I Plotted The World Destruction With The Male Lead - Chapter 35 (M)

When Charlotte was separated from the other prisoners and placed in a carriage, she thought she was finally being treated like a human again. She was allowed to bathe, and though her clothes were still simple indoor dresses, at least they were real clothes.

Yet, she couldn’t stop crying.

This can’t be happening to me!

It was infuriating and unjust. She had never been treated this way before. In the North, she had always been safely protected and endlessly praised.

Where were all the knights who had admired her? Where was her father, who had sworn to protect her?

Why had they kidnapped her? Did they even know she was a Guide? Countless thoughts swirled in her mind, only to dissipate just as quickly.

For a moment, she considered revealing her identity as a Guide. But she feared it would only put her in greater danger, so she kept her mouth shut.

Before long, a hood was placed over her head, and she was forced into the carriage.

After that, they just kept moving.

Whenever the carriage stopped, the hood was removed, and she was given food. Among those escorting her were women, and they were the ones who monitored her closely.

She searched for an opportunity to escape several times, but there was never a chance.

Even at night, the journey continued, and Charlotte eventually dozed off inside the carriage. Despite being bound, the hood over her head made it possible.

At last, they arrived at their destination.

Without removing her hood, they dragged Charlotte out. Inside the darkness of the fabric, she desperately tried to figure out where she was.

Feeling small stones and patches of grass beneath her feet, she guessed they were not in a city.

They led her into a building, then down a set of stairs—underground, most likely.

A sense of dread washed over Charlotte, and she struggled, but it was useless.

Waiting for her there was Carlyle, who had traveled instantly through a Gate.

It had only been a few weeks since he last saw Charlotte, yet he didn’t even feel inclined to remove her hood.

“Begin the test.”

His languid voice made Charlotte turn her head.

She had never met Van or Carlyle before—not in person. She only knew their faces from portraits.

As Charlotte tried to guess who he was, a man forcefully pressed her hand against a magical examination device. Carlyle, standing opposite her, placed his hand on a crystal orb.

The mage conducting the test had their eyes turn white as they analyzed the results.

“…42%.”

It was the same number Carlyle had seen before his regression.

His lips twisted in displeasure as he glared at Charlotte. He had briefly entertained the idea that Van and Eleanor’s absurdly high compatibility rate might mean something—might change something. But no.

“Proceed.”

There was no reason to hesitate any longer.

The tool that had been prepared to extract Empress Luria’s Guiding would work just as well on Charlotte.

After all, Charlotte was of a higher rank than Luria, who was only B-class.

Even under the hood, Charlotte must have realized something was terribly wrong. She began to scream.

Begging them to stop, she thrashed violently, but her cries were ignored.

Carlyle turned away. His subordinates would bring him the completed drug when it was ready. There was no need for him to oversee such a bothersome process personally.

He stepped through the Gate the mages had opened and returned to the capital.

It was a day when he desperately wanted to see Eleanor.

*

“Her Majesty the Empress has asked you to focus on restoring the Duke’s health… She personally requested it.”

Hearing Eleanor say those words, Van found himself aroused and immediately felt ashamed of his own reaction.

The Empress had just met with her brother, Duke Emperton, to persuade him regarding Eleanor’s situation.

Though Duke Emperton had been troubled by Eleanor’s background, he ultimately agreed. After all, they weren’t trying to disguise Eleanor as a direct descendant of a ducal house.

Instead, they planned to fabricate her lineage, linking the surname Hawk to a distant branch of the Emperton family—one that had fallen into decline but still retained noble status through knighthood.

It was a common practice for noble families to adopt distant relatives or cadet branch members as foster daughters due to family circumstances.

With this fabricated background, Eleanor would officially become the adopted daughter of the Emperton household.

However, since Van and Eleanor could not be separated, she would not be required to stay at the Emperton estate—her name was merely borrowed for appearances.

Eleanor would remain by Van’s side.

The Emperor had finally come to acknowledge that Carlyle’s greed could endanger the royal family itself.

Thus, for Eleanor’s safety, it was deemed best that she stay with Van.

A secret investigation into Carlyle had begun, and Eleanor and Van’s engagement was set for the end of the following month.

The Empress had even hinted that once they were married, Van would be officially named Crown Prince.

Eleanor felt a strange sensation.

Unlike when she had once been called Carlyle’s fiancée—without any hope of an actual marriage—everything was progressing too smoothly.

Hearing the Empress speak as though their marriage was a foregone conclusion filled her with fear.

Yet she had quickly schooled her expression, ensuring the Empress did not see her true feelings.

Smiling reassuringly, the Empress told her that she and His Majesty would protect them.

“So, my dear, you should focus on keeping Van healthy.”

Thinking about the Guiding, Eleanor was able to ease her mind—at least a little.

If she spent the night with Van, perhaps some of this fear would subside.

So, when Van came to see her, she told him everything.

Then, she clung to him and begged him to hold her tighter.

Perhaps those words struck a nerve within him—Van lost all restraint, throwing himself upon Eleanor.

“Haa… ngh… ah, yes… mmh…!”

Even as she felt like she might die from the overwhelming pleasure, Eleanor burrowed deeper into Van’s embrace.

She knew that he loved her. And she wanted to be loved even more.

She liked everything—the thick, fervent desire that delved inside her, the slick sounds of her inner walls being rubbed and stretched.

With a soft sigh, Eleanor ran her fingers over Van’s scorching, firm skin, savoring the heat beneath her touch.

Eleanor could feel his sharply defined body coiling around her like a snake, writhing against her own.

Drowning in the pleasure that threatened to steal her senses, she clung desperately to him.

“Ah… more, hnn! Uuh… Aah, Van…”

The moment Eleanor softly called his name, it was as if Van had reached his peak.

Feeling the sudden rush of hot liquid spilling inside her, Eleanor, too, was overtaken by sensation, her body going limp in his arms.

“Haa… mmh…”

Seeing her breast trembling with the afterglow, Van greedily grabbed the top of it. Eleanor twisted her hips, feeling her already saliva-soaked clit being sucked.

The sensation of ejaculation was clear, and the still-sizable thing rubbed against her contracted flesh as it climaxed, spreading her insides apart.

“Hnn, haa! Ah… aah, you’re hitting…! Ahh, not there… haang!”

With Van’s body wedged between her legs, Eleanor kicked and writhed helplessly.

Van’s crimson eyes gleamed as he held her trembling waist with one arm, driving into her relentlessly.

As his movements grew more urgent, Eleanor arched her back, clawing at the empty air, her cries growing sharper.

With each repeated climax, the thickening Guiding took on an unmistakably lewd intensity.

He was already losing his mind with the melting sensation of guidance, and it was coming from his tongue and lips, from the skin they were touching, from the palms of his hands, and even from the penis that was throbbing inside Eleanor.

The guiding, especially on his penis, was driving him insane, and his teasing of her waist intensified.

“Ha ha! Ahhhh, ahhhhh, ahhhhh!”

Puck, puck, puck, puck, puck!

The thrusts were so loud that Eleanor felt like covering her ears; Van was concentrating on her moans, muffling my own breathing.

Her body arched again, tightening around Van’s cock, the flesh still clinging to his, but now tightening in a way that seemed to engulf him from tip to root, and a moan escaped Van’s lips.

“Hick, hick…….”

The impatient half of his penis spurted another load of sticky, hot liquid. More slimy liquid was added to the moistened interior, overflowing from the opening and dripping between her legs.

Embarrassed, she half started moving her hips again.

“Ugh…….”

Her body was still preoccupied with guiding him. Van blushed as the slightest bite of his cock sent a dizzyingly sweet stimulation through her.

“Kiss… mm…”

Even though Eleanor’s whisper was barely audible, Van caught it instantly and lowered his head.

His lips, burning hot, pressed against hers—not with the gentle kiss she had expected, but with a desperate, almost devouring hunger.

But she didn’t mind.

With teary eyes, Eleanor gazed up at Van’s face and wrapped her arms around his back.

She could feel the muscles beneath her palms tensing and shifting with every movement he made.

Will you abandon me too?

Will I be discarded?

Eleanor knew that Van was not that kind of person.

But six years of deeply ingrained experience had left an undeniable fear within her.

She wanted Van to desire her even more.

“More… mm, mmh…”

At the words that slipped from between her lips, Van’s eyes quietly burned with intensity.

As he savored the softness of her lips and the sweetness of her tongue, the last remnants of his reason threatened to melt away—disappearing completely into sheer desire.