The Witch Didn't Raise the Tyrant That Way - Chapter 0: Prologue (M)

“Ugh…”

A groan escaped her lips in response to the fierce grip squeezing her chest. As the hand pressing against her flesh began to move in wide circles, the hardened calluses unique to a warrior’s palm scraped against her nipples, leaving a sharp, tingling sensation.

The sensitive peaks, now fully formed and tingling with heightened sensation, sent waves of pleasure that spread across her chest. Every time the man’s hand teased her soft flesh as if kneading dough, the ticklish sensation seemed to climb lower, reaching below her navel.

When his hand cupped the underside of her full, rounded breasts, as though weighing their heaviness, the aching sensation coloring her nipples grew more intense.

“Hnn…” A nasal sound escaped her involuntarily at that moment.

“Hht!”

The rough fingertips of the man’s hand twisted the base of the sensitive peak as though wringing out the pleasure pooled there. Reflexively, my hips flinched, but the man’s opposite forearm, which had been restraining my lower body, tightened its hold even further. The solid outline that had been pressing against my buttocks buried itself even deeper.

I was seated in a large and comfortable chair, one meant for the ruler of the kingdom. To be precise, I was perched on its rightful owner’s lap, my back against his chest, enduring his lewd and shameless touches.

With my legs draped over each armrest, spread wide apart, my breasts exposed above the loosened lace neckline, and the skirt of my dress lifted up to my waist, leaving only a thin undergarment to cover my lower half… It was an utterly humiliating and indecent state to be in.

The setting was his office. If someone were to open the door before me at this very moment, they would witness my half-naked disgrace in full view.

“Kyle, p-please… stop…”

Considering the harsh temperament of the room’s owner, there was likely no one daring enough to enter uninvited. Still, the thought alone was dizzying. Instinctively, I flinched, shifting my hips as if to escape… but perhaps that only served to provoke Kyle’s excitement further. Even through two layers of fabric, the solid chest pressed against my back radiated an unmistakable heat.

“Rin.”

Kyle’s long bangs brushed against my shoulder, and the sharp tip of his nose pressed into the nape of my neck.

“Lilythea. Haa…”

Right… This all began because he said he wanted to calm himself by catching my scent. That’s the only reason I ended up sitting on his lap in the first place. Kyle had always liked the faint smell of grass that clung to me since we were young. And yet, before I knew it, things had spiraled into this situation.

With his nose buried in the nape of my neck, he took deep breaths, and before I realized it, he had started sucking on the skin there, greedily and without concern for leaving marks. Slowly, he trailed upward along the side of my neck, leaving a series of kisses, then retraced the path with his broad, flat tongue, licking all the way up. The damp trails cooled quickly, sending goosebumps rising along the back of my neck.

Even as he did this, the large hands gripping my upper body relentlessly kneaded my chest. He twisted my nipples, scraped at the grooves on their tips, then pressed his palms flat to push both breasts together, pulling at the sensitive peaks at the same time.

Soon, his hand slid under my skirt, squeezing and teasing the soft flesh of my thigh before moving deeper…

“Ah…!”

“You’re already wet.”

His fingernail grazed the groove nestled between the mounds, covered by the thin fabric of my underwear. The damp fabric, already clinging tightly to the contours of my body, pressed against the seam as Kyle repeatedly rubbed the area, causing the soaked material to slip between the folds and stick to my labia.

The sensation of the fabric scratching against the delicate inner tissue was strange. The heat that had been steadily building deep inside swelled further, growing in intensity. From the place that had begun to throb involuntarily, moisture overflowed, too much to be absorbed by the already-soaked fabric, leaving a sticky mess.

It had been quite some time since Kyle and I began intertwining our bodies day and night, so he likely knew exactly what state I was in. Perhaps that was why he moved so leisurely, even deliberately teasing. His fingernail grazed back and forth over the wet fabric, slow and deliberate, as if to provoke me, tickling the sensitive folds buried inside the labia.

“Mmng…!”

Suddenly, his fingertip slid down and pressed firmly against my clitoris. The sensitive nub, peeked out as the hood was pulled back, flared with pleasure, and an involuntary moan escaped my lips. The sound was so loud that I reflexively clamped a hand over my mouth. There were definitely other people nearby!

Kyle’s stifled laughter reached my ears, the deep, resonant sound reverberating through his thick throat, warm and soothing.

“You really are cute, though.”

The fingers that had been gliding back and forth over my underwear now slid along my inner thigh, pushing the damp fabric aside. The cold air brushed against the area exposed, slick with arousal. His fingers toyed gently with the fine hairs stuck to my skin before suddenly plunging into my entrance.

“Mmng!”

“It’s even cuter how you bother putting on something that’s just going to be taken off anyway.”

Kyle chuckled softly for a while longer before taking my earlobe into his mouth. When he licked the hollow spot behind my ear and traced the curve of my ear with the tip of his tongue, my breath quickened, and my chest tightened. The pleasure that coursed down my spine ignited a warmth deep in my abdomen.

“You said you had a headache,” he murmured.

“Mm.”

“You needed peppermint oil, so I was just going to apply that for you…”

“And then leave?”

“Well, this is the office…”

“You’re just using that as an excuse because people complain about how they feel awkward if I go looking for you for no reason, aren’t you?”

“Ahhng!”

A moan escaped as he pressed down on my clitoris again. Already swollen from prolonged arousal, even the slightest touch to the surrounding area sent electric shocks through me.

“You told me not to come to your bedroom during the day, not to call for you without a reason. I followed everything you said to the letter.”

So… what I’m saying is, you should actually focus on your work during the day. You are the king of this country, after all.

“Why do you think I had a headache?”

“Hnnng…!”

But there was no time to voice my thoughts. Using my clitoris as his anchor, his thumb pressed firmly while his other fingers stirred deeply inside me. The combined stimulation from both inside and out made my entire lower body throb with heat, almost to the point of aching.

“I got hard thinking about you, but I couldn’t handle it alone, so it pissed me off.”

“Why… why were you thinking about me…?”

“Probably because I grew up without being properly taught, so the only filthy things I can imagine are running wild in my head.”

With a smirk, he let out a soft chuckle and began moving his hand even faster. Squish, squelch—the number of fingers entering my entrance had somehow increased. As his index and middle fingers plunged deeply, pressing into the folds of my inner walls, my outer lips were ground against his palm. The subtle jolts that originated there reverberated all the way to my inner thighs.

Squelch, squish, squelch—the frictional sounds from below grew increasingly obscene as more fluid leaked out from my inner walls in response to his relentless movements.

“Rin, you feel it too, right?”

“Hht, mm…!”

“I’d be happy if you only ever thought of me.”

With each press against my clitoris, my inner walls released clear fluids. Every time his palm smacked against my vulva with a wet slap, slap, it felt like moisture might actually be splashing outward.

“Stop worrying about what people are saying, this and that.”

“Mmng, ah!”

“I’ll keep thrusting until you’re completely satisfied so you can’t think about anything else… Can’t I just stay in the bedroom with you during the day? It’s not like I’m entirely comfortable doing this with you in the office either.”

Then just stop… No matter how much of a tyrant people say you are, you should at least focus on work when it’s time to work.

And this… this isn’t even the kind of relationship we used to have. Six years ago, we were nothing like this…

“You like this too, don’t you? Didn’t you just come this much because I played with your chest a little? How did you even hold out all this time, living alone?”

Hold out? I just didn’t know… I lived without even realizing…

The lewd words whispered softly into my ear made me want to cry. Up until the day Kyle left my cabin, he hadn’t known anything about this. He must have picked up this vulgar way of speaking and these crude behaviors from the mercenaries he surrounded himself with while building his power.

Resentment welled up in me. Where had the quiet, gentle Kyle I once knew gone?

“If I’d known your body was this obscene, I’d have just stayed at your place.”

“Hht, what are you even saying…?”

“If I’d known your pussy was sweeter than the wine I drank wearing this damned crown, I would’ve stayed by your side until I became an adult. Like you said, it felt good to crush my bastard siblings and that stepmother, but now I’m going crazy thinking about the time I lost being apart from you…”

His voice, now that of a grown man, rang out mournfully, like a wounded beast.

“Your pussy… I wonder what it tasted like last year. Or the year before that. Hmm? Was it as soft and eager back then too? Did it drip so much then as well?”

At some point, Kyle’s movements had grown faster. Each time his fingers plunged into me with force, the folds of my inner walls swelled with heat. A burning sensation spread throughout, and it felt as though only a rougher, deeper touch could quench the fire within.

Specifically, with that thick, blunt tip of Kyle’s that I knew so well…

He seemed to be quite aroused as well, the firm outline pressing against my backside had grown so swollen it pushed heavily against my tailbone.

Ah, if only he would just thrust deep inside me with that right now…

My mouth went dry, and I swallowed hard. The pleasure coursing through my legs was so intense it blurred my vision. Without realizing it, I began lifting my hips, as if trying to draw his fingers even deeper.

Knock, knock.

“Your Majesty.”

A polite knock and a voice accompanied the sound, startling me. The speaker was unmistakably the chamberlain, his tone formal and composed.

“Wait… hnn! Mmng…!”

Still, Kyle showed no signs of stopping. Another finger had joined the others, and his movements had grown even faster. “Mmng…! Ahh…!” With three fingers probing my inner walls, each stroke hit a different spot, making it impossible to suppress the moans threatening to escape my lips. I clenched my teeth, trying desperately to hold back the sounds.

Knock, knock, knock.

“…Your Majesty.”

The chamberlain’s exasperated voice called out again, tinged with a sigh. But Kyle still didn’t respond. He only continued to focus even more intently on teasing my entrance. His fingers moved with relentless precision, delving deeper and more insistently.

The hand that had been kneading my chest also grew busier. He mercilessly ground the base of my nipple between his thick knuckles. His movements, both above and below, were so forceful that I was certain the muscles in his forearms and the veins running along them were bulging with tension.

“K-Kyle… hnn… Kyle…”

“The Duke of Dorrison requests an audience.”

“And… someone else… ahh!”

As if chastising me for trying to stop him, he went as far as pinching my swollen, sensitive clitoris. The sharp jolt of pleasure ignited a spark that raced through my nerves, setting my entire lower body ablaze.

“Mmng… ahh… hnn…!”

The pinching motion repeated itself. Reflexively, my legs, which were draped over the armrests, twitched, and the heat radiating from my core burned all the way down to the soles of my feet. My moans kept catching in my throat, and in the end, I had to clamp a hand over my mouth to stifle them.

I could feel the fluid continuously leaking from my entrance, trickling down toward my perineum. I couldn’t help but wonder if it might soak into Kyle’s sleeve at this rate…

“Your Majesty? Shall I ask them to… wait?”

Meanwhile, the chamberlain’s increasingly desperate calls continued.

“…Tell them His Majesty is resting and to return to the palace tomorrow,” came the reply at last.

With the chamberlain’s resigned words as his final attempt, the room fell silent, leaving only the wet sounds of friction echoing through the air. Squish, squelch… As Kyle rubbed his palm over my soaked core, the moisture-clumped hairs dragged against my sensitive, swollen folds and the now fully exposed clitoris, overstimulating everything in its path. My entrance and inner walls throbbed intensely, almost painfully.

Overwhelmed by the flood of sensations, I instinctively lifted my hips, unable to control myself. Without thinking, I tilted my head back, pressing the back of it against Kyle’s shoulder.

“Mmnh… ahh…”

“Rin. Let yourself be heard now.”

Meanwhile, Kyle’s lewd and unrelenting movements continued as his hand teased and thrust into my soaked core.

The intense arousal that engulfed my lower body made my vagina tighten, and my previously limp legs instinctively tensed and jerked upward. As my toes curled and the inner muscles of my thighs trembled uncontrollably—

“Ahhn…!”

My tightly shut eyes flashed with white, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. A gush of warm fluid burst forth, soaking the skirt beneath me. Even then, his hand didn’t withdraw, and the fingers still inside me stroked as my trembling entrance continued to spasm, releasing clear fluids over and over.

As Kyle murmured something about how “cute” I was, kisses rained down haphazardly on my ears, temples, crown, and cheeks.

The humiliation of moaning and climaxing on the chair in his office hit me a beat later, as the lingering waves of pleasure subsided.

Outside, a high-ranking noble had waited in vain, hoping for an audience with the infamous tyrant. Meanwhile, inside, someone as insignificant and lowly as I was lying half-naked, limp and spent, gasping after screaming my release.

Last year, at the age of twenty-two, the fiery and ambitious tyrant ascended the throne. Known for his brutal nature that turned the royal palace into a bloodbath, Kyle frequently behaved with such reckless abandon.

“If you keep acting like this… people will call you an uneducated king. They’ll insult you.”

“I am uneducated. Why not?”

Kyle’s growling response, laced with bitterness, made me shrink back. Having been abandoned in the cold palace and eventually discarded to me, he had no chance to learn noble manners or acquire the refinement expected of a ruler in his childhood.

“No, I mean… thanks to you, the country’s doing better. People living near the forest even say they can finally breathe easier since you became king. They sing your praises, you know. But still…”

“…”

“If you keep disregarding others like this, what does that make me…?”

Kyle, seeming only half-interested in my words, slipped his arms under my knees and around my back, effortlessly lifting me into the air. My perspective shifted in an instant as my eyes met his from higher up.

When Kyle first came to my home, I used to carry him around like this. Back then, he was a wary ten-year-old, distrusting everyone, and I had been the one to coax him, care for him, feed him, clothe him, and raise him.

And now… the Kyle I had raised like that… was spending his days and nights with me like this…

As I sank into a brief moment of self-reproach, we had already arrived in the resting area partitioned off in one corner of the office. The familiar sensation of the daybed pressed against my back.

“Kyle, this isn’t how I raised you…”

“Like this?”

“Hnnng…!”

Kyle raised one eyebrow as he slid his hands over my hips, pulling off my underwear. The soaked fabric, now bunched up, brushed against my thighs, instantly reigniting the lingering warmth of my previous climax, sending heat flooding through my lower body once more.

“Hhn… this is the office…”

“…”

“It’s… improper. Just because you’re, ah, doing this with me… doesn’t mean you can keep people waiting and send them away like that.”

“Just because?”

Kyle let out a short laugh. The way he repeated my words carried an edge of irritation.

“Yes, exactly,” I replied.

Without bothering to engage further, Kyle briskly pulled my chemise dress over my head. As my chest was dragged upward and then fell back into place, the nipples—already reddened and swollen from his earlier attention—throbbed with a dull ache.

“You didn’t raise me like this, did you?”

Kyle climbed onto the daybed, placing his hands on either side of me. With the ceiling light casting a shadow over his massive frame, I felt like I was trapped beneath him. Nervously, I swallowed hard.

“But…”

With crimson eyes full of passion, Kyle gazed down at me, pulling one corner of his mouth into a smile. His smile was cruelly beautiful, and I couldn’t help but stare, entranced. Before I realized it, he had taken my hand and guided it somewhere.

Its destination was his thigh, trailing inward to the long, thick, and rigid column that rested there.

“This is what you raised.”

It was the very same thing that had been pressing against my backside earlier—the massive, ferocious member that, night after night, pried apart my core and reshaped the passage leading all the way to my womb to fit his size.

My face flushed pale at the thought.

“So, you have to take responsibility.”

No, but… that… it just grew on its own.

What I raised wasn’t that, it was you.

And do you have any idea how I raised you…?