Chapter 353
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Translator: 8uhl
Chapter: 353
Chapter Title: If You Desire It, Gladly.
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When she declared neutrality.
She had thought to herself.
That this was her role.
To prevent the Seven Dragon Society from collapsing due to reckless competition, someone had to maintain balance.
And the only one capable of doing that was herself—the one whom all the princesses trusted.
In exchange, she alone had to give up participating in the struggle over Rimon. But if it was for the sake of the Seven Dragon Society, she thought she could endure that much.
…No, she believed she could endure it.
Until she saw Hasneti burst into the Utopia Guild’s banquet and take Rimon away.
At that moment—
She felt it.
A hollow sense of loss tearing through her chest.
An anxious urge to take him back.
And… a rage that made her want to cut Hasneti down immediately.
If she had not been the most noble among the seven princesses, she would never have been able to endure that torrent of emotions.
That was why she realized something.
That she was not as noble as she had believed.
And that her confidence in maintaining neutrality until the end had been nothing more than arrogance.
In front of Rimon, she could not help but become not a princess of the Seven Dragon Society, but simply a woman.
That was right.
Dragon Psionics didn’t matter.
Back in London, when she had been crushed by responsibility and wavering in her convictions—
When he had told her she was right, comforted her with music, and looked at her not as the Azure Dragon Princess but as “Rose”—
From that moment on…
She had already fallen in love with him.
Even if she abandoned her convictions.
Even if she deceived the other princesses.
Even if she betrayed her clan.
Even if she plunged the world into war.
She could never give him up.
She had always lived pretending to be noble, so she could not admit that truth.
But thanks to Hasneti, she became aware of her own hypocrisy, found her answer, and understood Rimon’s heart.
And so she accepted it.
And made up her mind.
She would simply follow it.
The princess who had once been the most noble.
But who decided to fall—abandoning her pride, her status, her clan, everything—for the sake of one man.
To claim the reward for that decision,
She kissed him again.
Smack.
Softly brushing.
Clinging tightly.
Deep, as if drinking him in.
At first the act had been awkward, but with each repetition it became smoother and more natural.
As if everything she had learned so quickly and diligently since childhood had been meant for moments like this.
Twitch.
Perhaps because of her lack of experience.
Her tongue and lips faltered at the hand that slid up her thigh to support her hips.
But the hand did not stop.
Instead, it tightened around her soft flesh, urging her on.
Squeeze.
“Ah…!”
Her body trembled from the intense stimulation, and instinctively she buried her face into his neck and kissed him again.
Only then, as though his anger had finally eased,
The hand that had been gripping her supple flesh loosened—
Yet instead of withdrawing, it moved deeper.
For a pure body that had never known a man’s touch before, the sensation sliding between her skirt was overwhelmingly intense, making her hands and feet twitch involuntarily.
Rip.
But only at first.
As if touching her through the fabric wasn’t enough,
His hand nearly tore the skirt away.
His fingers slid across the thin cloth now exposed beneath her long, slender thighs, leaving red marks on the flawless skin.
The teeth that had been nibbling her ear traced down to her neck, savoring the even more delicate flesh there.
“…Haa.”
Her body curled reflexively under the crossing sensations.
But the arm wrapped around her waist held her firmly in place, pulling her even closer instead of letting her retreat.
Tickling her slender waist.
Tearing her thin but sturdy clothing with his teeth and biting gently into the skin beneath.
“Ah… ngh.”
It had only been a short while.
Yet the image of the pure female knight had already vanished completely.
What remained was only the body of a woman, white skin exposed between the disheveled clothes, writhing like prey caught in a predator’s jaws.
Clink.
When the gold necklace slipping down his neck brushed against her skin and sent chills through her body,
The warmth from their touching bodies soothed her overly sensitive senses.
But his body was too hot.
The scent filling her nose was dizzying.
Her heart pounded as if it would burst.
Instinctively she buried her face in his firm chest and let out a breath of ecstasy.
“Hngh…”
As if he had noticed her mind turning blank,
He grabbed one of her legs—resting over his knee—and pulled it.
The boot still on her foot slipped off with a dull thud.
And in the moment his fingers slipped into the once-pure cloth revealed between her parted thighs—
A sweet sound like honey echoed.
Her face flushed with a mixture of shame and excitement.
And he continued to kiss and explore her skin, leaving his marks everywhere.
“Ah!”
Like a predator savoring its prey, tearing off pieces little by little rather than ending it in one strike.
From her trembling fingers to her curled toes.
Lowering his head to bite the sensitive peaks of her chest.
Relentlessly searching out every hidden sensitive spot she herself had never known, stimulating them one by one with almost cruel persistence.
“Haa…”
Yet the one being devoured alive offered no resistance.
Instead, she wrapped her arms around his head, relaxing her tense body so that he could explore her even more easily.
At first glance, it might have looked like a noble sacrifice—throwing herself to calm a beast.
But anyone seeing her now would never think of it that way.
Her face flushed with pleasure.
Sticky, breathy moans escaping her lips.
And eyes dyed with desire.
Right now, she looked nothing like a noble sacrifice.
If anything, she resembled a base animal.
Yet she did not care about that at all.
No—she couldn’t.
Because with every breath she took,
And every time he explored her,
The sweet, intoxicating heat of Dragon Psionics resonated with the dragon blood within her, turning her mind white.
Reason.
Pride.
Convictions.
Everything she had built until now—
All of it fading.
The sensation of falling into nothing more than a female.
And yet what filled her empty mind was not shame or fear.
But the opposite.
Joy.
The liberation of escaping the chains that had bound her all her life.
The intense pleasure of something crude and primal she had never felt before.
And above all,
The marks he left across her body as though claiming her as his possession.
All of it made her gasp in happiness.
Slowly.
“…!”
But that was not the end.
As if everything so far had merely been exploration,
He now began actively stimulating the most sensitive places he had discovered.
Thump.
“…! …!!!”
The pleasure was so intense that the bed creaked as her hips lifted.
Her mind melted in delight.
The stimulation pushed beyond her limits.
She could barely breathe.
Yet even then, her hands clawed at his firm back, seeking even stronger pleasure.
The Dragon Psionics resonating with the growing pleasure swelled further, amplifying the sensation in a vicious cycle.
And when his touch finally reached the deepest place—
A lightning-like white pleasure
Consumed her.
…………
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Some time later.
Rimon asked Rose, who was covering her half-naked body with a blanket.
“Feeling a bit better now, Countess?”
“…Yes. Thanks to your concern.”
“If anything, it feels more like it’s my fault rather than my help.”
“That’s…”
Rose simply blushed.
She couldn’t deny it—even as empty courtesy.
After all, she had fainted because of him.
No matter that it was her first time; for a princess of the Seven Dragon Society to lose consciousness over something like this…
She didn’t know whether to be ashamed of her own inexperience or resent Rimon’s skill.
Seeing her face as red as a ripe persimmon, Rimon chuckled softly, guessing her thoughts.
Then he suddenly spoke as though something had just occurred to him.
“Oh right. There were a few things I wanted to confirm with you, Countess. Mind if I ask now?”
“What would you like to know?”
It was an obvious attempt to change the subject.
Knowing it was consideration for her sake, Rose accepted the question calmly.
But Rimon wasn’t asking merely to spare her embarrassment.
“You’re really going to start a war?”
“…Yes.”
It was an absurd question for a moment like this.
Yet precisely because of that, it was a necessary one.
Rose answered seriously.
“It’s a war that cannot be avoided.”
From the moment she ambushed Hasneti and kidnapped Rimon, any peaceful resolution had already vanished.
No matter who tried to mediate.
Even if someone threatened with force.
Hasneti would never stop.
Like a wildfire that only dies after reducing the mountain to ashes, she would rampage until all her anger was spent.
“…Especially now.”
Rose blushed again, hiding her body beneath the blanket, still marked by Rimon.
Honestly, if anyone saw her like this, it would be natural for any princess—not just Hasneti—to want to tear her apart.
In that sense, the fact that the opponent was Hasneti was almost fortunate.
Out of rage, she would come directly to kill Rose herself rather than involve the other princesses.
“As you know, Sword Saint, there is now only one way to stop Hasneti from turning the world into a battlefield.”
“By starting a war?”
“She belongs to the Red Dragon clan.”
“Hm.”
Rimon scratched his cheek.
Starting a war to prevent a war.
It sounded contradictory.
But someone like Rimon, who had experienced countless bizarre wars, wasn’t surprised by that contradiction.
Instead, he simply asked:
“You know I can’t fight for you, right?”
“I know.”
“You sure that’s okay? At this rate it’ll be hard to settle things cleanly.”
“That’s actually why I have a request for you.”
“A request?”
After hearing what that request was, Rimon nodded after a brief moment of thought.
“Well, if it’s just that much, I can do it. But right now it still feels a bit lacking.”
“I’ve already prepared a solution for that.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes. If everything goes according to plan, the preparations should be finished the day after tomorrow.”
“The day after tomorrow… So we’ve got at least until tomorrow?”
“That’s right.”
“Perfect.”
As if relieved that the biggest problem had been solved,
Rimon nodded.
Then he said:
“Well then, let’s continue.”
“…?”
Rose blinked, unable to understand the sudden remark.
Rimon smirked.
Then he approached her on the bed and whispered in her ear.
“I told you before we started, didn’t I? I wasn’t going to end it halfway.”
“…!”
At that moment,
Rose froze.
Because she finally realized something when she saw the hungry predator-like look in his eyes.
Because the female had fainted before he was satisfied,
This male had been left frustrated—like a predator whose prey had been snatched away just as he was about to devour it.
He had merely held back out of consideration.
But that patience had ended.
And now he intended to resume the meal he had been forced to pause.
Her face flushed bright red.
But only for a moment.
Taking a small breath,
She released the blanket she had been clutching.
Slip.
The blanket covering her pale skin slid away.
Her already-torn clothes and scraps of fabric fell aside with it.
Looking up at Rimon with eyes as clear and pure as a lake, yet burning with undeniable heat,
Rose spoke.
“…If that is what you desire, then gladly.”
With a faint smile.
Her slender naked body revealed.
Opening her arms to welcome him.
The princess who had once been the most noble
Thus sank into the joy of her own fall.