Chapter 1.1

A black flower bloomed in the middle of the beast’s nest. The flower held the most brilliant jewel in the world, which cannot be destroyed by a master swordsman or a powerful magician, nor can it be purified by a High Priest’s prayer.

The jewel was called ‘Despair’.

It was even more frightening because it was so, so beautiful.

And the only way to destroy it was so difficult that even despair itself would creep into anyone who attempts to.

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A dress of pure white decorated with layers upon layers of lace and pearls was wrinkled in an unrecognizable mess. Seira’s eyes widened at the sound of the pristine dress being ripped without mercy.

“My dress!” she yelped.

Biting her dainty nose playfully, Calrad whispered with affection, “You don’t have to worry about it.”

Under his neatly brushed dark blue hair, Calrad’s sapphire eyes were burning. Seira noticed her lips were swollen, and she couldn’t resist and pressed them back together.

He constantly sucked and licked, and Seira repeatedly lost her chance to breathe. And then, Calrad shoved his tongue in between her slightly parted lips for a kiss.

“Yes…” he murmured.

Calrad didn’t take his lips off while he held her softly on the bed. She was still a bit clumsy, barely able to stick her tongue out while he ravaged through her mouth. It made her even more anxious.

But then again, Seira was so distracted with every kiss more intense than the last, that she didn’t even notice the hem of her dress slowly being pulled up.

He slipped his hand inside her thigh, not missing a beat as her knees buckled with the sensation of his touch. Reaching a bit further, Calrad’s hand discovered Seira’s already soaking wet underwear.

“Ca-Calrad!” Seira trembled as she called out his name.

Surprised, Seira pushed him away.

Although it was entirely different than the usual, it was not the first time he had kissed her at all. But it was the first that Calrad had been so bold to reach under her skirt and touch the top of her underwear. He was rubbing places that Seira wouldn’t even think of touching except when she washed herself.

“I can’t stand it anymore,” Calrad groaned in her ear, “Seira, allow me to pleasure you in ways you haven’t been pleasured.”

It was a contrasting moment. He didn’t stop asking for permission even as he continued touching her. He kissed the corners of her mouth, grazing at her slightly parted lips and lining them with his wet and sensuous kisses.

“Ah…!” she gasped.

Seira grabbed the front of his dress shirt as a strange feeling swirled inside of her.

“I’ve been engaged to you for eight years already,” Calrad said, his voice impatient but still trying his best to wait for her permission like a gentleman.

He was not lying when he said his patience was wearing thin. If Seira had manifested as an Omega early on as everyone expected, she would have had no choice but to spread her legs wet with the Alpha’s pouring pheromones.

Calrad’s current state was no less than the rut phase in which hits the Alpha periodically. He was so aroused that it could not compare to Seira, whose underwear was only slightly wet despite his explicit caress. Inside his bulging pants, a tiny stream of liquid clearly flowed.

“Say yes, Seira?” he asked her again.

Calrad seduced her by disguising his inner ferocity with the magnificent appearance of a pure-blooded Alpha.

“But…” Seira hesitated, her eyes turning away as she murmured, “I haven’t even manifested it yet.”

“Why does it bother you? It’s only just a matter of time anyway,” he tried to console her.

There were several families that have strictly kept their lineage pure since ancient times.

In other words, the Viseltium imperial family, the current owner of the Hesrad Empire, and the three dukes who served as its pillars – Askan, Jeff, and Franto – have maintained their pure blood. Thanks to this, there had never been a child who couldn’t manifest, and at the same time, overwhelming power blossomed, becoming an object of reverence for the families.

Seira, who was a direct descendant of Askan, should also have already manifested. The purer the bloodline, the earlier the manifestation is, as it had become normal for power to bloom as early as the age of five or six at the very least.

However, Seira was worried as time went by that her powers did not bloom. It might not be possible if her betrothed was any ordinary person, because he was Calrad, the Crown Prince of the empire.

Recognizing her expression had darkened, Calrad smiled and said, “It doesn’t matter if you don’t manifest yourself as an Omega. You are my one and only, and I am the same to you. We’ll be married soon, Seira.”

His continued pleas were irresistible. After hesitating for so long, Seira finally nodded.

In fact, Seira thought the same as well. The two of them grew up in the imperial palace, and as long as she could remember, Calrad had always been her fiance. Just as what he said, it was only a matter of time. Seira couldn’t possibly imagine that the person she would make love to would be entirely someone else.

“I have thought about it,” she murmured meekly.

Calrad, who did not miss her shy nod, beamed and rubbed his cheek against her neck. Drowning plenty of his own pheromone, he grabbed her already messed up dress and ripped them entirely off of her. The tightly sewn layers of fabric tore like a piece of paper with the grip of a pure blood Alpha.

After removing her underwear, Seira’s body was finally exposed to him in all its tempting glory.

“Oh!” she inhaled sharply with embarrassment.

Surprised, Seira scrambled to cover her breasts and pubic hair, but with her small hands it did not do much.

“You’re so mean!” she cried as her naked body was exposed to her fiance. But he couldn’t care less about her resentful eyes.

“I’m not the one who’s being mean, Seira,” Calrad moaned.

Platinum hair which was tangled over her translucent skin shimmered softly even in a room where the sun did not shine. Her small face and dainty features were so lovely. Her naked body, drawn in elegant curves, was beautiful as if God himself painstakingly carved them with his own hands.

Calrad squinted, and he murmured as his eyes twinkled with delight, “Pretty… Much more than I imagined.”

“Th-that’s….” she stuttered.

Seira’s cheeks, which were already ripe as a tomato, rose to a more luscious color.

Unlike her who was yet to manifest so far, Calrad had developed relatively earlier. He had to experience and go through the rut phase as an Alpha early on, causing him feverish episodes on end.