It was a Political Marriage, But I’m Being Loved - Chapter 42 (Slight R19)

Light flared from her fingertips, held gently in his grasp.

The magic training chamber where they had just made love was etched with a magic circle that drew power toward its center.

So, whether the spell succeeded or failed, its effects would always gather in the middle.

“…Haa.”

Blue, then red, then golden—flames of every color shimmered as they converged at the center. The sight was beautiful. But what escaped her lips wasn’t admiration.

She was still completely bare, and between her thighs, Achilles’s thick seed slowly dripped out.

“This is how it’s done, my rose. Would you like to try it yourself?”

Although the light had formed at her fingertips, the magic had only activated because Achilles had channeled his will through the power within her body. Remembering the feeling, Charlize tried to mimic it.

Slowly… mana stirred inside her, gathering at her fingers and forming a soft glow. At first, it burned gold—then shifted into a silvery light with a faint blue hue, the color of his hair.

It swirled for a moment, then shot toward the center of the circle like a vortex—before fading away.

“You might be the only one to succeed at your first spell,” Achilles whispered softly, turning her face toward him and kissing her slowly.

As their tongues touched, Charlize’s eyes sparkled with joy, and she looked at him through half-lidded eyes.

Pleased, he turned her body fully toward him and embraced her tightly. As their kiss deepened, soft, uneven breaths slipped from her lips.

“You said… you were busy… mm…”

“If the princess has started to trust me… then I’m not busy anymore.”

Achilles replied gently, his hand moving slowly along her back. Every step he had taken—offering a journey, teaching her magic—had all been to win her over.

The day before the wedding, Achilles had made up his mind: he would ask her one last time. If she said she didn’t want to marry him, he would cancel the ceremony.

But that didn’t mean he would give up on her. He simply couldn’t force Charlize to go to the magic tower against her will.

“What kind of reward should I give you, Princess? Anything—just say the word.”

He asked, though a small fear lingered—that she might ask him to stop the wedding. But Charlize, still thrilled from her magical success, was thinking of something completely different.

What Achilles didn’t know was that when he had poured his will into her magic, his emotions had flowed with it—filling her entirely.

Though his expression rarely changed, she could still feel it—his love for her was real.

He wanted to hold her. To touch her. Among all those swirling desires, there was also fear. The fear that once she had learned everything, once she no longer needed him, she would leave.

Even though his desire to take her to bed was overwhelming, he had held back—choosing instead to teach her magic.

Charlize admired that self-control. And she was glad. To be honest, she was most surprised that even after going that far… she still wanted more. But it had felt good—so she didn’t mind.

He had said he would give her a reward, but in her heart, she wanted to give something to him.

“Later… tonight…”

Her cheeks flushed red as she looked at him. Making love while channeling magic had been amazing—but she still wanted something more.

“I want to do it… without magic. I want to feel only you.”

Achilles looked at her like he’d forgotten how to breathe. He had told himself over and over that he needed to make her a proper mage—but now…

“Could we… maybe do it now?”

He wasn’t sure he could wait. If her heart already belonged to him, then teaching her could come later.

When she smiled shyly and nodded, Achilles wrapped her tightly in his arms and cast a teleportation spell.

The room around them blurred—and the next moment, they arrived in the bedroom he had prepared.

The room had already been cleaned by the mechanical servants. Everything was neat and fresh.

Achilles gently laid Charlize on the new sheets and held her close, covering her body with his.

“I never knew I had such a strong desire… I may end up devouring you until the sun rises. Will that be all right?”

More than all right. She’d been hoping for this.

Charlize hadn’t realized just how good it would feel until she’d experienced it with him.

Her eyes sparkled as she nodded, and Achilles let out a quiet laugh. Kissing her softly, he whispered,

“I love you, Lize. Please… accept all of me.”

In Achilles’s arms, Charlize felt a shiver run through her body.

Across all her lifetimes, this was the first time a relationship had truly gone well.

‘It may not be the right time yet… but maybe…’

At the very least, before they returned to the Imperial Palace and held their wedding ceremony, she thought—maybe she could finally tell him she loved him.

*

There was something especially lovable about Charlize lately.

She had always been an endearing woman, but ever since that night, she would look at him with flushed cheeks, like a blushing apple, and cling to him as if seeking comfort.

Even after he had ravished her through the night, driven by overwhelming desire, she welcomed it with joy.

The way she responded to him, the way she felt everything so deeply—it made him lose control more than once.

‘Am I dead? Is this heaven?’

If so, that would be a problem—because he needed to stay by Charlize’s side. Without her, he was sure he’d die all over again.

“This next step…”

Lately, it didn’t take much to draw out her power. Just a time or two in his arms, and she could already harness her mana.

Her magical abilities were growing rapidly—maybe not quite at a novice mage’s level, but certainly beyond that of an apprentice.

‘If she keeps this pace… catching up to me could take as little as fourteen or fifteen years. Twenty at most.’

Achilles didn’t envy her talent. What he feared was her growing tired of him. That possibility frightened him more than anything.

And yet… every time that thought crossed his mind, Charlize would suddenly kiss him or wrap her arms around him.

The happiness made his body tremble. He had no will to resist when she sought him out—how could he refuse?

That was how their days went. Practicing magic during the day, then tangled in each other’s arms as a reward at night.

At some point, Achilles couldn’t even tell whether he was giving the reward—or receiving it.

“Ah, Achilles… ahh, it feels so good…”

Every time Charlize moaned his name, every time her sweet cries filled the room, he felt like his heart was being squeezed.

It was as if she was holding it in the palm of her hand.

“Haah… ngh… Lize…”

He knew he couldn’t just keep indulging in pleasure. He had to win her heart—to make her want to marry him.

But his body always gave in first.

Even now, he found himself moving inside her, drunk on the way her slick warmth clung to him.

‘I love you.’

At the peak of their pleasure, as he released inside her, she arched her back in climax.

Seeing her trembling beneath him, he couldn’t help but touch her again.

Her inner walls tightened around him without hesitation—he could feel her drawing him back in.

Achilles’s body stirred instantly.

Charlize turned to look at him, startled—but he only smiled and lifted her hips.

“Ah… ahng, I just said I needed a break… I’m sensitive right now… mmph…”

“Yes. You’re right. Let’s rest…”

“Y-you’re still moving your hips! Ahn! Not so deep… haah…!”

Even her whining, even her playful protests—he loved all of it.

He wished she would act even more spoiled, throw little tantrums just for him.

Because that meant she trusted him.

She could treat him carelessly because she knew he wouldn’t break.

After all, he was strong enough to handle her at her wildest.

“Aah… Aahng! Achilles…! N-not so deep… ahh!”

Achilles spent the night fully immersed in her, completely lost in Charlize’s warmth and affection.

For days now, she had been lovingly clinging to him, leaving no room for rational thought.

As she learned new spells one by one by day, and shared joy with him by night, a week passed before they even noticed.

*

“We’ve finally arrived.”

From beyond the forest, he peered through a telescope at the Imperial Princess’s estate.

Even with the device, all he could see was the top of the palace roof.

It had taken an entire week to get here—a journey that normally would’ve taken nine days.

But under his master’s orders, they had rushed without rest, cutting down the time as much as possible.

Now, hearing that the Master of the Magic Tower had made the same trip in less than a day, he truly understood just how powerful the man was.

‘To think I must make him my enemy…’

It was terrifying. But his master was just as dangerous, so there was no room for choice.

His gaze shifted lower, toward the village nestled far beneath the estate.

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