The Witch Didn't Raise the Tyrant That Way - Chapter 4: It Kept Getting Bigger (8)

“It’s so good…”

Kyle took a deep breath, his shoulders rising as he inhaled deeply. His thumbs pressed firmly into the soft, rounded flesh of my breast, as if trying to leave his imprint, then moved in slow, deliberate circles. Whether it was the brush of his breath slipping beneath my collar or the way his kneading fingers occasionally grazed my nipples, a faint tickling sensation coursed up my straightened spine.

“Do you remember when we kneaded bread dough at your house? Your skin feels even softer and squishier than that.”

“You didn’t even know how to do it properly back then.”

“But you let me shape the dough, didn’t you? Maybe that’s why your body feels like dough—so soft and delicious…”

At some point, Kyle’s hands began slowly lifting the hem of my dress.

“What are you doing? Not here… not in a place like this…”

“And what kind of place is this?”

“This is where the king… receives audiences…”

“Exactly. It’s the place where you come to meet me.”

Finally, his hand reached my bare thigh, his fingers kneading the skin lightly as he looked up at me with eyes heavy with desire.

“Didn’t you think about this when you came to see me?”

“…”

“Haven’t the afternoons been boring lately? I even avoided doing anything with you this morning just for today.”

I scowled in defiance, pouting slightly. So that’s why it had felt strange—was he playing some sort of push-and-pull game with me?

Kyle chuckled softly, then slid a hand beneath my knees, scooping me up effortlessly as he stood. Though he supported my back, the sudden tilt of my body startled me, and I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck.

Seemingly pleased by this, Kyle grinned widely in satisfaction, then began descending the platform at a leisurely pace, one step at a time.

He headed toward one side of the audience hall, to a section of the wall where heavy velvet curtains hung between the columns. Pulling the curtains aside revealed a set of tightly sealed inner shutters.

After setting me down, Kyle unlatched the shutters and flung them open. Behind them, he pushed open the stained-glass windows, fully exposing the view outside.

It was a sight I had never seen before.

Under the bright early summer sunlight stretched a vast cityscape, far more extensive and organized than anything I had imagined. Countless buildings stood in orderly clusters, forming a bustling metropolis. For someone like me, whose only experience with settlements had been the small market closest to the forest, the sheer scale of the scene was overwhelming.

This country had so many people.

And Kyle ruled over all of them.

“What do you think?”

Kyle stood behind me, trapping me between his arms as he rested his hands on the windowsill. Lowering himself slightly, he brought our eye levels to match.

“This, too… is a view you gave me.”

His low voice resonated near my ear, carrying a faintly excited tone. It wasn’t the kind of excitement that stemmed from overwhelming happiness; rather, it felt like he was trying to make me happy. For some reason, his words made me feel awkwardly shy.

Well… this was always yours to begin with. All I did was guide you so you wouldn’t lose your way.

“Do you see that building covered in ivy? That’s the library, where you borrowed books recently to try to ‘fix’ my issue.”

Kyle adjusted his stance to fully meet my gaze, then extended a hand to point at a nearby structure. The ivy creeping up its walls lent the old building a serene, timeless charm.

“Behind it, the one that looks like a clock tower is the Mage Tower. And that domed building beyond it is the Academy.”

As Kyle’s hand moved through the air, he pointed out various landmarks among the city’s prominent buildings. The administrative office for the capital’s residents, the kingdom’s only grand temple, the guild building at the market entrance, and the obelisk in Triumph Square—each was highlighted by his finger.

Hearing him mention the Academy reminded me of the original story’s protagonist, who had been the Academy’s only female professor. And the mention of the temple brought to mind the fabricated prophecy from the Church, which had labeled Kyle’s black hair as an ill omen.

I wondered if Kyle had clashed with the Church as ruthlessly as he had with his political enemies. Had he met the original protagonist by chance and felt even a flicker of emotion for her? Though many nobles were pressuring him into a political marriage, it was hard to predict what might happen.

‘The original heroine was a noblewoman, too.’

The thought made my fingertips tingle, and my chest felt a little tight. Why? I rubbed my fingers against the windowsill absentmindedly and asked in passing:

“Do you interact much with the Academy scholars? You must have plenty of reasons to commission research for policymaking.”

“Why? Do you want to meet people who study plants?”

“Huh? No, it’s not that… not really.”

After all, I probably know more than they do. Their plant guides are helpful, though.

I had once imagined a distant future where the potions I made would become famous, prompting Academy scholars to study the herbs I used or visit my forest to observe the northeastern vegetation. But that was just a far-off daydream.

“Then why are you asking?”

“Just curious.”

“…”

When I shrugged, Kyle’s expression darkened slightly, as if displeased by the idea that my thoughts had wandered somewhere unrelated to him.

“See that yellow brick building? That’s the Knight’s Headquarters. Behind it are the stables and the training grounds. The Academy’s athletic field connects to them, so noble-born knights sometimes practice sparing there…”

Despite his subdued mood, Kyle continued pointing out various locations around the palace. Since I couldn’t actually visit any of these places, I found it hard to care. Instead, I let his explanations drift in one ear and out the other while focusing on the garden below the window.

It was far larger and grander than the courtyard visible from Kyle’s bedroom. Though I couldn’t spot any plants useful for medicine, the hedge maze was impressive, and the forest beyond was said to be vast enough for hunting—a space far larger than the palace grounds.

‘It really is enormous. And Kyle is the one who rules it all…’

As I mulled over what I’d heard about this place and recalled details from the original story, I suddenly felt a chill across my lower body.

Goosebumps rose as his hand brushed along my exposed skin, the unexpected touch raising every hair.

“Lynn… You really are so easily distracted.”

Kyle’s finger lightly traced the pale curve of my backside, exploring the skin with a deliberate slowness. Meanwhile, the hand that had been gesturing outside slipped inside my dress, pulling out one of my breasts that had been partially pushed up by the corset.

“What are you doing? People outside can see…!”

“Not a chance. There are no buildings or trees overlooking this spot—it’s completely private.”

“But… the Mage Tower—”

“So, you were distracted but managed to catch that? There are no windows over there,” Kyle said with a smirk.

“Kyle…”

“You were the one who pushed me to go out and see this wide world. You should be looking at it with me.”

“I… I am looking.”

“Only look at what I see.”

Kyle’s hands continued kneading the breast he had exposed, his fingers circling and teasing my nipple. Though it was early summer and not particularly cold even in the shade, the open view of the outdoors stretching below made the chill on my bare chest feel more pronounced.

“Kyle, please…”

“Shh, don’t rush me. I’ll take care of you soon…”

Kyle chuckled softly and lightly nibbled on the cartilage of my ear. His fingers, which had been lazily tracing patterns across my lower back and hips, slid smoothly down along the cleft of my buttocks. My underwear had long since disappeared, pulled away by him earlier.

His fingers spread apart the soft folds of my entrance before slipping in without hesitation.

“Hng…!”

“I must have missed the signs. You were distracted because you were feeling empty down here.”

“No… ah, no, that’s not it…”

“Really? Then why is it already so wet down here?”

Kyle began moving his fingers rapidly, the slick, obscene sounds of friction—something I never imagined would echo in a place like this—filled the air.

With the kingdom’s most bustling cityscape and the pristine garden stretching below under the clear blue sky, I stared blankly, unable to focus. His relentless fingers struck the deepest points inside me, making my hips jolt reflexively. The bright sunlight only amplified my shame, and I could do nothing but bow my head and press my forehead against the windowsill.

“Ah… ngh… hng…”

“Lynn. The only reason I’m here… is because of you.”

His fingers, which had been stirring deep within me, suddenly grew rougher. Then, sliding his hand beneath my forehead, he forcefully turned my face toward him. Without warning, he captured my lips, biting and sucking as if to consume me whole. His thick tongue slid deeply into my mouth, tangling with mine in a kiss that declared his dominance, as if intent on stealing my very last breath.

Pinned both above and below by him, my back arched as I gasped for air. The awkward angle of my head made it hard to breathe, and the lack of oxygen left me feeling lightheaded. Seemingly pleased by the lewd sound of my slickness, Kyle began thrusting his fingers even more aggressively, occasionally slapping his palm against me in a way that sent stinging sensations radiating through my swollen folds. Each strike sent vibrations to my clit, which had started to throb faintly, spreading an aching pleasure that bordered on pain.

“If you hadn’t told me to return to the palace, I would never have left the forest…”

Lifting his head, Kyle released my lips and stared down at my flushed, panting face, which was still pressed against the windowsill.

“Every time it feels like hell to be here doing this, it’s your job to comfort me.”

He pulled me back into his arms, pressing my back against his chest, forcing my hips to jut backward. In one swift motion, he loosened his trousers and pulled out his length, rubbing it against my entrance. For him, it was unusually impatient—he was someone who normally only entered me after making me climax multiple times.

Was he in a bad mood?

“Isn’t that right?”

“Nngh…!”

But any coherent thoughts vanished the moment his shaft plunged deep inside me, slamming in as if to knock the breath from my chest.

*

From that day on, Kyle would occasionally summon me to the main palace. Each time, he made it seem like there was some urgent matter to discuss, but when I arrived, it always turned out that what he “wanted” was nothing more than that—he wanted me.

The only silver lining was that, after that first day in the audience chamber, he always called me to his office instead. At least it was a much more private space compared to the audience hall.

Still, the whole situation left me feeling deeply humiliated. I had no power to refuse the summons conveyed through the maids, so it felt as if I were going to him of my own volition, as if I wanted to sleep with him. No matter how secluded the path I took, there were bound to be people who saw or heard me heading toward his office. And since I typically didn’t leave his room for a couple of hours at a time, anyone could easily guess what was happening inside.

At the very least, Kyle’s aides and the chamberlain working just outside his office must know everything.

“You… ngh! Don’t you ever call me again without a proper reason…”

“It is a proper reason.”

“What kind of… reason is this, ngh…! What do you think people will… think of me…?”

“I told you not to wear underwear, but here you are, wearing it again.”

“Kyle…!”

“Having you here makes my office feel a little more comfortable, you know…”

It was as if he was intentionally using these obscene acts in his workspace to relieve the pressure of his duties. As if, in this space that had been the dignified office of previous kings, he could only feel at ease by engaging in deeply personal and illicit behavior.

‘Was it the weight of being a prince and now a king that made him unable to stand it? After all, everyone he’s met in the palace probably expects him to live up to that image…’

Interpreting it that way made me wonder if his so-called selective erectile dysfunction might have stemmed from that, and if so, it could be a clue to solving the issue. At the same time, it made me feel sorry for him—four years of being crushed under the weight of authority and responsibility before I arrived.

That must be why, every time Kyle uttered such vulnerable words, I found myself enduring my distaste and quietly accepting him.

Even setting aside the physical pleasure the acts brought…

“The way you spread your legs here to take me, the way your pussy opens up so completely for me, the way this hole quivers as if it’s waiting for me… it all feels like a dream…”

It was Kyle who sat me on his desk, Kyle who spread my legs apart, and Kyle who made sure my body was pliant and wet enough to take him by driving me to climax. Yet, as he rested his head against one of my knees, staring at the glistening flesh between my legs while stroking himself, he wore an expression of reverent awe.

Watching the crown of his head from above, I made a silent vow.

Tomorrow, no matter what, I’ll pretend I didn’t hear him if he calls for me.

The problem was that this vow seemed to renew itself every single day.

*