Killed by My Witch

Chapter 13: Morning Regrets

When morning came, I was full of regret...

Yesterday, Sheze and I went to the ball and announced our engagement in front of the King.

Afterwards, a drunk man hit on me and I crushed his balls with my kicks and my lover made the situation worse by stomping on his head after I already kicked him down. We then left early and fooled around in an unused guest room at the Royal Castle. When I woke up and found that I was still in the guest room, I was overfilled with shame.

Sheze who was covered in lipstick stains all over his body was sleeping like an Angel, while I was in full self-reflection mode. There was not one good reason to explain my actions. I was not particularly very drunk nor was I coerced into anything I did not want to do.

All there was...an uncontrollable desire to be with this person.

I slapped my face with my hands.

I have become a pervert. We have been going at it everywhere that we can like bunnies in heat...I blame it all on this handsome man.

I pat Sheze's head and ran my fingers through his soft thin hair. He gave a boyish grin when I did so. I would have thought he was an innocent looking boy just sleeping had my lipstick and kiss marks were not all over his face, neck and body.

I sighed to myself again as I played with Sheze's hair and lightly touched his long fluttery eyelashes and sharp high bridged nose. Sheze would usually wake up earlier than me, but when he spend the whole night expending his energy like a cannonball, he sleeps in a little later. I use the small amount of time to watch him softly breathing and admire his good looks.

I really became a shameless woman...

"Good morning," Sheze said as he slowly opened his eyes and smiled.

"Good morning," I said a little shyly.

"How are you feeling?" Sheze asked as he sat up.

The blanket covering his body slipped off and revealed his very defined muscular body and perfectly light pink nipples.

It was early in the morning, but why were the pheromones he was emitting even stronger than that of the blinding morning sun?

I felt like dying from seeing his glorified perfect figure...

"I am fine," I said as I put on my pokerface.

"You were groaning in your sleep, so I was wondering if it was because the bed is not as soft as the one we were using at home," Sheze said worriedly as he touched my face.

I was probably groaning from having been excessively held under this man's passionate love.

"I am fine. How about I get you a wet cloth to wipe away the lipstick stains for now?" I suggested.

"...I am afraid that some of them might not come off," Sheze said with a mischievous grin.

I quickly lost my pokerface and groaned in shame as I realized the red marks on his body were not just from the lipstick.

"My apologies," I said as I took a quick look at the multiple love bites I left on Sheze's neck.

"I probably cannot hide them even with my clothes," Sheze said happily.

Why is he so happy about that?

"...I am very sorry," I apologized once more.

"I know that you do not like having love bites shown on your body, so I left a few where no one could see," Sheze whispered in my ears.

I quickly checked under the covers and saw Sheze's love bites plentifully bestrewn on my body from my chest all the way down to my waist and thighs.