What Became of the Tyrant After the Pregnant Empress Left - Chapter 24
<It would be best to keep the pregnancy hidden for now. Who knows how His Majesty the Emperor will react to the child of Her Majesty the Empress.>
<Are you suggesting that His Majesty might turn against Her Majesty?>
<Yes. If His Majesty doesn’t approve, keep the pregnancy hidden until it becomes visibly apparent. After that, it will be difficult to terminate the pregnancy with medicine, and His Majesty the Emperor may not force Empress to undergo abortion.>
It was plausible advice. If it weren’t for the subsequent intentions, Ysaris might have held Dr. Lafaro in higher esteem.
<If by chance His Majesty changes his mind during this time, please come to me anytime. Only I know about the Empress’s pregnancy, so if we handle it quietly before it’s too late, no one will know.>
a far-fetched remark.
Ysaris pushed Dr. Lafaro’s bespectacled face out of her mind. She didn’t entirely trust the temporary alliance with the physician, but decided to heed his advice.
Concealing the pregnancy and testing the Emperor’s reaction.
“I’ve been advised to refrain from strenuous activities until my body returns to normal. It shouldn’t matter much anyway, since Your Majesty has the Empress as a consort.”
Kazhan gave her a sideways glance at her unnecessary remark. There was only one reason she would mention Runellia as a substitute.
“It sounds like you’re refusing to share my bed.”
“I was merely conveying the physician’s words.”
Blue eyes and red eyes met squarely in the air. Kazhan hadn’t been particularly affectionate towards Ysaris lately, but feeling rejected for no reason made him slowly rise from his seat.
“Is there a reason I should follow those words?”
“Don’t you care about my well-being?”
“Taking medicine should be sufficient.”
“There’s no need for you to sleep with me. After all, no matter how much we intertwine, a child won’t be conceived…”
“Empress.”
Kazhan, who had suddenly appeared in front of Ysaris, leaned threateningly close. His gaze, sharp like a predator stalking its prey, bore into her.
“Do you think I sleep with you because of a child?”
Ysaris was taken aback by Kazhan’s sudden intensity, but she managed to maintain a calm expression.
What does this mean? Is he saying he doesn’t want a child with Ysaris? After treating her like prey all this time?
What were his intentions if she had become pregnant?
She scrutinized Kazhan carefully, unsure of what to believe. Considering how to obtain the information she desired, she opted for a direct approach.
“Isn’t that true?”
Ysaris’s question caused Kazhan’s lips to twist awkwardly. Though he always had something to say, he found himself at a loss for words this time.
His embrace of Ysaris was proof of their relationship. Beyond marking her as his possession, it traced traces of their past through their ongoing connection.
Occasionally, when Ysaris succumbed to instinct and embraced him, he found comfort. It was the only time he indulged in satisfaction.
Now that she was here, the only thing he could take from Ysaris was her body. So, isn’t it inevitable that he would grasp that at least to the fullest?
…To her, who saw him as an enemy, it would be endlessly cursed.
“Do you still not understand your role? You’re nothing more than my prize. Even if you were to bear a royal child, I have no intention of treating you differently, so abandon any futile hopes.”
Kazhan’s words were cold and decisive.
That was the nature of their relationship. Building a happy household with Ysaris now was never within the realm of possibility.
Since the moment she betrayed him, their fate had been sealed. Bringing her hastily into his life had only complicated the empire’s politics further.
So then…
“It means you should quietly offer your body as you’ve done until now. That’s your only use.”
Kazhan didn’t wait for Ysaris’s response. He grabbed her head and devoured her lips in one swift motion. Ignoring her wide, startled eyes, he expertly fumbled with her dress.
“Hah, mmph…! Not here, mmp!”
Ysaris resisted the sudden act, but Kazhan’s mouth and hands restrained her. Despite her shock and struggles, her clothes were stripped away mercilessly, the inappropriate setting only adding to her distress.
Her impulsive provocation in his office had been a mistake. She hadn’t expected to be pounced upon so suddenly. Her body, conditioned by their persistent coupling, betrayed her by eagerly accepting him, heightening her arousal against her will.
“Nngh, ah… Mm, hah!”
“You’re trying so hard to stay quiet because we’re in the office, aren’t you?”
Ysaris’s face flushed crimson, her hand clamped tightly over her mouth. Her body trembled, occasionally jerking upwards in response to the overwhelming sensations coursing through her lower half.
Gasps of pleasure escaped between her teeth as she struggled for breath. Ysaris felt her mind slipping away, overwhelmed by the tension and shame of potentially being overheard outside.
This isn’t right. They shouldn’t be doing this…
Her vision blurred as violent waves of pleasure crashed over her. The feeling of being reduced to nothing more than a doll for his bedchamber tainted her emotions, turning them into a chaotic whirlpool.
The tears of misery that rolled down her cheeks were soon absorbed by Kazhan’s insistent lips.
It was a cruel, nauseating desire.
