LOGINThe clinking of silver cutlery against porcelain plates echoed sharply throughout the spacious dining room of Blackthorne Mansion. The long marble table, which could usually accommodate more than a dozen people, now felt unbearably empty. Lavender-scented aromatherapy candles burning at the center of the table illuminated only the two people seated across from each other.Lucien cut the wagyu steak on his plate with meticulous precision, then chewed slowly before glancing toward the row of empty chairs on his left. "Where are my two younger brothers?" Lucien asked flatly, breaking the silence as he reached for a cloth napkin to wipe the corner of his spotless lips.Aunt Hiyuni, who was standing not far away, hurried forward and bowed respectfully. "Young Master Azriel informed us that he is still very busy in his art studio, Master. He said there is an oil painting project that must be completed tonight," Aunt Hiyuni reported in her gentle, composed voice. "As for Young Master Evander
The sharp scent of antiseptic in the hospital corridor had slowly faded, replaced by the suffocating silence inside the ward room. Isolde was still gripping the edge of the metal bed. The distance between her face and Lucien’s had been erased completely, leaving only the warm breath of the Grand Lord brushing across the surface of her soft cheek.“Y-yes…” Isolde finally squeaked, her plump lips still slightly cracked as she admitted the forbidden turmoil in her chest. She lowered her head, unwilling to meet Lucien’s sharp, gleaming gray eyes.Instead of erupting in anger, Lucien’s large fingers moved forward. The man pinched Isolde’s chubby cheek gently yet firmly, making her lips pout adorably.“Don’t ever do something that stupid again,” Lucien said in a low voice, his tone heavily laced with serious emphasis. He withdrew his hand and stood straight, adjusting his luxury wristwatch. “You are still very young, Isolde. Your future is still long. Don’t ruin yourself just because of use
The atmosphere inside the VIP hospital room suddenly became extremely quiet, leaving only the hum of the air conditioner that seemed to pierce the skin even more sharply. Isolde remained curled up stiffly beneath her thick blanket, facing away from the door while her heart pounded wildly out of control.The sound of Lucien's dress shoes approached, slow and steady, yet unbearably heavy against the vinyl floor. The eldest Blackthorne stopped right beside the bed, staring at the mound of blankets wrapped around Isolde's curvy body."Was I hallucinating just now?" Lucien asked in a heavy, low voice laden with restrained emphasis.The rhetorical question slipped so casually from his thin lips that Isolde's face, hidden behind the pillow, felt even hotter, as if it had been scorched by fire. She gripped the edge of the bedsheet with trembling fingers, desperately wishing she could disappear from the face of the earth right this instant."Since when did you turn into such a wild girl, hmm?"
"Yes, I am sure," Isolde whispered, repeating her words, nodding slightly with the remnants of courage that had somehow gathered in her chest.Azriel adjusted his black sketchbook, cradling it back against his chest with a thin smile full of cold satisfaction. "Okay, I'll wait for the good news after this plump body of yours has fully recovered," Azriel said lowly, his dark eyes glancing briefly toward the blanket covering Isolde's lower abdomen before he finally turned around.*Click. Click.*The hospital room door closed tightly again after Azriel's thin back disappeared behind the hallway.As soon as the room fell silent again, Isolde suddenly clutched her own hair with trembling hands. "Fool! Why did I even accept a crazy offer from that little monster?!" Isolde cursed at herself, her chest heaving with rapid breaths from a mixture of disgust and confusion swirling in her head.However, in the midst of the raging guilt, dark memories from her past suddenly replayed like a broken c
On the next drawing, the sketch shifted to show Isolde kneeling, inserting Azriel's large manhood into her wide-open mouth. And on the final sheet, which most made Isolde's chest heave in a crazy rhythm, there appeared the figure of Isolde in a high arching sitting position with both legs opened wide to the sides. Azriel's self was depicted as entering and exiting from inside Isolde's intercourse canal, complete with detailed strokes of fluid mixed with droplets of blood flowing around her inner thighs.The details of the shading were so real, so detailed, exposing every corner of their body anatomy with extreme precision."How is it?" Azriel asked in a tone of voice that suddenly turned very hoarse, his pale face now only a few centimeters away from Isolde's completely flushed ear. "Do you want to try doing it with me now or not? It seems... this will feel very fun."Isolde still stood frozen, her voluptuous body stiff on top of the mattress with a gaze still transfixed on the last s
Isolde was still wiping her lips, which felt slightly swollen and wet due to Evander's rough actions a few minutes ago. Her heart was beating fast, leaving a hot sensation that spread strangely along her blood vessels. Her passion, which had been ignited by the forced devouring earlier, was now held back at the threshold, making her feel restless on the hospital bed.The door to the inpatient room was pushed open softly again. By reflex, Isolde straightened her back, preparing to scold if the one who came was Evander again. However, the frown on her forehead slowly relaxed upon seeing a thin figure stepping inside while cradling a black leather-bound sketchbooks against his chest.Azriel walked closer with steps that were nearly soundless. "How is your condition?" Azriel asked in a flat and expressionless tone of voice, yet his pair of dark eyes stared intently toward Isolde's wrist, which was still pierced by an IV needle. "Aunt Hiyuni said your body temperature was very hot earlier."







