I Wasn't Trying to Seduce with the Male Lead - Episode 119

Lian’s beautiful eyes were filled with passion. In truth, it was the same for her. Just now, his touch had made her giddy, but even before that, she hadn’t wanted to be apart from him. Even being this close wasn’t enough, it was still insufficient. She had held him until all the strength had drained from her body, yet she still wanted him. Her desire for the pleasure his movements inscribed on her body was as great as her feelings for him. But the lack of energy was real. “Are you really sure it’s okay for me to just lie still?” she asked coyly. Lian’s eyes looked gentle again, and his body, once again aroused, pressed against hers. The heat that had been blocked by the robe now transferred directly to her skin. Soon, the sheet that had been wrapped around her body slid down and fell to the floor. ‘What day is it today?’ As she felt his lips on her neck, Eleanor quietly thought about her cycle. A low murmur soon escaped her lips. “What if… a baby is born?” Hearing that, Lian paused slightly. But it was only for a moment. His lips, now hotter, tickled her skin. “Of course,” Lian’s voice rumbled against her chest. “I will hold you and hold you again until you carry my child.” She wanted to respond to his words, but only a heated gasp escaped her lips. A strange sensation made her toes curl and her hips tremble. Leanne’s hand sensually stroked Eleanor’s abdomen, which was spasming with pleasure. “I’ll have you carry my seed within here.” The whispers in her ear were appallingly erotic. “Hold me, Eleanor.” It was a phrase she felt like she had heard before. It carried an irresistible power, just like the first time. Eleanore wrapped her arms around Leanne’s neck. And she accepted all his love. ‘I will never let go or doubt again.’ As if to reflect that thought, she tightened her arms around him. Soon, their close bodies fit together without a single gap. Embracing each other, the two of them surrendered themselves once more to a deeper wave.

Epilogue 1-2

Even in the middle of the day, the hallway was so dim that one had to walk with a lantern. It wasn’t because the building itself had poor natural light. It was simply because all the windows in the hallway were covered with curtains. It seemed the owner of this place rejected the light. Thinking that, Biancasta walked down the hall. Her footsteps, echoing in the darkness, sounded eerie even to her. Despite the spooky atmosphere, Biancasta was not afraid. That was surely because of the man walking by her side. “Are you really going to be alright?” Adrian asked worriedly when they reached the room at the end of the hall. Biancasta patted his arm reassuringly, then nodded to the soldier standing next to her. The heavy lock was undone, and the door opened with a groan. Swallowing once, Biancasta stepped inside. “What is it?” A girl’s mumbling voice echoed in the dark room. After a moment of sensing someone’s presence, the mumbling turned into a sharp sound, like fingernails scratching metal. “This crazy wench! How dare you show your face here!” Amid the harsh insults, her eyes, accustomed to the darkness, saw the person she had come to meet. The person who had once made her life more miserable than anything else. The former imperial princess, Aileen Hascatore. “You haven’t changed at all,” Biancasta’s voice trembled, contrary to her composed words. Despite being prepared, the moment she saw her, a desire to run away surged within her. Even with handcuffs on her arms and shackles on her ankles, Eileen still had the power to intimidate her. “How did you get here! Get out, now! If you don’t disappear, I’ll kill you!” Her hair, which was always neatly styled, was now frizzy, and her elegant way of speaking had completely vanished. Even though she had been dethroned, the Emperor had a ducal title remaining. Though under house arrest, she had enough wealth and status to live with a certain amount of dignity. Therefore, this appearance was likely because the princess herself had let herself go. “I will definitely rise again and kill you. I won’t let any of you off the hook!” As she gnashed her teeth and snarled, the restraints on her hands clanked. They had been put on because she had attempted self-harm or escape. Instead of backing away in fear, Biancasta moved closer to the princess. She bent down to meet her eye level. “You still had a chance. For you, there was.” The princess seemed a bit flustered by Biancasta’s actions, as she had never truly looked her in the eye before. While Aileen lost her composure, Biancasta poured out everything she wanted to say. “You could have reflected on your mistakes, loved the people who still remained by your side, and made up even a little for what you did to your father, who believed in you and lost everything.” “What did you say?” The princess immediately started spewing curses at Biancasta. Biancasta silently endured the insults that were difficult to even utter. After a long time, Biancasta quietly spoke again, watching the princess who had exhausted herself. “I was afraid I might end up pitying you after seeing your miserable state.” After all, she had once had good times with the princess when she was young. She worried that seeing Eileen’s downfall might make her forgive her too easily. She was already afraid and hated the thought of weakening even before she met her. “But fortunately, that didn’t happen.” Seeing the princess made her feel both scared and a strong desire for revenge. It wasn’t because of herself, but because the things Adrian had suffered were so deeply resentful. She wanted to get angry, curse, and criticize. But Biancasta swallowed those feelings and stood up. “I won’t come to see you again.” Biancasta simply looked down at the princess from above and said in a clear voice, “I am very happy. Right now.” The princess’s frozen expression at that moment was more satisfying than anything she had ever seen. Biancasta smiled, and the princess’s face became horribly distorted. “I’ll- I’ll kill you!” the princess began to scream again. “People will miss me again! Everyone has lost their minds! When I get everything back, I’ll kill a pathetic little thing like you immediately! It’ll be no use begging then!” Listening to her screams, Biancasta calmly left the room. When she came out into the hallway, Adrian, who had been waiting, spoke to her. “She won’t be able to rise again.” “I think so too.” Adrian stood for a moment, gazing at the door. “Are you sure you’re okay just leaving?” She had thought she had to meet the princess just once to resolve everything, so she had deliberately come. She felt it was good that she had come, but Adrian shook his head. “If I’m tied to what was lost, the future will be difficult. Right now, I just want to cherish the good things.” Biancasta’s cheeks flushed at Adrian’s words. “Shall we go back soon?” “Yes. We have to get ready.” Today was the last day the two of them would spend in the capital. When they came outside, the clouds that had been thick since morning had brightened up considerably. “The weather is really nice.” “With those two, the sky can’t help but be clear.” It was a ridiculous thing to say, but somehow it felt like it could really be true. As they walked toward the carriage, Adrian asked, “Are you really okay with leaving the capital?” “I don’t wish for anything other than being with you.” She had never thought the day would come when she would say something like that to someone. A warm, pink atmosphere blossomed around the two of them. “Let’s go. To celebrate.” ‘After today, it’s our turn.’ Thinking that, Biancasta held his hand, the one that was there. And together, they left the ducal residence.

Minaz opened her eyes with a sense of comfort. Her entire body was wrapped in a pleasant languor, and she felt drowsy. She nuzzled into the blanket with a soft hum and then felt a warm body behind her. She immediately turned over and snuggled into his embrace. He seemed to stir. “When did you get here?” “Last night… Don’t you remember?” Claude asked in a low voice. “Sorry, I fell asleep. I was so tired…” “It’s alright.” Claude said that, but Minaz frowned. “Oh, if I’d known I’d be this tired, I should’ve just run away instead of becoming an emperor.” “But it seems you’re doing very well,” he replied calmly. Then, Claude looked at the clock on the wall. “The sun will be rising soon.” “Are you leaving?” “I should go before others wake up.” Minaz looked up at Claude and chuckled. “You’ve really grown up. Sneaking into a woman’s room and then running away at sunrise.” “And aren’t you just using the body of a younger man?” “Me?” “You refuse my courtship, but you only meet me at night.” “Well, I’m busy, so I can’t help it.” “Are we going to keep meeting like this, in secret?” His usually strict eyes held a look of dissatisfaction. “I think I’ve shown you well enough that I’m not a child anymore.” ‘Yes, I know that well enough now.’ ‘When he makes a face like that, it just makes me want to tease him more.’ Minaz smiled with a mischievous thought. “I couldn’t use you today.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, and his frown instantly changed to a look of confusion. “Right now?” “Yes.” “It’ll be dangerous if I don’t leave.” “What does it matter if we get caught?” “Intruding into the Emperor’s bedroom is a serious crime.” Since Claude couldn’t possibly have mastered a top-level stealth technique to sneak into the Emperor’s bedroom, it was safe to assume that the people around them had all more or less figured it out. Minaz chuckled and retorted, “Then what about intruding into the Emperor’s heart?”

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