Chapter 517
Chapter 517
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 517
Chapter Title: Chapter 517 - 닥터 감덕배(53)
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 517
Chapter Title: Doctor Gam Deok-bae (53)
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Dirk Luin's advice rang in his ears: the root cause of his migraines—trauma—had to be resolved.
Late at night, as Lucius emptied his glass alone, he thought of Chloe.
Pink hair and a bright, innocent smile—a pure girl who warmed his heart just by looking at her. Remarkably, whenever Chloe, who bore an uncanny resemblance to 'that person,' was by his side, he never once suffered a headache.
"......Mother."
And... Lucius had a hunch why that was.
A familiar voice, a familiar way of speaking.
How could he not know?
His childhood days had been filled with happiness, one after another. Chloe's presence brought back those memories. But when work ended and she left... the headaches that had vanished returned to torment him. Her retreating back, expression hidden from view. Naturally, his mother's face came to mind. The person in this world who hated Lucius most continued to plague her son even today.
"Mother..."
Ariel Heinz.
She wasn't his birth mother.
But Lucius had cherished her like his own.
A gentle voice, kind words.
Shunned by everyone for lacking emotions, Ariel alone had protected him. She defended him, saying he was too young to understand love, that he simply hadn't shed tears yet. At his birth mother's funeral—a woman he'd barely spoken to—Ariel had held him and wept in his place. He was five years old then.
'Mother, look at this. Another perfect score today.'
From that day, Lucius called her Mother.
Ariel was overjoyed.
Who wouldn't love a child with his handsome features, exceptional talent, and deep filial piety? Ariel treated him like her own son, and everything flowed peacefully. A reliable father, a kind mother. And the noble status of a prince to boot. He lacked for nothing. It felt like he'd become the protagonist of his own story. Every day was pure joy.
'Uwaaaah?!'
'Eric?'
Until the tragedy of his younger brother's death struck.
'Eric! Eriiiic! Aaah... Eric!'
An unexpected fall from his horse.
Seeing her birth son's cold corpse, Ariel lost her mind.
'Mother?'
'Aaah... Eric, why! Why you... Aaah, Eric!'
Unlike his prodigiously talented brother, Eric's abilities were rather ordinary. But he'd inherited their mother's kind heart, earning everyone's love. The problem was that the kingdom still had no crown prince. Lucius excelled in skill but lacked emotion; Eric fell short in talent but shone in character. Factions naturally split.
'Could it be... you... did you... to Eric...'
'Mother?'
'N-no... But, aaah... Eric!'
Then Eric died in that accident...
The next king was set to be Lucius.
Ariel couldn't help but suspect.
Her son dead overnight. Lucius returning alone from the hunt. He'd never coveted the throne... Was that really her worry? She wanted to believe him—she had to—but her real son was gone. Ariel's face hardened. Lucius showed no grief over his brother's death. Not a single tear. Seeing that, Ariel's expression turned icy.
Five years later, Lucius still showed no emotion.
Could she truly call that monster her son?
As Ariel agonized...
'Mother! Don't cry! Your eyes will swell up huge!'
Lucius called to her.
'......What?'
'Your pretty face will be ruined!'
He mimicked Eric's speech.
Ariel froze in shock.
'Wh-what are you doing...'
'Mother?'
'What do you think you're doing!'
She could no longer bear her son's childish plea. Seeing Lucius mimic him before Eric's body... Ariel lost her reason. She lashed out, slapping the monster's cheek. Soldiers rushed to restrain her. But Ariel wouldn't stop. She spat words laced with hatred, calling him inhuman. Lucius didn't understand why.
'Mother...? You shouldn't use bad words!'
He mimicked Eric again.
'You... shut your mouth right now! A monster like you... Aaah!'
Overcome with rage, Ariel fainted.
'Mother? Mother!'
In truth, Lucius felt wronged.
He'd only done it for his mother, imitating his brother... What had he done wrong to make her hate him so? Lacking empathy, Lucius couldn't see his mistake. Yet he still loved Ariel and craved her love. She was the source of his first warmth, the one who taught him happiness. To him, Ariel was his 'real' mother.
'Get out! Get away from me! Never show your face before me again!'
'Mother...'
'Don't call me that!'
But sadly, to Ariel, Lucius was no longer her son.
Five years on, Lucius grew daily into a kingly figure. But that growth was a curse, draining Ariel's vitality bit by bit. Eric lay buried in the earth... while Lucius matured before her eyes. At last, Ariel succumbed to madness. She fled the palace. And encountered a dark sorcerer.
Thus, the rebellion began.
'Mother.'
'You disgust me... You're deceiving me! You, who killed Eric! To me!'
'......Mother.'
'Stop! I'm not your mother!'
'Mother!'
'Shut up! You shameless monster!'
Ariel spewed hatred, tears of blood streaming down her face.
Yet the rebellion ended in vain... and Lucius was forced to kill Ariel—his mother—with his own hands. The unpleasant sensation trickled from his fingertips. Covered in blood, Lucius shed his first tears. So this was sorrow. The second emotion he'd learned after happiness. As his ironclad facade crumbled...
'......You'll never be loved by anyone your whole life.'
Ariel breathed her last, leaving that final curse.
'Mother... Aaah, Mother! Mooooother!'
And that curse lingered in his memories, tormenting Lucius.
Not infused with magic, yet more potent than any spell. Ariel's prophecy—that he'd never be loved—plagued him still. Chloe, who so closely resembled her. The woman who evoked happy memories. Could he truly approach her? Would he face hatred again? Deepen his trauma?
The deeper his thoughts, the worse the headaches grew.
He still couldn't escape Ariel.
'Your Highness! Are you alright? Your face... Shall I massage your shoulders?'
'......I'm fine.'
'Aw, you look so down. Come on, don't refuse.'
'I said I'm fine.'
'Hehe, no worries. All today's work is done... Oh, but no new tasks, okay? Promise!'
But... with Chloe by his side, Lucius could smile.
She approached with the wide, gentle smile of his mother from kinder days. It was as if the world had granted him this chance to escape his trauma. If he could keep that smile... this happiness forever... perhaps he'd overcome his mother's curse? He couldn't be sure. But Lucius wanted to believe. He wanted to be with Chloe.
His feelings for her... he couldn't quite name them yet.
But Lucius wanted Chloe.
And at that moment, Chloe was being raped by Dirk.
"D-don't do thiiis! Eek?! Mmph... Mmmph, mmph! Puhah..."
"What's with that look? You sure you hate it?"
"Are you insane? Eek, haa... D-don't touch me!"
"Why not? Your words say no... but look, your body's honest."
"Ah... No! That's... Aaaahn! Hnng, aaang..."
Chloe's panties were, of course, soaked through. Stroking inside, her juices coated his fingers. Just as expected—she was deep in the aphrodisiac's grip. Showing her the drenched digits made her face flush crimson. A look of 'I've been caught...' No need for appraisal; it was obvious. The aroused Chloe's flustered state was adorable.
"Alright then, lie still for a bit."
"N-no... I hate it, nnng?! What's with the rope?!"
"Borrowed from Iris... Anyway, not important... Heave-ho."
"Kyaaaah! Don't undress me! Nooo! I said no!"
"Come on, really. If you hate it so much, show some real fight."
"Eek, no... Nnng?!"
"Not even one struggle. What's there to hate?"
This was working better than expected? Intoxicated by the herbal scent, Chloe offered no resistance. Good thing he'd slipped her the sedative first. Binding her wrists with rope tamed her. Seizing the moment, he stripped off her skirt. Pink panties matching her—just like her—greeted him. Sheer enough to see through. He tugged the edge aside. Her lovely pussy came into view.
"Uuung?! Haaang, uuung!"
She twitched her hips as he licked the entrance.
This ought to slide right in without issue.
Poor Lucius, oblivious and fast asleep.