Title: The Condemned Villainess, Who Had Her Life Swapped, Caught the Eye of a Sadistic Magician
Author: イセヤ レキ
Camellia, a beautiful fairy-like lady who had tried to assassinate her older sister, was eventually condemned by His Highness Aristoche. She went back in time and became her sister. She then starts her life as Azare from the age of ten.
When I heard the announcement, I lost consciousness—
Why, why wasn’t I chosen the second time around? What caused this to happen…?
I have an older sister whom I don’t like. It started as a simple feeling of dislike but eventually grew to hatred. This became the case when His Highness Aristoche, the man that held my heart, announced my sister as his fiancé.
My sister knew that I was in love with His Highness Aristoche. My older sister, who has always had a soft spot for me for the longest time, had always given everything to me. She could be described as kind-hearted at best and unassertive at worst. Her only redeeming quality was her health. Her appearance couldn’t even be compared to mine. However… Towards my sister… I couldn’t forgive her—the one who had easily taken the person I wanted the most.
After their engagement was announced, seeing them side by side made my heart feel like it would be torn out of my chest. My sister doesn’t love His Highness Aristoche. And yet, His Highness Aristoche chose her just because she could bear a child with her healthy body. Just for that, he had treated her with the utmost care and respect.
Naturally… If I were the one who had been healthy, His Highness Aristoche’s fiancé would have been me.
His Royal Highness Aristoche was more beautiful, elegant, and kinder than anyone else. It was supposed to be only I, Camellia, who should have been worthy enough to stand beside him.
Everyone around me, the ladies-in-waiting, the knights, all of them said, “It’s Lady Camellia who should be the queen.” I hated my sister, who was not good at studying and was always running away from her studies for becoming the queen. I offered to my parents that I would fulfill her duties for her, albeit without causing trouble as she had, but my parents, who had perpetually given me everything, only then did they refuse for the first time.
I didn’t particularly appreciate seeing how my sister, Azare, treated me as if she was looking at a tumor. I don’t like everything related to her. Azare, who was born just a little earlier, was in a position that all women in this country longed for. I, who was born just a little later and had mastered every other needed qualification other than health, would be forced to marry a mere vassal.
…I should be the only person important to His Highness Aristoche!!
After their engagement was announced, my life, which had been going the way I wanted it to, began to go haywire. Anger, sorrow, and ugly jealousy eroded my entire being.
For me to take my sister’s position, I had no choice but to make her leave. With that in mind, I asked the men who had nothing to live for, who were attracted to me like butterflied are to flowers, to take away my sister’s virginity, but His Royal Highness repeatedly blocked them from doing so.
With an older sister that laughed happily, unaware that His Royal Highness was constantly protecting her… Only hatred ruled me. Like that, before I knew it, we were already 16 years old, and the two of them had had a spectacular wedding.
I wondered, I wondered why I was doing something so miserable. I withdrew from the wedding celebration under the guise that I wasn’t feeling well, and then I realized it as my pillow got damp from my tears… It should have been her life, not virginity, that I should have been aiming for.
The one that His Highness Aristoche should love must be someone who loves His Royal Highness Aristoche back. If my sister (Azare) disappeared, I’m sure His Royal Highness Aristoche would wake up and realize this.
After Azare, there were no other candidates closer to becoming queen aside from me.
The duke’s daughter is a gold digger who wears jewelry beyond her and does not suit her pig-like face and body. The daughter of the Marquis, who was said to be beautiful, comes from a fallen family who won’t even be able to prepare a decent dowry. The count’s daughter, who looks pretty average, is a non-conformist whose manners would someday put her in danger.
Right, I should make Azare disappear… Just imagining it makes me want to burst out of laughter… No matter how many times, no matter what means I’ll have to use, I won’t ever stop… Until Azare dies.
Yes, everything would eventually be back on the right track.
… There was no way of knowing; I never thought that one of the maids who had been looking after me all this time would betray me and that I would be in captivity at the same time as the third assassination attempt would fail.
“For the sin of trying to assassinate my queen and your sister, someone who you were supposed to treat as family… You shall be burned at the stake.”
His Highness Aristoche’s cold voice had condemned me. My sister (Azare) tried to protect me even though I did not ask her to, even going as far as to cling to His Highness.
“I-I’m safe and sound— I do not wish for such a grave punishment against my only sister!! Please, I ask for your forgiveness…”
Shut up, shut up, shut up. I didn’t ask you to do anything!! Don’t touch His Majesty Aristoche!! Don’t show me such a scene!!
“I don’t need help, not from the likes of you!!”
I glared at Azare to make my statement clearer.
You’re too soft-hearted, sister. How stupid can you be to protect someone targeting your life…? An older sister who doesn’t know her value as a queen, who keeps injecting herself into unnecessary matters just because I’m her younger sister.
I loathe the sister that prostrates herself like that. I hated her more than ever… However, if it were for His Highness Aristoche, I’d want to be Azare. If that were the case, everything would make sense…!! If I were her, I would love and support His Highness Aristoche—and together, we would condemn the sister who’d sent assassins to go after my life.
If you don’t want to be with His Highness Aristoche, he should be with me instead of you, Azare.
Switch places with me.
Why do I have to suffer while you… Ahhh!!
And now, God-sama…
He listened to my wish.
I should’ve already been condemned, but when I woke up, there it was, the blurry picture of my 10-year-old self, standing in front of me.
In short, God-sama had turned back time exactly eight years into the past. However, this time, we had switched bodies.
I became Azare. At the same time, my sister (Azare) became my sister (Camellia).
An average-looking face matched with sunburnt skin. Despite being Azare now, whose only merit was her health; I was delighted that I could finally be with His Highness Aristoche.
His Highness Aristoche will henceforth be engaged to me and will marry me in the future.
Just imagining it makes my heart beat faster. Before anything else, I have to polish myself (Azare’s body)— to be the most beautiful… No, I must be in the best condition by the time our engagement gets announced.
When I became Azare, I was surprised to be able to meet His Royal Highness Aristoche all the time.
When I was Camellia, I only got to see His Highness Aristoche once a month, at most.
I don’t know why His Highness Aristoche kept visiting Azare, but if he came all the way here just for me, the least I could do was to try harder. I won’t go out anymore so that I won’t get more sunburnt, and I will reduce the amount of food I eat to get rid of my excess fat.
After I became Azare, I was happy every day for about a month. It was because His Highness Aristoche visited me every day. I spent the dreamy days admiring the beautiful appearance of His Highness Aristoche while enjoying the conversations I’ve had with him.
His Highness Aristoche, I was surprised by him as he said something a little mean in front of me (Azare). I wondered… What Azare could have done previously to be able to incite such a reaction from the ever-so-kind, His Highness Aristoche? Thinking about it, I was still happy to be able to see a new side of His Highness Aristoche.
His Highness Aristoche’s visits to Azare (me) dropped drastically in the second and third months. Perhaps it’s because he was busy; he was, after all, receiving education to become the successor of the king. When I realized that I couldn’t stay still like this, I asked my parents to give me the queen’s education.
My parents were surprised that Azare, who hated studying, would say such a thing. Still, in the end, I was able to receive the queen’s education immediately because there was no loss in receiving it this early, after all.
I’m currently ten years old. Two years later, at the age of twelve, I’m to be engaged to His Royal Highness Aristoche, and four years later, at the age of 16, we’d be getting married. I have always dreamed about being the wife of His Highness Aristoche… It sounds wonderful. His Highness Aristoche, in two years, would choose me (Azare). Therefore, I’ll do what I can until that time comes.
As I was being educated to be the next queen, I got startled when I looked out the window and saw Camellia (Azare) crawling on the bare ground.
…Truly, it was really embarrassing to have an older sister that acted like that. She must be looking at the processions of ants under the shade of the trees again. I had no choice but to sigh, seeing as how I went through the trouble of keeping my beautiful skin fair and smooth, and yet, she didn’t seem to care at all about getting scrapes and sunburn.
My sister (Camellia) suddenly noticed something; she stood up and patted her skirt. The shadow that was approaching her… It belonged to His Royal Highness Aristoche. His Highness was talking to my sister with a mischievous look on his face, an expression he’s never shown me in the past.
Surprised by something His Highness had said, my older sister had her mouth wide open. Although her dumbfounded expression was forgivable because of my (Camellia) appearance, she’s still disqualified as a lady for acting like that.
“…That is what it takes to be a princess. Azare-sama? Are you listening?”
“Ah, no, pardon me. Please continue.”
It’s alright. I’ll be okay. His Highness Aristoche would still choose me (Azare). And yet, just looking at the two of them made me feel uneasy for some reason.
“We’ve considered Lady Azare the official fiancé of His Highness, Prince Aristoche. She has been recognized for her healthy mind and body, her qualities that everyone loves, and her sociability and knowledge that were recognized throughout the queen’s education.”
I patiently waited with an excited heart for that declaration to be announced.
It’s today. The engagement announcement will be made today. In my previous life as Camellia, this announcement was painful for me. However, now, as Azare, I eagerly await it.
When the announcement was about to be made, Azare kept glancing at me to gauge for a reaction; she could not hold herself in high esteem. I wasn’t as uneducated to display such emotions for anyone to see. As I was thinking to myself, an unbelievable declaration reached my ears.
“We’ve considered Lady Camellia the official fiancé of His Highness, Prince Aristoche. Her magical summoning abilities that reside in her body have proven to be wonderful and will help the country’s prosperity. Her appearance and behavior, which earned her the moniker “fairy,” are sure to attract the people’s hearts, and above all, she is what His Imperial Highness hopes for.”
Just now, what did they say?
Lady Camellia? Summoning abilities, what are they talking about!?
I, I was so panicked that I just, I wasn’t able to hold on to my consciousness.
What waited for me as I gained consciousness was an unbelievable reality.
I was, more than once, I was not chosen by His Highness Aristoche.
…I thought that if I became Azare, that if I were her, then I’d finally be chosen by His Highness Aristoche…!!
I lost not only His Royal Highness Aristoche but also my beauty, which was comparable to that of a fairy.
When my lady-in-waiting told me about the detailed story of what happened after I fainted, I found out that I had also lost some magic power that I had no idea I initially had. And with that, I understood why His Highness Aristoche chose Camellia this time around.
His Highness Aristoche was a great successor who acted for the country’s best interests more than anyone else. When he chose Azare, it was because I wasn’t healthy, and now that he’d chosen Camellia, it was because he discovered the magic power that Camellia possessed.
Undoubtedly, had I been aware of the magic power that resided within my body when I was Camellia, then I would’ve been chosen. I just had the wrong timing, that’s all.
…However. Azare was, without a doubt, favored by His Highness. Even if it was out of kindness and pity, His Highness had loved Azare. Because no matter how much I tried to seduce him when I was Camellia, he never accepted nor reciprocated any of my advances. I also liked that he was so sincere that he didn’t fall for Camellia’s tricks, I, who was as beautiful as a fairy.
…Still, I still have a chance.
For some reason, my sister, Camellia, was still reluctant to get engaged and had kept running away from His Highness Aristoche. In the first place, His Highness Aristoche liked Azare, but he chose Camellia for the country, so if I appealed to him enough, I might be able to do something about it. I thought for sure that His Highness Aristoche would eventually call me to explain the engagement announcement, so I didn’t see him as it may not have been the best decision to make; I had refrained from doing so despite the days that I could meet with His Royal Highness Aristoche had already become fewer.
In any case, it’d be better if I hurried it along.
That’s why I came to see His Highness Aristoche myself.
“Hello, my dear Camellia’s sister, Lady Azare. I see that you’ve come to visit me; what are you here for?”
His Highness Aristoche stopped the hand writing away at his documents and smiled at me.
I had expected for him to offer me to sit on the sofa, but he seemed so busy that he had only asked me to talk about my business straight away. According to the story of my lady in waiting, Camellia (my sister), who only went to His Highness Aristoche to ask him to break off the engagement, does not come out of this room for at least an hour. I felt like sighing, wondering how inconsiderate could she be that she stayed for that long despite how busy His Highness Aristoche was.
“Your Highness Artistoche, I am here regarding your engagement with my sister.”
“Ah, that reminds me, I heard that Azare had fainted? Did you come all the way to congratulate me? Thank you.”
“No, Your Highness. Uhm…”
“No? From Azare, aren’t you here to give me a message of congratulations?”
His Highness was smiling, but the air became chilly for some reason. Maybe he was not in a good mood. I’ll just come back another time.
“That’s, of course… I’m glad that Camellia was chosen by His Royal Highness Aristoche. For your engagement with my sister, I’d like to say congratulations! After this, I look forward to being in your care for many years to come.”
“Yes, please take care of me as well… So, is there anything else?”
“… There’s nothing else. I’ll come back again at a later time.”
“Right. Well then, since I’m at work, could you get going now? You should also tell my cute little Camellia to show up here more.”
“I respectfully accept your request.”
I bowed down perfectly to show gratitude and gracefully exited His Highness Aristoche’s office.
Unlike the time when I was Camellia, I had no leverage as Azare… I can’t, I can no longer aim for Camellia’s life anymore, and even if I could, I’d just be condemned by His Royal Highness Aristoche again… To that busy person and his loved ones, I’d just end up being an annoyance.
For myself, I had set a deadline. Until His Highness Aristoche gets officially married to Camellia (my sister)… Until then, the engagement could still be broken; His Highness could still change his mind. However, His Highness Aristoche, who would obviously become an exemplary king once he got married, would never go back on his word. Still, I couldn’t give up. Although Azare wasn’t beautiful, she still had a history of being loved by His Highness Aristoche.
During the engagement period between them, I desperately tried to turn His Highness Aristoche’s heart towards me—but in the end, my attempts had failed. Even though I was now Azare, I still couldn’t win the heart of His Highness Aristoche.
Right now, I’m attending their wedding ceremony.
I applauded His Highness Aristoche and Camellia (my sister) as I tried to draw a smile and say goodbye to my first love, that only drowned me in tears.
Even when I was Camellia, it might have been better if I had done so from the start. However, at the time, I was so devoted to His Highness Aristoche that I couldn’t think as straight as I could now. The mere sight of them drew out murderous intent from deep within me.
And as a result, I had almost died.
Thanks to the two of us switching bodies, I was able to escape my punishment. I still don’t like my sister, and I don’t think I’m able to give them my heartfelt blessing yet, but it was only recently that I’ve gradually realized how much my sister has saved me.
As a reminder, I committed the image of the two to mind and left.
I was no longer the fairy-like Camellia but now just the sister of the beautiful queen.
Like the plain and ordinary young lady I was, I just stayed at our countryside manor to recuperate until my parents found a fiancé for me. To them, once I get married, I’ll be able to mend myself accordingly.
To His Highness Aristoche, I had not been chosen. So for me, anyone would do. Everyone would just be the same.
I sat on a bench in the park nearby. I let my maid hold the parasol over my head as I waited for someone.
It was today. It’ll be my first-time meeting with my potential fiancé, whom my parents chose as the primary candidate.
One of the children playing around by the fountain fell in front of me.
Oh my, the child had now started crying. What should I do…? No, the only handkerchief I have is tucked under my skirt; I also had nothing to do with the child. His parents might also be around, and they might not want to have a stranger taking care of their child that fell. Personally, I wouldn’t want to.
Like that, a shadow had quickly formed beside me as I looked at the crying child I had yet to reach out to.
“Thank you very much for your patience.”
I got up from the bench, took the handkerchief, and flapped it around a few times before carefully folding it and putting it in my bag.
“I saw that you were watching the child… Why didn’t you help?”
What, this guy. Was he going to shame me for my inaction?
“I don’t know who that child is.”
The man laughed at my terse response. He had narrow and droopy eyes, so although without trying to, his eyes already seemed to be laughing, but the corners of his mouth were clearly turned up.
“… That’s the reason. Was I wrong?”
“No. In a city like this, that’s the correct decision to make.”
Suddenly I heard yelling and turned around to see children, including the crying child, scatter and run away in haste.
Those kids were pickpockets. I would’ve caught them if Lady Azare were injured, but I’ll leave them alone for now as they’re only trying to survive. The knights of the town would deal with them eventually anyway.
The man ended the conversation, and as if nothing had happened, he offered his arm to me.
I gently put my hand around his arm.
“Well then, please allow me to treat you to a delicious cup of tea and snacks, Lady Azare.”
“I’m not too fond of sweets.”
Because they’re fattening.
“Yes, yes. I’m aware…”
The man suddenly put his face close to my ear and whispered, “The original Lady Camillia.”
When I got startled and let go of his arm instinctively to make some distance between us, the corner of the man’s mouth raised once again.
This man’s smiling face gave me chills.
“Really, won’t you reconsider having tea with me?”
I didn’t want anyone to hear anything he was about to say, so I had no choice but to lead the man to the reception room of the villa I was using for recuperation.
According to my parents, the man’s name was Nikolai Hakansson. He seemed to have been born into a fallen family, but he was a talented magician praised to be the best in the country.
“Yes. Please excuse my intrusion.”
The man’s gaze kept glazing over me. Rather than just being creepy, it was borderline unpleasant.
“…Earlier, what made you say that?”
“What do you mean by ‘that’?”
“That I was… The original Camellia.”
Neither I nor my sister had said anything to anyone when we had switched places after coming back from our first life. So how, how did this man, who had no connection to either of us, come to that conclusion all by himself… I had no choice but to let him stay and hear what he had to say.
“Because you two, both of you, switched places. You escaped from your past sins… The same ones that had given you the death penalty… By going back in time, right?”
It was only then did I realize that the secret that I had thought belonged only to us was a dangerous and fragile one.
When I realized that I had gone back in time, I had a momentary illusion that I had just had a long, long dream. However, the scene where a lady named Camellia was punished was so vivid that I could hardly believe that it was just a dream.
Even after being sentenced to death, a beautiful girl still looked straight at the queen with anger in her eyes.
I was, back then, at the end of the social class.
I had a lot of innate magic within me but writing about magic was boring. I didn’t feel like causing waves, but I also didn’t want to just be behind a desk. Accordingly, I wasn’t interested in rising to the top as long as I was in a position where I didn’t have to worry about money.
It was only after I had encountered Camellia did I curse myself for being at the bottom of the hierarchy. If I had climbed higher, I might have been able to meet her sooner and had the chance to take her in the direction that could’ve saved her from His Highness Aristoche’s condemnation.
If I had, then I could’ve gotten to have a high-handed, stubborn, noble lady in my hands… I would’ve been able to keep her crying face all to myself.
Yes, it was at that time that I regretted everything.
—The world then went back to eight years ago.
I was supposed to be sitting at the end of the hierarchy at the age of 25, but I was now 17 years old, a year before taking the selection exam for magicians.
However, no one else but me noticed the change. I even wondered if it was really just a long prophetic dream, but if that girl were to be punished again eight years later, then I must remember to become on par with His Highness Aristoche before then.
After that, I made the unusual effort to reach further, and, with the help of experiencing the content of the test once before, I was able to pass the magician selection test at the very top. After that, I joined the faction of my superior, who was the first magician. He treated me well, enabling me to evade any annoying human relations smoothly.
And then, the engagement announcement of His Highness Aristoche was made. It was something I had not witnessed personally in my past life. When I saw Camellia, I immediately felt that something was wrong. It was because although she previously had a fierce personality, her current vivid impression had changed drastically.
…What is the meaning of this?
Unlike in the past, His Highness Aristoche had chosen Camellia over Lady Azare. And for the first time, my gaze moved towards Lady Azare.
She had a pale face, her back was straightened, and she exuded a well-practiced, noble demeanor—however, her eyes were filled with frustration, agitation, and intense anger that I once had seen before.
—My sweetheart. Right now, she’s in Lady Azare’s body.
I instantly understood the situation and was able to stop her from collapsing just in time. When I lifted and carried her to the break room, her body was as light as a feather.
The lady who innately had vast amounts of magic power, Lady Camellia. I, who had just about the same amount of magic power, had gone back, with my memories remaining intact. No one but the two who were switched, and I, knew the secrets of the past. Even His Highness Aristoche wouldn’t believe that we had all returned to start our lives a second time over.
I couldn’t help but laugh as I carried Lady Azare.
I couldn’t stop myself even if I tried.
In the end, my engagement with Nikolai was officially announced.
Although I’m really reluctant about it, I couldn’t reject the offer due to convenience. Since he knows that I am not Azare, but actually Camellia… Who had been condemned in the past, yet he still chose me, then it was safe to assume that he wouldn’t want to flirt or do anything inappropriate to me.
Right, because it wouldn’t matter. Everyone’s the same in my eyes, except for His Highness Aristoche.
Nikolai and I had an unusually fast wedding, with our engagement period only lasting one month.
He looked insanely pleased with himself, his narrow, droopy eyes going even further whenever he broke into a smile.
I could understand his reaction had he gotten married to the fairy-like Camellia. Still, I can’t make sense of his expression that’s very ecstatic when he ended up with the plain and ordinary sister (Azare’s body).
However, I was now a married woman.
Perhaps I was the one most relieved to be able to say, “Thank you” to His Highness Aristoche, who I had been so in love with, when he had greeted me with a “Congratulations” at my wedding.
And then, in the blink of an eye, the ceremony was over. The sun went down, and night finally fell.
“I want to torment you and make you cry because you’re so high and mighty that, so arrogant and unbending that I want to break and bully you, to make you cry.”
As he loosened his collar, Nikolai smiled.
“Is that so? How trivial.”
I snickered with my head held high; Nikolai seemed to get in a better mood as I did that. Really, this person makes me feel so uncomfortable.
“But I don’t ever want to make you feel any pain, though, so you have nothing to worry about.”
I couldn’t understand anything he was trying to say. At the very least, I was still a virgin. It’s our first night, so wasn’t it only natural that it’d be painful?
“I’m too tired already, so could we just get this over with quickly?”
I only say what I need to. It’s always good to be ahead of things, and I’d rather be the one in charge between the two of us.
“I agree. Let’s get on with it.”
Nikolai grabbed a tuft of my hair and held my lips in a kiss.
Remaining in place for a while, I opened my eyes, and our gazes met. I could hear my heartbeat ringing in my ears.
There was no way that I, Camellia, would be in a hurry with anyone other than His Highness Aristoche.
“…What, what have you done to me?”
As he held my burning hot face, I glared at Nikolai, waiting for my question to be answered.
His eyes, which were usually narrow, almost to the point of his pupils disappearing, were wide open.
“You noticed it as well. I have too much magic stored within me, and it seems as though I’m attracted to people with weak magic powers. Well, rather than being seduced, it could be construed as magic intoxication. “
“…How dare you… I hate, I hate you…!!”
“It’s okay. I don’t really like it too. So, I’m looking forward to how long you can keep up with this abuse of power.”
Nikolai extended his arm and pushed me down the bed.
“It’s surprising. I can’t believe anyone could let out such a pretty scream. Or was that practiced?”
My cheeks turned redder due to both anger and heat.
I twisted and turned my body so that I would be facing away from Nikolai’s eyes; however, that just made him run his tongue across the entirety of my back, making my body shake uncontrollably.
Nikolai’s hands, which easily invaded the gaps of my loose, see-through nightwear, gently squeezed my chest. He touched me more gently than I had imagined.
He suddenly pinched my nipple, making my voice leak out. Nikolai laughed at the unbecoming sound. I’ll make sure to never react in any way that’d please him ever again…!! I gritted my teeth with determination.
“Raise your hips.”
I did as he told me. I wondered for what reason was it that they made me dress like this. As we progressed, the answer got clearer and clearer. My voice almost leaked out again when he started stroking from my buttocks to my thighs. However, I held my mouth closed with both hands, effectively stopping it.
After stroking back and forth for a while, as if he was thoroughly enjoying the feel of my body, a creeping sensation started spreading from my legs and up my spine.
It was already good enough; I just wanted things to be over and done with. I had no idea what he was trying to do; at night, shouldn’t the husband just shove his penis into his wife, find release, and be done with it?
“… You’re getting wet. How delightfully sensitive.”
“Ha…? I’m no… Hiiie!!”
Suddenly, something stroked the center of my crotch, and my waist and legs almost gave in. The sensation didn’t feel the same as it would if it were his finger; it definitely felt like he was touching that part with his tongue… But why? To do that in such a place, why would he lick me there!?
I blushed harder as I felt my knees and buttocks get spread by his hands. Was he looking at my butthole!? What is this position!?
Whenever I resisted and strained my ass from being spread further, he started licking around my hole, making slick noises here and there. Every once in a while, his tongue would get stuck into my hole; I’d grow nervous each time.
“…Ah, quickly, let’s get this over with… Ah!”
When I could no longer stand his actions and complained to him, he would just say, “Are you sure you really want me to stop? I haven’t prepared you well enough yet. It’ll hurt if I don’t,” with laugher hidden in his voice.
There was no reason why I wouldn’t be able to bear the pain, especially when every other couple in the world had done so.
“I’m good. Just hurry it up.”
“Is that so? Then, I won’t hesitate.”
Placed against my wet and twitching hole, a man’s… His penis was probably placed against it. Somehow, it was kind of hot. I thought so at the same time as… “~~Ah! Ahhh!!”
I felt tremendous pressure as the sensation of his hot rod entered me. Nikolai’s cock pierced through a hole with such a force that I thought I would break.
“…Kuuu, wah, ahhh…”
I rubbed at the spots on the sheets soaked with my tears to serve as a distraction, hoping he would stop moving soon.
After what felt like a few hours of him undauntingly shaking his hips, almost in the blink of an eye, Nikolai had stopped moving, just as I had hoped he would.
“…See, didn’t I say it’d hurt?”
“…Not, not really.”
I wasn’t being truthful, but my pride wasn’t low enough to allow myself to nod honestly to Nikolai’s words.
“Hurry up, just cum quickly.”
“…That, are you really sure about that?”
It was only natural. Once Nikolai ejaculates, our first night could finally come to a close. I turned and glared at him before answering.
…I answered accordingly, but when I finally met his gaze, I felt panicked. My chest tightened, and once again, I realized how troublesome magic intoxication actually was.
“…How lovely. Even though you were already tight, to begin with, you’ve managed to tighten up even further. “
“Shut, shut up! Just get it over with quickly.”
“I shall heed your demand, my beloved, foolish wife.”
“Na… Ah, ah!”
His cock, which was buried deep in me to its hilt, was pulled out all at once, and I found myself running out of breath.
After that, I spent the rest of the night being in both pain and pleasure, unsure of exactly what was being done to me.
Our room was filled with the echoes of skin-to-skin contact, with him relentlessly plunging his cock into my vagina. I remember being turned over, him holding me, riding him, and doing it in various other positions.
Although I decided not to let my voice out, I could no longer stop myself from moaning.
“Ahhh!! ♡ Nnn ♡”
“You’re starting to feel obscenely good, aren’t you?”
“~~Ah!! ♡ ~Ahhh!! ♡♡”
“Does it feel good on this spot? Then I’ll give it lots of attention.”
“…Ahhh, just get this over with…!!”
“Huh? Are you already at your limit?”
“Nooo… ♡ Ah, ah, ahhh ♡”
“It’ll be fine as long as I keep doing things differently, right? Look at you; you’re making me love you more and more.”
“Ahhh…!! Hiiie ♡♡”
“That’s great; glare at me more. Seeing you like that, that’s not an expression a noble lady should be making, right?”
In the end, the sadistic magician bullied and tormented my body until I was crying my eyes out.
On the bed where we laid, I made a statement that held no sweetness and was too radical for my usual self.
“You, I’m going it kill you…!!”
“I’m scared. Since it came from you, it doesn’t even sound like a joke, though?”
No matter how much I protested, my husband retained his easy-going manner… These days, he looked chipper than ever.