Chapter 243
Chapter 243
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: Endlessly Sweet
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"Sip.... Phew...."
"Hnng...."
Enjoying Rozalin's scent was far more pleasurable than I had imagined.
Her unique body fragrance, her unique softness—it let me savor Rozalin in every way.
It was truly... so incredibly sweet.
Sweet enough that I wanted to possess her forever.
"Mother, I love you."
"Hnng...."
I whispered another light confession to her and planted a very gentle kiss on her neck.
Of course, it wasn't just a mere press of lips.
I sucked on her skin, the veins beneath it, with my lips until red marks bloomed.
On Rozalin's white flesh, I left marks that anyone could see—marks that would unmistakably feel lewd and suggestive.
All the while, Rozalin offered no resistance whatsoever.
She simply sat there quietly, hands neatly folded on her knees.
"I love you."
So I did it once more.
Rozalin remained silent and still, allowing the mark to form on her neck without protest.
That was why I continued—again, and again, and again.
Before long, the kiss marks adorned not just her neck, but her collarbone and shoulders as well.
She probably couldn't go outside like this.
I knew that already, but I had left them there on purpose.
"Mother, why won't you answer me?"
"........"
"Mother."
My soft voice turned cold once more.
As if to summon the memory of that day.
"Ah, s-sorry...."
She startled and finally opened her mouth, looking so fragile.
She seemed like a frail deer fleeing from a predator.
"I love you, Mother."
"...Yes."
"What do you think, Mother?"
"I... love you."
"Good."
Half threat, but even that filled me with exhilaration... I really might be beyond saving.
That didn't mean I planned to stop now.
If anything, I wanted more.
"I love you."
"...Yes."
"Kiss me."
"...Me?"
"Yes, you, Mother."
I climbed onto Rozalin's lap as she sat on the sofa, shifting to face her pretty features directly.
I gazed down at her from slightly above.
In that position, I cupped her face with both hands and demanded a kiss.
Was the posture embarrassing her?
Rozalin's cheeks flushed as she kept averting her gaze.
"Hurry."
"...All right."
She closed her eyes and slowly brought her face closer to mine.
Even though I held her face, this was a kiss she initiated.
"Chup...."
A clumsy kiss.
Lize's kisses were terribly clumsy too, but Rozalin's were even worse.
Her tongue moved stiffly, and she wasn't breathing properly either.
"Fwaa, haa...."
She kept breaking away to catch her breath, then pressing her lips back to mine repeatedly.
That sight was utterly lovable.
If she acted like this, surely she harbored feelings for me.
It couldn't just be to maintain our relationship—her actions suggested so much more.
Otherwise, she wouldn't kiss me like this.
"Chup, chu...."
She wouldn't blush so deeply while devoting herself to the kiss.
I had only instructed her to kiss me, but not like this....
"Fwaaah.... Haa, chup...."
I hadn't expected such earnest effort.
I figured it'd be perfunctory, a bit better than Ella's peck last time.
Not this constant pressing of lips and tongues.
"Fhu...."
"Fwaa...?"
Mid-kiss, I pushed Rozalin's face back.
Our tangled tongues parted, our lips separated, and confusion spread across her face.
Had she not expected me to end it first?
"Why....?"
"We did plenty."
"D-Did I upset you? Was it too weird... too bad...?"
"......."
She looked so pitiable.
I truly wanted to hug her tight, stroke her hair, and comfort her gently.
But my nature was too cruel for that.
Too wicked to properly console my stepmother's pitiful state.
"That's not how you kiss."
"Huh?"
"You go deeper, until you're breathless, your mind goes blank, and all you feel are our touching tongues and flesh. That's a real kiss."
"Wait.... Hnng...?!"
I yanked her face toward mine by force and resumed the kiss.
Not like her earnest but clumsy attempt.
Not some erogenous zone play—just swirling my tongue like savoring food or enunciating words.
Wet, sticky, persistent—mixing tongues and pouring my saliva into her mouth for her to swallow.
"Mmph, hmmph...!? Hnng, churp, glk?!"
Holding her face, I kept the kiss going so she couldn't escape.
Whether from shame or something else, Rozalin squeezed her eyes shut and simply took it.
Letting out lewd moans now and then.
"Fwaaah.... Haa, haa, haa.... Haaah...."
"This is how it's done."
"Haa...."
"Got it now?"
"Hek, hek...."
"Mm."
Did she still not get it?
Hard to tell.
Anyway, I gave Rozalin a very deep kiss.
I didn't know how she felt, but I was thoroughly delighted.
Honestly, I was a bit wet down there?
"So erotic."
"Haa...?"
Just moments ago, worry for the precarious Rozalin had dominated me.
But now... I was aroused.
Her precarious, pitiable look was just so... alluring.
"Tell me you love me."
"L-Lo.... Hnng...."
I touched her body.
An erogenous zone?
Not even close.
Just lightly stroking from her face to her neck, then her arms.
Yet even that elicited cute reactions from Rozalin.
Different from her fragile state earlier—she was starting to look purely sensual.
Right now, she focused solely on the kiss and my touch.
No more furtive trembling or fearful flinching at my words.
She seemed aroused too.
"I love you...."
"Fuu...."
Fuck, she's turning me on so much.
My head was full of Rozalin.
I wanted to spread the thighs of the woman beneath me and toy with her at will.
Rip off that beautiful dress and lick her white skin.
Loop my arm around her neck and squeeze until she struggled to breathe.
Press my body even tighter against hers.
Such thoughts clouded my mind into a haze.
"I love you. Truly."
"Haaah...."
"Say it back...."
"L-Love, hnng...."
"Not as a daughter—as something else. Deeper, completely different from before. Say you love me that way."
I looked at Rozalin.
A gaze unlike any before.
Impossible to pinpoint or define clearly.
I'd stared into her eyes for so long, yet this felt incomparable.
Was my mind blanking out? Or had her eyes truly changed?
I had no idea.
All I could focus on was Rozalin right before me, mere centimeters away.
Her visible eyes, her ragged breath from the kiss, the lingering sweet rose scent.
That was all that filled me.
"Answer seriously."
I ignored how she'd been off lately from not seeing me for days, how she'd watched me so warily, and pressed on.
The answer I wanted was obvious.
But just because I wanted it didn't mean it'd happen.
Desire and reality differed.
I simply gazed down at her and waited.
"Whether you love me as a daughter or the same way I love you—I won't hate you for it, Mother."
It was sincere.
I'd be disappointed, sad—maybe unproductive for three months, or mindlessly attack the damn Rose family.
But no matter her choice, I wouldn't do as I said last time.
No hating, shunning, or cold treatment.
No—I probably couldn't.
"Better yet, answer properly. From the heart."
...If I got no firm answer again, no rejection, I'd break in so many ways.
But this was right.
"........"
Rozalin met my gaze at my demand.
But her lips stayed shut.
What should I do?
What more should I say to her?
Would gentle, reassuring words be better?
I didn't know.
"......."
"......."
I simply held her gaze, motionless.
No words, no actions—just waiting.
Composing myself to accept whatever she said calmly.
"...I."
Rozalin finally spoke.
What... what would she say?
I had no clue.
Truly none.
"I... will never hate Camellia."
"...."
"No matter what my daughter does, I will... always...."
"......."
"Love her... because she's my beloved daughter..."