AWWEWNR Chapter 5 🔞

Rose moaned sweetly, tangling her fingers in Tharo’s golden hair. 

 

Sliding downward, Tharo’s hand gently tickled and stroked Rose’s already moistened slit. 

 

When Rose flinched at his touch, Tharo didn’t hesitate to remove her silk underwear. Her full, luscious chest was exposed. Tharo swallowed it in one bite, running his tongue over the hardened peaks.

 

“Mmm…”

 

At Rose’s moan, Tharo reached down and lightly caressed her swollen, pink slit. 

 

Impatient with her flinching response to his touch, he plunged his index finger into her opening without warning. The overflowing juices made it easy to slide the finger inside.

 

“Ahh!”

 

Rose moaned as her back arched at the sudden assault, and Tharo slid his finger in and out a little deeper, his tongue teasing at her breasts.

 

“Ah…ahhh…!”

 

Rose rocked her hips, cradling Tharo’s head. His shaft stiffened until it hurt. 

 

For some reason, the length of time they spent teasing was growing harder to endure. 

 

He’d always immersed himself in the caresses, trying to get her to feel more pleasure, then release her, then enter further, but lately, it had become quite difficult to resist the urge to push in.

 

“Now put it in me, Tharo.”

 

Fortunately, he wasn’t the only one having trouble holding back. 

 

At Rose’s whispered pleas, Tharo quickly rose to his feet and removed his top. Rose gazed at him with fervor.

 

Mine…

 

My man…

 

My love…

 

Rose reached out her hands to the statuesque man in front of her.

 

Tharo, who had quickly stripped down to his pants, took her in his arms and positioned his shaft against the entrance. 

 

Rose spread her legs as if in anticipation, and Tharo’s member plunged deeply into her, stretching her narrow but juicy opening.

 

“Aaahhh—!”

 

Rose’s body arched like a bow. Despite the fleeting pain she was used to, the heavy thrusts that pierced her from below still made her squirm. 

 

But thanks to Tharo’s slow and gentle movements as he entered, she soon felt a tingling sensation throughout her body.

 

“Haa…! Ahhh…!”

 

Rose’s moans grew louder as Tharo’s member pierced her deepest depths, and her colorful moans made Tharo’s movements increasingly fierce, she let out a series of sweet moans as her body swayed in time with his movements. 

 

His movements grew faster as Rose’s moans filled the room with the sound of pops. 

 

The sensation of her tightening walls was overwhelming. It felt a little early, but it was daylight, and they couldn’t delay. Tharo withdrew his soaked member, a trickle of fluid oozing out of him.

 

“I’ll have to have the sheets changed.”

 

Tharo said, kissing Rose lightly on the lips.

 

Rose drew in a sharp breath, giggled and said, “That’ll start another rumor among the maids.”

 

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When Rosaryn was nine years old, she was brought to the House of Thearine by her commoner mother. 

 

Count Thearine, who loved her mother dearly, favored her as his daughter, and Tharrott, the Count’s son, treated her favorably.

 

When Rose fell in love with the godly, sculpted handsome Tharrott at first sight, she did everything she could to win his heart. 

 

But Tharrott saw her as no more than his little sister. 

 

Her inability to appeal to him as a woman led to her parent’s sudden deaths and the persecution she received from the Cathedral, which seemed to have been anticipating the event.

 

The Cathedral considered her a nuisance and tried to harass her at every turn, but she was grateful to the stupid High Priestess for that. 

 

The more the bullying intensified, the more Tharo defended Rose, the more their relationship grew closer, and Tharo eventually gave her his heart.

 

Siblings not by blood, but siblings nonetheless. 

 

It was not easy for Tharott to fall in love with Rosaryn, as he was quite conservative, but he genuinely loved her, and now that he did, he was determined to take responsibility for her.

 

When he realized that his responsibility would require the sacrifice of another woman, he was caught between two rocks, unable to back out or fully immerse himself. 

 

Little did he know that his attitude would turn Rosaryn into a wicked woman, and by extension, Hanaella.

 

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The coming-of-age ceremony was held every year, but this one, with the coming-of-age of the Princess, was much more magnificent and lavish than usual. 

 

The nobles who attended the coming-of-age party were numerous enough to fill the great hall.

 

Tharrott let out a small sigh as he remembered what Rosaryn had told him before coming to the party. Ariel’s only daughter…

 

The woman Rosaryn had named was from a family closely linked to and hostile to the Cathedral.

 

A family that the Cathedral, with the holy power of the Empire, would not mess with. A family that even the Imperial House wanted to maintain friendly relations with. 

 

A family known as the Darkness of Hayden, where generations of humans have been born capable of wielding dark magic, and where the Knights, the Empire’s highest-ranking knighthood, lead the defense of the Empire. 

 

To seduce the family’s only daughter, Hanaella Liv Ariel, and secure her hand in marriage, Tharrott must find a way to win her heart.

 

At first, Tharrott doesn’t understand Rose’s insistence that he marry another woman. 

 

It would be unbearable to watch the man she loved marry another woman, but he wondered what Rose was thinking when she stepped out of her way to make him do it.

 

Since he could not marry his sister Rose, he planned to live with her for the rest of his life, never marrying. 

 

Although it would be an arduous task to raise a child born to her as the next head of House Thearine, he would do whatever it took to make it happen for his and Rose’s children.

 

Rosaryn, however, had other ideas. 

 

She wanted to make sure that the Cathedral could do nothing to interfere with their relationship, even if it came to light. 

 

To do so, she would need the power of Ariel, who led the Order of the Knights, a far superior force to the Paladins.

 

“You’re not forgetting what I told you, are you, brother?”

 

It was endearing that Rosaryn always addressed him as ‘brother’ in public. 

 

Tharrott smiled awkwardly at Rosaryn, who was giving him an unspoken nudge to find Hanaella and get her to like him. 

 

He didn’t want to, but it was for the best, and with a short sigh, he looked around for Hanaella.

 

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Hanaella had purposely stayed in the break room to avoid running into the Thearine siblings. 

 

If she remembered correctly, she had first met Tharrott at a greeting among the nobles before the Princess descended to the party.

 

He had pushed his way past the many ladies who greeted him and made his way to Hanaella. 

 

As if he intended to seduce her. Many of the ladies blushed as they glimpsed his proclaimed handsomeness. 

 

What woman could resist such a man approaching and wooing her, especially if she had just come of age and was naïve enough to be attracted to him? 

 

That’s exactly what Rosaryn and Tharrott were aiming for.

 

“It was all a lie, after all.”

 

Hanaella let out a long sigh as she laid her head back on the couch and stared at the ceiling. 

 

Her carefully arranged hair would be a mess, but she didn’t really care. In truth, running away didn’t have to be an option. I would take the fight that came my way.

 

Yet, she had already been through this situation in the past. 

 

Therefore, with this knowledge of the past, if she moved a little, the same thing would not happen again. 

 

Without meeting them, she would not be angry in the face of false temptations, and thus would not hate them enough to kill them. 

 

So she thought to herself, ‘I must avoid them first.’ 

 

“Though, it is a bit depressing to be hiding in the break room on what should be a joyous coming-of-age celebration.”

 

Hanaella muttered to herself and closed her eyes. 

 

There was still a bit of time before the Princess arrived at the party, and she figured a little sleep would be the best way to pass the time. 

 

But the sudden sound of the door opening made her realize she had to give up on the nap.

 

“Oh, my lady, there you are. Lady Hanaella.”

 

“…Lady Branz…”