing proper clothes instead of pajamas was a small comfort.
Logically, being by the table where he sat seemed safer than the bed. Of course, this was only true from Rosen’s naive perspective.
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“Two steps closer.”
“Closer…?”
“Sit there.”
In front of the table, which was suitable for simple meals or tea time, were two chairs. Had he finally decided to talk things out? As Rosen tried to sit in the other chair, Iscarion lightly stopped her.
“No, Rosen.”
He pushed the chair she had pulled out back under the table and gestured at the floor in front of him.
“You need to sit in your place.”
“…”
His arrogant gaze directed her to the carpeted floor.
