Chapter 303
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Translator: 8uhl
Chapter: 303
Chapter Title: I'll Become a Son of a Bitch
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Swish.
A hand slipped between the disheveled hem of her skirt, and her body instinctively shrank back.
As if finding that resistance adorable.
With her wrist pinned, it scraped along her soft skin, then bit down sharply on her twitching neck.
"Eut...!"
He hadn't even put much force into it.
Her flailing body spread her limbs wide.
Her finally freed hand teased her most sensitive spots freely, making Li Chingwei gasp for breath without restraint.
Savoring the hot breath spilling onto her nape.
He lowered his head.
Down her slender neck, past her straight collarbone, and further below.
Leaving red marks here and there, he buried his face between her moist skin and toyed with her to his heart's content.
"Haa."
Like a beast toying with its prey.
She couldn't resist the way he ravaged her so roughly.
She merely twisted her body like an herbivore bitten in a vital spot, writhing against the fiery heat transmitted from his touch.
Her skin grew feverish.
Amid her pounding heart.
The only relief from that heat was the trails left by his passing touch.
Unable to endure the sensation of her entire body burning, Li Chingwei finally wrapped her arms around Rimon's neck herself, pulling him in for a kiss.
Entwining her tongue with his.
Exhaling her own heat.
To cool her overheated body, even a little.
Thump.
'Ah...!'
But right after.
Li Chingwei realized it was a mistake.
Like kindling doused in oil, her body exploded with even more intense heat after the kiss, setting her heart ablaze.
'Dragon... psionic...'
Even as her mind went nearly blank, she instinctively realized it.
Her dragon psionic was reacting to his touch, his scent, his body heat—roiling on the verge of eruption.
Yet she couldn't stop.
Like a wanderer lost in the desert who knows the oasis is saltwater but drinks anyway.
The hotter her body grew.
The more desperately and deeply she craved him.
Even knowing the heat would worsen.
And the thirst would deepen.
The cool sweetness of their entwined tongues in that fleeting moment addicted her further.
Splat!
"Hngh...!"
Fingers sliding down her back touched something—somewhere.
Her legs jolted up like she'd been electrocuted, thrashing against the sheets and bumping into Rimon's body repeatedly.
But he didn't stop.
His hand gripping her intensified her struggles.
His other arm pulled her slender legs close, locking them firmly so she couldn't flail anymore.
With even her mouth blocked, unable to moan.
After freeing her trembling arms from around his neck.
Rimon lowered his body again.
Down her slim waist, past her cute navel.
Like a wolf tearing into the hind leg of a pitiful doe, to devour her.
Riiip.
"Hik."
The stockings—made of material that could block blades—tore effortlessly, and before the cool air could touch her, a thrilling jolt shot up.
Tasting her bit by bit.
From her toes, gradually upward.
Each pass of his mouth sent lightning-like shocks piercing from toe to scalp.
And when beastly bite marks scarred the softest flesh beyond the arch of her foot.
Squeeze.
"...!"
Clutching the sheets tight.
Li Chingwei twisted and buried her face in the pillow.
To silence the sound threatening to escape her lips, to hide the expression she couldn't let anyone see.
But that was a mistake.
As if displeased by her attempt to hide 'his' possession.
He thrust his head deeper, ravaging her.
"...! ...!!!"
Unable to control his strength.
The sheets tore, stuffing flying everywhere, but she couldn't even notice.
The sensations were too intense—beyond ecstasy into agony—leaving her only able to gasp and writhe.
Her neat black hair scattered across the bed.
Her already disheveled clothes flung open like wings, save the last scrap of fabric, fully exposing her.
Like a butterfly caught in a web, panting desperately, she finally clung to the only one she could rely on, wrapping arms and legs around him.
Forgetting that he was the culprit.
Shrrrip.
Like a drowning person clawing for life.
Her nails shredded his shirt across his back, carving red furrows into his firm muscles.
No wounds, but the pain must have registered.
Yet like cradling a kitten nipping fingers, his touch grew gentler, stimulating her skin even more sensitively.
That alone dizzied her.
But more vertigo came from her activated dragon psionic.
Its lava-like fierce heat now seeped directly through her skin, amplifying every sensation.
"Sword Duke, please."
Was it a plea?
Or a beg?
Her white skin drenched in sweat—hers, his, or something else.
As she gasped desperately, he pressed his lips to her ear and whispered.
"Call my name."
So unexpected.
Even with her mind blank as if her brain cells were destroyed, she froze for an instant.
But only an instant.
The nibble on her earlobe left no room for thought; she obeyed.
"...Ri, mon."
"Yes, Li Chingwei."
"...!"
Like praising her.
As his hand stroked her smooth skin, making her spasm again, he whispered into her ear.
"Never forget it again. That you're already mine."
When they'd agreed to the engagement.
He'd asked if she was prepared to fight the whole world.
And she'd said yes.
No backing out or running away now.
To his resolute words.
Li Chingwei couldn't respond.
No words needed.
The dragon psionic flowing from Rimon's kiss obliterated all thought.
The fiery dragon psionic pouring through her lips pierced her soft insides, reaching the deepest place.
Her slender body arched like a dolphin impaled on a harpoon, and a cry finally escaped her lips, echoing through the night.
…………!
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And...
Time passed.
Exactly how much, Li Chingwei couldn't tell.
She didn't remember how many sounds she'd made or how many times she'd nearly blacked out.
Two things were clear.
The moon in the night sky had passed its zenith and was tilting westward.
And after all that violent writhing, she couldn't even twitch a finger.
"One last question."
On the wrecked bed, holding her sweat-soaked, limp form close.
"Do you still feel the same?"
Rimon asked softly.
About breaking off their engagement and taking another princess as bride.
That he'd end up doing to another what he'd done tonight.
"...You're so mean."
"You made me this way."
"Can't argue with that."
No strength left even to smile.
Her bitter expression showed briefly.
Burying her face in the unscathed Rimon's chest—unlike her exhausted self—Li Chingwei murmured weakly.
"Sword Duke, please don't tempt me anymore."
Calling him by title instead of the name he'd permitted.
The Seven Dragon Society's most dangerous princess whispered seductively, laced with regret.
"Keep this up, and I might seriously want to kill the other princesses and monopolize you."
"...Is that so."
Too clever.
And with crucial goals to achieve.
Though she loved him more than anyone, she couldn't abandon everything for love.
Stroking the girl's head, Rimon nodded.
"Fine. If that's what you want, I'll become a son of a bitch for you."
"Thank you."
Thanking her love for saying they'd part, Li Chingwei smiled.
A pure, genuine smile—thus all the more sorrowful.
And Rimon said.
"But I won't break off our engagement."
"...?"
"And I won't play both sides with the other princesses for petty gains."
"What do you mean...?"
Breaking off with her and pitting the six princesses against each other for the empty spot—that was key to her plan.
Staring blankly, unable to grasp his words shaking it at the root.
Rimon grinned ferociously.
"Since I'm becoming a son of a bitch anyway, might as well show you why they called me a mad dog."
The night passed.
The reconvened Seven Dragon Conference.
Sitting at the round table, restored to its pristine state without a trace of damage.
Rose sighed.
Troubled by yesterday's discussion of punishing Li Chingwei and Rimon's intrusion and retreat.
She'd pulled an all-nighter.
Insomnia wasn't new for her, but even accounting for that, last night was especially restless.
She even felt the urge to seek out Rimon and ask for a song.
But she couldn't.
Contacting a specific princess or outsider during the conference was taboo.
Especially Rimon— she could become the next target of condemnation.
That must be why Charlotte hastily reconvened it.
'If only I'd had a little more time...'
If she could have met the other princesses beforehand to persuade them.
Or even just talked with Li Chingwei in advance, she wouldn't have to stay silent now.
But with the conference underway, she couldn't act rashly.
She was the Azure Dragon Clan's princess.
Responsible for her clan's fate—she couldn't move on personal feelings alone.
But was that right?
Would Rimon stand by while Li Chingwei was punished?
If he decided to fight the entire Seven Dragon Society to protect her, would she have to draw her sword against him for her clan?
...Or the opposite?
Her all-nighter yielded no answer; Rose's face darkened.
Thus, she didn't notice.
The six seats excluding the empty black one.
The other princesses occupying them also looked subtly fatigued or distracted.
That she wasn't the only one who'd stayed up all night.
"Sorry, did I keep you waiting?"
But that subtle mood vanished instantly.
Not just because Li Chingwei—the target of condemnation—entered leading the Black Dragon Guard.
Unlike yesterday's tense standoff, she looked oddly deflated.
Despite wearing an Eastern-style dress that wrapped tightly from neck to arms—instead of her usual revealing martial robes—her aura felt strangely more seductive.
And the Black Dragon Guard carrying in a massive steel chair and setting it behind her.
Above all, the white-haired man casually crossing his legs on that steel throne, glaring down at them with a wicked glint—that silenced every princess.
In that bizarre silence.
Li Chingwei spoke, her faint smile different from usual—resigned, somehow.
"Well then, shall we reconvene the Seven Dragon Conference?"