Alana, who sat up on the bed, looked down and stared at her lower abdomen. Perhaps she was worried about the s*men spilling from her secret part. Or was it the undergrowth that had been shaved cleanly? Luciano, watching her from the terrace, walked to her. As soon as she saw him, she opened her eyes a little wider.
She must have been surprised at him still being in the room. Or perhaps she was wondering why he was sweating with a sword in one hand. At any rate, he could only guess what she was feeling, as she was not showing any emotion that he could make an inference on.
Shirtless, he placed his sword down and put on his coat on a chair. “I was practising my sword. I don’t like to get dull. It’s something I do every day.” Pausing, he looked at her and changed the topic. “Get up already. You’re sleeping too much.”
After all, Alana stayed asleep even after Luciano had finished twice. It happened about four hours later. She slept like the dead, to the point he even held his finger under her nose and checked for her breathing several times.
“Get dressed. Come here.” He nodded at her.
Although she was the queen of the great power of Armenia, she did not resent or complain when ordered by a man who had the status of her subordinate. Instead, she came to where he was and obediently sat. She did not seem to be embarrassed, even though she was not clothed in a single thread. Alana only looked up at him with her clear green eyes.
Her white skin had red marks on her breasts and her lower abdomen. It was sucked by Luciano, but when he looked at it again, it seemed that he had conquered her. A faint sense of satisfaction smouldered like a firestorm.
“I tell you. Until the day you die, from now on don’t show your naked self to a man other than your husband. You have a criminal record, so if you don’t follow it, I won’t forgive you.”
By her record, he meant to the time she had been embraced by Callisto. He had threatened her, but she did not seem to be at all afraid, nor did she seem to take offense at his words. It was an arrogant way of thinking that was peculiar to the ruling class.
“Then, I want to see how much your hands move. Wear this yourself.” Luciano handed her a nightgown that needed to be tied with a ribbon and the buttons, fastened.
Alana fumbled to hold the thin piece of fabric, but her unfamiliarity was more of an indication that she had never worn anything herself, rather than her hands being unable to move. Perhaps she had not dressed herself before she was injured.
Unable to bear the thought of her wearing a nightgown with her long hair, Luciano pulled her hair out of her clothes. She did not care, and paid no attention to his action. Alana fumbled to tie her ribbon.
Her nakedness was not hidden because her tying her ribbon was taking so long. He could not stand the sight of her struggle and Luciano effectively stopped her.
“The ribbon is good, now do the button.” Her buttons also took quite some time, but she managed to fasten one with her shivering fingers, and Alana seemed happy in her heart. The rest of the buttons were done quickly by him. Luciano neatly tied the ribbon to finish.
Following her dressing, he then gave her a book to hold, but there was only so much she could handle. Moreover, doing so much was difficult for long periods. However, when he tilted the jug into the cup and poured out its liquid contents, she seemed to have been trained to hold the cup and could drink it cleanly without shaking her hands.
──She does not seem completely incapable of doing everything. It seems that you can do what you need in public.
If that was the case, “Alana, go to your mirror and do something with your hair.”
Alana’s hair, which was shiny when they met yesterday, was now messed after their actions. He gave her a comb and commanded her to “comb it”. But her coordination was so lacking she could not see where she was inserting the comb into her hair.
He hurriedly grabbed her arm and stopped her sloppy pulling actions. She was so bad he could not watch her, and he panicked as she pulled hard at her hair.
“Stop it, you idiot. You’ll break your hair. What are you doing? Your hair is delicate, handle it carefully.” She tried to do it again, but it was the same rough treatment. Luciano watched, frustrated.
“No more, don’t touch your hair again.” He robbed her of the comb and gently brushed through her hair. In the blink of an eye, her hair regained its lustre; her wavy hair became straight, and she once again began to reflect light brilliantly.
Alana, who sat up on the bed, looked down and stared at her lower abdomen. Perhaps she was worried about the s*men spilling from her secret part. Or was it the undergrowth that had been shaved cleanly? Luciano, watching her from the terrace, walked to her. As soon as she saw him, she opened her eyes a little wider.
She must have been surprised at him still being in the room. Or perhaps she was wondering why he was sweating with a sword in one hand. At any rate, he could only guess what she was feeling, as she was not showing any emotion that he could make an inference on.
Shirtless, he placed his sword down and put on his coat on a chair. “I was practising my sword. I don’t like to get dull. It’s something I do every day.” Pausing, he looked at her and changed the topic. “Get up already. You’re sleeping too much.”
After all, Alana stayed asleep even after Luciano had finished twice. It happened about four hours later. She slept like the dead, to the point he even held his finger under her nose and checked for her breathing several times.
“Get dressed. Come here.” He nodded at her.
Although she was the queen of the great power of Armenia, she did not resent or complain when ordered by a man who had the status of her subordinate. Instead, she came to where he was and obediently sat. She did not seem to be embarrassed, even though she was not clothed in a single thread. Alana only looked up at him with her clear green eyes.
Her white skin had red marks on her breasts and her lower abdomen. It was sucked by Luciano, but when he looked at it again, it seemed that he had conquered her. A faint sense of satisfaction smouldered like a firestorm.
“I tell you. Until the day you die, from now on don’t show your naked self to a man other than your husband. You have a criminal record, so if you don’t follow it, I won’t forgive you.”
By her record, he meant to the time she had been embraced by Callisto. He had threatened her, but she did not seem to be at all afraid, nor did she seem to take offense at his words. It was an arrogant way of thinking that was peculiar to the ruling class.
“Then, I want to see how much your hands move. Wear this yourself.” Luciano handed her a nightgown that needed to be tied with a ribbon and the buttons, fastened.
Alana fumbled to hold the thin piece of fabric, but her unfamiliarity was more of an indication that she had never worn anything herself, rather than her hands being unable to move. Perhaps she had not dressed herself before she was injured.
Unable to bear the thought of her wearing a nightgown with her long hair, Luciano pulled her hair out of her clothes. She did not care, and paid no attention to his action. Alana fumbled to tie her ribbon.
Her nakedness was not hidden because her tying her ribbon was taking so long. He could not stand the sight of her struggle and Luciano effectively stopped her.
“The ribbon is good, now do the button.” Her buttons also took quite some time, but she managed to fasten one with her shivering fingers, and Alana seemed happy in her heart. The rest of the buttons were done quickly by him. Luciano neatly tied the ribbon to finish.
Following her dressing, he then gave her a book to hold, but there was only so much she could handle. Moreover, doing so much was difficult for long periods. However, when he tilted the jug into the cup and poured out its liquid contents, she seemed to have been trained to hold the cup and could drink it cleanly without shaking her hands.
──She does not seem completely incapable of doing everything. It seems that you can do what you need in public.
If that was the case, “Alana, go to your mirror and do something with your hair.”
Alana’s hair, which was shiny when they met yesterday, was now messed after their actions. He gave her a comb and commanded her to “comb it”. But her coordination was so lacking she could not see where she was inserting the comb into her hair.
He hurriedly grabbed her arm and stopped her sloppy pulling actions. She was so bad he could not watch her, and he panicked as she pulled hard at her hair.
“Stop it, you idiot. You’ll break your hair. What are you doing? Your hair is delicate, handle it carefully.” She tried to do it again, but it was the same rough treatment. Luciano watched, frustrated.
“No more, don’t touch your hair again.” He robbed her of the comb and gently brushed through her hair. In the blink of an eye, her hair regained its lustre; her wavy hair became straight, and she once again began to reflect light brilliantly.
