Mirror, Mirror on the Wall, Who's the Witch of Fate’s Great Call - Chapter 9
He asked in a rougher tone, his eyes no longer calm but intense, like turbulent waves directed at her.
“Does my name really matter in this situation?”
Kalynia stifled a laugh to hide her discomfort.
“Call me whatever Your Majesty wishes. Whatever you choose to say tonight will be my name.”
What would you like to call me?
She whispered in a soft voice, her arms wrapped around his neck.
Vylon’s lips moved as if he was about to say something, but instead, he kissed her again, this time with even less restraint.
As his tongue pressed insistently inward, Kalynia’s eyes began to tear up. She desperately wanted to put him to sleep. Carefully, she took out the anesthetic needle.
Where should she stick it in this foolish man who was so blinded by desire?
His neck was the best option, but it kept moving as he kissed her. His waist was another option, but the thick bear pelt made it difficult.
She slid her hand under his clothing, feeling for his skin, causing Vylon to tense up and lower his head.
“You’ve got a solid body.”
Kalynia remarked, trying to appear as though she was simply excited by him, hoping he wouldn’t notice anything strange.
Apparently reassured, Vylon resumed his kisses, his lips smacking as they pressed against hers.
Kalynia gripped the anesthetic needle firmly, looking for a soft spot to insert it, but his waist was more muscular than she’d expected, leaving her uncertain if the needle would even go in.
Switching her strategy, she decided to target his backside.
“You’re more assertive than you look,” Vylon commented, placing a hand on her waist with an oddly pleased tone.
“Do you prefer someone who stands there frozen like a wooden doll? If that’s what you want, I’ll be still.”
Despite her words, Kalynia tugged at his pants, trying to pull them down. However, the belt made it difficult.
She had no choice but to undo the belt first, though she only had one free hand with the other holding the needle.
“No, it’s more exciting when you’re assertive.”
“Then stay still for a moment. This belt is making me lose my patience.”
Kalynia snapped as she struggled with the belt, nearly tempted to toss the needle away to use both hands.
As she kept fumbling, Vylon chuckled softly.
“Here, let me help.”
He finally unbuckled his belt himself. Though she was glad it was done, Kalynia felt irritated by his mocking laugh.
Laugh all you want while you can. When you wake up, you’ll only see an empty space where the mirror once was.
Kalynia smirked inwardly, and in a sudden move, slapped him on the backside.
Vylon’s eyes widened in surprise.
What’s that look for?
With a bold stare, she quickly jabbed the needle in.
The anesthetic was strong enough to take down a bear, and Kalynia had full confidence in its effectiveness.
Just ten seconds and he’ll collapse, snoring until morning…
Relaxed as her plan unfolded smoothly, Kalynia was caught off guard when she suddenly felt her feet lift off the ground.
“Aah!”
She cried out in surprise.
The man, who had lifted her by the legs, laid her onto the bed almost roughly. Before the bed had even stopped bouncing, Vylon was already between her legs.
“You’ve got some nerve, Princess. Are you alright?”
Perhaps he thought she was acting brazenly because she was drunk. Kalynia figured he assumed she was a reckless princess causing trouble under the influence.
“I haven’t had a single sip of alcohol.”
She replied primly, prompting a faint smirk from Vylon.
He began stripping off his layers, tossing aside the bear pelt he had over his shoulders, then quickly unbuttoned his shirt as if tearing it off.
Meanwhile, Kalynia mentally counted down.
…But something was wrong.
She had long since reached ten seconds, yet he showed no signs of collapsing.
Why isn’t he passing out?
The needle was still lodged between his hip and waist, so it was strange. She wondered if his excitement was delaying the anesthetic’s effects.
“Your Majesty…”
Needing more time, Kalynia pushed him back as he kissed her, even as he hurried to undress her.
His brow furrowed in frustration, seemingly displeased at being pushed away.
“Please, go slowly. This is my first time, after all.”
She affected a shy voice, and Vylon inhaled deeply, his chest rising with each breath.
“My nameless princess, where did that boldness of yours go?”
