No More Regrets, Just K*ll Me

 

TL/N: Hii. This chapter, by the way, is the R-19 version of the novel. It’s not much different from the R-15. Just some few lines were added, making it a little steamy. 

“What do you know to say something like that?”

Pierne retorted instinctively, overwhelmed by a surge of emotions. Phil scowled as if incredulous.

“Everyone in the world knows she cursed Princess Dorothea. And yet you still say that?”

“She might have regretted it. People can change.”

“No, Pierne. People don’t change. Can’t you see that, despite your constant beatings, I can’t keep my mouth shut?”

Phil’s words were quite convincing, given that he gave himself as an example. But Pierne stubbornly shook his head.

“People can change.”

“Why are you like this?”

“Because I’ve seen it.”

He had noticed that she had changed. Phil scratched his head and frowned at Pierne’s statement.

“Did she do something for you?”

“What?”

“It doesn’t make sense for you to now be so protective of Ariadeline, who you used to despise until just the other day.”

“What does that mean?”

“Did you see something?”

Phil sneered.

“Did you see her looking good with the Duke? Well, now that she’s a sinner, she’s no longer someone you can’t covet…”

Smack—!

Pierne felt his anger rising to the top of his head.

Who does he think he is, daring to speak like that?

The crude jokes aimed at the Duke were not what triggered his anger.

It was the filthy gaze directed at Ariadeline, the one who sang and smiled brightly.

But Pierne was so consumed by rage that he couldn’t distinguish between the two.

Phil, struck more forcefully than before, collapsed to the floor.

The surrounding knights thought Phil must have done something wrong again and tried to ignore it.

Pierne, known for his generally mild temperament, usually stopped at one blow. But contrary to their expectations, Pierne did not stop.

Thud! Bang, whack!

As he climbed on top of the fallen Phil and kept raining down punches, the knights suddenly realized this was not something they could just ignore.

Phil, who had been taking a one-sided beating, could no longer hold back and threw a punch at Pierne.

Thud!

His fist struck Pierne’s mouth, splitting his lip and causing blood to flow.

The knights, carrying firewood and passing food, hurriedly dropped what they were holding and ran toward them.

“Hey! Pierne! What’s going on?”

“What did Phil say this time?”

“Calm down, calm down. He’s always like this.”

“Ah! Stop it!”

“Enough! Both of you, stop!”

Several knights rushed in, holding Pierne back and pulling him away from Phil.

Phil’s face was covered in blood. His nose was bleeding, and blood was also flowing from his mouth.

But Pierne, seeming unsatisfied, tried to break free from the knights holding him back. The more he struggled, the more firmly the knights held onto his limbs.

“Phil! What did you say this time?”

“It’s not my fault this time!”

“Yeah, right!”

When someone shouted that, Phil, supported by another knight, pointed a finger and protested his innocence.

“That bastard is under the spell of the villainess!”

“What did you say?”

“What are you talking about?”

“He’s attacking me because I spoke badly of the villainess!”

At Phil’s words, everyone turned to look at Pierne. Pierne met the eyes of the knights staring at him.

Their expressions clearly conveyed disbelief.

Hah.

He let out a hollow laugh. At Pierne’s reaction, the other knights spoke up.

“Hey, that can’t be true. Pierne has always despised that villainess.”

“Yeah, he even seemed reluctant about the escort orders.”

They looked at Phil as if challenging him to defend himself. Phil pounded his bloodied chest, looking as if he were about to burst from injustice.

“It’s true!”

“Yeah.”

And then Pierne spat out,

“I am enchanted by that villainess, that’s right. Think what you want.”

Then, one by one, he began to shake off the knights holding him.

He thought that no matter how he explained, they wouldn’t believe him anyway. He had no desire to make them understand, and he didn’t want to talk about Ariadeline with someone who spoke of her that way.

He sat back down as if nothing had happened and began to add firewood to the flames.

Before quietly dragging Phil away, the surrounding knights looked at him with puzzled expressions.

☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓 ☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓

 

Carlothian suddenly lifted his head. It seemed noisy outside the carriage. The night was deep, and the camp preparations must be in full swing.

“Ah—”

At that moment, Ariadeline, suffering from her madness, let out a short cry while lying between the carriage sofa and Carlothian’s body.

Carlothian hurriedly covered her mouth.

As he held her down with one hand, she struggled and pushed his shoulder with both hands.

“Please, just be quiet, ugh!”

At that moment, a sharp pain shot through his hand, causing him to lose his grip on Ariadeline.

She opened her mouth as if she were about to scream. At the same moment, he heard the sound of knights passing outside.

Carlothian bent down urgently. There was only one way to handle this.

“Mmm.”

A small sound escaped from their entwined lips. And soon, her ragged breathing filled the air.

“Ugh, mmm.”

A strong hand pushed him away. Carlothian grabbed her thin wrist and firmly held it over her head.

As he tangled his legs with her struggling ones, the only sound in the carriage was the rustling of her dress.

Click.

But Ariadeline was not to be underestimated. As if she had bitten her tongue, a metallic taste spread through their entwined lips.

After a moment’s hesitation, he finally wrapped his arms around her body and pushed his tongue into her mouth.

‘You’re not giving me a moment to stay still.’

A soft, small tongue pressed against Carlothian’s tongue. The voice that couldn’t escape from her throat was suppressed and vanished like a moan.

Ariadeline, with her mouth open, struggled to swallow even her saliva as she received his intrusion.

For some reason, a sense of guilt arose in him, as if he was doing something terrible to someone who was not in their right mind.

“Haah…”

As he slightly pulled away, Ariadeline gasped briefly. Despite having been married once, she didn’t know how to kiss properly.

When their lips met, she would hold her breath, and only when Carlothian pulled away would she stick out her tongue and catch her breath.

Carlothian kissed her before she could scream again. Their breaths filled the space between their parted lips.

Ariadeline gasped again as his tongue filled her mouth. Her half-closed eyes seemed to be entranced.

“I love you…”

A single tear rolled down Ariadeline’s cheek. As soon as their lips parted, she whispered her love despite not being able to breathe properly.

In that moment, guilt vanished, and with a face burning with heat, he continued to kiss her.

Lost in the fervor of exploring Ariadeline’s lips, he suddenly cursed.

“…Damn it.”

Their bodies were tightly packed together, and their lips were intertwined. He could feel the discomfort in his lower body from the continuous contact with her lips and warmth.

He let out a stifled groan. It felt like he had a defenseless prey right in front of him, yet he was unable to devour it.

It was a sensation he had never experienced before. The tight pressure of blood rushing to his lower body remained unchanged, and the woman squirming in his arms was too weak to even try to escape.

He tightened his grip on Ariadeline’s wrists.

“Huuh. Ugh…”

A muffled groan escaped from Ariadeline’s throat as they kissed.

Noticing this, Carlothian quickly loosened his grip a little.

Ah, the marks would become even more pronounced.

Her heavy breath escaped. The warmth of her breath brushed close, making his cheeks flush with heat.

In the end, he couldn’t hold back and deeply sucked on her lower lip. It wasn’t meant to silence her; it was a desire to swallow her whole.

He placed his tongue on hers, pressing down firmly, and she looked up at him with dazed eyes, unable to close her mouth.

“Huuh…”

She squirmed as if uncomfortable being held and pressed down. Her white thighs rubbed against Carlothian’s thighs.

He had to momentarily pull away and bite down on his lip. For a moment, he pressed his lips against her shoulder and exhaled.

“Ah…”

However, thanks to Ariadeline, who gave him no space, he had to turn his head again and kiss her deeply.

The forced contact of their lips created a sensation as if he were violating her against her will.

He kept reminding himself to be patient as he filled her small mouth with his tongue.

The continuous kisses were tinged with the smell of blood. Yet Carlothian endured, pressing her down and kissing her until the sun rose.

The air inside the carriage was hot.

As the sun finally rose, Carlothian exhaled deeply, feeling that it had been the most difficult night ever.

He moved to the opposite sofa and lay down. Though his long legs barely fit, there was no other choice.

Ariadeline was sleeping soundly, unaware of anything. Her lower lip was slightly swollen from all the biting and sucking.

Carlothian gazed quietly at her lips. They were indeed small. That’s why her mouth was full with just one kiss.

As he thought about it, he gradually fell asleep. After a night of suppressing his desires, fatigue finally washed over him.

Ariadeline woke up about an hour after he had fallen asleep.

She opened her eyes, sat up, and looked at Carlothian, who was passed out on the opposite sofa.

“Hmm…”

She quietly approached and gently touched the tips of his hair with her fingertips. The strands of hair slipped through her fingers, feeling soft.

“This guy claims he’s never even undressed a woman, so why is he so skilled at kissing?”

She murmured with a somewhat dissatisfied expression.

Ariadeline knew very well why Carlothian had kissed her. It was the madness—purely the madness.

If he hadn’t stopped her, her mouth would have been a mess of blood and flesh.

Ariadeline recalled the night a few hours ago.

The breath that flowed naturally into her mouth. Their lips intertwined.

“I really couldn’t get my head around it.”

Of course, the fact that she was in a state of madness played a part, but she found it annoying that the man showed no change in expression. She lightly pinched the bridge of his nose and stood up.

She opened the door leading outside the carriage.

As she stepped on the footrest to get down, Pierne Maicher approached and extended his hand.