louis stared at her, gently stroking her tense belly.

    the binding tool, designed to accentuate the most important parts of the female body, performed perfectly. in her loose gown, a dark blue mana chain that contrasted with her white skin wrapped around her body.

    from the moment the pressure was applied, her perky nipples trembled without even being touched. and her vagina, which was clearly exposed thanks to the crossed chains above her clitoris, twitched restlessly as if it was chewing his finger and swallowing it.

    was it because of the stimulus that lasted at a subtle intensity? or was it because of the shame of her showing her naked body while her eyesight was blocked? seira’s cheeks and neck were lovingly flushed.

    “uhn, ah…”

    she had held it in for a long time, but eventually a stream of moans that she couldn’t swallow with her glossy wet lips poured out.

    barely resisting the urge to remove the blindfold that hid the most valuable jewels, louis pressed his lips against hers again.

    they were never empty words to say that it was a waste to see it alone. it was truly stunning in beauty. not even an alpha in his prime would be able to resist from jumping into a rage if he saw her right now.

    “seira askan.”

    even as she was tied up helplessly and dressed in such an obscene manner, she didn’t look vulgar even with her dripping saliva.

    ‘a failure like you wouldn’t be chosen by an omega without working hard.’

    what would his mother say if she knew that he’d become the lover of the most noble omega in hesrad, and that he’d kissed her like this?

    ‘i can’t believe that i have to present you as my successor.’

    philia franto couldn’t get rid of the contempt in her eyes for a single moment. she kept lamenting until the moment she died.

    in fact, louis had no intention of touching seira until he offered the contract. he had a clear purpose from the start. she was merely a necessary means to succeed in his plan, and everything from saying he fell in love with her were all lies.

    how did he come to recognize seira askan as herself?

    when he saw her hug him with a big smile? or when they kissed for the first time? it was true that he couldn’t take his eyes off of her every time, but the triggers were more trivial.

    the cheeks that blushed immediately when he pointed out the fullness of her chest as she claimed to be promiscuous herself, or the sad expression that passed her face as she laughed about not tying aven to herself. or even selling herself casually as she took care of her knights.

    there were things he didn’t notice when he looked at it from a distance.

    her relaxed expression and painted smile were like a mask. he couldn’t help but notice because he himself wore a similar mask from an early age as necessary.

    the danger hidden in her graceful gestures scratched him sharply inside. when she, who used to snort at him, saying that their love affair was ridiculous, softened her eyes in front of his trivial kindness, he wanted to reach out to her without even realizing it.

    the urge to stare into her pretty eyes and stroke her soft cheeks soared inside him.

    he named the feeling inside him ‘pity’ for the first time. he thought it was a tiny feeling that sprang from a sense of kinship with having a painful past. louis knew he’d end up where he decided to be as friendly as he could, if not enough to modify his plan.

    but if the waves in his chest had stopped there, he wouldn’t have decided to embrace her.

    from the moment he felt sympathy, his gaze began to follow her steps from a completely different point of view. he saw what drove her to despair and disappointment. also, what gave her hope and joy.

    the latter was concluded as one. the only thing that philia franto wanted to replicate so much, and the only being that was recognized as bern clemens viseltium’s child – aven helford.

    seira seemed to feel joy and happiness in her relationship with aven, gaining comfort through him. the colorful emotions that unraveled when she was with him were proof of that.

    he didn’t even need to count the former. except for a few of askan’s family members and aven helford, everyone else were her enemies.

    the only exception so far that had become a solid relationship, was none other than baron jeff.

    louis wasn’t jealous of aven. although he was close to saying he couldn’t.

    whenever philia franto lamented by comparing the perfect finished product to her own failures, louis and the others longed for aven’s return. it was because then he’d be freed from the terrible pain that didn’t seem to end.

    the meaning has changed now, but for louis, aven was still the key to ending this hell. so even though he felt guilty, he couldn’t be jealous of him.

    however, baron jeff was not an exception.

    when he first heard about his relationship with seira, louis decided that he could use it as a means to rouse aven. however, his feelings for betraying reason boiled over.