I Don't Need A Husband
Chapter 65
Isilis widened her eyes, surprised at Berthas’ words. How could he know her heart that she didn’t even know herself?
“I can’t believe you know me. That’s a very strange thing to say.”
“What’s strange?”
“Aren’t you and I strangers?”
“No. Our time is too precious to be classified as strangers.”
“Then what are we?”
“Lovers. Let’s start with that.”
That night, Isilis found it difficult to drift off to sleep. Berthas’ words echoed persistently in her mind, leaving her feeling anxious and restless.
Lovers…
Could she conclude her relationship with Berthas with those words?
‘What am I…’
With what words did she want to connect with him? The label of ‘lovers’ felt insufficient to define their connection. She yearned for something more profound, a deeper bond with Berthas. She didn’t want their relationship to be superficial or fleeting.
At least, that was how she perceived it.
Restlessly pacing her room, she decided to open the bedroom door, hoping for a breath of fresh air. Just as she took a step out, a voice caught her attention.
“Isilis.”
It was Berthas, who was leaning right next to the door.
“What are you doing here?”
“Who am I?”
“What?”
“Who am I?”
“Berthas Hillenton. What are you talking about…”
Unable to finish her words, he hugged her.
“What is this?”
“Isilis. Just stay like this for now.”
“What?”
“Don’t ask anything, just. please.”
His voice sounded so desperate that she lowered the hand that was about to push him away. As she was hugged by him for a long time, Berthas’ voice came softly.
“I was so afraid the moment you walked out.”
“….”
“I was afraid that you would not recognize me, and I was afraid that I would meet you who did not remember me. It was the scariest thing to meet you, who are still looking for the child.”
As she heard him, who seemed to be aware of her sleepwalking, Isilis shut her mouth. When she said nothing, Berthas whispered again.
“It was all my fault. You. I didn’t mean to leave you.”
“Berthas.”
“It’s my fault. So Isilis, blame me.”
“It’s nobody’s fault.”
“No. It’s my fault. It’s my fault for leaving you even though I knew you were weak.”
“The Empress of Larchen is not weak.”
“No. I’m not talking about the Empress of Larchen. Isilis. I’m talking about you. You are the person I must protect. I didn’t mean to leave you like that.”
“Berthas Hillenton.”
He lifted his face that was buried in her shoulder when she called him low. Seeing that expression of regret, Isilis said in a small voice.
“It’s not your fault.”
“Then?”
“It’s nobody’s fault.”
“Then?”
“Never mind.”
Thus, she couldn’t deny his sentiments.
The words spoken by Berthas had touched her deeply, kindling a warm sensation within her heart. How could she adequately express her feelings to someone who regarded her in such a manner? All her previous worries and uncertainties faded away, replaced by a profound realization.
Berthas Hillenton’s love for her was genuine and unwavering. He had wholeheartedly given himself to her.
Once again, she attempted to speak, her lips parting as she struggled to conceal the overwhelming emotions brimming within her.
“Would you like some tea?”
Nodding his head at her words, she entered the room she had walked out with Berthas.
“Isilis.”
The gentle caress of his lips stirred her senses, drawing her into a state of heightened awareness. Berthas delicately licked her lips and gently slipped his tongue into her mouth. The intense warmth that washed over her was overwhelming, and it quickly consumed her senses, leaving her in a blissful daze.
When their lips finally parted, Isilis’s face was flushed, revealing the effect of their passionate exchange.
“Isilis.”
“Berthas.”
It’s not that there weren’t moments when the two of them were alone, but seeing those eyes that desperately wanted her made her smile. A smile came to Isilis’ lips, and Berthas’ mouth opened.
“Would you let me hold you?”
“Berthas.”
“I want you. I kept thinking that over and over again.”
“You.”
“Do you plan to reward the knight who returned victoriously?”
It was the play she had heard once—the story of a knight confessing his love to the Empress.
Wounded by one rejection, the knight went out to the battlefield and made a contribution, and the Empress gladly accepted the knight who made a contribution. That’s the end of the play.
“Reward?”
“Please give that body to me.”
“Berthas.”
“Open it.”
She paused for a moment at his words.
When did she hear a voice whispering so desperately? Come to think of it, Berthas was always like that. He told her without hesitation what he wanted. Then, it was she who listened as if she had no choice.
“What should I do?”
“You don’t have to do anything. Your Majesty. Please give me that body.”
Isilis responded to Berthas’s recitation of lines from the play with a faint smile and a subtle nod of approval.
Giving him permission, Berthas swiftly moved forward without hesitation. Fortunately, the bed was conveniently positioned behind her, and she willingly accepted the weight of the ardent man. Isilis tenderly caressed his face with her hand, causing Berthas’s eyes to widen in surprise at the unexpected touch.
With a gentle smile, Isilis employed her magic to guide him onto the bed. Despite Berthas’s flustered attempts to move, he found himself unable to do so.
“Why…”
“Why? Am I not rewarding you?
Isilis climbed on top of the motionless Berthas and looked down at him.
‘I wondered why he enjoys looking down, so this is how it felt.’
Isilis found great pleasure in witnessing the bewildered expression of the person she had given her heart to.
With her hand extended, she began to remove Berthas’s top, unbuttoning each button with careful precision. As the fabric fell away, his well-sculpted torso was exposed, its muscles taut and responsive to the lightest touch.
Each contact from her elicited a subtle twitch, further fueling her amusement.
However, the true amusement came when Isilis moved her hand to his lower region. As she removed his underwear, a remarkably prominent member sprang forth. A gleeful laughter escaped her lips as she observed Berthas, who closed his eyes in embarrassment.
Unable to resist, Isilis’s hand instinctively gripped Berthas’s protruding pillar.
“Kuhk!”
The member had already become swollen, with clear liquid glistening at its tip. As Isilis rubbed it gently with her thumb, more slippery fluid oozed out. With each slow stroke of her thumb, the pillar in her hand grew taller and more rigid.
“Isilis.”
Berthas’s strained voice caught her off guard, causing a momentary startle. Sensations rippled through her body, and it felt like her bottom was twitching and tightening.
Her heart raced wildly.
In a swift motion, Berthas raised himself up and positioned Isilis on the bed.
“How…”
“Wasn’t it light magic in the first place?
Although the magic she had initially used as a playful jest, she was a formidable wizard. How was it possible for him to effortlessly dispel her magic like this? It indicated that Berthas’s swordsmanship had taken a significant leap forward. Manipulating the flow of magic was a simple feat for anyone who possessed mastery over aura.
“So, how do you feel after touching it?”
“What?”
“I asked how it was when you touched it.”
Although the question had a playful tone, the intensity of his gaze betrayed a burning desire. His voice caught in his throat. Berthas, captivated by the image of her before him, eagerly sought to undress her.
Her intricately adorned garments proved resistant, prompting him to tear them apart with his bare hands. As the jewels shattered with a resounding noise, Isilis’s attention was drawn to the source of the sound.
“I guess you still have something else to think about, Your Majesty.”
She was awakened by the growling voice.
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The rough touch on her chest sent waves of dizziness through her. The pillar pressing against her already moist secret place emitted a searing heat. The tightness within and the wetness beneath intensified the sensations.
A smile curved on Berthas’s lips as the liquid continued to flow. Within his obsidian-embracing eyes, Isilis found herself reflected.
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Chapter 65: 65
Isilis widened her eyes, surprised at Berthas’ words. How could he know her heart that she didn’t even know herself?
“I can’t believe you know me. That’s a very strange thing to say.”
“What’s strange?”
“Aren’t you and I strangers?”
“No. Our time is too precious to be classified as strangers.”
“Then what are we?”
“Lovers. Let’s start with that.”
That night, Isilis found it difficult to drift off to sleep. Berthas’ words echoed persistently in her mind, leaving her feeling anxious and restless.
Lovers…
Could she conclude her relationship with Berthas with those words?
‘What am I…’
With what words did she want to connect with him? The label of ‘lovers’ felt insufficient to define their connection. She yearned for something more profound, a deeper bond with Berthas. She didn’t want their relationship to be superficial or fleeting.
At least, that was how she perceived it.
Restlessly pacing her room, she decided to open the bedroom door, hoping for a breath of fresh air. Just as she took a step out, a voice caught her attention.
“Isilis.”
It was Berthas, who was leaning right next to the door.
“What are you doing here?”
“Who am I?”
“What?”
“Berthas Hillenton. What are you talking about…”
Unable to finish her words, he hugged her.
“What is this?”
“Isilis. Just stay like this for now.”
“What?”
“Don’t ask anything, just. please.”
His voice sounded so desperate that she lowered the hand that was about to push him away. As she was hugged by him for a long time, Berthas’ voice came softly.
“I was so afraid the moment you walked out.”
“….”
“I was afraid that you would not recognize me, and I was afraid that I would meet you who did not remember me. It was the scariest thing to meet you, who are still looking for the child.”
As she heard him, who seemed to be aware of her sleepwalking, Isilis shut her mouth. When she said nothing, Berthas whispered again.
“It was all my fault. You. I didn’t mean to leave you.”
“Berthas.”
“It’s my fault. So Isilis, blame me.”
“It’s nobody’s fault.”
“No. It’s my fault. It’s my fault for leaving you even though I knew you were weak.”
“The Empress of Larchen is not weak.”
“No. I’m not talking about the Empress of Larchen. Isilis. I’m talking about you. You are the person I must protect. I didn’t mean to leave you like that.”
“Berthas Hillenton.”
“It’s not your fault.”
“Then?”
“It’s nobody’s fault.”
“Then?”
“Never mind.”
Thus, she couldn’t deny his sentiments.
The words spoken by Berthas had touched her deeply, kindling a warm sensation within her heart. How could she adequately express her feelings to someone who regarded her in such a manner? All her previous worries and uncertainties faded away, replaced by a profound realization.
Berthas Hillenton’s love for her was genuine and unwavering. He had wholeheartedly given himself to her.
Once again, she attempted to speak, her lips parting as she struggled to conceal the overwhelming emotions brimming within her.
“Would you like some tea?”
Nodding his head at her words, she entered the room she had walked out with Berthas.
“Isilis.”
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Unable to resist, Isilis yielded to Berthas’ advances as he turned around and kissed her tenderly. With closed eyes, she experienced a surge of intense heat enveloping her lips. She felt the firm grasp of his hand around her waist, causing her body to relax in his embrace.The gentle caress of his lips stirred her senses, drawing her into a state of heightened awareness. Berthas delicately licked her lips and gently slipped his tongue into her mouth. The intense warmth that washed over her was overwhelming, and it quickly consumed her senses, leaving her in a blissful daze.
When their lips finally parted, Isilis’s face was flushed, revealing the effect of their passionate exchange.
“Isilis.”
“Berthas.”
It’s not that there weren’t moments when the two of them were alone, but seeing those eyes that desperately wanted her made her smile. A smile came to Isilis’ lips, and Berthas’ mouth opened.
“Would you let me hold you?”
“I want you. I kept thinking that over and over again.”
“You.”
“Do you plan to reward the knight who returned victoriously?”
It was the play she had heard once—the story of a knight confessing his love to the Empress.
Wounded by one rejection, the knight went out to the battlefield and made a contribution, and the Empress gladly accepted the knight who made a contribution. That’s the end of the play.
“Reward?”
“Please give that body to me.”
“Berthas.”
“Open it.”
She paused for a moment at his words.
When did she hear a voice whispering so desperately? Come to think of it, Berthas was always like that. He told her without hesitation what he wanted. Then, it was she who listened as if she had no choice.
“What should I do?”
“You don’t have to do anything. Your Majesty. Please give me that body.”
Isilis responded to Berthas’s recitation of lines from the play with a faint smile and a subtle nod of approval.
Giving him permission, Berthas swiftly moved forward without hesitation. Fortunately, the bed was conveniently positioned behind her, and she willingly accepted the weight of the ardent man. Isilis tenderly caressed his face with her hand, causing Berthas’s eyes to widen in surprise at the unexpected touch.
With a gentle smile, Isilis employed her magic to guide him onto the bed. Despite Berthas’s flustered attempts to move, he found himself unable to do so.
“Why…”
“Why? Am I not rewarding you?
Isilis climbed on top of the motionless Berthas and looked down at him.
Isilis found great pleasure in witnessing the bewildered expression of the person she had given her heart to.
With her hand extended, she began to remove Berthas’s top, unbuttoning each button with careful precision. As the fabric fell away, his well-sculpted torso was exposed, its muscles taut and responsive to the lightest touch.
Each contact from her elicited a subtle twitch, further fueling her amusement.
However, the true amusement came when Isilis moved her hand to his lower region. As she removed his underwear, a remarkably prominent member sprang forth. A gleeful laughter escaped her lips as she observed Berthas, who closed his eyes in embarrassment.
Unable to resist, Isilis’s hand instinctively gripped Berthas’s protruding pillar.
“Kuhk!”
The member had already become swollen, with clear liquid glistening at its tip. As Isilis rubbed it gently with her thumb, more slippery fluid oozed out. With each slow stroke of her thumb, the pillar in her hand grew taller and more rigid.
“Isilis.”
Berthas’s strained voice caught her off guard, causing a momentary startle. Sensations rippled through her body, and it felt like her bottom was twitching and tightening.
Her heart raced wildly.
In a swift motion, Berthas raised himself up and positioned Isilis on the bed.
“How…”
“Wasn’t it light magic in the first place?
Although the magic she had initially used as a playful jest, she was a formidable wizard. How was it possible for him to effortlessly dispel her magic like this? It indicated that Berthas’s swordsmanship had taken a significant leap forward. Manipulating the flow of magic was a simple feat for anyone who possessed mastery over aura.
“So, how do you feel after touching it?”
“What?”
“I asked how it was when you touched it.”
Although the question had a playful tone, the intensity of his gaze betrayed a burning desire. His voice caught in his throat. Berthas, captivated by the image of her before him, eagerly sought to undress her.
Her intricately adorned garments proved resistant, prompting him to tear them apart with his bare hands. As the jewels shattered with a resounding noise, Isilis’s attention was drawn to the source of the sound.
She was awakened by the growling voice.
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The rough touch on her chest sent waves of dizziness through her. The pillar pressing against her already moist secret place emitted a searing heat. The tightness within and the wetness beneath intensified the sensations.
A smile curved on Berthas’s lips as the liquid continued to flow. Within his obsidian-embracing eyes, Isilis found herself reflected.
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