The Witch Didn't Raise the Tyrant That Way - Chapter 4: It Kept Getting Bigger (6)

And yet, Kyle kept finding excuses to visit me during the day, no matter how busy he was. In the mornings, he’d wait for me to wake up and tease me until the sun was fully up before leaving. His visits to my chambers typically happened in the afternoons, which wouldn’t have been a problem if I weren’t usually in the laboratory at that time.

Given the circumstances, I couldn’t help but wonder if his claims of erectile dysfunction—or even insomnia—were genuine anymore. One thing was certain: I had never seen him sleep properly, and he insisted he couldn’t get hard unless he was with me, so I had to continue my research. Still, his constant interruptions in the lab made me suspect he was deliberately hindeLyng my work.

“Lynn, my stomach doesn’t feel good. I think lunch didn’t sit well with me.”

His most frequent excuse was indigestion.

It wasn’t surprising—Kyle had often had a sensitive stomach back when we lived together.

“You should ask the kitchen staff to brew some medicinal tea for you.”

“No matter how good the remedies in the palace are, they don’t compare to the hand massages you give me.”

“…”

“Do you have any idea how miserable it is to sit through lunch with those conniving snakes, discussing all sorts of headaches? I used to endure it even when my stomach felt like it was paralyzed, but now that you’re here… I’m so much happier.”

Hearing that, my resolve softened instantly. Even back when we lived in the woods, free from threats and eating comforting meals, Kyle had frequently suffered from indigestion. And now, he was back in the palace, living in the heart of political intrigue, constantly on edge, never knowing when someone might stab him in the back or poison him. How could someone not develop stomach issues in such an environment?

‘I should make some antidotes before I leave the palace. I’ll ask Yvette to gather every kind of poison currently in circulation.’

At least there was something I could do to help him. I tried to look on the bright side, but my unease lingered.

Lost in thought, I found myself playing with his large hand, which had grown so big that it was difficult to hold even with both of mine. While I was preoccupied, Kyle, who had been sitting across from me, watching me intently, spoke slowly.

“I feel like my stomach’s a bit bloated…”

“Really?”

Instinctively, I reached for his shirt like I used to and lifted it to check his abdomen. My hand touched the hard muscles of a grown man’s solid abs. I didn’t feel anything colder than his normal body temperature. I pressed around just under his sternum and near his navel, but all I did was fumble over the firm, thick muscles.

“Everything seems fine…”

“No, here, feel this.”

“Here?”

“No, lower.”

“If it’s hurting here, then… ah!”

“Lynn, why are you grabbing my dick? I meant my lower belly, just above it.”

Clearly, he had led me into doing it on purpose, but Kyle feigned innocence, narrowing his eyes with a playful grin.

“What should I do? I can’t possibly go to the meeting with my dick standing like this.”

He shamelessly blamed me for the situation, claiming I had made him hard and that he couldn’t leave without “resolving” it. Naturally, he managed to drag me into his mess once again.

“Lynn, I think I’ve got a mouth ulcer.”

Another day brought a new excuse.

“I might use the wrong medication if I do it myself. You should apply it for me.”

“You know it’d help if you just slept at night.”

“I can’t fall asleep anyway…”

“Even if you can’t, just closing your eyes helps you recover.”

“Well, the only time I feel remotely refreshed is after we do it and I release. Then I can at least doze off for a little while.”

“Fine, but just once. Do you even realize how many hours a day you’re aroused?”

“I can’t help it. I love how it feels when I thrust into you, filled with my cum. Once isn’t enough…”

Ugh, he doesn’t give in, even at the very end. He’s the king of a nation, yet here he is running to me about a mouth ulcer—how undignified can he get?

I grumbled to myself at Kyle’s incessant pestering but sat him down on a chair in the laboratory. I searched for an edible ointment to apply to his supposed mouth ulcer.

“Open your mouth. Where is it?”

“Here, on my tongue, and here.”

“Here?”

“Deeper…”

“I can’t see it well. Is it in your throat or something?”

“Come closer and look.”

If his throat was sore, he wouldn’t even be able to eat—it must hurt a lot. Worried, I forgot my usual habit of keeping some distance between us. With ointment on my fingertip, I leaned in, standing between his legs as I inspected his mouth.

But as expected, it turned out to be another exaggeration. While I was busy peering into his mouth, Kyle’s hands slipped under my skirt, fondling my backside.

And so, once again, things escalated in that direction.

Ever since we first became physically intimate, it had been like this—day and night, endlessly, like animals in heat. Kyle was relentless, but honestly… the bigger problem might be me.

I couldn’t bring myself to turn him away when he dredged up nostalgic memories of the times we lived together.

If I were to firmly reject him, Kyle probably wouldn’t push any further. Probably… But somewhere along the line, after indulging him a few times, I began to adapt to the pleasure of our intimacy. Now, even the slightest touch from him was enough to ignite my desire, and I found myself unable to resist.

Was I always someone with such a strong libido? The thought left me feeling strangely defeated.

“Stop… coming to me during work hours…”

In the end, the only thing I could do was blame Kyle.

Still bent over the lab table, my body trembling as his massive length drove deep into me, I turned my head to the side. With my cheek half-pressed against the surface, I glared up at him resentfully.

“If you keep leaving in the middle of your duties… what will people think?”

“They’ll think I stepped away for a while.”

“It’s not just stepping away—you’re coming here to do this with me…”

“So what?”

“Because of you, my experiments keep getting interrupted… Look, I was supposed to turn off that burner ten minutes ago, but I couldn’t, and now everything’s burned to a crisp.”

“Next time, I’ll watch your experiments while we do it.”

“And the maids are going to start noticing.”

“Why would you care about what they think?”

“…Do you think you and I are the same?”

“…”

“So, please… stop coming to me during work hours…”

Kyle paused, looking as if he didn’t entirely agree, and seemed lost in thought for a moment. Then, with a reluctant Fine, he captured my lips in a deep kiss.

* * *

It seemed Kyle had actually listened to me, as I’d been able to spend the past few afternoons without him barging in unexpectedly. I found it amusing that I felt a bit lonely, but it was a good thing—I could focus more intently on my research without distractions.

‘See? He can control himself just fine. He was just getting all worked up because he kept looking at me…’

Today, for the first time in a while, I even had the chance to take a stroll through the back garden. Somehow, the scenery felt even more idyllic than it had been just a few days ago. It was delightful to discover three or four new species of wildflowers that I hadn’t seen before. Although my field guide was of little use for research, it proved to be a wonderful companion for enjoying the garden. Thanks to the academy’s proximity to the royal palace, the guide offered detailed information about the vegetation of the central region, and I lost track of time as I wandered the garden, observing and jotting things down.

Several peaceful days passed this way.

Then one afternoon:

“Miss, I’m terribly sorry, but you must get ready quickly.”

I was holed up in my lab as usual when Yvette came rushing in to find me.

“His Majesty has called for you on urgent business.”

“For me?”

To the main palace? All of a sudden?

Since I wasn’t in the middle of any experiments, I promptly cleaned up the lab and stepped out, though I couldn’t shake my confusion. What business could he possibly have with me during his official duties? No one offered any explanations, and I followed Yvette and the other maids as they led me to the dressing room to prepare.

Somehow, they’d already prepared everything in advance. Unlike my usual ankle-length indoor dress, this one was an ornate gown that draped down to cover even my feet. For the first time in my life, I was laced into a corset and had makeup applied. The tightness around my chest felt suffocating, and my face itched, but the reflection in the mirror finally seemed like it belonged in the royal palace.

No one touched my hair, of course, but the addition of a lavish headband complemented the dress nicely, making me look somewhat presentable.

“Lastly… I’m sorry, but…”

After carefully ironing the hem of my dress and finishing the final touches, like lip rouge and blush, Yvette approached with a hesitant expression. She held out a long silk ribbon and spread it before me.

‘…Ah, right.’

I’d forgotten again—I was still a prisoner.

Just as on the day I first arrived at the palace, I was blindfolded with the soft silk ribbon and had my wrists bound. With a maid holding each of my arms, I was escorted down the hall.

‘This must be the central courtyard. Judging by the number of turns, the layout seems a bit complex…’

Up until now, the furthest I’d been outside was the back garden. I could see the central courtyard from Kyle’s bedroom, which lay between the inner palace and the main palace, but I’d never set foot there. Since it was landscaped purely for visual beauty to suit aristocratic tastes, I wasn’t particularly disappointed.

Whoosh.

But as the early summer breeze brushed past my ears, carrying its warmth, I couldn’t help but relish the sunlight, the scent of fresh grass filling my nose, and the rustling of pale green leaves flutteLyng in the wind. It made me wistful, wishing I could see the scenery with my own eyes.

“Be careful; there are stairs ahead,” Yvette said kindly from a step ahead, guiding me with a gentle warning.

It seemed we had already passed through the garden.

‘So this must be the main palace…’