The Tragedy of The Villainess

TL: I think last time I didn’t say it clear enough. But my hiatus will start after I complete this novel (hopefully I’ll finish it in 3 months).

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And that was not all. Seria’s hand, completely against her will, began to slide into Lesche’s shirt without resistance. The hand moved of its own accord, as if it wanted to peel off Lesche immediately.

“What are you doing?”

Though Lesche’s reaction was more perplexing.

He stared, alternating between Seria’s face and her hands. Her hands, which had lost their strength, slid down the buttoned shirt without success, and she began to unbutton them one by one herself.

Tak. Tak. Tak.

Contrary to what he had heard, Lesche’s eyes were completely fixed on Seria. How surprised she was even in a situation where she was half out of her mind….

It was fortunate that there were only Susan and Abigail in the bedroom.

Susan left with Abigail, smiling with relief, and the doctor hurriedly examined Seria as if he didn't know where to put his eyes and left the bedroom.

The faithful doctor didn’t forget to say a few words to Lesche before he went out.

“You must be patient for at least two days." (*poor Lesche?)

Seria fully understood why he dared to say those words. That was how tightly her body was attached to Lesche. By that time she could have guessed the cause of this crazy situation.

“This is caused by the side effects. A side effect of the power. You hear me?”

“I hear you, Seria.”

"……."

Seria’s body was like a can that was now completely empty.

She was so horrified by Liegel and the demons, she used all her strength in her body and released all her sacred power when Tuban said to use as much as power as she could.

The emptied power went up quickly, but it was not without side effects.

But, if she had known the side effects would be something like this…

Tuban said Seria was the only Stern with moon’s blood, and that the Berg was a family that had kept moon’s bones as heirlooms. That was why her body madly wanted Berg's master…

As a result, her body now seemed to hate that Lesche was wearing clothes.

Because of the hands that were constantly trying to take it off without success, in a matter of minutes, Lesche took off his jacket himself.

He leaned over Seria to make it easier for her to touch him.

“The side effects of the sacred power are too promiscuous.” (Lesche)

“Please…." (Seria)

Seria really wanted to cry. In the meantime, her hands groped his tight muscles.

She didn't want to touch Lesche like a pervert to this extent.

But her body, contrary to her mind, was desperately clinging to Lesche.

The silk gown that Susan must have put on her had long since fallen to the floor.

Every time her knees or thighs grazed Lesche’s body, his hands would tighten as he endured the temptation. Her back shuddered as Lesche let out a low sigh.

“Are you torturing your husband who had a hard time rescuing you?”

“It seems so….Don't question me, question my divine power.”

“You want me to question your divine power?”

Lesche then buried his face on her neck and held her waist tightly.

“….. what are you doing?" (Seria)

“You said I need to question your power.”

“You’re questioning it or teasing me?”

On the other hand, the side effects of the senseless power were deplored even in such a situation, and both hands were touching Lesche’s body. She wanted to take her hands away. Lesche had a look of great amusement on his face.

“You are right about the side effects. When I do this, you usually just push me away.” (Lesche)

“…….”

“I really like it, but you don't like it so much? I wish you would do this every day." (Lesche)

"Really, you are……." (Seria)

Lesche, smiling, hugged Seria with force as he trapped her in his arms.

Seria’s lips were perfectly stuck to Lesche’s cheek. Was it because she could feel a faint divine power from Lesche’s body? Apart from her desire easing off, the expression on his face didn’t unravel easily.

She could feel his heart beating faster. It felt strange to see his cheeks turning pale.

“Lesche.”

Seria asked.

"How long was I out?"

“It hasn't been more than three days. Are you feeling dizzy?"

“I'm fine."

Seria hesitated and asked.

“Did it take long to rescue me?"

Lesche lifted his upper body and looked at Seria.

"It didn't take very long."

Around that point, Seria’s hands finally started to listen a little to her will. She hurriedly cupped Lesche’s cheek, delighted. Lesche chuckled and asked,

“Do your hands want to touch my face now?”

“This is my will. I wanted to touch it earlier."

Lesche covered the back of Seria’s hand as he asked.

“Why?"

“Your face looks gaunt. Were there that many demons under the sacred tree?"

“There weren't that many."

“Then what happened?"

“I was afraid you were dead.”

"……."

Lesche smiled with a twisted expression.

“What if you were already dead the whole time I was coming in? That was all I could think about. I thought I was going crazy and d*mn it …. I hate to even say this.”

He looked into Seria’s shaky eyes and frowned.

“I'm not angry, Seria.”

"……."

The words, which were nothing, spread a stiff pain in Seria’s heart. It was similar to the strange pain in her chest when I heard Tuban’s answer.

“Lesche.”

Seria looked up at him and opened her mouth.

“I promised to marry you first in the past.”

Lesche just stared at her without saying anything.

“But we never got married because we both died early. You even brought me some jewelry, saying it was a wedding gift.”

The bright blue jewels were still vivid in her eyes.

"I guess the power of Stern was too much for me in the past. I didn't get along with my family, and it was the same then. So I wished to leave it all behind and run away, and Tuban listened to my wish.”

Seria had died young in her previous life. She thought she died early because she was just unlucky, but after hearing Tuban's story, she couldn't stay in the world for long, so her life span was short.

Of course, she had no family there.

“I hear it's time to be gone …. Still, it doesn't feel very good to think about it."

Especially the first life where Lesche and she died early.

Lesche clasped Seria’s hands and kissed the back of her hand and asked.

"What kind of idiot was I in the past that left you behind?”

"Well? I could have died first."

"Then I guess I followed you. I see I wasn’t completely stupid.”

"What in the world are you talking about, some old-fashioned practice?"

"Old-fashioned? I'm serious."

Seria burst out laughing. Lesche smiled gently, ran his fingers over her cheeks, and said,

"Don't dwell on it alone, Seria."

“…….”

"If you really want to, I'd like you to talk to me as you do now. You don't like it?”

“No.”

Seria shook her head weakly.

“I'll tell you. Can you hear everything?"

“You still don't seem to know me well enough to know that I'm going crazy for wanting to hear you talk.”

“What a ……. Why would you say that?"

A few laughs came out.

It was important for someone to say something light about her heavy thoughts.

On the other hand, it also made her realize how unsuitable the word short-lived was with this strong and robust man.

As she touched Lesche’s face, she remembered Tuban’s answer.

“Why did you have Lesche’s face?”

<Because that's what Berg wanted.>

What exactly did Lesche want so that Tuban would have his face?

Tuban wasn’t the type to deliberately hide something from her. Even when he couldn't talk because of the restrictions, he tried to somehow respond while spitting blood.

So that vague reply was probably the best Tuban could answer at the time.

‘If I bring the last jewel that Tuban told me to bring, my doubts would be answered, wouldn't they?’

Despite these thoughts, Seria’s legs began to wrap around Lesche’s thighs.

"……."

Why on earth would the side effects be so unhealthy?

Seria coughed.

“So, well, my body isn't listening to me again.”

Lesche did not answer.

Instead, she could clearly feel his dense muscles wriggling. He was still clothed, but she could see the bulking.

It was impossible to know how much Lesche had been suppressing himself. Seria’s ears turned hot.

“Seria.”

Lesche stared at Seria and opened his mouth.

“The doctor told me not to touch you.”

“I have no strength in my body. …. I'll faint if I'm not careful."

“I’m going crazy….”

Lesche’s neck shook. He could not turn away from Seria at all.

It was then that a knock was heard.

Lesche lifted his head for a moment. Seria’s hands still wrapped around Lesche’s face as he tried to move away to check outside the door.

"……."

Seria lifted her body along Lesche's upper body and kissed him on the lips. The kiss was full of strength.

‘Why I can’t stay apart from him even for a second, really…’

Fortunately, thanks to the last vestiges of conscience left in her flesh, it didn't lead to any more intense skinship. Seria looked at Lesche with a sigh of relief. He didn't seem surprised by the sudden kiss.

It was at that moment that Seria laughed, embarrassed.

The thought of Lesche’s lower body, which he had been holding out on his desire, was now in her mind. Lesche immediately wrapped Seria’s head and kissed her roughly.

“Ha……"

Immediately Seria was short of breath. The weight pressing down on her was overwhelming. Seria was weighed down and struggled to breathe. Lesche’s body felt much hotter than usual. Seria felt like she was going to burn.

The kiss that seemed to eat her up lasted for a long time. Her hands were held by Lesche.

“Lesche….”

Hot eyes slowly looked at Seria. Lesche kissed her on the cheek and went unstoppable down her chin and neck. The dizzy sensation sent chills down her lower abdomen.

Lesche bowed his head. Instantly, he put a lot of strength into his shoulders.

Instantly, she felt lots of tension in her shoulders.

How much time had passed?

“It can be hard if you don’t….”

Seria blinked, keeping to the doctor's words and realizing the fact that a lot could be done this way. She had no power in a different way than before. And she fell asleep. Lesche’s fingers swept her eyelids.

Her hands lost strength and fell from Lesche’s body. Lesche took her hand and put it on his skin again. It was the same with her arms and legs. Little by little, each time she woke up, Lesche’s body was still attached to hers.

After two full days like that, Seria was completely free of the side effects. It was only after a few days that she was able to walk properly…

“Send someone to the temple.”

“Yes, Grand Duchess."

She folded her arms, ignoring the pain in her lower back. It was time to deal with Lina's problem.

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*fyi just in case you misunderstood. They didn’t have s*x, well, they couldn’t because the doctor said to wait for 2 days. So Seria’s lower back pain was just from lying down for a long time.