The Witch Didn't Raise the Tyrant That Way - Epilogue (4) (M) (END)

“Why is my modest and dignified queen acting like this?”

He said this shamelessly, even as his erection, veins bulging and taut, stood at full attention.

I didn’t even have the presence of mind to scold him. The effects of the potion coursing through me left my body overwhelmed with unbearable arousal. My core throbbed painfully, my entrance tightening and clenching as slick wetness trickled out. It felt as if my pulse had moved to my most sensitive spots—my labia and clitoris were pulsing wildly.

My throat was parched, each breath coming out in desperate pants.

“The antidote… I need… the antidote…”

“Now, how did you say it works again?”

“Please! I’m begging you…”

“I must be terrible at learning—I can’t seem to remember.”

“Lick… it…!”

“Where?”

“Please…”

“You’ll have to be more specific.”

“My… my pussy. Lick it… please.”

Tears welled up in the corners of my eyes, and finally spilled over. Kyle lowered his head, gently licking away my tears, his face glowing with unrestrained delight as he looked down at me.

“More.”

“Here too.”

“And where exactly is ‘here’?”

“My breasts… suck them.”

I ended up saying this as I kneaded my chest with my own hands, desperate for relief.

I didn’t feel ashamed. My rational mind had long since ceased to function, overwhelmed by the waves of arousal surging from both above and below.

If there was anything to blame, it was my own genius with alchemy that had brought me to this state.

“Hurry… make me cum. Please, now…”

My uncontrollable arousal drove me to spew vulgar words, and Kyle’s smile deepened. His manhood, too, throbbed visibly, the slit of his urethra wide and glistening, as though he might release himself at any moment.

The antidote for this potion I had yet to name was simple—there were only two ways to neutralize it. Either it could be countered with another’s saliva, as with most potions, or… all the fluids it caused to generate could be drawn out to the very last drop.

The night was long.

* * *

After several days of what felt like an extended consummation of our marriage, it was time to face the awkward duty of meeting the influential figures of Roden as its new queen. This was largely due to my absence from the wedding reception, where such introductions would typically have occurred. The meetings began with the kingdom’s high-ranking nobles, including my adoptive father, the Duke of Edelsbach, and other prominent individuals, such as the heads of the kingdom’s most distinguished houses or those holding key positions within the court.

“Your Highness, I humbly and deeply apologize for my prior insolence.”

The scene unfolded during my meeting with one of the kingdom’s three dukes, the Duke of Dorison.

“Me? You mean… me?”

I was taken aback when, upon entering the audience chamber, the duke immediately dropped to his knees and bowed his head. Even more surprising, his apology was directed at me, not Kyle. This was the first time we’d ever met, after all.

Startled, I turned to Kyle, who merely smirked and gestured toward the duke with his chin, as if to say, “Look at this pathetic display.”

“The entire Dorison family extends our sincerest congratulations on Your Highness’s union. Furthermore, Dorison pledges its unwavering loyalty to all direct descendants Your Highness may bring into the royal lineage.”

Still kneeling, the duke raised his upper body to solemnly declare this. Behind him, one of his aides stepped forward, carrying an ornately decorated jewelry box.

“This is a yellow diamond necklace that my wife brought with her when she joined Dorison. Though it cannot compare to the brilliance of Your Highness’s radiant eyes, we believe there is no gift more fitting to commemorate your union.”

Isn’t something like this usually passed down to one’s daughter? As the duke’s overly enthusiastic explanation grew increasingly excessive, I felt my face begin to pale.

“Hmm, acceptable,” Kyle said, his voice dripping with disdain. “I’ll consider lifting the house arrest on the Dorison Lady.”

“…The Dorison Lady?” I echoed in confusion.

“I heard she insulted my queen with vulgar remarks too indecent to repeat—while skulking around a restricted area like a rat.”

Kyle practically spat the word “rat,” his tone dripping with disdain, and the duke’s face twisted in humiliation.

…Oh. That incident. I had completely forgotten about it. After that day, I had noticed fewer summons to the main palace, but I had been so preoccupied preparing to leave for the forest (thinking Kyle was busy planning his marriage to someone else) that it had slipped my mind entirely.

“Wait… house arrest?”

“Yes. I ordered it immediately that day. She didn’t even get to see our wedding, did she?”

“Due to my daughter’s thoughtless behavior, she lost the privilege of celebrating your union and extending her congratulations in person,” the duke interjected, his voice heavy with regret.

…Come to think of it, I don’t recall ever seeing Lady Dorison during the times I secretly slipped in and out of the main palace to observe various situations.

‘Was Duke Dorison’s audience request regarding his daughter related to the confinement order?’

Wow, this is… I couldn’t hide my shock, which was far greater than the relief I felt. Trying to keep myself composed, I glanced at Kyle with my mouth agape in disbelief, ensuring that Duke Dorison, who was bowing his head, wouldn’t notice.

“Why do you look like that, Vi? Hmm… Do you think two months of confinement is too lenient considering Lady Dorison’s offense against you?”

“No, no, that’s not… it’s not that.”

Frankly, I didn’t care much about Lady Dorison. What really struck me was the realization that Kyle had already figured out my secret trips to the main palace to eavesdrop. Apparently, not a single one of my actions had escaped his watchful eyes.

A few days later, professors from the Academy came to visit.

I had hoped to meet the original female protagonist from the novel, but unfortunately, only high-ranking officials like the dean and vice dean showed up, and she wasn’t among them. Still, I silently wished that she, as a regular professor, could achieve academic success and pursue her research without falling victim to the disastrous lust portrayed in the original story.

“Come to think of it, His Majesty hinted that it was Your Grace who created the ultimate ointment. Is that true?”

“Oh, that’s right. It was distributed through a trading company.”

“Wow…”

“Impressive! It truly proved its value during the civil war!”

“We also use it frequently in our experiments whenever we get injured or cut ourselves on paper. It’s even effective for nosebleeds.”

“By the way, did Your Grace also create the ‘Bright Potion’? It’s extremely popular among scholars who pull all-nighters in the lab.”

“Yes, there’s been much debate about which herbs were used in that.”

“Oh, that’s made with herbs that only grow naturally in the region where I lived.”

This meeting was, without a doubt, the most exciting audience I had held since becoming Queen alongside Kyle. All the visitors specialized in fields like botany and pharmacology, which aligned perfectly with my interests. It was as if Kyle had deliberately chosen academics with relevant expertise for their positions at the Academy.

Without realizing it, I leaned forward in my seat, practically on the verge of dashing over to them, passionately engaging in conversation. Meanwhile, Kyle sat beside me on the throne, gazing at me with an affectionate expression, which completely escaped my notice.

“Yes! All those herbs are grown in my garden, so feel free to come and take a look anytime. Better yet, if the opportunity arises, I’d love to take you to the forest where they grow naturally!”

This was the fulfillment of the dream I had when I first started selling ointments and potions. I could barely contain my excitement.

The next most memorable meeting was with the Tower Master.

Given that the Academy and the Magic Tower are considered a pair—the “Ivory Tower of Truth” and the “Ivory Tower of Reality,” respectively—the Tower Master visited on the same day as the Academy scholars.

“Your Grace, it’s truly an honor to meet you. I had hoped to greet you at the banquet that day, but you didn’t attend, which was a great regret. I wanted to ask if you’re finding the doll I custom-made for you to be useful…”

The Tower Master was a man with a bob haircut that just brushed his jawline, wearing glasses, and he looked every bit like a stereotypical Tower Master. Moreover, he made no attempt to hide the fact that he had crafted that notorious magical device.

With a sly grin and a wink through his glasses, he inquired enthusiastically about our “duck doll” experience. Kyle, meanwhile, glared at him with a murderous look, as if ready to rip him apart.

“Ah, understood. I won’t ask further. To celebrate your marriage, I’ve prepared a small personal gift. Please accept it.”

When the box he handed over through the chamberlain was opened, what was inside was…

‘…This time, it’s a rotor.’

Indeed. Another adult toy.

“I’ve included an instruction manual, so I sincerely hope it helps the two of you in producing an heir.”

With a face full of earnest sincerity, he presented this gift, publicly, in the audience hall—an adult product.

“Should you ever visit the Magic Tower, I’d be happy to introduce you to a collection that might enhance your private time together.”

And to top it all off, he even promoted a visit to the Magic Tower as if it were a shop—no, the shop. In that moment, the maids’ snickeLyng faces as they gossiped about “the duck doll made by the Tower Master” came vividly to mind.

‘Uh… but…’

Somehow, Kyle’s sharp glare at the Tower Master seemed to say something along the lines of, “Say stuff like that only when we’re alone, damn it.”

…Surely, that’s just my imagination, right?

* * *

Last autumn, with the sudden royal marriage and the arrival of a queen, the atmosphere of the Rodenam royal palace underwent a complete transformation by the time winter passed and spLyng arrived.

First, the king, who was once known for his sharp demeanor and for driving his staff relentlessly while constantly appearing angry, was now often seen smiling gently—or even acting playfully. Of course, this softness was reserved solely for the queen, and while the total amount of his harshness had decreased, the tension in his presence remained unchanged for everyone else.

On the other hand, while the palace staff and officials were initially nervous about having another person to serve, compounded by their lack of knowledge about the new queen, their fears turned out to be unfounded. The queen, as it happened, required almost no attention. She spent most of her time in the newly constructed annex and its garden, so opportunities to encounter her were scarce. To the staff, this might have seemed like mere leisure, but for the queen, it was her life itself.

However, just because the staff and officials rarely saw the queen didn’t mean she avoided all visitors. Twice a week, scholars from the Academy brought students to her garden.

On one occasion, botanists visited to observe the vegetation of the northeastern region, which was previously unknown to the Academy. This was made possible thanks to the Tower Master, who had specially created a glass conservatory last winter to replicate the northeastern ecosystem. The conservatory had been designed using the terrain of the forest surrounding the annex, with its dense coniferous trees limiting sunlight—a setup ideal for mimicking the low-light conditions of the northeast climate. This was a project the queen had specifically requested of the Tower Master.

While the Tower Master was usually reluctant to create such grand magical devices, rumors suggested that the queen had won his loyalty with a gift that perfectly suited his tastes.

On another occasion, pharmacology experts visited. These visits involved practical lessons held in the “laboratory,” an extension built onto the annex in the shape of a cottage. Even the pharmacology professors themselves eagerly came to learn from the queen.

The queen, who possessed such advanced expertise in pharmacology that even Academy professors sought her guidance, had begun selling various newly invented medicines from the royal palace through the Edelspach family’s trading company. While the ointments and potions she had developed in her maiden days were still exclusively supplied to those who had supported her sales back then, her new line of products sold through Edelspach included medicines like “The Witch’s Cough Syrup,” “The Witch’s Burn Ointment,” and “The Witch’s Digestive Aid.”

Few people knew exactly why the queen chose to use the word witch in the branding of her products. However, when the king suddenly pushed through a reform bill the year after their marriage—allowing women without male family members to register their status independently—people began to speculate. It was assumed that the king, who had spent a long time wandering during his nomadic years, had developed a keen interest in the issues faced by the “witches” he encountered during his travels.

Furthermore, it was said that after a trial run of selling the queen’s products this year, their prices would be significantly lowered so even the poor could afford them. If that happened, it seemed likely that people would soon start to view the word witch in a more positive light.

With the queen busy conducting personal research, collaborating with the Academy, and overseeing the trading of her medicines, the management of the palace naturally fell to the king. While some of the staff were initially displeased with this arrangement, their dissatisfaction soon disappeared entirely.

Most importantly, the king himself had no complaints about managing both domestic affairs and palace duties.

“I didn’t marry her to put her to work,” he would say.

“Isn’t it because you lack the courage to convince me and instead want to whine to my dear queen so you can manipulate her to do your bidding?”

With his fearsome, tyrannical glare and tone that suggested he might take their heads off, no one dared suggest again that the queen should oversee the palace duties.

Of course, with the queen so busy, it wasn’t as though the king had no regrets about it.

For example, there was the fact that it was always he who returned to their shared chambers first, or that when the queen finally came back deep into the night, she was so exhausted that he couldn’t even indulge in acting spoiled as much as he wanted to.

“Lyn, why are you so late…?”

One day, as the first anniversary of their marriage approached, Kyle grew increasingly restless. Lilithea had mentioned she would be late due to work in the laboratory, but as time passed, there was no sign of her returning. After waiting in their bedroom in the inner palace for what felt like forever, Kyle finally decided to head to the annex.

Passing through the forest where the glass conservatory was located, he saw the lights still on in the annex—their cottage.

“It feels like my queen has been neglecting me too much lately.”

Unable to suppress his feelings of longing and mild frustration, Kyle entered the annex and immediately wrapped his arms around Lilithea’s waist.

“You’re here? I was going to send someone for you as soon as I finished.”

“You should’ve just told me to come. I’ve been wanting to see you so badly…”

“I wanted to eat this with you, so I stayed here baking it.”

It wasn’t until he had already embraced her tightly and buried his face in her neck, inhaling her scent, that Kyle noticed the rich aroma of sweet apple pie filling the room.

It was that taste—her taste.

The first time he had ever experienced hospitality and a truly delicious meal, it was that apple pie. A moment of kindness and warmth that had been offered to a man who had spent his life starving.

“You know that apple tree we brought over from the orchard? The Tower Master installed some kind of sunlight projector, and the apples have already ripened. Seeing them reminded me of back then.”

With Kyle clinging to her waist and burying his face against her neck, Lilithea calmly sliced the freshly baked apple pie. She cut a piece with the most apple filling, sprinkling a light dusting of cinnamon on top.

“Here, take this.”

“Forget that; I want to eat something else.”

“I heard you swallowing your saliva just now.”

“If I eat this, can I eat what I want next?”

Kyle pressed his furious, swollen shaft against Lillithea’s rear as he asked in a subtle tone. But no answer came. Their standoff had dragged on, with Lillithea insisting that he eat something first and Kyle refusing to eat anything until she gave him an answer.

As always, it was Lillithea who eventually raised the white flag. She pulled a small, pebble-sized magical artifact out of her apron pocket and placed it in his hand.

Kyle’s eyes widened as he examined what lay in his palm.

“You… this…”

“I wanted to enjoy it as soon as I saw my husband again,” she said, meeting his gaze without hesitation.

Her smile, soft and delicate as her eyes narrowed slightly, was captivating—reminiscent of the first time she had uncovered the veil obscuLyng his vision. It was breathtakingly beautiful, or perhaps more accurately, breathtakingly seductive.

The shaft pressed against her rear gave a powerful throb, reacting to her allure.

What Kyle held in his hand was none other than the switch for the vibrator gifted to them as a wedding present by the Master of the Mage Tower. And the fact that Lillithea had placed it in his hand could only mean that the device itself was currently…

Before the thought could fully form, Kyle took the apple pie Lillithea was holding and devoured it in one bite. He didn’t even take the time to savor it. Sure, it was sweet and delicious, but he knew he was about to indulge in something far more intense—something that would figuratively boil his brain with sweetness. The pie itself barely registered.

“Hnn… ahh…”

Chewing and swallowing the pie with deliberate slowness, Kyle turned his gaze to Lillithea, his eyes alight with playful mischief. He began to flick the switch on and off repeatedly.

And just as he suspected, her face rippled with subtle, undulating reactions in time with the movements of his hand. A soft wave of tension would pass over her expression, only to vanish as quickly as it appeared, like a delicate tide rising and falling.

It was an utterly lewd face, so much so that it would have aroused him even if he hadn’t already been painfully hard.

Fighting the urge to toss the vibrator aside and replace it with his own body, he leaned in and asked her, his voice low and teasing.

“Did you put it in yourself?”

“Hnn… who else would’ve put it in if not me?”

“Did you use this finger?”

He took Lillithea’s finger, which had been hanging in the air, into his mouth. It was the very finger that had been smeared with the glossy jam from the apple pie she’d handed him. Slowly and deliberately, as if savoring every ridge of her fingerprint with his tongue, he licked and sucked on it.

“Hnn… ahh… mm…”

Even as he did so, Lillithea let out soft moans, her voice trembling in rhythm with the movements of his finger on the switch.

Her voice, her flushed face, the lewd thoughts running through her head, the slim fingers she’d used just moments ago to pleasure herself, the supple, pale body hidden beneath her modest house dress…

Not a single part of her failed to arouse him.

“Lyn.”

“Hnn, yes…?”

“I’ll only ever get hard for you, for the rest of my life.”

“What kind of vow is that?“ she replied with a chuckle, allowing herself to relax into his strong embrace.

He effortlessly lifted her and placed her on the table, letting her slender arms pull him closer. Their bodies pressed together, and Kyle couldn’t stop the radiant smile that spread across his face, overwhelmed with happiness and love.

After all, this was exactly why he had grown up under her care, so that his life could lead him here, to her.