What Became of the Tyrant After the Pregnant Empress Left - Chapter 121
“Krrr…”
Kazhan woke up, consumed by a burning thirst. His entire body was hot, sweat pouring down in streams.
He tried to grasp the situation, but his vision was blurry, and his senses jumbled together. He couldn’t tell where he was, let alone whether he was standing or lying down.
“Who dares…!”
Kazhan couldn’t finish his sentence. A gentle hand patting his shoulder as if to soothe him made him jerk upright, only for him to groan and clutch his head.
“Shh, it’s all right, dear.”
“Ysaa?”
Despite the muffled sound, as if he were underwater, Kazhan understood the words. He squinted at the figure sitting beside him. His blurry vision couldn’t distinguish details, but he could discern a faint platinum sheen from the woman.
It was Ysaris’s color. Her voice and scent reached him a moment later.
“I found you collapsed in the dressing room, so I brought you to the nearest empty room…”
“Run.”
“Pardon?”
Kazhan swallowed the saliva pooling in his mouth and clenched his teeth. The moment he registered Ysaris’s presence, the heat in his body surged violently, pooling in one area. His lower body, straining painfully against his pants, triggered alarm bells in his mind.
This unnatural lust stemmed from an unnatural situation. His fevered body stoked a destructive urge, and Kazhan barely managed to clench his hand into a fist, pulling it back before it reached out instinctively.
“Right now, you need to run. Leave me. Immediately.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t know what I’ll do to you.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes, so…!”
Kazhan’s eyes widened. For a moment, his mind froze, unable to comprehend the situation.
The soft sensation on his lips felt unreal. Even more so was the hand exploring his lower abdomen.
“You look like you need help, dear.”
The woman’s sultry whisper after breaking the kiss shook Kazhan’s wavering reason. His bloodshot eyes, clouded by an unknown drug or magic, lost their focus entirely.
“You can do whatever you want. I’m your wife, after all. I’ll accept everything gladly.”
“…Ysaa.”
“Yes, Cain. I’m your Ysaa. So…”
“Oh!”
Kazhan didn’t wait any longer. He buried his face in the woman’s neck, inhaling her familiar scent deeply. Hastily attempting to undress her, he ended up tearing the fabric over her chest.
Rip.
“There’s no need to rush—ah!”
The woman’s attempts to soothe him were futile. Kazhan, biting down on the swell of her chest and groping wildly between her legs, seemed to have lost all control.
‘Yes, this is how it should be. He should want me this desperately.’
Runellia, disguised as Ysaris, smiled inwardly. Even if he desired the Empress instead of her, what did it matter?
As long as she bore the Emperor’s child, she could push aside the Empress, who had nothing but her looks, and seize her world. She had no doubt. Unlike the half-breed Cernian, she could give birth to a legitimate black-haired heir of the Tennilath bloodline.
“Dear, you’ll hold me lovingly, won’t you?”
Runellia purred as she loosened Kazhan’s belt. Saliva pooled in her mouth at the massive presence straining against his trousers.
According to Duke Barilio, the Emperor wouldn’t remember anything about tonight. So there was no need to hesitate or worry about indulging in whatever depravity she desired.
“…However.”
The voice that reached her then was shockingly low and husky. Convinced it was a promise to hold her gently, Runellia, who had been about to pull out the imposing length hidden beneath his trousers, froze as her hand was caught. She looked up at him.
Those lightless red eyes were staring directly at her.
“Who are you?”
“…!”
Runellia faltered for a moment but quickly noticed the lack of focus in Kazhan’s eyes. She forced herself to remain calm. Her face hadn’t changed, so if he truly saw her, he wouldn’t have asked. There was no need to fear.
“Who do you mean? It’s me, Ysaris.”
“No, you’re a fake.”
“Why would you say that? It’s me, dear!”
“You don’t plan to confess, then.”
Kazhan grabbed the woman’s neck, squeezing tightly. Even as the sound of her choking reached him, his mind was elsewhere.
Though his senses were muddled and overwhelmed by heat, he could tell the difference.
This wasn’t Ysaris’s body.
Her responses, her actions, her words—none of them matched Ysaris.
At first, he was confused, but the more he touched her, the more certain he became. This woman was not Ysaris. She didn’t even wear the wedding ring they shared on her left ring finger.
Then, who…
