The hem of the sheer chemise was lifted, revealing her white underwear. After tying the gown into a knot at her waist, he pulled down the flimsy fabric, and her glistening folds came into view.
His thirst grew after seeing his mark on her flushed skin, so his lips moved upwards
And soon, her underwear was pulled down to her knees. Nabelâs lips touched the hem of her chemise instead of her soft skin, annoyed by the barrier it caused, he rolled it up to her stomach.
âAhh.â
Nabelâs lips brushed against the deep pink bushes. His skillful lips slowly descended, his tongue barely grazing her sensitive bud.
âAah!â
It was such an intense stimulus that her knees buckled, and she lost the strength in her legs almost immediately. Nabel grabbed her by the waist with one hand while lifting her leg and resting it over his shoulder. With her weight completely supported Nabel, once again, swept his tongue over the swollen bud.
Nabel didnât stop even after she came down from her peak. He was intoxicated by, the way she responded to his touch and the expressions she made as he pushed her to the height of pleasure. Since the day had just begun, he couldnât drag her to bed, so he was satisfied with a taste.
Nabelâs hand was drenched in her juices when he finally withdrew his fingers from her quivering depths. The warm liquid of love slowly flowed down his fingers to his wrist. He tilted his head back and smiled gently
Before she could say a word, Nabel bowed his head again, lapping up the overflow, drawing an unsteady sigh from her lips. After a few moments, he kissed her inner thigh before pulling out a handkerchief, wiping his hands, and dropping the damp cloth on the floor.
Nabel hugged her tightly and whispered, âOne moment, Iâll be right backâŠâ
He disappeared briefly, but when he returned, she never expected him to return with cosmetics. Nabel was holding a makeup brush coated with red powder and smiling at her reaction.
Bell shrank in size before jumping up and settling on her shoulder,
Her dark pink hair, which usually cascaded down her shoulders, was neatly styled on top of her head. The little jewels and the gold embellishments on her cape were dazzling under the sunlight.
Although her gaze was a little shaky, it was still confident as she looked straight ahead.
As the cheering wizards quieted down, the chiming sound of swaying bracelets pierced her ears.
What reassured her at that moment was Nabelâs warmth.
And in a split second, a slightly more confident gaze looked ahead.
Then, she locked eyes with Countess Rieda standing in the third row of the crowd.
Countess Rieda was in a very difficult situation now.
âI will go as the representative of the Southern Eastern Continent Temple.â
It felt good to speak to the temple head priest arrogantly.
The head priest ordered her to immediately report to the Western Continent and contact their âhelperâ from the Eastern Continent. The plan was to capture the Master of the Shinsu.
But she had no interest in the identity of a lowly slave.
As a result, she discovered Nabelâs identity only after she arrived in the Western Empire.
â⊠⊠?â
At first Countess Rieda thought she was mistaken.
Those features, gorgeous blonde hair and white gloves were all trademarks of the Imperial House of Iver.
The young emperor was so breathtaking, especially under the bright sunlight, that she could only admire him from a distance.
However, his face looked awfully familiar.
â⊠⊠!â
The moment she recognized him, Countess Rieda forgot her noble dignity and her jaw dropped.
âI, IâŠ!â
âWhy is that slave here?â
She quickly closed her mouth and didnât utter another word. At that moment, a black-haired knight guarding the emperor made eye contact with her.
The knight eyed Countess Rieda suspiciously, as if he knew exactly what she was planning to do.
âA Shinsu will only obey its masterâs orders.â
Countess Rieda tried to calm herself as she contemplated the temple priestâs words.
In actuality, the âhelperâ was a spy from the Eastern Continent, who revealed everything he knew about the Shinsu and its master. While Countess Rieda didnât know his true identity, she trusted that he had investigated well.
âIf the Master of the Shinsu lacks the will to harm people, the Shinsu is also unable to harm people.â
Countess Rieda had laughed gleefully at his words. According to the spy, the Shinsu had yet to killed anyone, so it would be easy to kidnap the owner.
âIn any case, you havenât passed the Trial of the Tower, so your security should be lax.â
With that in mind, Countess Rieda grew more confident and proceeded with the preparations for the plan.