IOB Chapter 61

Licht understood Louise.

 

Not only Licht, but anyone from the Melbeth Clan who had tasted the bodily fluids of someone they held in their heart would understand her.

 

His semen, thick with the intense excitement and pleasure of sexual desire, would have been like the sweet fragrance of a flower attracting bees and butterflies to her, who had just made her first imprint.

 

“I’m sorry… sniff… I can’t believe I satisfied my greed by taking advantage of you while you were unconscious, Lord Licht…”

 

Tears that had filled Louise’s eyes began to fall, one by one, down her cheeks.

 

“Why is that… whew… Louise’s desire? It was only for my sake.”

 

It wasn’t her fault at all. From Licht’s perspective, it was something to be celebrated, and yet she felt so guilty that she cried in distress.

 

Licht’s head spun.

 

What he said earlier, that he couldn’t stop because she was so beautiful, wasn’t a lie. Even as he watched her cry pitifully, he couldn’t stop moving—if anything, he was pushing her even harder, like a man possessed.

 

‘Ah, Louise… how can you be so lovely…’

 

He felt like he was about to climax.

 

No, it seemed his body had already lost control, as semen was already leaking out from the tip of his shaft, deeply embedded inside her.

 

“Hng, I’m… wrong, ugh…”

 

And yet, without any intention of stopping or slowing down, he pounded into her, making her cry out louder in sobs and moans, and even he thought he must not be normal. He must have completely lost his mind.

 

“Ah, ah… Lord Licht…!”

 

Caught in the throes of an intense orgasm, Louise trembled violently as she called out his name, almost in a scream.

 

‘Louise… my love, my bride, my one and only.’

 

He wanted to say it out loud. He wanted to whisper in her ear, over and over, how much he loved her, how much he had longed for her, and what he would do for the moment they could be together.

 

He suppressed all those words, and his aching emotions, again and again, even as he was embracing her and pouring his seed into her hot, tight womb.

 

How could he not go mad holding it all in?

 

The space inside Louise, clenching down on him as if to melt him, was so tight it was filled to the brim with his semen. The entrance was sealed off, trapping the fluid inside, and her uterus was being pressed by the overflowing liquid.

 

“Hng… Lord Licht… Ah, something feels wrong down there, sniff…”

 

As if to soothe her, he gently rubbed her lower belly and asked,

 

“If it were Sir Phillip instead of me… what would you have done, Louise?”

 

“I would have just… cleaned it up, without feeling guilty.”

 

Of course, as vice-captain of the Holy Knights, she was used to tending to injured men. Though he already knew this, Licht’s lips twisted bitterly.

 

“Then what about this?”

 

He pressed down firmly on her lower abdomen, and Louise gasped for breath. At the same time, her insides convulsed violently around him. He could feel his shaft, which had just finished ejaculating, twitching again.

 

“Would you have sucked it out? With your mouth, or with this?”

 

His question, laced with dark jealousy, made her shake her head.

 

“No…!”

 

“If you don’t suck it out, you might die, you know?”

 

“Even so, sniff… I don’t want to…”

 

As he slowly stopped thrusting and lifted his hand from her stomach, she collapsed against his chest as if she were falling apart.

 

Her body, barely swimming out of the wave of climax, was still trembling as it convulsed. Licht gently stroked her back and buttocks as he embraced her.

 

“Then why did you do it for me, Louise?”

 

“…That was really… only because of my selfish desire.”

 

“And what was it you desired?”

 

“I…”

 

Louise buried her face even deeper into his chest, as if she were trying to hide, and whispered softly.

 

“The desire to touch someone I had admired for so long.”

 

‘Admired…’

 

Licht silently mulled over the word she had uttered.

 

One of its meanings seemed to grip his heart tightly.

 

‘She’s admired me… for a long time.’

 

He wanted to press her for more answers. To ask if it meant what he hoped for, what he had wished for—that her long-held feelings were the same as his, the same color, the same warmth.

 

But Licht knew he couldn’t push her for those answers right now.

 

His patience, worn thin by the long wait, was about to snap at any moment, but he had to hold on somehow. One wrong move, and things could go awry again like they had earlier this morning.

 

“Louise…”

 

His voice, barely squeezed out, trembled pitifully.

 

“Just because you’ve admired someone doesn’t mean you’ll suck their manhood. And it’s certainly not something you commonly do, injuring yourself to feed them your blood.”

 

“…Yes, I know.”

 

Louise’s voice grew silent, as if she took his words as a reprimand.

 

“Please, punish me harshly… and give me a proper penalty.”

 

“Before that, I’ll ask you something.”

 

He cupped her cheeks in his hands and lifted her face to make her meet his eyes.

 

“True repentance means turning your heart around. Do you regret your decision in that moment? Are you resolved to never do the same thing again if you face a similar situation?”

 

Hearing his question, Louise’s eyes widened. Licht stared into her black pupils, which, without so much as a blink, shed more tears as despair slowly filled them.

 

“No…”

 

She answered, her voice lifeless, as if she had received a death sentence.

 

“I don’t regret it, Lord Licht.”

 

‘It’s impossible.’ The deep resignation in her voice, as she mumbled those words, oddly reassured him.

 

“It’s all right, Louise. I feel the same way.”

 

Speaking words of meaningless comfort she couldn’t possibly understand, he pressed his lips to her tear-soaked eyes.

 

Unrepented sin could never be washed away by anything.

 

There was no lamb of God present in the confessional, now heavy with the lustful scent that covered the smell of the old chapel’s dust and wood. Only sinners, dragging each other into damnation, remained, ignorant of repentance.

 

Thus, the confession ended here.

 

***

 

Licht took Louise to his bedroom, let her sleep, and quietly left the room.

 

“Did he say his name was Zuke?”

 

Whether it was the person from the confessional or another holy knight, someone would have already departed for Belkis by now. Of course, there was no way he’d be slower than those merely riding horses, but it was better to hurry just in case.

 

It was quite easy to confirm the list of properties and locations owned by the Holy Knights’ commander using the pope’s authority.

 

“Indeed, it’s wise to hold power in human society.”

 

As soon as Licht found out the address of the mansion in Belkis, he used magic to teleport to the outskirts of the Holy Kingdom.

 

Even the most skilled magician couldn’t teleport to a place they had never been to before.

 

From there, he moved by jumping through space to locations visible to his sight and entered Belkis, climbing a bell tower that offered a view of the entire city to confirm the mansion’s location.

 

“…I guess I didn’t really need to check the address.”

 

There was no way he wouldn’t notice the presence of a member of the Rugaru Clan, particularly one suspected to be of royal blood.

 

The problem was…

 

“Of course, there are others who followed.”

 

It wasn’t just the Rugaru Clan; even some low-level members of the Melbeth Clan were hiding not far from Aiden’s mansion.

 

Clicking his tongue softly, Licht pulled his hood down firmly to cover his face and headed straight toward where the Rugaru royal was located.

 

As he got closer, it seemed the Rugaru royal also noticed him. Despite doing his best to conceal his presence, it was still impossible to deceive a royal from another clan. The small fry, maybe, but not them.

 

Upon reaching the mansion, Licht casually approached the front gate.

 

Seeing a suspicious figure clad in a black robe with his hood pulled low, the servants outside the mansion were startled and rushed inside.

 

After a moment, a middle-aged man came out to greet him.

 

“I am Derek, the butler managing this mansion. May I ask what brings you here, sir?”

 

“I have business with a guest staying here. I believe they would want to meet me as well. Could you convey that message?”

 

“Ah, I see. Please, come inside.”

 

Relieved by Licht’s polite demeanor, the butler stepped aside to let him in.

 

“Then, excuse me.”

 

Smiling slightly at the butler who had kindly allowed him in, Licht entered the mansion.

 

As soon as the butler closed the door behind him, Licht snapped his fingers and sealed the mansion with magic.