Until The Real One Shows Up

atural question.

“Since I’ve been away for a long time, I’ll have a lot to look over.
I have to be busy.”

“It’s been less than an hour since you came back.”

“Do you have more to do with me?”

Now Anastasia asked with a questioning expression, and Wilhelm looked at her with a somewhat dissatisfied expression and rose from his seat.

Immediately, Wilhelm kissed Anastasia’s cheeks briefly with his hands wrapped around them.

“Ah…”

When surprised Anastasia looked at Wilhelm in her rabbit eyes, Wilhelm smiled and kissed her once more.

This time, it was a deeper kiss than before.
Anastasia’s body relaxed naturally at her movement as he gently gripped her mouth.

“Your Majesty…”

Her senses became light with the dimly penetrating voice.
The hands that wrapped around Anastasia’s cheeks rode down her neck and down her waist and gradually headed down.

“No more…”

Anastasia groaned, panting with difficulty.
However, Wilhelm pulled her closer to him as if it was still lacking.

Their bodies were in close contact, and Wilhelm’s lips were deeply buried in the white neck of Anastasia.

She squeaked softly, as he whispered in a subdued voice imperceptibly.

“Can you feel it?”

He could hear Anastasia breathing deeply.
Her voice was startled and bewildered.

“You make me like this.”

Wilhelm smiled softly and notified.

“We still have a long way to go.”

In time, when he made eye contact with Anastasia, Anastasia’s cheeks were more reddish than before.

Anastasia tried to turn away from Wilhelm as if embarrassed, but Wilhelm grabbed her cheek again as if he would not tolerate it and made her look at him.

It was insanely lovely to see her eyes slightly down shyly while shaking her eyelashes.

… How could he have endured without seeing such a woman for more than a month?

It was a miracle that he was still alive.
Wilhelm kissed Anastasia as if it was the case.

She was sweet like an oasis that he had barely found before he died after wandering through her desert for an eternity.

Wilhelm sucked Anastasia’s lips deeply and with all his heart, and Anastasia hugged Wilhelm’s neck in response.

“… Ah.”

At one point, Wilhelm felt the limits of his patience and slowly removed Anastasia.

The eyes, nose, and mouth that were red with heat were all lovely.

No other statue on display in the museum would be more lovely.*

*TN: she’s prettier than a work of art

He finally couldn’t hold back and kissed her again and whispered.

“… We still have so much to do.”

But he couldn’t do all that here now.
So he had to stop there.

Anastasia nodded with a smile on her face, her cheeks still blushing.

Wilhelm smiled back as if he liked that gentle figure.

“Let’s go out together.”

The two left the banquet hall holding hands.
But when they went out, an uninvited guest was waiting for them.

“Lady Hazel.”

Anastasia narrowed her brow and looked at Avelin, who had a nervous expression on her face.

“I thought you went back.”

“I wanted to see Your Majesty the Empress.”

  “…”

Anastasia didn’t miss seeing Avelin’s gaze pierce her own lips.

The rouge must have been a mess because of what had happened in the large banquet hall before.

However, that unsightly appearance felt like a medal to the present Anastasia.

“Go back first, Your Majesty.”

“Anastasia.”

… Anastasia?

Avelin heard his worried voice and stiffened her body.

‘… You’ve never spoken to me in a voice like that before.’

It was like calling Anastasia’s name with an expression of love and a friendly voice in front of her.

She was filled with anger.
However, while trying to manage her expression, Anastasia answered, staring at Avelin like that.

“I’m alright, Your Majesty.”

When Anastasia spoke again, Wilhelm looked at Avelin with wary eyes and moved on as if he couldn’t help it.

Anastasia caught sight of Wilhelm disappearing until the end, and then turned to Avelin only after he completely disappeared.

The pink hair and olive eyes, which always felt lovely, seemed infinitely heterogeneous.

‘My daughter, go back and find your place.
You are the only daughter I truly love.’

The goddess certainly said so.

‘It was always me.
From the beginning to the present.’

Then the woman in front of her was not the real protagonist of this story.

A fake.
A fake pretending to be real.

“What are you?”

Anastasia’s clear eyes looked at Avelin.

The truth, which had been firmly believed from the beginning without any doubt, was cracking and falling to pieces.

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