I Plotted The World Destruction With The Male Lead - Chapter 28 (M)

‘So soft…’

As Van kissed Eleanor’s lips and moved down to her neck and chest, that was the only thought in his mind. Gently biting near her collarbone, he trailed downwards, pushing the soft flesh up with his tongue before taking her flushed nipple—along with the surrounding areola—into his mouth.

“Hnngh…!”

Eleanor squeezed her eyes shut and shuddered. It had only been a few days since he started sucking her there, and yet she had already become this sensitive. The thought of doing this to her every day from now on made Van feel dizzy with anticipation.

He couldn’t help but think that after killing Carlyle, he wanted to explore this body even more. Eleanor brought him up in conversation out of fear of repeating the tragedy her family had faced at Carlyle’s hands, but even that stirred a pang of jealousy in Van.

‘I’ll erase Carlyle from your thoughts completely… and fill you with nothing but me.’

Carlyle had been a formidable enemy, but after receiving Eleanor’s guidance, Van no longer saw him that way. Through her, he finally understood himself—understood just how immense his powers truly were. They were strong enough to consume not only the emperor but the rest of the imperial family as well.

His suffering had always had a reason.

Despite possessing such overwhelming power and a body more prone to corruption than others, the fact that he had survived for so long was a testament to his strength. Carlyle had been intrigued by that strength and had captured Van alive, intending to use him as an experimental subject to study the abilities of the imperial bloodline. He planned to extract all the information he needed through torture before sending Van to the research facilities.

But that night…

‘My goddess.’

Eleanor had saved him. She had taken his hand when the foolish man who had failed to recognize his own guide tried to claim her.

If it was Eleanor guiding him, Van thought, he could follow her anywhere—even if the path led straight to the depths of hell.

“Ah… Your Grace… ahh!”

Eleanor writhed as Van’s lips relentlessly sucked on her nipple, her breathless moans filling the room. His arms wrapped firmly around her waist, holding her tightly in place, while his hot mouth and tongue remained unyielding.

The desire burning in his red eyes reminded her of what Charlotte once called “beastly.” His gaze was heavy with unfulfilled hunger, and Eleanor’s face flushed even deeper.

It felt as though he had caught her unconsciously guiding him, simply because his lips and fingers made her feel so good. But when his tongue teasingly swept over the tip of her nipple, an indescribable sensation coursed through her body, making her tremble.

Between her legs, she was already soaking wet, her arousal dripping down her thighs.

‘Why is a guide’s body like this…?’

Before guiding Van through sex, Eleanor had never experienced anything like this. She could confidently say that she had never once been aroused while guiding Carlyle.

With Carlyle, she had simply observed his gradually rising excitement from a distance. Although her heart had fluttered for him at times, she had noticed how he kept a certain distance between them, which made her decide to suppress her feelings.

But now…

“Ahh… ngh… aah… s-stop… aah!”

Her body trembled as she moaned, her breath hitching. Van sucked on her breast with a wet sound, and Eleanor was shocked to find herself reaching a light climax from that alone.

“Hnn… ah.”

When his tongue flicked across her stiff nipple, a strange, sweet pleasure surged through her. It was her first time receiving such a deep, intimate form of guidance through a kiss, and Van chuckled softly.

“Guiding like this isn’t bad at all. But still…”

“Ah!”

Before she realized it, Van’s fingers slipped out of her, leaving her thighs trembling. His hard shaft rubbed against her entrance.

Lifting her effortlessly, Van raised her off the floor until her toes no longer touched the carpet.

“I’d like to love this part of you, too… Won’t you spread your legs for me, Eleanor?”

There was raw, undisguised desire in Van’s heated voice. Eleanor knew that her excuse about not having bathed didn’t hold up—especially since they had already joined their bodies several times in the carriage.

She wanted to say that the urgency of the situation back then had left them no room for luxury, but the truth was that things weren’t much different now. She still needed to guide him thoroughly and completely.

‘So embarrassing…!’

Even though she knew what she had to do, the thought of spreading her legs made her cheeks burn with shame. As Van lifted her body slightly, she instinctively pressed her legs together, causing his shaft to slide between the soft space of her thighs instead.

“Eleanor… won’t you let me? Even though the guidance is urgent?”

Van’s gentle pleading voice felt mischievous, almost unfair. Eleanor could feel his heated gaze as she hesitantly parted her legs.

Since her toes were already lifted off the ground, she naturally spread her legs wider, bringing them to rest against Van’s thighs. Her ankle brushed against his leg, and as it grazed his firm muscles, she noticed his shaft swell even more, growing harder and thicker.

‘Why?!’

‘Why is it getting even bigger?!’

But Van didn’t thrust into her immediately. Shoving something that large inside without preparation would surely hurt.

Holding Eleanor tightly with one arm, Van used his free hand to gently caress the space between her legs. His fingers slipped inside, two of them stretching her tender flesh as they stroked her inner walls. Heat rushed to her face at the intimate sensation.

“Soft… but still a bit tight.”

Van’s crimson eyes seemed to carry a mischievous glint. Eleanor whimpered as she felt his fingers stirring inside her.

“Hnngh! Ah… n-no… stop…”

Her body burned with embarrassment as he continued to tease her, his fingers delving deeper while she remained exposed with her legs spread wide. Unable to endure the shame, she instinctively tensed her legs, lightly kicking his hips and thighs with her feet.

Van chuckled wickedly at her reaction.

“Shall I put it in now?”

The look in his eyes made it clear—unless she explicitly asked for it, he would continue teasing her just like this. Even though Van was undoubtedly the one who desired the guidance the most, he seemed to have an uncanny amount of patience at moments like this.

“F-Fine…” Eleanor stammered.

“If you ask me properly…”

Van whispered as his lips brushed against her cheek, leaving feather-light kisses. Eleanor, her eyes welling up in frustration and embarrassment, looked up at him pleadingly, but he simply licked her lips in response.

“Y-You… put it in… ahh!”

As Van’s fingers scraped along her sensitive inner walls while withdrawing, Eleanor’s body arched involuntarily. The tip of his shaft pressed insistently against her entrance before pushing inside.

“Ahh… ngh… ugh…”

It was hot. At the same time, the sensation of being stretched so completely made her body tremble. Grasping onto Van’s shoulders, Eleanor released a burst of guidance energy as her legs wrapped around his waist. Van slightly loosened his hold on her body, and in that moment—

“Aahh!”

With a single thrust, his length plunged in all the way to the base. Eleanor let out a sharp cry, her breath catching in her throat.

Van timed it perfectly, embracing her tightly as he rocked her body. Her hardened nipples rubbed against his chest, while her drenched, tender flesh clung to his shaft, gliding against it with every movement.

“Hnnngh… ahh… mmph!”

Their lips pressed together as Eleanor moaned softly. She accepted Van’s tongue, focusing on the overwhelming sensation of his shaft moving inside her and the intense guidance flowing between them.

She had thought that even terrifying levels of pleasure would eventually become bearable with repetition. But after only a few days, it seemed that was still far beyond her reach.

Her mind felt soaked in blissful euphoria, and her body twisted instinctively in response to the overstimulation. Moans spilled from her lips without pause. Even as Van kissed her deeply, sucking on her lips, Eleanor clung to him tighter.

Strangely, in that fleeting moment, the thought crossed her mind—he belongs to me.

Of course, that couldn’t possibly be true. He was of imperial blood, a duke… and the most likely candidate to ascend the throne one day.

‘But still…’

“Eleanor… ngh… ugh…”

Van groaned her name between gasps, his body moving desperately as if he had lost control. His hips thrust without restraint, and the sight stirred something unfamiliar inside her.

Not wanting him to see the expression she wore, Eleanor buried her face in the crook of his neck.

It wasn’t time for this—not yet. She couldn’t possibly fall in love with him. Not now. Not ever.

*

Even though he knew he shouldn’t use his powers, Carlyle found it hard to suppress his growing strength. The thought that Van was receiving Eleanor’s guidance at this very moment made his blood boil.

‘If they’ve sealed their bond…’

It meant they had shared a bed. Carlyle couldn’t bear the idea that Van had touched the soft skin Carlyle himself had avoided, that Van had opened up parts of Eleanor he had never known, receiving guidance from her in ways Carlyle never dared.

Why hadn’t he taken the next step with her?

Even if there were other guides in the North, there was no real reason not to claim Eleanor for himself. He was destined to become emperor. Having a queen didn’t mean he couldn’t also take concubines or consorts if he pleased. But the moment he laid eyes on Eleanor, Carlyle knew it would never be that simple.

Had he ever surrendered to her guidance and taken her to bed, he would have inevitably imprinted on her. There was no doubt in his mind.

It was true that his marriage to Charlotte was a strategic necessity for securing the support of the northern faction, but Carlyle could have become emperor without her. Gaining the North’s backing was only a matter of time.

“Eleanor…”

If only you had waited a little longer, I might have become yours.
You, who were once mine, betrayed me and fell into another man’s arms.

It was Carlyle who had betrayed her first, yet he couldn’t tolerate what he saw as Eleanor’s betrayal.

One part of him wanted to wrap his hands around her slender neck and twist until she was breathless. Another part ached to throw her onto a bed, savor her soft lips—those lips he had imagined countless nights.

Not once, not even once, had he allowed her the luxury of a kiss.

There had been a single moment when Eleanor tried to kiss his cheek, but Carlyle had shoved her away in a panic, brushing his face off as if scrubbing away the touch.

He still remembered her expression then—the way her face darkened, turning ashen with hurt and rejection.

‘Yet despite all that, you still loved me.’