Chapter 63
Chapter 63. Longing
The continuing memories came to an end.
The silence of the three people who had been standing wordlessly for a while was broken when the Chief Priest knocked on the door of the reception room.
The Chief Priest entered with a stern face and spoke to Nemil.
“News has arrived that Priest Barmando returned to God’s embrace at dawn today.”
It was news that the only person who could explain the source of the memories in the artifact had died.
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A book fell open onto the sofa in the middle of the library. Vinea’s hand pressed down on the open page.
“I found it.”
In a book collecting dress styles popular in different eras, she found something similar to what the black-haired woman in the vision was wearing.
Her thin fingertip brushed over the number written below the picture.
“About 800 years ago…”
Around the time of Tessibania’s founding. The corners of Vinea’s lips trembled slightly.
“Finally, finally…”
Is this emotion she’s feeling now joy or sorrow? Relief, or perhaps anger.
Vinea closed the book and covered her eyes with the back of her hand. Collapsing onto the sofa, she closed her eyes that seemed to be getting strangely hot.
Now she had taken just one step, just one. But in seventy-seven regressions, had she ever come this close to finding a way to end the regression?
The beginning heralds the end. At last, she had taken a proper step towards the end.
She desperately hoped this hope wouldn’t shatter. Perhaps because this time, it felt like she might really crumble. As hope more abundant than ever before welled up, if it disappeared, an unfillable void would remain in its place.
It was regrettable that there was no one to share this joy and anxiety with.
As she lowered her hand pressing against her eyes, the face of a man whose thoughts she couldn’t read entered Vinea’s view.
“…Your Majesty.”
Tatar’s hand touched Vinea’s eyes. His cool body temperature cooled her thin skin.
“It’s just pinpointing when Sefitiana was first discovered.”
“We hadn’t even been able to do that until now.”
“You’re harboring so much hope from this small clue, but what if it collapses?”
“I’ll fall with you.”
“No. Not ‘with’ me, but you alone, and to a deeper place. So quickly that I won’t even be able to catch you.”
Tatar bent down. He firmly bit Vinea’s lower lip. His sharp eyes directly gazed at Vinea with gray irises. Like clouds in the sky that had swallowed the blue sea, a blue light filled his eyes.
He slightly parted his lips. His voice, lowered considerably, resonated in Vinea’s ear.
“My Empress, I want you to fall with me. Don’t cover your eyes, but fill them only with me. Consider me your salvation. The only salvation that will share your despair.”
Vinea raised her hand. This time, her soft palm covered Tatar’s eyes. A warmth higher than her usual body temperature veiled his eyes.
“You’re not much different from me. The sight of floundering while harboring hope.”
“Hope? How absurd.”
He grabbed Vinea’s wrist covering his eyes and pulled it down.
“How wonderful it would be if I could break the Empress’s wings at will. Since I was the first to kneel at your feet, it’s regrettable that I can’t fully reveal such a twisted mindset.”
Already having blatantly exposed his dark inner thoughts, he still feels regret? Vinea, about to retort at the absurdity, soon relaxed her eyes.
The two types of tea leaves received from Balak were still in the bedside table drawer in the bedroom. Although it could draw unwanted attention if discovered, since Tatar had ordered all collection, import, and manufacture to be banned and all quantities in the market to be disposed of immediately upon regression, only her attendant Lineue cleaned her room.
Vinea was contemplating her choice.
Between the Arpanium that bloomed from new shoots sprouting from soil where a viper’s corpse was buried at the beginning of summer, and the Arpanium grown in ordinary soil, which should she choose?
At first, she was going to choose the former without hesitation, but there was one thing she needed to confirm.
The origin of his emotions that he had hidden so thoroughly, hidden even from himself.
Did his obsession, madness, and anxiety towards her stem solely from the fear of possibly being left alone? Or…
Vinea said, pressing her lips against his:
“Break them at will. Since I’ve agreed to take responsibility, I’ll accept that too.”
How should he devour this woman who utters words sweeter than anything? Tatar knocked the book open on the sofa to the floor. His shoe trampled the book into a mess.
It’s not enough. Even biting and crushing these lips at will isn’t enough.
No one, including the librarian, could enter the library once the Emperor and Empress had entered. Also, no one would open the door of the library until he left. It was a space solely for the two of them.
He felt the usefulness of power, which had only felt bothersome since starting the regression, for the first time in a long while.
Wings that can be broken at will are like something that can be taken anytime. He laid Vinea down on the sofa and without hesitation, slipped his hand under her skirt.
The lightly worn dress rustled and lifted without resistance. The reddish stockings were pulled up to the middle of Vinea’s thighs.
Due to not wearing a garter belt, the stockings caught on his fingers easily came off.
His hand invaded inside the thin underwear. His rough hand pressed down on the moist, plump flesh. The flesh under his fingers rolled left and right as if dancing.
Despite everything, Vinea was in quite a good mood after finding a clue. Enough to willingly entrust her body to the pl*asure he was giving, not thinking about anything for a moment.
Vinea’s nape arched back. The short breath she hastily drew in soon burst out of her mouth as a moan.
“Mmm―”
At Vinea’s uncharacteristically honest sound, he firmly pressed his swollen lower part with his hand.
It was clear that if he didn’t relieve himself a bit more, he wouldn’t be able to handle the official schedule in the afternoon, so he kept teasing Vinea’s tongue while urgently soothing his desire.
His hand touching the plump flesh gradually became w*t from the tip.
“Ah, haa―”
Every time a moan burst from Vinea’s mouth, his hand went lower and lower, and when his fingers were almost completely w*t, he dug into an even deeper place.
The library was wide, but due to the hundreds of thousands of books packed tightly, the space between the bookshelves reaching the ceiling was relatively narrow. Because of this, if books weren’t placed carefully, the sound would often echo, but now the w*t sound of his fingers entering and exiting her replaced that.
As if encouraging the desire of the two, the moist sound resonated in their ears like music.
Tap, tap, as his movement gradually quickened and then suddenly stopped, Vinea felt a light shiver and quickly closed her exposed knees.
“Huu…”
That’s enough now. She wished he would stop and fill her completely prepared lower part that was ready to accept him fully.
Vinea called his name, moving her lips w*t with saliva.
“Tatar, hurry…”
Her elongated voice seduced him. This urging ridiculously easily snapped his reason that he had been holding onto tightly.
Tatar undid his pants with one hand while pulling down Vinea’s dress towards her chest with the other.
The white flesh that was gripped so tightly it seemed about to overflow was messily pressed under his hand.
After undoing his pants, he grabbed his thing revealing dark red veins and climbed on top of Vinea’s body.
Due to the narrow sofa, he looked down at Vinea’s face with her arms raised.
The hot breath she exhaled with her face full of heat, her plump lips slightly swollen in a short time, her lower part streaked here and there with transparent l*quid, and her white chest exposed shamelessly before his eyes.
As he was contemplating whether to tear off the dress that excited him greatly every time he ruffled it around Vinea’s waist, he couldn’t continue his thoughts due to the touch pulling his wrist.
The round head of his m*mber touched Vinea’s entrance. By her hand.
“Ha…”
He ran out of patience to ignore the impudent encouragement. If he stopped here, he might die gasping for air while shaking his hips alone like a beast in heat.
His long, straight manhood slowly and heavily pushed into Vinea.
“Mmm―”
He groaned lowly. He felt like he would go crazy wanting to thoroughly mess up the twitching female body.
To enjoy this heaven in hell for as long as possible, his manhood that had pushed in to the end slowly repeated pulling out and pushing in.
However, when Vinea, unable to bear it as her body heated up, lightly raised her hips, her lower part tightened, squeezing his thing.
He shuddered for a moment, then grabbed Vinea’s waist and pulled it close to his hips.
He had endured unusually long. Why had he only been smelling the aroma with a fully set table in front of him, telling him to break at will, to take at will?
“Ah, ahng, Te, haa―”
“Haa, Vi, nea, you’re, squeezing too much…!”
He moved his hips deeply. Due to his manhood pushing strongly without knowing an end, obsc*ne sounds echoed everywhere.
Vinea, who had been scratching the leather of the sofa with her nails having nowhere to hold, couldn’t come to her senses at all. His manhood, rising to the peak, moved quickly and repeatedly without giving even a moment to catch her breath.
Her inner walls, beyond her will, squeezed him mercilessly, and the effect was the same for Vinea. The ticklish pl*asure rising through her waist became a storm, confusing her mind.
It became vague even why they were in this library. All that remained was only pl*asure. That’s all.
“Uh, ut, slo, slowly! Ahng!”
“Haa, accept me completely. Ha, damn it. You’re determined to break me…!”
He lowered his upper body that he had raised. Then he grabbed Vinea’s body and lifted her up. He was still twitching inside her, making his already large thing even more erect.
Thud, he sat on the sofa and put her on top of his body. Vinea’s upper body, with her knees bent like a cat, leaned on his body as if collapsing.
Vinea, barely placing her hands on his chest, raised her nails and scratched the skin in contact. Long red lines appeared on his chest as if scratched by a small beast.
He tightly hugged Vinea’s upper body as if to crush it and bounced his hips upwards. The high-quality sofa couldn’t withstand the recoil and made creaking, squeaking sounds.
Thanks to being fully prepared, her lower part fully accepted his rough movements. However, that didn’t mean she could endure the pl*asure that hit her like a huge wave.
The moment his manhood deeply pierced Vinea’s deepest part, her spine stiffened and a blurry moan flowed between her parted lips.
“Ah…!”
“Damn it…! Ugh―”
At the same time, he cl*maxed hotly inside Vinea with a gurgling sound. As if intending to pour out who knows how much, the white l*quid that couldn’t fit inside flowed down Vinea’s thighs.
Tatar embraced Vinea, who collapsed in his arms as if exhausted, with both arms.
A dizzying thrill swept through his entire body. He tilted his head back.
Ah.
It seems he should break them after all.
So that she couldn’t even think of spreading her wings and leaving his embrace.
