What Became of the Tyrant After the Pregnant Empress Left - Chapter 1
“Your Majesty, please… Ugh. Please have mer— agh!”
The woman’s words were interrupted by rough actions. Her body jerked several times as she received merciless attacks in her most vulnerable places from the man’s movements.
For someone who had grown up delicately all her life, the long-term relationship was closer to agony than pleasure. Seeing her struggling for breath, one might have expected some leniency, but the tyrant of the empire was relentless even in bed.
“This won’t stir my heart. Put in a little more effort, Empress.”
As if proving his exceptional stamina, he remained unscathed except for a slightly disrupted breath. He continued to defile and ravage the delicate woman in heat with unwavering vigor.
The spacious bed rocked incessantly. The hot breath mixed with chaotic friction sounds, heating up the room.
“Your Majesty, ugh, please… please.”
Ysaris Tennilath, the platinum-haired empress, forced strength into her trembling, sweet tongue. She struggled to speak properly, but her shaking body did not aid her.
It wasn’t just a matter of reciting countless etiquette lessons to end up like this.
Ysaris clenched her teeth and tightly shut her eyes before opening them again. In her dizzying vision, she saw the man who always made her miserable.
Kazhan Tennilath. The Emperor of the Uzephia Empire.
His jet-black hair, a sign of royal lineage, stood out. As his peculiarly gleaming red eyes seemed to stubbornly scrutinize her face, Ysaris reluctantly spoke.
“You know, don’t you. There are still many… children starving to death.”
Please, please.
Ysaris’ desperate plea for mercy wasn’t for her own sake. If it had been for herself, she wouldn’t have begged so pitifully.
Did he tell her to try harder? That his heart wasn’t moved.
It wasn’t about their intimacy. When she came to him, appealing for help upon hearing news of increased taxes in their territory, it meant he wanted her to persuade him more.
Physically. Verbally. Until he was satisfied enough to lower the taxes.
She was the only reason she undressed herself.
“If that’s the end, it’s disappointing. You don’t seem desperate yet, do you?”
“No, I am!”
Thud, her head snapped back sharply from the rough action. The pain blurred her vision in painful pleasure.
She should be thinking about the people. But as her body trembled, it was unclear what exactly she was begging for. Feeling utterly subdued by the Emperor only intensified the self-loathing.
How did it come to this?
Ysaris, amidst her chaotic mind, clumsily reached for the conqueror’s arm. Passing through thick forearms and sturdy shoulders, she barely managed to wrap her arms around his neck, as if pulling herself closer.
It was an instinctive action. Whether it was to achieve a goal or to satisfy physical desires. Unknowingly, she looked up at Kazhan with tear-stricken eyes.
“Please… ugh, please!”
Thud, her body trembled. A dull moan escaped, with her muscles stiffening and convulsing.
Ysaris closed her eyes, feeling the sensation of something viscous filling her insides.
Her entire reddened torso, which had been vigorously worked and sucked on, also bore faint red streaks where tears had pooled and smeared.
It wasn’t the first or second time she had been physically abused by him. However much she despised it, mixing bodies with her husband was an unavoidable duty, and too much time had passed for her to feel revulsion anymore.
Just. Yes, just.
Ysaris felt profound exhaustion. Within the confines she could never escape, all she could do was swallow her unwanted moans as much as possible in this undesired relationship.
Miserably.
“If the Empress cries like this, I cannot resist,”
It was then that a low voice squeezed her thoughts.
Though he knew it wasn’t genuine crying, his tone as he spat out words felt arrogant, as if she were using compassion as a mere tool.
The act of pulling her down to the floor and running his lips over the liquid smeared around her eyes was oddly affectionate.
No, even that was a manifestation of desire. Kazhan was always restless because he couldn’t fully possess her.
It had been like that since they first met. The Kazhan who Ysaris remembered, with burning eyes, never diverted his gaze from her as if he were deeply engrossed.
<Why did you abandon me?>
Betrayal? Love and hatred?
She couldn’t discern the exact emotions reflected in his fiery red eyes. In the first place, she didn’t know why he treated her like this.
At that time, there was no relationship whatsoever with the Emperor of Uzephia, let alone any acquaintance.
“Empress.”
A husky voice echoed nearby. Ysaris opened her weary eyes to meet his crimson gaze.
“Yes, Your Majesty…”
“Lately, you seem unusually tired. Is there something wrong with your body?”
Ysaris stared blankly at Kazhan.
What she glimpsed from that tyrant’s eyes couldn’t possibly be concern. It was likely a remark made to taunt or mock her.
The following words confirmed her suspicion.
“You are mine, so take care of yourself properly.”
“…I, I apologize. I have been tired lately.”
Unmistakably, there was a discomfort stemming from possessiveness. It seemed as if a toy had been damaged and thrown into a fit of anger.
Though her husband’s indifference could be hurtful, Ysaris felt rather relieved. Even when Kazhan occasionally behaved strangely, she could see through to his true intentions and hold no grudge.
He even listens to her requests whenever he hugs her. He also takes care of her body more than she does.
It was all part of the mockery. The emperor’s whim to play with her for a long time.
So she won’t give him a single piece of her heart until the end.
For over a year now, Kazhan Tennilath had been living as her husband…
He was the enemy who had killed her fiancé.
