Something was being fed into her mouth. She instinctively tried to close her mouth, but fingers pinching her chin did not allow resistance. Warm liquid slid across her tongue and down her throat.
It tasted like tea.
Nelly jolted, as if suddenly awakening. She tried to open her eyes, her vision blurry, but she could still distinguish the person before her – Kalsas.
An unprecedented fear surged like a full moon tide. Nelly coughed, futilely trying to spit out the tea. But it was too late; she could feel the tea had already taken effect.
First, a warmth that could melt hearts spread from her belly to her entire body, making her lazy and unwilling to move. This sensation climbed along the tail of her consciousness, forcefully pulling and tugging until her awareness became increasingly blurry. The temperature was like a powerful hand, gently brushing over her, smoothing out all unwilling waves like the folds of a silk garment, leaving no trace.
The brown-haired girl blinked, her gaze gradually settling on Kalsas, murmuring, “Karl?”
Kalsas had a tender smile at the corners of his mouth, though the curve didn’t reach his eyes: “I’m here.”
Nelly widened her eyes, her gaze clear as an autumn sky, looking confused, and mumbled: “I… what happened to me?” She struggled to raise her hand and touch her neck, wincing at the pain.
“There was an accident.”
You were injured,” Kalsas’ expression unchanged, the knife-like coldness in his eyes gradually softening. He placed one hand on Nelly’s waist, his lips touching the barely-stopped bleeding wound, breathing out, slightly raising his eyes with a particularly ambiguous tone: “But it’s nothing.”
Saying this, he extended his tongue and lightly licked the wound’s edges before calmly chanting a spell, the wound immediately healing at a visible speed. The bloody wound was instantly replaced by soft new skin.
Nelly was dazed, her breath uneven, her voice hoarse: “You…”
Kalsas lowered his eyes and smiled softly, saying lightly: “Now, let’s handle this wound.”
Kalsas lowered his eyes and smiled slightly, looking down at her intently. His expression was focused and affectionate, yet so intense it exceeded rational boundaries, as if he wanted to delineate her image with his gaze and carefully preserve it in his heart. He walked to the canopied bed in the inner room and carefully laid Nelly down.
Nelly tried to turn her face away, embarrassed, but Kalsas held her chin firmly, speaking flatly: “May I kiss you?”
He didn’t wait for her response and put his words into practice.
It began with a pure lip touch, from light to heavy, from slow to urgent, carefully sweeping every inch of her lips. After a moment, Karl Sas temporarily stopped, his hands supporting her face, looking down at her. His expression was tender, but deep red eyes hid a brilliance as sharp as a blade’s edge, cold and dazzling.
This gaze was sharp, piercing into the confused girl’s heart, causing her to involuntarily shrink and weakly resist: “I… I’m tired.”
Karl Sas leaned down silently, this time not just a gentle touch, but maliciously devouring Nelly’s lips.
Soon, Nelly felt her lips swelling and painful. When she opened her mouth, her words of complaint were crushed before they could be spoken. She tried to struggle, but her hand was pressed down. Karl Sas’s fingers intertwined tightly with hers, creating a rhythm like a dance.
His hands and lips remained cool, but everywhere they touched, tiny flames emerged.
She turned her head to one side, wanting to escape the fire ignited from outside, but found nowhere to run. He was meticulous, giving her no chance to breathe.
In this almost suffocating friction, her strength was extinguished along with her consciousness.
The demon lord, looking like a young boy, lowered his long, feminine eyelashes, casting a dark layer over his eyes, smooth and enchanting. In his eyes, she was reflected, appearing fragile and powerless. He gradually leaned closer, his eyes filled with fire as he said hoarsely: “Nelly, you are mine.”
He sealed her lips with a kiss: “Here.”
Brushing back her hair, kissing her smooth forehead: “Here.”
Following the wound previously cut by the dagger, gently brushing his lips on her neck: “Here.”
Trailing down the neck’s curve. His fingers elegantly untied the ribbon, pulling the sky-blue silk, touching the buttons and skillfully releasing the pearl buttons one by one.
Stopping at the collarbone’s hollow, breathing into her skin: “And here.”
Nelly panicked slightly: “Karl…”
His other hand slid over her bare foot, finding her knee. His fingers disappeared into the puffy, wave-like azure skirt. He slightly raised his eyes, his seductive smile: “And here.”
“No…”
Resistance was futile.
“Here.”
“Stop… stop…
“
Objections were invalid.
Karl Sas’s enchanting voice sounded low by her ear: “All of you is mine.”
Before him, everything outside his will was invalid. Nelly could only accept sinking into consciousness, all the way to the deepest point.
It was cold and dark there, yet the surface surged continuously, waves beating rhythmically.
★, Chapter 15: Doll
An unusually good day in the demon city. Early morning sunlight penetrated the heavy curtains, falling on the bedding, its warmth causing Nelly to turn over.
The arm around her waist immediately tightened, a hoarse voice whispered by her ear: “Awake?”
Nelly bit her lip and responded softly, appearing somewhat shy.
Karl Sas laughed softly, the slight vibration transmitted through her back, causing her cheeks to deepen in color.
“I love you, Nelly,” Karl Sas’s ink-black hair brushed against her shoulder, slightly ticklish.
Nelly lowered her eyes, lost in thought.
Dissatisfied with her response, Karl Sas rested his chin in her neck’s hollow, his tone colder than before: “You are mine.”
“Yes.”
Still not satisfied.
“Umm! Karl…”
“You are mine. Whatever you want, I’ll give you.”
In the chaos, the girl tilted her head back, her breath disorderly, turning away. During a moment when he lowered his head to kiss her, her eyes dropped. Her deep sea-colored eyes were numb and hollow, but gradually began to ripple. A clear and sharp light flashed briefly.
Her hand, hanging by her side, tightly gripped the silk bed curtain before finally releasing it.
She curled her fingers, her nails sinking deep into her palm.
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Mezz in the Vildoya royal capital was in complete chaos: The kingdom’s little princess, known as the Rose Princess Rosalia, had disappeared. The royal family remained tight-lipped, giving rise to countless speculations.
On the fourth day, the royal advisor posted a proclamation on behalf of the king, announcing that Princess Rosalia had been kidnapped by the evil Demon King Karsas. The respected King Clove II called upon all warriors to venture to the border’s demon’s lair and defeat the demon king. The warrior who slays the demon king would receive generous rewards from the king and blessings from the divine.
Not just Mez, but the entire continent was stirred by this proclamation.
Mez’s blacksmith shops suddenly boomed with business. Forging furnaces worked non-stop, with masters and apprentices tirelessly crafting the best equipment, sparks flying everywhere.
The western part of the city was concentrated with weapon and armor shops. Those seeking equipment from blacksmiths were mostly mercenaries and soldiers. The true knights had long been prepared, carrying long spears and swords, riding horses and accompanied by servants, setting out on their journey.
As they left the city, the knights’ armor gleamed brightly. Various colored cloaks spread in the wind, embroidered with family crests. They were greeted by the cheers and flower rain of the people.
