I Plotted The World Destruction With The Male Lead - Chapter 29 (M)

It was a situation where she couldn’t help but love him.

No matter how spacious the inner halls of the Armoire Ducal Residence were, it wasn’t a place where she could move about freely.

Her daily life consisted of traveling back and forth between the duke’s residence and the grand ducal residence, with the only person she could truly build a relationship with being Carlyle. After six years of living that way, it was inevitable that Eleanor would fall in love with him.

At first, she had been wary of him, but over time, Carlyle could clearly see her gradually opening her heart.

As a member of the imperial family, she was destined to receive “guiding” and, inevitably, surrender herself to her guide. Guides often misled themselves into thinking they held absolute control over the imperial family during these moments. Eleanor likely felt a similar illusion toward Carlyle. If that weren’t the case, a woman like her—who had built such strong walls around her heart—would never have fallen for him.

However, loving someone didn’t mean she could move him as she wished. Eleanor merely realized that Carlyle had no intention of being with her and let it go. She didn’t have the power to force him. But once she understood how things truly worked, she acted without hesitation. To return the wounds she had received many times over. And with that, she utterly destroyed everything that was his in a single moment.

Carlyle’s thoughts wandered back to the mausoleum he had seen at that time. As a member of the imperial family, he was familiar with the legend about the underground crypt beneath the imperial palace where the god was said to sleep. The first emperor, not wanting the god to ascend to the heavens, had sealed it away.

At that time, Eleanor had clearly tried to break the seal on the god—through her own death.
If her plan had succeeded and the seal had been broken, the empire, or perhaps the entire world, might have perished. Carlyle recalled Eleanor stabbing herself with a dagger that day.

He knew she would never forgive him. Not that it mattered—he had no intention of forgiving her either. But despite all that, he needed her. Even if she had bonded with another guide, even if she had married him and borne his children—it didn’t change a thing.

She was his.

No matter how much Eleanor denied it and tried to escape from him. If she had borne another man’s child, he would kill it and embrace her until every trace of that man was erased from her body. He would lock her away where no one could ever touch her again and force her to live her life looking at him and him alone.

Determined as ever, Carlyle’s thoughts drifted back to the underground mausoleum.

‘Where on earth did Eleanor acquire such knowledge?’

It wasn’t the Duke of Armoire. Even the most foolish man wouldn’t have handed over that secret to Eleanor. Considering the current situation after his return, it seemed Eleanor herself hadn’t fully grasped what exactly had been resting in that coffin.

‘If it wasn’t the Duke of Armoire… could it have been his daughter, Elena?’

It made sense that the second daughter of the Armoire family would provoke Eleanor upon hearing of his engagement.

Elena, who had been pushed aside from being the eldest’s rightful successor because of Eleanor’s existence, had always acted as though she couldn’t rest until she dragged Carlyle into her bedroom.

She had convinced herself that she could stand by his side—not as an empress, but as a consort—once he ascended to the throne. Even if she were to bear his child, there was no chance she would ever be made empress. Carlyle had no intention of taking her as a consort, let alone elevating her to the position of empress. It was laughable.

‘Yes, if it’s Elena Armoire, that makes more sense.’

The problem was, Elena likely didn’t discover that knowledge on her own. Someone must have whispered it into her ear, hoping to manipulate her into taking action.

Upon realizing that using the knowledge herself would come at the cost of her own life, Elena must have decided to use Eleanor as her pawn. After all, she had always despised Eleanor—from their similar-sounding names to the fact that Eleanor was of common birth.

He had reached his conclusion, but there was no way to confirm it now. They had already returned to this timeline, and even if he were to interrogate Elena, it would yield no useful answers.

But thinking about the Armoire family gave him an idea—a way to shake Eleanor’s heart.

Even if she had sought refuge in Van’s arms, Carlyle didn’t believe she had completely abandoned her feelings for him. Eleanor was a careful and deep-hearted person. Once she gave her heart, she wouldn’t discard it so easily.

The very act of trying to destroy everything in her pursuit of revenge was proof of her lingering love for him, at least in Carlyle’s eyes.

‘Then, I… I will answer your love. I will prove my innocence with blood.’

With that thought, Carlyle left the study.

The sun was still up, but a pale white moon had already risen in the distant sky.

*

‘It… it’s guiding…’

It wouldn’t stop. By the time she reached her third climax, there had been signs, but now it felt as if she were being pulled into an irresistible vortex of guiding.

“Hnngh… ahh…!”

Her body had grown even more sensitive, leaving Elenoa utterly helpless against the overwhelming pleasure. Van’s half-red eyes glowed dangerously as his hips moved with purpose.

“Ahh… aaahh! Ahnngh… ahh!”

Her waist, bent like a bow, was lifted by Van’s hands. Eleanor winced as she felt her arse swell.

“Hic…… ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!”

Her body rocked back and forth in rhythmic hips. Eleanor cried out in saliva as the penis pounded into her root.

If this continued, it seemed like a hole would be pierced in the shape of Van’s penis. Eleanor shook her head to shake off the lewd thoughts in her head.

Her love juice flowed out excitedly, and her flesh rubbed against flesh, making a sticky sound. On top of that, the pleasure she felt from the guidance was so sweet that Eleanor forgot to breathe and was absorbed in the pleasure.

“Huh, sss! Ahhhhh… … Ahhhhhh!”

Her hips bucked as she climaxed again, but Van wasn’t done yet. Eleanor sobbed with excruciating pleasure and twisted her hips against Van’s hold.

It felt so good she thought she might go crazy. But Van hadn’t even moved, just rubbed against Eleanor’s inner flesh.

“Hic, ugh, no more…… ouch!”

Physiological tears flooded her eyes and her insides convulsed. Van’s hips wiggled unscrupulously, beyond lascivious, and Eleanor yanked at the sheets with an exclamation.

“Aaahhh!”

She purred as her body finally reached another climax. Van collapsed into Eleanor’s arms, intoxicated by the intense guiding, as if he’d tasted his own climax this time.

Eleanor shuddered, feeling Van’s cum spurt deep inside her. Van panted and arched his back, pulling her into him.

His body enveloped her, grazing her firm breasts and erect nipples. As if that weren’t enough of a stimulus, Eleanor twisted her body and felt the penis inside her stand up.

The pressure made her want to cry out as it seemed to grow even larger than before.

“Ang, haang…….”

Van looked down at Eleanor, who was trembling from the lingering ecstasy, a sly smile on his lips. Though it resembled a beast’s grin, it only made him look even more sensual.

He slipped his hand under her waist, pulling her into his embrace, and without hesitation, his moist lips captured her nipple.

“H-Hngh!”

It was as if he was encouraging her to guide him through this place as well, flicking his tongue and pressing his lips while rubbing against her. Blushing deeply, Eleanor complied with what he seemed to want.

“Haa… Nngh…”

In response, Van’s lips on her nipple and areola felt even more pleasurable. His hand kneading the soft flesh of her breast added to the overwhelming sensations.

‘This isn’t what guiding is supposed to be for…’

The phrase “the roles have been completely reversed” fit perfectly. It became clear why Van had so bluntly expressed that he wanted sex, not just guiding.

Pressing his tongue against the stiff tip of her nipple, Van locked eyes with Eleanor. Embarrassed, she quickly turned her head away.

In response, a wet sucking sound filled the air as he drew her nipple into his mouth.

“H-Hik… Nngh… Ah!”

He pulled back a little and stroked his cock round, feeling the slow rubbing of her inner flesh. Eleanor made a pained sound and looked up to see Van fondling her breasts.

She couldn’t calculate how long the guiding had been going on or how many more days she would need to continue this to cleanse all of Van’s corruption.
All she knew was that his touch felt incredibly good, and the way his hips moved to explore her deepest parts was pure ecstasy.

Despite still feeling a bit embarrassed, Eleanor didn’t dislike being with Van like this.
She knew there would be many more days like this with him. If she fully opened her heart to him, perhaps one day they might even have a child together.

‘If that happens… could I finally be happy too?’

From the moment Eleanor set her sights on revenge, she had never dared to think about the future. Carlyle was a terrifying enemy—one so powerful that even if she threw away everything she had, it wouldn’t be enough to bring him down.

But now, Van was by her side. In the original novel, he never met someone who could properly guide him, leaving him unable to use even half of his true power…

‘Things are different now. The past has changed.’

Eleanor pondered what kind of future she truly wanted. Before her return, she had never dreamed of a future. She had believed it impossible to escape Carlyle’s grasp, convinced he would discard her in the end.

She was certain her life would end in misery.

‘But now…’

She felt confident that she was rewriting her future with her own hands. If she could destroy Carlyle, the man who had always stood in her way and tried to use her, her future would become even clearer.

As another wave of pleasure overtook her, Eleanor wrapped her arms around Van. For the first time since becoming a guide, she was allowing herself to dream of the future.