Chapter 34

Before Cian noticed, the dawn’s light pierced through the window. He woke up rather early.

He laid his gaze on Sitana, who was sleeping next to him and saw her eyelashes quiver. She probably sensed him moving.

“Mhh…”

She turned her face up. Her body, who had sucked much of his energy last night, laid bare on her birthday suit. She was beautiful, beautiful beyond compare…

Cian smiled, after placing a light kiss on her forehead, he sneaked away from the bed and let her rest some more time. After doing some light exercise outside, Cian returned to the room.

Clank! The door was pushed open.

Cian strode in and cast his gaze first in the direction of the person on the bed.

Her white, two-piece pajamas made her look very frail. He waved his hand to dismiss the young girl that was combing her mother’s hair. At the same time, Sitana detected his presence and raised her head to look at him. “You’re back? Have you eaten?”

“I have.” Cian smiled warmly, sat down beside her and asked, “May I feed you?”

Blinking at this, Sitana smiled, “Alright.”

After she had just awoken, he had left. Undeniably, she had felt a sense of disappointment and loneliness about that.

But now, as she thought about it, he had not even changed his shirt. He must have stayed right at her side and watched over her the whole night, and only when she regained consciousness did he finally take the time to leave for a moment.

“Last night, I might have been too rough, I’m sorry.” Cian took the soup spoon from her hand, scooped up a spoonful of rice porridge, and brought it to her mouth. “I was just too excited, and lose myself....”

Astounded, she asked, “It’s really good that you realized that. You know that I’m not young like you anymore,” She muttered. A warm smile appearing on her lips. “My hips are too sore, right now,”

Cian was suddenly short of words. “Ha ha ha, I don’t think I can agree with that,” he muttered, an amused smile on his face.

“Oh? What do you think then?” Sitana asked, taunting. At this moment, in front of Cian, there was neither Demon Empress nor Sitana, mother of Aanuel—only Sitana, Aanuel’s lover…

It was a drastic change but neither of them came to care for it.

This was the best…

As long as they are alone, they can be themselves, with no rules and restrictions holding them down whatsoever. It was the greatest thing for them… it was the best-unspoken change for the two of them that neither of them would complain.

Since finally possessing her son, Sitana was extremely delighted beyond anything else. She doesn’t care what others think, nor what other people would view their relationship as such—but finally be having something she had dreamt of for so many years, acting like a young maiden in front of her lover is something she couldn’t help but do…

Not as an Empress… Not as a Ruler… Not as a Mother…

But as a lover…!

Indeed, Cian was the best lover she could wish for and she had confirmed it last night…!

“Mother is still young… beautiful and lovely. If you say that you are not young anymore, then I would surely pity those women of my age… they look like old hags compared to you, mother~”

He fed another spoonful to her, and Sitana very cooperatively opened up and brought the food into her mouth. Her lips arched into a beautiful and happy smile.

“You had a sweet mouth, aren’t you? If you use that instead of just taking them forcefully, I bet many girls would surely line up in front of you, willing to offer everything without using force~”

“Ha ha ha, too bad, I don’t just praise anybody. However, you are different, mother. You’re different from any girls I met. Beauty is a common thing, especially in this world but for a woman with positive energy, that’s rare. I’m never bored when you’re around,” Cian muttered as he set down the bowl of rice porridge and the spoon.

“I love you, mother…” Cian’s voice grew even softer, slower, and gentler, speaking straight into the depths of her heart.

Sitana could not tell whether she was being bewitched by his words or enticed by the sound of his voice.

But… she was starting again to lose her ability to think.

A breeze lifted up the stray blonde hairs that were beside her cheek and blew them up in front of her eyes. In her vision, he distinctly seemed to be leaning closer. Closer and closer. He did not say anything, only smiled.

Now…

He really wanted to…

Each second was stretched out by an infinite amount. Sitana did not dare move. Just before he made contact, she completely closed her eyes.

A warm, soft kiss.

Their lips only touched for a few, brief seconds, though, and then he moved away.

That… was it?

Sitana suddenly felt being young once again. Falling in love for the first time. She was so nervous her heart was about to leap out, and her eyes immediately flew open and looked up at him.

She really never expected, her son was such a wonderful lover. She had loved him, but it was more to obsessive desire and possessiveness. And yet, when this had happened… it turned out more.

The feeling of being an ordinary girl that she had never experience due to her status…

What is this…? Sitana suddenly a misconception that Cian was indeed born for her… born to love her. Thinking as such, she encircled her arms around his neck and pulled him closer.

“Aanuel…”

He gave her a puzzled look.

She stared at him with 70% affection… and 30% obsession.

Cian grew even more perplexed, a smile adorning the corner of his eyes and brows.

The most captivating thing about Sitana was that all her emotions would, without any restraint, be completely displayed on her face and in her eyes. She was the cruel, infamous Demon Empress. How did she manage to be so open and authentic, yet get through life safe and sound without getting tricked or taken advantage of these last years?

He could not hold back a faint smile.

Seeming to have worked up her determination, she stretched her hand out and gently wiped his lips.

Then, take an initiative to deliver a kiss.

“… Aanuel, you must remember… and never forget… you are mine… My Sitana’s precious treasure! You can never leave me…” She declared with a beautiful smile.

Cian’s eyes widened a bit before, he lowered his head. “Yes, I will.” The tip of his nose brushed against the tip of hers. "Not like I would ever want to leave you..." And then, very naturally, he found her lips. The tip of his tongue slipped in, then tentatively gave her some time to grow accustomed to what was happening. One second, two seconds.

How is her son, a very good kisser…?

His breath felt scorching. Her head was spinning. This time, it really was… for real.

There she was, pressed by him like this with no choice but to tilt her head upward.

The taste of the lozenge. The crisp scent of mint. Did… he does it on purpose…?

Scattered fragments of thoughts were trying with all their might to come together, but his enticing would break them apart so that they could not form a complete sentence. What technique? Her tongue was being tantalized and lightly sucked and even brought into his mouth where he gently held it.

“… You are mine as well… and only mine, mother…” For the very first time, Cian showed an honest expression and his desire to possess someone. From his two lifetimes, it was the very first…!

I guess craziness indeed runs in this family… Cian thought as such when he discovered such feelings inside of him, he never knew…!

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