The Witch Didn't Raise the Tyrant That Way - Chapter 4: It Kept Getting Bigger (10)

When I came to my senses, I found myself fully immersed in a bathtub overflowing with rich, soapy bubbles. What came into view was the familiar sight of a bathroom I had come to know well—a spacious and luxurious one connected to Kyle’s bedroom.

“Ah…”

I couldn’t help but recall the first time I was dragged to the palace a month ago. Drugged into a drowsy stupor, I had been transported here, unaware of how many hours had passed, only to wake up submerged naked in this very tub.

However, there was one key difference this time…

“You’re awake?”

The person in the bathroom with me wasn’t a maid helping me bathe—it was Kyle. Seated on the floor, leaning against the tub, he looked as though he had been waiting for me to wake up.

Despite his frequent complaints about how annoying and bothersome everything was, he appeared to take his responsibilities seriously. A stack of documents was in his hands, and more papers, along with books and other items, were piled on a metal tray beside him. Whether he had brought it all here to work while waiting for me or simply as a precaution, I wasn’t sure.

“You were sleeping like a log.”

“Y-you…”

I stammered, my face heating up as I recalled how relentlessly he had pushed me earlier… and the passion that had unfolded in his office.

Lately, our intimacy had been… relatively restrained. Kyle would get aroused, become erect, and eagerly want to mix flesh with flesh. He would take his time heating me up, loosening me, and ensuring there was enough lubrication before sliding in smoothly.

The real issue was the location—whether it was his office or the audience chamber—and the fact that one climax was never enough for him, which made things troublesome. But it was no longer as overwhelming as it had been in the beginning, when he would leave me utterly exhausted.

Perhaps I had simply grown accustomed to engaging with him several times a day.

But this time, it was different. True to his words about wanting me to focus only on him, Kyle ruthlessly overwhelmed me, as if determined not to let my mind wander even for a moment.

He lavished my swollen, engorged clit with relentless attention, both with his hands and mouth, until the creamy fluid left inside me mixed with fresh arousal and spilled out in a steady stream. He drove me to climax again and again, leaving me trembling and overstimulated.

Even after he entered me, he skillfully moved inside, targeting every spot that made me shudder with sensation. His thrusts were rough and unyielding, each motion deliberately aimed at the places where I felt it most. All the while, he continued to tease my clit, leaving my outer folds tingling and alight with unbearable sensitivity.

The relentless stimulation, both inside and out, left me wracked with spasms. My legs and hips trembled uncontrollably with each thrust, and I couldn’t even cry out properly—reduced to helpless, gasping sobs.

I didn’t even know how many times I climaxed during that one time he finished. I passed out with my face buried in Kyle’s daybed. By the time I woke up, he had moved me into the bathtub.

So, he must have carried me here himself.

“What are you thinking about now?” he asked.

“…Nothing.”

“Liar. Your face looks suspicious.”

“…Like I could be worse than you?”

“True. No one could beat me,” he replied with a chuckle, seemingly amused by my retort. He set the document he had been reading on top of the pile of papers next to him.

“Hungry?”

“I’m… not sure.”

“Here.”

Next to the stack of papers was a silver tray. It was filled with an assortment of simple finger foods: seedless grapes, pieces of cheese, roasted tomatoes wrapped in bacon, and canapés topped with olives. Beside it, there was a bottle of wine.

Now that I thought about it, Kyle must have been sipping wine while waiting for me; a pewter goblet, half-full, sat alongside the tray.

Kyle fed me one piece of food after another—a canapé, a roasted tomato, a grape. The ingredients were fresh and high-quality, so even the simplest preparations tasted exceptional. The salty, tangy, and sweet flavors filled my mouth, making me salivate, and I obediently ate everything he offered.

“You eat so well, all obedient and cute.”

“Could you not phrase it like that?”

“Want a sip of wine too?”

“Sure.”

Feeling relaxed and loose all over, and with the delicious food putting me in a good mood, I accepted the wine without hesitation, even though I didn’t usually drink. The rich fruity aroma and the nutty undertones made for a complex, alluring flavor that was incredibly satisfying.

“Wow…”

“There’s at least one good thing about the palace—the wine’s amazing. The wine and beer I drank outside don’t even compare.”

“You drank outside? You came to the palace before you were even an adult.”

“Well, you have to drink if you want to get along with mercenaries.”

Kyle shrugged casually, and I shot him a sharp glare.

“Is that how I raised you?”

“Stop bringing that up… That’s all ancient history. You should focus on raising something else now.”

“…”

I scowled in dissatisfaction, puffing out my cheeks slightly in annoyance. Kyle let out a brief laugh, then placed the pewter goblet he had been holding for me back on the tray. Rising from his seat, he looked down at me with a playful glint in his eyes.

Kyle unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it off and tossing it aside. Then, in one swift motion, he removed his pants along with his underwear, revealing his well-sculpted body. His muscles, as if carved from marble, were sharply defined, each one perfectly formed.

But in stark contrast to his flawless physique was the grotesquely dark and swollen column that stood at its center—jaring and out of place.

The heat in my face from the wine instantly drained, leaving me pale.

“Why don’t you just admit it? Your mind is far filthier than mine,” Kyle said with a sly grin, as if he could read every thought that had crossed my face.

“I’ll wash you,” he added.

“No, it’s fine—”

“You couldn’t even lift a finger earlier.”

…And whose fault was that? As I bit back the retort that almost slipped out, Kyle turned toward a shelf on the bathroom wall and began gathering bath supplies. A bathing sponge, liquid soap, and some scented oil were all placed neatly on a tray.

“Lynn. Do you remember this?”

He grabbed something sitting oddly at the edge of the shelf and held it up, waving it lightly in my direction.

It was the rubber duck the maids had placed in my bath the first time I’d bathed here without a blindfold. I hadn’t touched it since—it wasn’t exactly my style—and so it had been sitting forlornly on the shelf ever since.

No way.

Wasn’t that thing… vibrating back then?

Before I could respond to my ominous thoughts, Kyle approached the bathtub with the tray of bath supplies and casually dropped the duck into the water.

Just like before, it didn’t sink but floated serenely on the surface.

“I had it specially made by the Mage Tower. Waterproof, so it won’t get ruined. You like playing with the rubber duck during your baths…”

“Me?”

“You used it all the time.”

That wasn’t exactly true. The duck had been something Lillitea used when she was little and bathed with her mother. I’d only kept it around and tossed it into Kyle’s baths, never mine. But since we’d never bathed together before, Kyle must have assumed I always brought it with me.

Moments later, Kyle lifted my back from where I’d been leaning against the tub and climbed in behind me. The large presence of his body made the small tub feel cramped in an instant, and the water level rose dramatically, spilling over the edge.

“Ah…!”

Startled, I grabbed the rubber duck and looked outside the tub. Thankfully, the papers Kyle had been reading earlier were still on the tray and avoided getting soaked.

“Those papers? Who cares. We can just recreate them.”

…Easy for him to say, considering he wasn’t the one who had to rewrite them.

“You’re worrying about the official who wrote them again, aren’t you?”

“Huh? No, I wasn’t… Wait, how did you know?”

“Stop thinking so much.”

With that, Kyle wrapped his arms around me from under my chest and pulled me closer. Before I knew it, my back was pressed firmly against his broad chest, leaving me sitting between his legs. His solid thighs locked tightly around mine, pinning me in place.

And then there was the unmistakable presence of something rigid pressing against me from behind…

“I’m always thinking about you, yet you…”

I tensed instinctively, bracing myself for what might come next. But, thankfully, Kyle seemed focused on helping me bathe for now.

His hands moved gently as he worked a lather into the sponge and began washing me. The strokes were soft and almost comforting as he ran the sponge across my skin.

Though, of course, when he moved to my chest, his fingers made deliberate passes over my nipples—proof enough that his intentions weren’t entirely pure.

“Why are your nipples hard?”

“Because you touched them…”

“Did I? Must’ve missed it—couldn’t see through all the bubbles.”

“…”

Feigning innocence, Kyle replied nonchalantly and moved on to another area. He lifted my soft, supple breasts, meticulously washing the folds beneath them. Then, he had me bend my legs to clean every inch of my inner thighs and the backs of my knees.

And yet, as if by accident, his hands would occasionally sweep over my most sensitive spots, his fingers brushing against the area where my clit was hidden.

“Ngh…!”

“Oh, did I touch it again? Sorry.”

The way he pretended to be innocent after deliberately brushing against me was infuriating. Sure, the thick layer of soap bubbles on the water obscured everything, but after over two weeks of intimately exploring each other’s bodies, there was no way he didn’t know exactly where everything was.

As if to emphasize that he had no ulterior motives, Kyle dutifully washed my shoulders, back, inner arms, and underarms. Occasionally, he would press a kiss to the nape of my neck, now exposed thanks to the way he had pinned up my hair earlier. After softening my skin with care, he even kneaded my body with steady, practiced pressure.

Perhaps because of his experience caring for his own muscles from years of wielding a sword, his hands didn’t linger anywhere inappropriate, yet the tension in my body melted away. The sensation of his expert touch left me feeling utterly relaxed.

Leaning back against him, I idly scooped up the rubber duck and a handful of soap bubbles, then dropped them back into the water with a soft splash, repeating the action over and over. The gentle sound of water rippling and the tranquil atmosphere made my eyelids grow heavy, a drowsiness settling over me.

Even though the unsettling presence pressing against my backside remained unmistakably there.

Perhaps I had nodded off without realizing it.

Whirrrr—.

A faint buzzing noise accompanied a tickling sensation on the peak of my chest.

“Lyn.”

“Mmm…”

“Let’s clean your back,” Kyle said.

“Mmm…”

What was that just now? I obediently leaned forward as he instructed, giving him full access to my back.

At some point, the bath had already ended. The water I had been soaking in had drained completely, leaving only clusters of soap bubbles gathered near the drain. Kyle picked up a warm towel from the side and began carefully wiping away the remaining soap suds on my back.

The warmth of the towel was soothing against the skin that had been left chilly after the bath, and a wave of drowsiness crept over me again.

Whirrr—.

Once more, the faint sound of a vibration reached my ears. Something rapidly fluttered against my nipple, a tickling, spreading sensation that registered faintly in my half-asleep state, more annoying than anything else.

Then—

“Ahh!”

Out of nowhere, a sharp jolt of pleasure struck my most sensitive area, causing me to jolt and recoil. The sensation was so intense it took my breath away.

What was that?

When I lowered my head to look down, there it was—a yellow object nestled between my legs, blatantly visible now that the bathwater had drained away.