Tamed Monster - Chapter 22
His gaze followed down to the woman’s collarbone, where she wore a peach-colored evening dress matching the dress code.
Gulp.
‘Looks delicious.’
The gloomy monster felt appetite stir after a long time and quickly looked away before she noticed.
“You know, Wife.”
“…Yes?”
“Do I have to keep coming to these things? It’s really a pain.”
The Duke naturally had many duties, both inside and outside the home. But a monster who had learned nothing except plunder and slaughter was unsure if he could continue blending among humans like this.
The look in his wife’s eyes carried a trace of pity.
“That can’t be helped I’m afraid, Duke.”
Unless Rossa, who was constantly nagging her, disappeared, Sylvia found it hard to let her husband rest. And if Rossa didn’t intervene, the Crown Prince likely would disrupt his rest.
The two had always been very close. Sylvia had realized this from her previous private meeting with the Crown Prince. Their relationship went beyond mere blood ties; they were closely bound in mutual advantage.
The Duke’s expression softened slightly, seeming pleased by her gentle comfort. He nodded, as if resigned to being dragged along. Sylvia rubbed her neck, chilled by the sharp winter wind.
The monster’s gaze followed her hand.
“…”
As she gently stroked her pale skin, the monster traced her slender neck with his eyes, struggling to suppress the rising hunger in his stomach.
‘Why am I like this?’
The monster suddenly went deep into thought.
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That evening, Kuinan returned to the castle, still lost in contemplation.
‘Why did I feel hungry?’
He wondered about the strong appetite he felt for the woman.
For monsters, the line between hunger and lust was thin. Most couldn’t clearly distinguish between the desire to mate and the desire to devour. Especially for this monster, who had never mated in his 300-year life, he struggled for a long time to grasp the true nature of his desires.
The word ‘hunger’ often meant being famished or having an intense craving.
Through unconscious reflection, Kuinan roughly figured out the answer. His subconscious knew what he wanted, but his conscious mind was still lost.
After wracking his brain until 9 p.m., he gave up and decided to go see his wife, who was downstairs.
He heard faint voices mixed with the sharp yelling of an old woman.
He stealthily approached Rossa’s room.
Raising his hand to knock, he paused when he caught the tense conversation through the door. Instead, he climbed over the window to Rossa’s balcony and eavesdropped. The conversation went like this,
“Are you sleeping together?”
“Yes. Every day.”
“So you’ve had relations?”
Sylvia fell silent. The monster smirked. After a few seconds, the heavily powdered woman screeched. Then what is the meaning of sleeping together?
“Have you been listening to me?! I told you to get pregnant as soon as possible before Lancart comes to his senses!”
The woman treated her daughter-in-law like an object. Or worse than that.
The monster thought this woman would get along well with his kind. She cared only about herself and didn’t consider others’ feelings at all, exactly like a monster’s way of thinking.
Kuinan watched their standoff with great interest.
“I’m trying. I’ve grown closer to the Duke lately…”
“Who told you to date my son? I said to have relations! Just strip and jump him and it’ll happen! My son’s not impotent.”
The monster’s arousal, who is not important, stirred.
