What Became of the Tyrant After the Pregnant Empress Left - Chapter 123
Kazhan and Ysaris’s first night as a married couple was tumultuous and brutal.
Ysaris, who had resolved to die rather than surrender her body to the enemy who had killed her fiancé and brought her homeland to its knees, was defiant. Meanwhile, Kazhan, believing that Ysaris’s body was all he had left of her, intended to take her by force if necessary.
Their words were filled with resentment and hatred, scorn and arrogance. Kazhan invoked the name of Pyrein to prevent Ysaris from ending her own life, and despite being scratched and clawed all over by her short nails, he took her as he pleased.
There were countless encounters until Ysaris reached the point of utter despair and emotional desolation. Over the following months, her resistance and struggles, though futile, eventually subsided. Only then did Kazhan’s body stop bearing new scars.
Though Ysaris was the clear victim in their relationship…
“You belong to me.”
‘You were mine, weren’t you? Just as I gave myself to you, didn’t you swear to love me for the rest of your life?’
‘If you won’t love me again, then at least give me your body. That would make it fair, wouldn’t it?’
‘Because I’ll still live my entire life tied to you.’
“So, don’t push me away…”
Kazhan couldn’t tell if this moment was a dream, a memory, or reality. Consumed by overwhelming lust, his hands trembled as he pleaded.
‘Don’t reject me. Don’t push me away or despise me. Accept me willingly.’
His appearance was almost that of someone haunted by trauma. The fragile self-delusions and consolations he had clung to crumbled along with his unraveling reason.
In all the nights he had taken her, half out of vengeance, the wounds weren’t Ysaris’s alone.
“…I love you.”
A tear slipped from his sharp jawline, unnoticed by him.
Even now, his dim, lifeless eyes couldn’t focus on Ysaris. But her pale hands gently cupped his face.
“You know I don’t even remember kissing you, right?”
There was a tone suggesting that going any further was too much for her. Kazhan closed his eyes, wondering how to suppress his burning desire that screamed for him to take her. That was when Ysaris tugged his face forward.
Peck.
“…!”
His eyes widened, and for some reason, Ysaris’s smile entered his vision. Before he could even question the clarity of his sight, she spoke again.
“…But since we’ve done everything before, maybe we can think of this as catching up on neglected obligations.”
Her voice carried an awkwardness, as though embarrassed by her words. Kazhan stared blankly, trying to process her meaning. Ysaris, meanwhile, continued rambling nervously.
“After all, I’m already a mother, and you’re my husband. If you’re not forcing me, I don’t see why I should refuse… so stop crying—mmph!”
Her words were cut off as their lips met.
Kazhan devoured her breath greedily. When his thick tongue traced the line of her lips, teasing the barrier, Ysaris flinched. Then the boundary gave way, and his tongue explored the depths of her mouth, pressing against her palate and sweeping over her tongue with relentless intensity.
Caught in the unfamiliar, slippery sensation, Ysaris struggled to breathe. When Kazhan’s hands found their way beneath her dress again, she flinched but then wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Ah, mm… Cain, to the bed… Let’s go to the bed.”
“As you wish.”
Effortlessly, Kazhan lifted Ysaris into his arms and carried her to the bed. Despite leaving a trail of soft kisses on her as he moved, neither of them noticed how much stronger and steadier he seemed compared to his earlier condition.
Clothes piled up quickly beside the bed. Though the renewed physical connection brought discomfort at first, the pain soon dissolved into waves of pleasure. Kazhan knew her body far too well, and Ysaris was too inexperienced to resist his skill.
“Ah, n-no… stop… ah!”
“You said you wouldn’t refuse me.”
“That’s… ah, mm…! Cain, no, ah!”
Ysaris accepted him again and again, powerless against the overwhelming pleasure she was experiencing for the first time. When she flailed helplessly, he held her hands. When she whimpered that she couldn’t go on, he kissed her until the protests faded.
Kazhan coaxed and soothed her tenderly, even as he continued to sow his seed in her trembling body. He reveled in the way she, no matter how exhausted, couldn’t bring herself to reject him entirely and instead embraced him. It was only when her consciousness began to falter that he regained control over his instincts.
“Ysaa.”
“….”
Ysaris had no strength left to respond, nor any voice to offer. Her tired blue eyes glared at her infuriating husband before fluttering shut.
As she drifted off into a deep sleep, Kazhan withdrew from her. His thick length, still coated in sticky fluids and half-hard, didn’t concern him. He covered Ysaris with a blanket and lay down beside her.
