The Witch Didn't Raise the Tyrant That Way - Chapter 4: It Kept Getting Bigger (9)

“His Majesty has been unable to rise due to a severe migraine. The royal physician’s medication hasn’t helped, and he says he specifically needs the peppermint oil you made.”

“Oh…”

And the very next day, as if by fate, I found myself left with no choice but to go to him.

“Can’t I just hand over the bottle to someone else?”

“Well… His Majesty is very displeased at the moment…”

It was clear the chamberlain and aides couldn’t handle his temper and wanted me to calm him down myself.

‘True… Kyle’s never been so unwell that he couldn’t move before.’

It must have been serious. I couldn’t imagine what could have caused it. And knowing his history of psychosomatic symptoms, it made sense that he’d need a familiar presence to comfort him.

Concern gnawed at me, so I quickly gathered a few useful items from the medicine cabinet and headed to his office.

Once inside, I removed the hood I had worn and untied the ribbon covering my eyes. There he was, sitting at his desk with his forehead pressed into his clasped hands, his face drawn into a deep frown.

When Kyle noticed me, he waved a hand silently, dismissing the maids and chamberlain who had brought me.

Thud.

The door closed behind them, leaving the two of us alone in the spacious and opulent office. This part was no different from any other time I’d been summoned to his office, but since the situation seemed more serious, I approached him without hesitation.

“Let me see you. Are you in a lot of pain?”

“Lynn…”

When Kyle finally raised his head, his face was heartbreakingly vulnerable. It wasn’t the arrogant ruler I’d grown used to seeing in his space, nor the insatiable, lust-driven man who couldn’t suppress his desires. Instead, his pale, sculpted face was etched with pain, and though his beauty radiated an almost destructive decadence, my heart ached more with worry than anything else. Any remaining walls I had built up around my emotions crumbled completely.

“…I need your scent,” he murmured, opening his arms toward me in a silent plea for comfort.

How could I refuse when he looked so desolate? When he seemed to be in so much pain, surely there couldn’t be any harm in this…

…But, as it turned out, there was harm in it.

As always, Kyle pulled me onto his lap, burying his nose in the crook of my neck. He took deep, deliberate breaths, his chest rising and falling as if trying to steady himself. For a moment, it seemed as though he genuinely needed to calm down.

But soon enough, his hands revealed their true intentions, creeping toward my chest and between my thighs. He untied the lace closure of my neckline, pulling my breasts free and kneading them, while his other hand lifted the hem of my skirt higher and higher. Before I knew it, he had hooked each of my legs over the armrests of his chair.

“You… What are you…! Weren’t you in pain…?”

“You stuck your hips out. Doesn’t that mean you want it?”

“You were the one who asked me to hold you—”

“Yeah, I did ask for a hug. But I never said you should grind your ass on my dick.”

“Oh, come on…! I rushed here because I was worried about you being sick—”

“Sorry, sorry. Turns out I’m much more… vulgar and shameless than you thought.”

And so his caresses began. Ignoring the chamberlain’s announcement that a duke with an unfamiliar name was requesting an audience, Kyle drowned me in pleasure, pushing me to climax again and again. Then he carried me to the daybed, where he alternately held and pinned me down, thrusting into me with reckless abandon until he came—then came again.

“When you said you hated me calling you without a reason, I tried to hold back. But holding back only made me want you more. What am I supposed to do, huh?”

It wasn’t until his third climax that I was finally free of Kyle’s relentless movements. I had managed to stifle my moans, but with how long the doors to the office remained shut, surely everyone outside had already guessed what was happening inside. Worse, I thought I heard the chamberlain’s voice several more times, announcing others who had come to request an audience. At the time, I had been too overwhelmed to be sure.

I knew Kyle was reckless as a king, but I hadn’t imagined he’d be this brazen—engaging in debauchery so unabashedly in a public, official space while others waited to conduct state affairs. It was as if he took pride in disregarding propriety, believing his authority as king granted him freedom in every regard—even with things like this.

The real problem was me. Compared to him, I was of low status, someone far closer to being a normal, sensible person…

“Then can you at least avoid doing this when you have appointments? Please?”

“How am I supposed to control people just showing up whenever they want?”

“…”

“Lynn… If I can’t even have you here, all this—the work, the palace, all of it—feels like nothing more than a puppet show, and I can’t bear it.”

Who calls being king a puppet show? And what puppet doesn’t listen like this…?

Exhausted, I could only glare at him in weak protest.

Kyle pushed my legs up over my head, then carefully wiped me clean with a towel he had prepared. He meticulously wiped away the sticky fluids clinging to my pubic hair and the folds of my skin. When my still-loose opening twitched slightly, leaking more of the warm, cloudy liquid he had left inside, he patiently scooped it up and pushed it back in with his fingers.

“Every time those old men come in here, they whine and demand this or that. I can’t bring myself to give up seeing you on top of all that.”

After tossing aside the now-useless towel and lowering my legs back down, Kyle continued to gaze at the flushed, swollen vagina between my thighs. Even though my hole had finally stopped twitching and settled, his eyes lingered there, as if captivated.

Sometimes, Kyle would stare at the opening he had filled with his seed as though bewitched. It almost made me wonder if there was some deeper intention behind the way he poured himself into me so thoroughly.

“I became the king you wanted me to be. So you should give me what I want, too—it’s only fair, isn’t it?”

His words, spoken while his gaze remained fixed on my asshole, carried an oddly weighty undertone.

Considering how much he had suffered as the greatest victim of the late king’s transgressions, surely he didn’t mean to hope for an illegitimate child. Perhaps he trusted me to handle the contraception, believing that as someone who had also suffered as a bastard, I would make sure to prevent any similar fate. I hoped it wasn’t just a matter of him being a ruler who felt entitled to behave however he wished, even in matters like this.

If not that, then perhaps what he wanted… was simply for me, his sole outlet for his desires, to always be available whenever he needed me.

I could ask him directly, but the thought of hearing his answer terrified me.

The idea that he might want a child from me didn’t make sense. But the idea that he was using me only to satisfy his carnal urges felt too degrading.

And if, by some slim chance, he wished to form a deeper bond with me, there should have been far more preparation for that to even be a possibility.

So I chose not to ask anything at all, for fear of disappointment. I didn’t want to taint the memories of our time together in the forest cabin.

All I hoped for now was to leave the palace as soon as possible, carrying with me only the warmth and fleeting moments of ecstasy he had given me.

“I don’t think I can live a single day without your body anymore, Lynn…”

Hearing such words from him, I couldn’t help but wonder if he was falling into some new psychological struggle, perhaps even something akin to sex addiction.

It had been nearly a month since I came to the royal palace, during which I had essentially become Kyle’s mistress. He was unmarried, and we were intimate, so it wasn’t an inaccurate label.

The chamberlain and other palace workers I encountered during my visits to Kyle’s office treated me with respect, as though I were his lover. However, my existence was never formally acknowledged. That’s why, whenever I came to the main palace, I wore a robe with the hood pulled low and even had my eyes covered. While they had stopped tying my hands, probably because they deemed escape impossible, I was still far from free.

Not that I wanted to be publicly acknowledged. There was no need for that. After all, I wasn’t a noblewoman—I was a figure whispered about as a witch. Without any official status, I didn’t even exist as a person in the eyes of the kingdom. The deference shown to me by Kyle’s close aides was conditional at best. If Kyle’s favor ever shifted, I would instantly become an outcast, dismissed from the palace as a suspicious and untraceable witch. No one would care about his insomnia or so-called psychological erectile dysfunction anymore.

“Kyle’s favor,” huh…

The term felt strange even as I thought it. I had been the one to feed, clothe, and raise a wary ten-year-old boy, yet now I was supposedly benefiting from his favor.

Every time I was held in his arms, enveloped by his much larger frame, I was reminded of how incongruous it all felt.

“Kyle.”

Struck by a thought, I rose from my seat. Pulling up the neckline of my dress to cover my shoulders and smoothing down the skirt that had ridden up, I made sure he couldn’t see between my legs anymore.

“This is getting a bit much, don’t you think?”

“What is?”

“You keep calling me over at random times just to… do this.”

“Do you hate it?”

“….”

The sharpness of his question made me hesitate to respond.

If I were being honest, I didn’t hate the acts themselves. In fact, I enjoyed them more than I ever thought I could, considering I had never given such things much thought before. But the circumstances—those were the real issue.

“Even if you don’t have anyone to answer to, everyone already knows what’s happening. Doing this with me every single day—it’s not doing you any favors.”

“What?”

Kyle’s brows furrowed.

“You’re supposed to get married someday. Didn’t you say before that you keep receiving proposals for political marriages? Isn’t that why those nobles keep coming to you, trying to secure favors? If you marry into a prominent family, it’ll stabilize the power structure and resolve everything naturally.”

“…”

“And besides, wouldn’t it—”

“Then what about you?” he interrupted, his voice low.

“What?”

“Who are you going to marry?”

“Why would I get married?”

“…”

Why was the conversation heading in this direction? I frowned instinctively. After living with me for years, Kyle knew perfectly well how society treated women accused of being witches. How could he bring this up, knowing that?

“If you’re so curious, maybe you should give me a status first.”

“….”

My irritated response must have annoyed him because his expression darkened, his features hardening.

We stared at each other in tense silence, both radiating dissatisfaction.

Then Kyle muttered, “Still not enough, huh?” He reached out and rubbed his thumb against my furrowed brow.

“You know, you’ve always looked so pretty when you frown like this, lost in thought. I’ve thought so since back then.”

His thumb slid across my forehead, tracing my temple before tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. The fine braid he had done earlier that morning also shifted as he smoothed it back.

“You think too much.”

Then, after a moment of stroking my head like a child, his hand moved to cradle the back of my head, pulling me toward him.

“Needlessly.”

Before I could react, he closed the distance between us, capturing my lips in a kiss so fierce it felt like he intended to steal my breath. His tongue pushed past my lips, invading my mouth with single-minded intensity.

Ah.

“This is bad.”

I wasn’t sure exactly which part of our conversation had upset him so much, but judging by his fiery demeanor, I knew where this was headed.

Another round of messy entanglement was about to begin.

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