Rolling in Bed with the Male Lead

"I love you."

I doubted my ears. Those words absolutely should not have come from his mouth.

No, they should not have been spoken to me.

"What..."

Before I could even finish, he tugged at the tie holding my gown together, and it quietly came undone.

As the fabric slipped from my shoulders, my nape and collarbones were exposed to the cool air.

Cailus, who had pinned me beneath him, slowly lowered his head.

His breath touched me first.

His lips and tongue carefully traced over my pale, firm chest. Then they stopped over my nipple.

He began gently rubbing it with his tongue.

"Euh...?"

The sound that escaped through my teeth startled me.

A sensation unlike anything I had ever felt before spread throughout my entire body.

The moist tip of his tongue slowly and persistently circled the sensitive center.

"Haa... Ah, no... Heueuk..."

Without giving me a chance to refuse, he took my nipple into his mouth.

He sucked lightly, then deeply, bathing it in heat.

When his teeth barely grazed it, my breath hitched involuntarily.

My back arched on its own, and my fingertips clutched the blanket.

"Ah, aah... St-stop..."

My heart thrashed wildly.

What is happening right now?

My mind wouldn't work. I came to my senses a beat too late.

So, right now, I'm...

...!

My face flushed crimson in an instant.

I shoved Cailus away with all my strength.

"Wh-what are you doing?!"

"..."

Pushed away without resistance, Cailus silently looked down at me.

His face was expressionless, yet his gaze was dark and heavy.

Sorrow, regret, longing.

Emotions too weighty to put into words passed through his eyes one after another.

"...?"

It made no sense.

I hated Cailus.

And I had believed Cailus must hate me too.

But—

Why are you looking at me like that?

Why are you gazing at me with such sorrowful eyes?

"Richard."

He called my name.

His voice was low and trembling.

"Richard."

Again. This time as though pleading, as though reciting a prayer.

"Richard, Richard..."

As though afraid of losing me, as though desperate to hold on.

As though afraid he might never reach me again.

His voice trembled.

The Love Potion.

I instinctively retreated until my back struck the headboard.

The Love Potion was merely "a potion that makes one believe they spent a night with another person."

It was only magic that deceived the memory. It wasn't a potion that actually made such a thing happen.

Then what is this?

Does it have some side effect I don't know about?

Or—

Has he truly gone mad?

"I..."

Cailus opened his mouth.

"I was afraid I'd lose you again..."

He abruptly buried his face against my shoulder.

His trembling breath brushed my bare skin.

Damp and hot.

The heat of his body made my breath stop for a moment.

"That's what I fear most."

This damned potion. It clearly had some effect that truly messed people up in a bizarre way.

My thoughts spun in confusion.

Otherwise, there was no way Cailus would say such things.

"Get—"

Just as the words "get lost" rose in my throat—

"Please, Richard..."

He reached toward the nightstand.

He picked up a crystal bottle.

Don't tell me.

"Don't leave my side."

The lid came off.

The next moment, a slick liquid slowly trickled down my thigh.

"...!"

The thick scent of roses filled the room.

It was familiar.

The fragrant oil I had prepared myself. For the next morning. The oil meant to make it seem as though something had happened.

That... Why are you...

Cailus was carefully drizzling that fragrant oil down my leg.

"You cr-crazy bastard!"

I shouted, thrashing my legs.

Lubricant is essential between men. After all, we don't produce our own. But how the hell does this bastard know that...

No, that wasn't important.

What mattered was that I was being assaulted.

"What are you doing?!"

I squirmed and struggled.

One long finger forced its way into the tightly clenched entrance.

"Huhk?!"

My hips lifted involuntarily from the bed.

Then the finger pressed in farther, stretching the opening. Once inside, it spread me apart with a scissoring motion.

"Ugh, huaa...!"

The strange sensation against my inner walls drew a shallow moan from my parted lips.

Little by little, the finger sank deeper, carrying the fragrant oil inside and gently slicking the way.

The sensation was so unfamiliar—something I had never experienced before—that I couldn't gather my wits.

"You b-bastard! St-stop it!"

I screamed until my voice became a shriek.

I have to regain my senses.

This was humiliation. It was disgrace. It was agony.

I couldn't even imagine how vulgar and ridiculous I must look right now.

A man—and at the hands of the bastard I hated most!

"Get off!"

Driven by rage, my kick sliced through the air and barely managed to force him away.

As the foreign sensation filling me withdrew, I gasped heavily for breath.

That was when it happened.

"..."

As if possessed by something, Cailus opened his mouth.

"Are you going to die again?"

He was talking nonsense.

Damn it... What is he talking about?

I could no longer understand his words. No, I didn't even want to understand them.

The only thing I knew for certain was that what was happening made me genuinely wish for death.

"So what? What are you going to do about it?!"

I shouted desperately as I twisted away and pressed myself against the wall.

This isn't right. This is insane.

I have to run. This bastard isn't in his right mind.

I was just about to turn away when—

"Richard..."

He slowly, weakly caught the hem of the gown draped over my arm.

"Please..."

His voice was low and trembling.

Cailus bowed his head and swallowed a breath.

As though pleading. As though begging.

"...?"

My brow twisted into a vicious scowl as I looked back at him.

It was utterly unexpected, but he...

"Please, don't do this..."

He was crying.

A teardrop fell from beneath his bowed head with a soft plop.

"Are... are you crazy?"

I stared at him, dumbfounded, then let out a hollow laugh.

Cailus le Regnantia.

That cold-blooded man who looked as though he wouldn't shed a drop of blood even if he were stabbed.

The man who seemed incapable of tears was crying before me.

"You..."

But it was strange.

For some reason, an inexplicable ache stirred deep within my chest.

Why?

Whether he cried or not shouldn't have mattered to me.

No, whatever the reason, I should probably have been gloating...

"..."

While I hesitated, he drew me by the hand, leading me back onto the bed.

Damn it, what is happening?

I should have run. I should have.

My body stopped resisting on its own.

Following his touch, my legs slowly spread.

A strange warmth seemed to seep between them, penetrating me.

Cailus, the man before me, removed his upper garment.

Cold moonlight streamed over his body.

His taut chest and abdomen,

Even the veins running down his neck,

Held themselves still like a restrained beast.

"Never again..."

He spoke in a low voice, barely more than a breath.

His red eyes pierced through me.

Click.

The sound of metal being unfastened reached my ears.

The buckle at his waist came undone, revealing a heavy shape in the darkness.

Insane.

It was a threat. A warning.

Something as thick as a forearm asserted its presence menacingly. My gaze trembled faintly as I took it in.

He carefully brought himself toward the most vulnerable place between my thighs.

"Don't leave me, Richard."

His voice did not tremble in the slightest.

His gaze shimmered with madness, attachment, and possessiveness.

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