Come and Cry at My Funeral - Chapter 129
trigger warning: dubcon/noncon
Weak, through and through
“Ah, ah, uh…!”
As her swallowed parts were roughly ravaged by his mouth, her hips jerked like a taut bowstring every time his tongue pressed and touched her.
The left side, which wasn’t teased by his tongue, was being roughly squeezed by his fingers. There was a brief pain, but it was a strange sensation mixed with a tingling stimulus.
Her mind became hazy, as if covered in fog.
“Nnnngh, ah, hahn—”
She could only make sounds in response to Izar’s stimulation, as if only the instinct to tremble remained. When he pulled his lips away and lightly bit the neglected peak, heat surged as his hand caressed her bare back.
If it were another man, she would have screamed and resisted more, but this was Izar. That made it even more confusing. Her mind was a chaotic mess, like a river muddied by a heavy storm.
‘Is it right to struggle in this situation?’
Hadn’t she dreamed of such a moment?
A moment that felt like proof she was truly his wife, intertwining her body with his.
“Angh…!”
The moment that thought entered, an unbearable ticklish sensation blossomed deep in her core. She knew that when a woman felt pleasure, an unbearable tingling would arise there, and that it was said only a man’s thick flesh could relieve it.
In their previous consummation, she had been too distracted to feel anything like this.
“Ah, ah, it’s strange, ah!”
Her body heated up like melting wax. But amidst the sudden surge of heat, she heard a dreadful sneer.
〈If they see you like this… what do you think they’ll assume? That you’re a wh-re, of course. They’ll think you spread your legs like the lowborn sl-t that you truly are.〉
Why was that woman’s horrible voice echoing in her mind now? Why was the memory of what happened at the Antares mansion so vividly returning?
She desperately wanted to forget those awful memories, yet the cursed words she heard that day kept replaying in her mind.
〈Your mother had the courage to spread her legs before another woman’s husband, but she pissed herself when faced with a dagger. It was so disgusting.〉
The fear and humiliation she felt that day gripped her limbs again. If she succumbed now, would she become the lowly woman that woman had called her?
“No…”
Freesia panted, swallowing the heat spreading through her breath.
Her whole body was desperately crying out to be loved. To cast aside pride and priorities and just embrace him once.
To forget the fear, anger, and resentment planted by the Antares family on the day of the banquet. To close her eyes just once, now that he seemed to see her as a woman.
“Hiic… No, this can’t be right.”
But Freesia bit back her desperate desire and pleaded. She was in such a rush that she had no room for politeness.
“I begged… I begged you, I pled with you…”
That night he called her to his bedroom at the Duke’s castle.
〈I don’t want to end up like my mother. Even though I love you, Duke, I don’t want to be embraced by you without being loved in return.〉
Even if he didn’t love her as much as she loved him, she wanted to give herself to him when he at least cherished her a little.
That was her last shred of pride.
At that time, Izar had mockingly not touched a single hair of hers.
Now he looked down at her, pinned so she couldn’t escape. His face wasn’t clear due to the glare of the light behind him, but his golden eyes flashed like a beast’s, making it hard for her to breathe.
“You said you harbor affection for me.”
At his question, her entire body stiffened instantly. When she came to discuss their future, she thought she could handle her feelings well. She believed that by the time she completed the task the gods had asked of her, it would certainly be possible.
“Was that a lie?”
But with just one question from Izar, her resolve crumbled completely. As he waited with a furrowed brow, Freesia managed to whisper in a suppressed voice.
“N-No…”
Not once had it been a lie. On the contrary, she felt so wronged for having such unbearable feelings that she wanted to cover her eyes with her arms.
But she couldn’t even move her arms at will. As soon as she uttered those broken words, Izar would invade her mouth again, making it pointless.
His kiss was relentless, taking her breath away whenever she made the slightest sound, pressing in as if he wouldn’t leave a single part of her untouched. Her mind was a mess the entire time he devoured her lips. But when he pulled away and whispered, she understood.
“Then you don’t need any other man in your life.”
“Nnh…”
“Not now, not ever.”
Freesia’s face contorted with a tear-streaked expression. Even though she already knew it, being pierced by his words in this manner made it feel brand new.
She realized she was thoroughly weak in front of Izar. From her status to her heart, everything.
