Chapter 37

Chapter 33: Man In the Dark (3)

“Stop!” Aran snarled. “If you were in your right mind, you would never dare sully the empress of the empire!”

“I’m always out of my mind. I’m always wanting you, Empress,” the dark shadowy figure finally parted his lips and Aran recognized his voice at once.

“Enoch?”

She was nervous. She had lost her strength. At the same time, mixed emotions of both fear and relief came over her. She was relieved that she did not need to show herself like this to some unknown stranger, but afraid that her authority meant nothing to him.

“Why? Did you want it to be another man?”

His thumb gently pressed against her sensitive parts.

“What… don’t do this…”

An appeal of honest fear slipped out. It was different from when she was scolding him earlier. She didn’t know it was Enoch then.

“Didn’t you come all the way to this place expecting something like those people who know no shame in the middle of the night?”

“No! Never! I just wanted to take a walk, to have a peace of mind…”

“You weren’t waiting for the duke?”

Waiting for who? Aran couldn’t understand what he was saying.

“What does that mean…?”

“Because it seems like you’re expecting to see him sneak out the banquet hall.”

“What?” Aran opened her lips blankly. His words were more shocking than any obscene words she ever heard.

“Unfortunately, he looked busy, so I came out in his stead. It isn’t courteous to leave a lady alone, after all.”

His red eyes bore deep into hers with complicated emotion. He bit her lips, roughly. Her bosom trapped inside the dress was seized by him.

“St-stop!”

“It must feel different. You were expecting someone else, weren’t you?”

“Don’t…”

Unlike her pleading lips, Aran’s flowery lips steadily moistened and welcomed Enoch’s fingers.

“Ah…”

The hand which pushed the shoulders of Enoch away suddenly clasped onto his collar. Nevertheless, she despised doing it in this place.

Enoch, in no hurry, rubbed his hand firmly over Aran’s thigh.

“Oh? It looks like you’re getting excited, Your Majesty.”

Was he thinking of doing it here? The sound of the slapping moaning sounds Aran heard earlier rang in her ears. Covered in the trees and darkness, she could easily guess that they were glued together like beasts.

As Enoch said, they knew no shame and he wanted to make her like them, he wanted to do it on this earthen soil.

She felt nauseous. The few sips of alcohol earlier made her stomach swirl in emptiness. Her body cooled off in an instant, immediately pushing and slapping Enoch’s shoulder hard.

Enoch shuffled his hand and looked at Aran in concern. He felt an air of unusualness.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

Aran couldn’t muster an answer. Soon as her lips broke free from him, she turned to the side, vomiting. A sour smell and wine-mixed gastric juice flowed out.

Enoch immediately took notice of the situation and rubbed her belly.

Aran felt nauseous, vomiting all the fluids i’m her stomach.

When the nausea finally subsided, Enoch wiped away the stain on the corner of her lips. Then, without a word, he held her in his arms and walked away.

Aran’s strength had been drained away. She had no choice but to be carried by him.