King's Maker [+18]

Chapter Eighty

I nodded absentmindedly. "Words." I pursed my lips. "Yes, Your Highness."

"Will you face me?" Aish.. I turned around not looking at him so he lifted my face by my chin. He bent over to kiss me but I simply looked away and he stopped the moment I did that.

As if it was a disbelief that I did that to him. "Tell me what's on your mind." His hand slid to my back and pulled me to him, crashing my bare front to his.

I placed my hands on his chest as our faces were so close.

I felt hot feeling our bodies this close once again. "I just.. don't feel like how I used to, Your Highness."

I thought he could consolidate my emotion but he blankly kissed me.

My eyes flutter shut with how neutral he kisses me. He's not ravished nor hungry. His hands would roam my body and the temptation within me builds.

He then stopped for a moment, "I see your body more elegant than ever." He looked at my eyes and I couldn't decipher what to feel.

"You created a life, don't see yourself so small." I-I.. I can't believe he's actually.. talking, in solace.

Then he tapped my forehead with his finger. "You are listening, right?" I feel like someone else is standing in front of me. I kept staring at him like he's a different entity.

He turned us around, my back suddenly against the wall. He took my wrists and each pinned on the wall.

He lowered his face and sucked my neck, that's just when it hit me that he's slowly mellowing himself to me.

Did I do this? or did Seol?

"Hng.." his mouth lowered much more and- "a-ah.." his tongue licked the side of my breast and proceeded to suck me.

I know he'll taste my milk so I felt more ignoble about his act.

And I was right, he's sucking on me. "Y-Yoir Highness.." I pant as he seems to fulfill his hidden desire.

"A-Ah!" My nipples are sore since Seol always needs to drink and now, him..

"My nipples are.. s-sore.." he let go of it and bit the skin that's below my breasts and I gasped with the sudden sting.

He stood back up and looked me in my eyes. "You taste good." I got ashamed with the tension he created.

I feel slippery and aching, breathing heavily with much rush in my body.

I tightly squeezed my legs and his eyes looked down right away. Just why did I do that?

A smirk grew on his face. "Poor thing, helpless."

Then he lets go of his hold on me and turns around and seems to walk straight to the door..

"I'll just be on the next floor, training." And I could just hear the smugness he had on his face.

So he just plans on leaving me after working me up.. what a tease.

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Days turned weeks and weeks turned months. Seol has grown immensely beautiful.

He also did what's promised, he took me to different treatments, bought the necessities, went back and forth multiple times to the very luxurious beauty medical clinics.. Well, that's what I call it.

Had multiple sessions and my stomach seemed so brand new, not just that, my skin got brighter and softer, stretch marks aren't so obvious anymore.

He plans to take me again soon but I had to decline it. By the looks of the equipment, I doubt he spent so much.

And it was a debate to make him stop. But nonetheless, he respected my plea.

I'm looking at my reflection at the moment and my hair has been long, too long.

I turned around when I heard the door open. He removes his coat. It's been raining lightly.

I pursed my lips when he's walking towards me.

"How have you been?" Hmm? It's just been an hour since he's away. "Fine, Your Highness. Seol has been talkative again." I chuckled. Looking at the sleeping baby in her bassinet.

Seol has started blabbering and it's humorous most times.

He smiles. "Wonder where she got it from?" He said with a raised brow. I smiled. "Your Highness, I'll be out for a while-"

"Again?" He sounded disappointed, for all I know, the last time I went out was three days ago.

"Your Highness, I haven't left the palace since days ago?" I clarified. "I'm well aware."

"So I should just.." I started walking past him slowly while facing him. I'll just be quick-

"What if I disagree?" He squints his eyes on me. "I will just be quick, Your Highness."

"State your reason." He crosses his arms. I took a few strands of hair and dangled it in the air. "I need a cut, Your Highness, it's too long."

He walked closer to me and held my hair, brushing it between his fingers. "I fancy it this way."

Then what he said next took me aback, "makes it uncomplicated to pull you if I please."

I covered my face with his impure thoughts. He removed my hands and I see that he's serious.

"Just a trim, Your Highness.." I said, a but shy.

"I can do it." Uhm.. "It's for the best that you rest, Your Highness." I took a step to the side to get my feet going but his hand grabbed my waist and he pulled me to him.

"I will do what I please and you will follow." I-I..

"But of course.. Your Highness." I sulked and he even smiled. I wanted to go outside..

"Let's go to the bathroom." He guided me inside the bathroom right away and he took scissors inside a cabinet.

"Turn around." I faced the mirror and I heard the scissor snip but it's not my hair that was cut.

My eyes widened when the strap of my dress got cut.

"Ah!" The other strap got cut, my dress fell around my ankles at the speed of light. I covered my breasts and he stood straight, looked at me through the reflection, "I can't cut your hair if your dress is on the way."