Who Stole The Empress

The cold lips touch her thin, scarred ankle.

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Her frightened body contracts spontaneously.

The lips that had fallen after lightly touching her thin ankle attach themselves softly again.
She can feel the moist tongue sucking her skin in.

“Ugh….!”

The more she swallows a moan and bit her lip, the more arousing the kisses attacking her ankle becomes.

Her ankle is where the sensation was becoming numb.

But the touch of his lips feels strange.
Is it because his lips are too cold or the wound on her ankle is too hot?

“…”

A strange burning sensation scorches beneath her pale skin.
A tingling sensation rises up from the inside of her thighs, hot all the way down to her navel.

Her toes naturally contract.

After kissing her wounded ankle respectfully, he slowly lifts his eyes and stares at her.
His red eyes, like the blazing sun in Amor’s blue sky, trap her.

She looks at him with an expressionless face.
She tries not to be caught as she bites the flesh inside her lips and swallows the moaning sound.

The man’s red eyes narrow as he observes her, and soon he drops his gaze and concentrates on the kissing again.

“Uh, it’s…”

It’s only then that she finally let out a few labored breaths.

She always has to hold her breath like this when his lips touch her skin.

Licking her ankles and kissing her knees with impunity.

It’s strange of a man to embrace her useless leg like a holy grail of God, in exchange for a bargain.

The hot lips that always spew bad words become softer every time they kiss.

It’s the same for the sharp tongue that spat out sharp words.

The sharp kissing sensation slowly makes her shudder every time and she desperately ignores it.

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She holds her breath and pretends to be unconcerned with her expressionless face.

Because she doesn’t want to let the man know how he makes her feel.

The man’s lips rise up over her shins, and he covers her beautiful knees with his hot breath.

“You still can’t feel anything?”

“…it’s just a useless leg, as it always has been.”

The man laughs at her words, deliberately nonchalant.

His laughter touches her saliva-soaked skin.
The delicacy and dignity of it make her feel a tingling sensation below her navel.

Surely, it’s a useless leg, and she gave it to him without a second thought.

“…”

That’s why he’s the owner of this leg, not her.

The man who’s constantly kissing her thin ankles, as if performing some pious ritual, murmurs.
A slow, weighted voice cries out quietly in the darkness.

“Never forget.”

His eyes bend with vigor.

He was her enemy at one time, but now he is the man who wants her.

He looks up at her with his pious, innocent eyes.

What is that thing that fills his dark, shimmering red eyes?

What is that hot thing that flicks under the thick collar like a starving animal for days?

It’s as if she saw something she shouldn’t have.

Her instincts tell her she’s in danger, as if she knows something she shouldn’t.
She silently pushes away the strange tension that tickles her stomach and lowers her eyes.

Slowly, once again, the man’s cold lips touch her leg.
The moist tip of his tongue contained her ankle bone.

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As if to claim his ownership, his hot lips rub against her skin again and again.

As if to regain his appetite, the man slightly bites her skin several times.
It seems like she would be eaten by him at any moment.

This man is a poisonous plant.

If she got a taste of it, it would get her addicted, demotivate her, and make her lose her purpose.

‘Yes, I shouldn’t get involved.’

The kissing marks of the man’s lips linger on her legs, which she cannot walk.

She used to be the Empress of a far away empire.

But what’s happened just now is one of the days that Empress Alan Roselyn, who had abandoned the name of the past, experiences.

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Chapter 1

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*The past*

“Please stop…”

The emperor’s mistress, Natasha Roanti, whispered softly into the emperor’s ear.

“Kill the Empress.”

Her voice was as warm as winter cotton, and her smiling green eyes were as green as the new sprouts of spring that had survived the winter.

Natasha, whose face was full of compassion as if