──What is it? …Ah, it’s her hand.
He ordered the remaining servants to leave the room. When they were alone, he picked up a bone of meat and nibbled on it. “I’ll feed you. First of all, eat this.”
He grabbed the meat and brought it next to her cheek. “Do what I’m doing.” Luciano held the meat at her mouth.
Alana’s eyes swam, but after thinking about it for a while, she took her first bite of it.
She could not seem to tear it apart, so Luciano pulled out a small knife and cut the strands of protein that stretched between the larger portion of flesh and what was in her mouth. Alana chewed.
“You don’t seem to be used to meat; do you not usually eat it?”
“I don’t.”
“Ha. That garbage every day?” Luciano took a sip of his wine and let Alana sip from his cup as well.
“When you eat with me, you should eat whatever you want. You shouldn’t choose to diet.”
He let Alana eat what he had eaten as well. He put the bean paste on her finger and brought it to her mouth, causing Alana to lick it off her own finger.
The same went for the bread, soup, and salted cabbage. He put it in Alana’s mouth from her own hands. When her mouth got dirty, he wiped it off his finger and licked it off.
As he repeated the process and movements with her, Alana complained of her fullness.
However, Luciano responded with “no”, and continued to feed her.
He finally pushed the raspberry into her mouth, which Alana devoured with a single utter of complaint.
As she leaned her back against his chest, Alana let out a small breath. When she put her hand on her belly, she noticed that it was no longer as flat as it had been moments ago.　 Luciano looked at the situation before him. He almost smiled.
He didn’t even know what he was doing anymore.
──This is the person I want to kill, right? This is ridiculous!
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Since then, he had become very quiet. At random, he left Alana with a quill and paper, while he read on the chaise lounge. He left her alone without saying much to her. However, Alana voluntarily dipped her pen in ink and began to face the paper.
Her handwriting and letters looked like earthworms crawled over the paper in ink. But she was trying very hard.
It increased to one, two, and many more sheets of paper began to pile up.
Although she was supposed to be the ruthless ruler of Armenia, the nation he swore to bring down after Teges, her figure was so sincere. It was better if she had thrown the quill at him and torn the paper to shreds.
She should have screamed there was no way she could write.
It would have been much better if she had spilled ink all over him and cursed at him for handing her something so trivial. He would have preferred being exposed to the abusive words that meant nothing to him, than watching her struggle and persevere like this. Complicated emotions rose inside Luciano’s heart. Alana dropped the quill, likely tired from the unfamiliar movements. As she fumbled to pick it up, Luciano put his hand on his forehead. He abandoned the book he had been reading. He found himself embracing Alana tightly from behind.
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Feeling the room turn red, Luciano slowly raised himself up. Then, the tie that she had been wearing came undone. He looked down to see a na. ked Alana, her breasts heaving up and down. After that, he stripped her dress off with urge and embraced her tightly. More red marks appeared on her white skin.　
Luciano still couldn’t believe what was happening to him. Despite them just embracing, the back of his hips was moving and trying to regain their strength to connect again.
──What the hell is going on? What happened to my body? It won’t stop.
In the past, all the women he has dealt with were one-nighters. He had never dealt with the same woman twice. They were all pigs.
But now, he only wanted one woman. And more than once.
His reasoning was broken and shattered. Take off his clothes and moulding his skin onto others. This was something impossible for him.
The horrifying hell of Serrat was revived just by being naked, and nausea and headaches assaulted him. However, for some reason, he found himself naked.
Alana and Luciano’s skin rubbed against each other and overlapped tightly. He embraced her front the front, not from behind, staring at her face.
He even wished that her slackening hands would go around his back.
He was confused and could not keep his mind straight.
But he knew only this much. If he did not kill her early, he would be irreparable. He would never be able to go back to how he was before.
He grabbed a handful of his silver hair and held his crumpled. He held his head tightly.
“Emilio?” Alana spoke softly.
Closing his eyes tightly, sweat beaded on his forehead dripped down onto his skin.
── You fool. Emilio, etc… I’m Luciano. Luciano Theo Bernardino Perdida Mirages Nava Serrat. I am the man who will destroy you and this country.　
A small hand touched Luciano’s arm fearfully. His eyes instantly opened.
//I really love how instead of being her hand, Luciano is helping her regain her hand TT. And omg, this line ‘He even wished that her slackening hands would go around his back.’ Really hit me in the feels TT. Luciano has a wish other than revenge. And it’s for her to hug him back. Then the dark contrast to his wish in the next lines. Ahhh darling. This angst (˃̩̩⌂˂̩̩ )