The Witch Didn't Raise the Tyrant That Way - Chapter 4: It Kept Getting Bigger (1)

“I… I can’t… I can’t…”

Lillithea finally lost consciousness sometime around the fifth time that night when Kyle drove himself into her again.

In truth, he had meant to stop after the third. He had even lifted her into his arms, intending to wash her off, but the sight of her reflected in the mirror had been far too alluLyng. Her flushed, disheveled appearance left him frozen mid-step, unable to move past the image. Instead, he sat her on the console nearby, unable to resist the pull any longer.

When he started again, the edge of the console proved inconvenient, digging awkwardly against them, so he shifted her to the wall beside it. Pinning her against the smooth surface, he thrust upward, the sound of their connection echoing with each sharp motion.

It wasn’t just lust. It was something far deeper, something that burned hotter than any physical desire. The thought that she, who had finally slipped into his once-lonely existence, had fully accepted him—mind, body, and soul—was an overwhelming, inescapable truth that Kyle couldn’t contain. It consumed him entirely.

At the same time, it was also because of Lillithea. Occasionally, as if memories of their childhood flashed through her mind, she would wear an expression of disillusionment, even as she drowned in pleasure. Kyle couldn’t stand to see it. He wasn’t the same boy who once clung to her, crying because he was scared of the dark or begging her to hold his hand because he was hurt. Of course, given that tonight he had been the one begging her to spread her legs, perhaps some part of him was still that same boy.

Afterward, Kyle carefully cleaned Lillithea’s body with a warm towel brought by the palace attendants. He wiped her meticulously, starting with her forehead, where her sweat-matted hair clung to her skin, and down to her entrance, which, after holding him for so long, remained slightly parted and swollen. He even tended to the folds of her navel and the creases between her thighs, wiping away the dried remnants of him that clung to her skin.

When he was done, what remained was her pale body, now covered in faint marks—reddened, swollen spots where he had sucked and teased too roughly. And there were more than just a few.

Kyle hadn’t realized how wild he had been. Sure, he knew he had been mad with desire to be with her, but even he hadn’t anticipated just how much he would lose control.

How could he have known? How could he have prepared for how utterly erotic her face looked when she reached her peak, or how tightly her body clung to his with every thrust? How could he have guessed how tempting her breasts—larger than her petite frame might suggest—would feel, filling his hands completely, soft and irresistible?

How could he have known that being with her would be several times more intoxicating than he had imagined?

“Will I regret this? Of course not.”

Truthfully, when he first brought Lillitea to his side, he had no idea what he was aiming for. He simply followed the long-held notion that she needed to be by his side. Why? For what purpose? He hadn’t bothered to find an answer.

It was just… something that had to be done.

“Call me Lyn.”

The moment she, known to everyone else as “Lily,” gifted him with something unique—a name only for him—Kyle had no choice but to follow her with blind devotion.

The only person who gave him something she wouldn’t give to anyone else.

But the reason Lillitea was special to him went far beyond that.

After his mother’s death, Kyle hadn’t been entirely alone. He still had teachers to instruct him on the basic etiquette expected of royalty and the servants and attendants of the secluded palace where he lived.

But they all eventually left him.

Some betrayed him and abandoned him. Others, growing too close, became entangled in the schemes of his stepmother and paid with their lives. The day he was abandoned at the hunting tournament was no different. His attendant revealed their location to the queen, and the knight aiding him was killed by her lackeys. Afterward, Kyle was abducted.

To Kyle, there were only two types of people in the world:

Those who would one day betray him because they saw no future in siding with someone as weak as him.

And those he would inevitably lose because he couldn’t protect them.

But Lillitea was neither. She didn’t betray him, nor did he lose her. She didn’t follow the queen’s orders or fear her.

Lillitea was the first safe haven he had ever known.

To him, she embodied his entire childhood. From the moment his mother died to the moment Lillitea uncovered his hidden eyes, Kyle’s childhood was nothing more than an act of lying still in a dark, murky void, letting time slip by.

If his first memory in life was of his mother coughing blood and collapsing from poison, his second was of Lillitea’s serene face as she shaded his eyes with her hands, patiently waiting for him to open them.

If she hadn’t shielded him from the sunlight that poured down on his unguarded eyes like a curse, he would have no memories worth calling a childhood.

Because she defied his stepmother’s wishes and let him live, Kyle had the chance to grow into a boy.

So, Kyle left the cabin. When Lillitea told him to seek vengeance against his stepmother and half-siblings, he could only obey. He had been planning to delay the task, unable to bear the thought of leaving her side, but once he realized that completing it quickly was the better choice, he set out.

At that very moment, Kyle understood that only by fulfilling everything she desired could he stand before her as a proper man.

“Look at that thief! Isn’t she a witch? Catch the witch!”

“Pull yourself together. If you keep acting that feeble, the witch will take you away.”

The world outside the forest was far more cruel than anything he had experienced in the marketplace. The casual remarks he overheard as he traveled, and even the jokes his companions would toss around without much thought, cut into the tenderest parts of his heart. At those moments, Kyle would recall Lillitea’s weary expression as she endured the jeeLyng crowds, pelted with raw eggs and rotten tomatoes.

This memory drove him to hurry. Even though Lillitea rarely ventured beyond the forest, he couldn’t bear the thought of leaving her in a place where unpleasantness could find her at any moment.

If he could seize the palace and build towering walls, he could bring Lillitea there, creating a fortress just for the two of them. There, he could share everything he had reclaimed with her.

But ridding himself of his half-siblings under the guise of legitimacy proved to be no easy feat. And so, six long years passed before the circumstances finally allowed him to bring Lillitea to his side. By then, Kyle, who had transformed from Lillitea’s boy into Kyle Rodenaburg, ruler of Roden, began to feel that his desire for her had grown strangely unclear.

Why did he want to bring her to him? What did he intend to do once she was there? How did he envision their future together?

After constructing the bridge over Gondorff’s Gorge, something Lillitea had often spoken of, Kyle returned to the forest for the first time in six years, doubting himself and suspecting he was merely acting out of habit.

But the moment he saw Lillitea, unchanged as if untouched by time, exactly as she had been in his memories, his breath caught, and his chest swelled to the point that it became difficult to breathe.

Was it because she had lived alone in the forest, untainted by the harsh realities of the outside world? Even during the seven years they had spent together, her appearance had barely changed from the young girl who had removed the cloth covering his eyes. She remained so untouched by time that her glowing amber eyes were just as dazzling as he remembered, forcing him to look away in a daze.

All the imaginings of the past six years seemed futile. He had envisioned her more mature, wondered what light time might cast upon her radiant face. Every time he saw a woman of her age in the capital, he imagined Lillitea in various states, shaped by the years. Yet when he finally reunited with her, she was exactly as she had been when he left the forest.

She was as she had been at the time when Kyle first realized, with the onset of adolescence, that he could no longer crawl into her bed as he once had.

It was during that time that he became aware of his growing desire for Lillitea—the only human in his world, his only friend, and the only woman he had ever known. At the same time, he resolved to shed the image of the child she had protected and reintroduce himself to her as a proper man.

When he saw Lillitea, unchanged from those days, Kyle finally understood why he had come back. Just as she had been the only person in his world, he wanted to become the only person in hers.

Thus, when he found himself aroused, unable to suppress his desire while looking at her peacefully asleep in the carriage, he felt it was inevitable. After all, the sight of her sleeping face was identical to the last image he had seen before leaving the cabin.

Staring down at Lillitea’s serene face, resting on his thigh, Kyle unabashedly freed himself from his trousers and indulged his desire. He felt no embarrassment, no guilt. With his life’s light and warmth right beside him, he shamelessly gave in to his impulses, overwhelmed with emotion.

“What would you be like at twenty-four? At twenty-five? At twenty-six…?” Every night, for years, he had fantasized about a more mature Lillitea. Yet now, doing so while she was before him for the first time made him feel as though he might lose his mind from the ecstasy and frustration of it all.

It was time to put an end to this one-sided yearning. He had gained much and become a man with many qualities to offer Lillitea. Surely, it was only a matter of time before the two of them, who had lived alone together in the forest, could live together again in the palace.

Or so he thought.

But even when they shared a bed, instead of being tense, she would nonchalantly let him bury his face in her soft, ample chest.

“Can’t you dry your own hair yet?”

“Should I sing you a lullaby?”

She still saw him as the same helpless boy from the cabin.

It was humiliating. Frustrated, Kyle openly exposed himself, making his intentions clear. He wanted her to see that he was now a grown man, that he viewed her as an equal, as a woman. He wanted her to know that he burned with desire for her, that he thought of her and became aroused, and that he had spent countless nights fantasizing about being with her.

And yet, even then—

“Don’t take it too personally. They’re only saying those things because they want the royal authority to stabilize soon.”

She still treated him as a child to be taught and guided.

So, there was no other way. Even though you pretended otherwise, you have cherished, loved, and pitied me for so long. I could only lean on that soft kindness of yours and find a way to prove that I am a man worthy of holding you in my arms.

To achieve this, there was only one strategy he could adopt: to act as he had learned from her—to take the plunge without hesitation.

The thinking was now her responsibility. Let her interpret and reinterpret his desire, dissect it over and over until, in the end, she would come to love him in the same way he loved her.

Because, as she had once urged him, he believed in himself.

In the end, he would become the man she would love as a man.

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