Chapter 223
Chapter 223
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: Claiming Rozalin at Last
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Rozalin had drunk the tea faster and more than I'd expected, and before I knew it, she was asleep.
I'd already finished teleporting her to the basement using magic.
"...It's finally done."
No matter how it happened, what I wanted was Rozalin.
Even if it had come to this by force.
In the end, I'd gotten Rozalin, so I was... reasonably satisfied.
"Suuu.... Suuu...."
Lying on the pristine white bed, Rozalin looked utterly oblivious.
Her face showed she had no idea what was about to happen to her, peacefully asleep.
"As much as I'd like to start by connecting emotionally first. And take it slow."
I never imagined that "slow" would drag on this long.
It was self-inflicted, sure.
But in the end, this was how I'd ended up claiming Rozalin.
A bit of a reality check hit me.
"I should've just done it from the start."
Why had I dragged out something that turned out this easy?
Honestly, things had been too straightforward lately, making me second-guess my old habits.
Just a dash of sleeping pill, and here she was—docile, cute, beautiful—lying on my bed.
"...Haha."
It was basically a failure in the end.
Because it failed, I'd resorted to this coercive, violent act... but there were no regrets.
If anything, a mix of satisfaction, depravity, happiness, ecstasy, anticipation...
Sticky emotions filled me to the brim.
"Shall we begin?"
I'd told Lize to wait quietly in my room, and Ashley was asleep.
So the basement held just Rozalin and me.
"'Scuse me."
I approached the bed where she slept, slowly.
Beside the bed was a fairly large drawer, stocked with the tools I'd prepared.
I started by pulling out the restraints.
"The leather's soft."
This shouldn't damage Rozalin's skin too much.
At least, a little struggling wouldn't redden it or leave marks.
Resistance was expected, so no choice.
But using other magic... it wears off suddenly after time passes.
"...Gotta get her clothes off first?"
Holding the tools, I gazed at Rozalin and thought.
Restraining first, then undressing would be such a pain.
Better to strip her first, then bind her so she can't move. Way more efficient.
"Fufufu...."
I set the tools on the bed for now and climbed on, sitting right next to Rozalin. Very, very close.
Really....
"Beautiful."
She was.
No jewel, masterpiece painting, or architectural marvel could compare.
Just her face alone was this stunning.
If I stripped off that black petal-like dress....
"Haa..."
So I began removing Rozalin's dress.
Slowly, from the top.
She was out cold from the sleeping pill, so no way she'd wake from this.
Savoring it, taking my time.
-Swish....
-Swish....
"Hehe...."
The dress was a hassle to remove, but each reveal was gorgeous.
From collarbone to shoulders, breasts, stomach, lower belly, hips and thighs.
A body like a true work of art.
Not super toned from intense workouts, but soft, plush, inviting.
"...Haa."
I'd seen it during baths before, but in this situation? Totally different.
A happy feeling.
Just looking made me happy.
"Huu...."
Now in just her underwear, Rozalin lay on my bed.
Completely asleep, unaware.
Excitement was building hard to contain... but I had to hold back.
Doing it while she slept would be such a waste.
Our first time... needed to be more dramatic.
-Clink.
-Clink.
"Fufu...."
Then I began restraining her body.
Legs spread wide and bound, arms and hands pulled close to her body, barely movable.
"God, I want to fuck her."
Couldn't help the crude words.
Such a lewd body in this lewd setup.
Not thinking that would be weirder.
"Prep the aphrodisiac?"
Clothes off, body bound.
I grabbed lotion instead of potion and slowly applied it to Rozalin's body.
Naturally skipping nipples and below.
Those spots would get sensitive on their own.
Sensitivity ramps up with mental arousal anyway.
"Madam, I'll make you feel good?"
I coated her entire body except those areas.
Lotion's weaker than potion, not direct on erogenous zones.
So relatively safe—could slather everywhere.
"Looking smoother by the minute."
I pressed her belly firmly, kneading, and said it.
Her body now slick all over from the lotion.
Like... perfectly ripened fruit.
Nothing like when she first came to our mansion—beautiful, sexy, arousing now.
Back then, her face and body were slimmer... now, so much more touchable.
"Hng...."
"Lower belly feel good?"
A moan escaped as I kneaded her lower belly after lotioning.
Even without this, Rozalin was sensitive.
Always careful with bathwater temp, and I'd sensed it teasing her secretly.
"Waa...."
About three minutes of firm presses?
Her black panties started visibly wetting.
Thin fabric made it obvious.
"You're such a pervert, Madam. Daughter massages your belly a bit, and you're already soaked?"
"Hng...."
Words she couldn't hear, asleep.
But I teased anyway, playing alone.
She was wet, after all.
Yeah.
No way she wouldn't be.
.
.
.
.
After that, I spent some time slowly fondling her bound body.
Her lotion-sensitized skin was so fun.
Every touch drew lewd moans, and just watching her pretty face and body was joy enough.
Like that, three hours passed.
Casually toying with Rozalin for three hours.
Occasionally slipping fingers in her mouth for fun, resting briefly now and then.
"Uu...."
A voice not quite a moan.
Like Rozalin stirring from deep sleep.
"She's waking up."
Hearing that, I slowly rose from the chair a bit away from the bed.
The room was dim.
No main light, just auxiliaries on.
"Uu...? Nn...?"
Rozalin, semi-conscious, mumbled alone.
Vision blocked, probably.
I'd blindfolded her while she slept—total confusion, as planned.
All expected.
"What is this...."
Then chains rattled.
Likely realizing as she tugged legs and arms.
"Where is my daughter...?"
Her question was intriguing.
Asking after me.
Thinks she's kidnapped?
Natural reaction.
Though really, just comfy in our home basement.
"Where is Camellia...! Answer me!"
"......."
Bound body, blind eyes—she thrashed alone, voicing worry. Gratitude and excitement surged.
So hot?
Daughter did this, yet mother frets over her.
Totally natural.
"Hehe...."
"W-Who are you!"
She caught my soft laugh.
Ears sharp without sight?
Body already hypersensitive—no need for that.
But whispering weird stuff in her ear later? Sounds good.
"Whoever kidnapped me... fine.... But my daughter.... Not Camellia.... Please...."
I watched her sob softly from the side.
Her devoted care for me.
Hated it.
Always seeing me as daughter to protect, care for. Infuriating.
At first, maybe thrilled—real mom, family.
But Rozalin to me? Not stepmom.
Not mother.
Woman.
Not maternal—just drew fondness, love, lust, desire.
"Eut...."
I approached slowly, lifting the blindfold from her eyes.
Rozalin's green eyes emerged gradually.
Always thought them too pretty.
Emerald shine, yet deep with thoughts.
And those eyes... widened as the blindfold came off.
"Camellia...?"
Our gazes met.
Mother's eyes on me—not usual.
Tinged with fear.
I'd expected it... still stung a little.