My Bad Princess's
You're mine

The man was silent for a moment unable to say anything, he stared towards the chest of his sister who was beginning to appear blackened like a tendril that would gnaw her.

"What do you want? You don't want us to do this, but you want me to divide my powers?" asked Tarrant who was staring at the flat face and didn't seem to show any emotion.

"Yes, I know you can do it" said Cyra, who stared at the man.

"Where did your faith come from?" asked the man with a slanted smile when he heard what the girl in front of him said.

"You just have to do the same thing as on my birthday, right?" asked the girl who was staring at the man in front of her.

Greb!

The two small arms were tightly clutched, the man's eyes looking staring so sharply.

"You think I'll do it again?! I was not intentionally! I'm just a little drunk!" his words were staring like looking for justification.

"You don't smell alcohol at all, but give me alcohol" he said, staring at the man.

Tarrant closed in, he took his breath and then looked towards his sister.

Bruk!

"You know this is crazy, right?" her question was staring towards the silver eyes with a flat face yet it looked like the puppet.

"No one would be sane to be able to live here," the girl replied as she stared at the man who was in her Shackles.

The man did not say anything more, he began to approach and kiss the pink lips and then mel*mat her gently.

The touch and light coming out of his hands showed which channel the white would be ejected.

The girl closed in, her body feeling lifted and lighter as the man gave her white mana.

His pain subsided a little and of course he could be calmer than what he felt when he collided with each other.

....

The cold water filled the large bathtub and was filled with flowers. Looks classic but can be enjoyed by every top-level noble lady.

The girl was silent for a moment, the impregnating traces of kisses were still left along her neck.

His face was flat and his eyes showed no emotion like he was dead and could no longer feel anything.

How far can the mud get dirty?

There is no limit because the mud itself is a dirty symbol.

"I brought your towel,"

The man's baritone voice made his little descent and then lowered his head to hide his body in the water filled with the flower.

"They told you to drop her off?" cyra asked who was staring towards the man who came and not her servants who used to serve her.

"Yes, maybe they think we have something" replied Alessio briefly as he sat near the big tub and grabbed the silvered, wet hair.

"What are you doing?" cyra asked frowning as the man held onto his hair.

"Wash your hair?" replied the man in a tone like he was asking.

"Then from that, why?" asked Cyra who looked back at the man who looked happy to hold his hair.

Alessio was silent for a moment, he caught a glimpse of the kiss marks that were along the nape of the girl.

"You slept with him? It's not you guys.." he asked hanging.

Like a feeling of displeasure but he himself is confused why he feels unhappy when he sees it even though he has absolutely no particular relationship with the girl who brings him to a different dimension.

"Why? I look disgusting?" cyra asked who then threw away her face and then dropped her head so that the man could wash his hair.

There was no naive or nervous face, looking so confident and not caring about anything.

"From that I wonder why you did it, do you like it? The man you once said." said Alessio, who clucked like he didn't like him at all.

"No," the girl replied briefly with a flat expression.

"Then can you sleep with any man?" ask him again with a little increase in the intonation of his voice as showing some annoyance that he did.

"I can even sleep with you even if I don't like it" said Cyra, who made the man petrified for a while and then looked at him.

The girl frowned, she did not feel anyone touching or rubbing her head again.

"Just do it yourself" the man got up and then walked out.

He was upset for things that he should not even feel angry and of course he did not really like what he had just heard even though there was nothing wrong with the statement.

Cyra was silent for a moment, he did not know why the man came out suddenly with an upset nature when he had done nothing.

...

Three days later.

The girl drank the warm tea that had just been poured in her glass.

"Do you know how to brew tea? Are you more adept at being a waiter?" asked the girl who was staring at the man who had kept quiet since three days ago.

"You need something? P U T R I?" ask him with emphasis in every letter he says.

Cyra did not say anything, when there are other people, of course the man did not arrive like that and he can still maintain his attitude.

Another thing with when they were just the two of them.

"No you can go" said Cyra, who then made the man turn away.

"I didn't sleep with her,"

Alessio stopped his steps, he did not turn his head but he could hear what the girl who seemed to have just drank the tea he gave earlier.

There were no words that he let out from inside his mouth, his annoyance that out of nowhere had subsided slightly and disappeared upon hearing what the girl had said.

He didn't know what had happened these few days but every time he saw it he felt something uncomfortable and wanted to make him angry about something that he didn't even do know.

......................

The moonlight that became the only light in the middle of the night was pitch black, the sound of racing from horses that could be heard running filled and split the dense forest.

The drap!

The man descended from his horse, gazing towards the rubble of the ruined palace. He opened the robe that covered his head and began to enter.

Cres!

Kreerk...

The deg!

The man flinched, a voice that sounded unreal and strange made him instantly switch.

The sword that was beside her began to be a deterrent. Even though it is dark, it still has good intuition.

Klang's!

The cold tip of the sword touched the neck of someone who was squatting like doing something yet I don't know what.

"Tell me who you are" said the man, who kept pointing his sword at someone's neck so faint that he didn't know if it was a man or a woman.

There were no answers, silence and the sound of the forest filling in.

The drap!

Not his answer but someone instead ran, more precisely his jump and then ride dindin like a lizard but certainly too strange to call him a ghost.

The man gasped, he wanted to chase but he felt like he was stepping on something.

Clack up!

Something watery and fishy to feel.

The deg!

The man's blue eyes widened instantly as he looked towards the dead deer that had been seen grogoti and eaten by someone.

The man scrunched his forehead and then left to retrace the palace that looked almost destroyed.

The smell of roses is obvious when entering one of the places that looks like an altar but is too small to be called an altar.

"It's..."

"Cyras..."

"Did he really go this far?"

His murmur was soft which certainly did not want the girl he liked to take the difficult and dangerous path even though he always supported what the girl was doing.

......................

Duchy Helemites

The cup!

Huh...

The girl took her breath, she did not know how the man could hide in her room and then 'attacked' her suddenly to make her surprised.

"What are you doing?" her question while raising her head and staring at the man who is looking down and supporting her body.

His sleeping pajamas had been snapped and of course he could not move at all.

"You think?" the man asked as he stared at the mark of the kiss that had begun to fade and disappear on the chest of the girl.

There was no answer at all, like the silence that became melodic in the night with the moon shining so bright and round.

The man did not say anything, his hands rubbed and held one of the legs of the girl in his cage to make the pajamas unfold.

The smooth and soft white skin was visible, the legs level that seemed to be in one hand grip that seemed to be holding her.

The cup!

The man slowly kissed the girl's neck, the smell of roses clearly filling her nose.

His hands rubbed those delicate feet and continued to rise upwards little by little.

Making the girl's skin tone rise like strawberry seeds.

"I don't care how many men have touched you before but I don't like it when you touch another man now" she whispered as she began to touch the tip of the leg.

Something that felt softer and warmer, his kiss continued to spread. The breathing of the heavy terrace on the girl's neck and ears made Cyra speechless.

"Uhh..."

He frowned, as something began to slip inside him.

"Why do you think that? Who I want to do it with is none of your business." said the girl softly with a heavy voice and breathing that began to wail.

The man said nothing, he wanted to kiss the pink lips but a barrier made his kiss not come.

His dark-colored eyes seemed to occasionally be red rays that came and then disappeared at a glance.

Iris looked intently at the bracelet she had been wearing since the first time she was there.

"Where did you get it?" asked Alessio who was staring intently at the beautiful jewelry.

Cyra took her breath, more precisely she held her back because even though the handsome man was silent but the hand with the fingers that were behind the dress was tickling her.

"A man gave it to me" the girl replied softly with a small smile like wanting to make the man in front of her feel even more jealous.

He did not say at all about the bracelet that he could not even take off so he continued to wear until now.

Alessio was silent for a moment he then, biting the bracelet and then pulling it.

The deg!

"Ack!"

"Uhh..."

Not his surprise because his bracelet can be removed easily the girl was even more surprised by what happened to the lower part of his body.

He reflexively curved and then took his breath heavily.

"What are you doing?" asked the girl with silver eyes that crossed sharply and stared with a gaze that showed annoyance behind her.

The man smiled faintly, he then grabbed the girl's wrist and then bit her.

Cyra frowned, he did not know why the man bit him to make his wrist bleed.

"I'm trying to loosen you up, isn't this too narrow for warm-up?" she said just after she let go of her bite and stared at the pretty face.

Cyra did not say anything, he looked at the man who looked like he was smiling with satisfaction, while he started to bite his own lips.

"You seem to like it too, don't you?" asked the man who then pulled his fingers and saw a sparkle that seemed to fill his fingers.

There was no answer, the girl just turned her face away without saying anything.

"It's going to be a long night" she whispered softly and then kissed the tip of the girl's lips.

"Tonight's color I want to have you alone..."

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Flashback two years ago.

The boisterous atmosphere in the hall began to subside, no longer could the sound of melodic music filling the floor where people could dance.

The man stared at the 15-year-old girl who couldn't even wake up from drinking too much alcohol despite not getting into her adulthood.

The dress that looked tight and tight made her want to let go.

"Uhh..."

The girl let out her breath softly like she was being relieved as she removed the hook in the beautiful yet torturous dress.

Shiny silver hair with a smooth face and soft skin, pink lips and plump eyelashes and beautiful irises.

"You can hear me,"

Her question was softly shriveled in the girl's ear, no response at all. Eyes that open in line and words that can not be issued because his body is still unable to receive alcohol even though he is still conscious.

Humph!

The soft cheeks were clutched with one hand and then the pink lips were sprung until at l*mat they ran out.

The girl was still motionless, she was too drunk for it although she could little by little move her hands and grow thorny herbs for the man to get away from her.

But he was also a little curious, a desire that he never even knew in his previous life and what the man wanted.

The straps were tied to the back of the dress to maintain the shape of the dress she was pulling, her hands began to unfold onto the inside of the skirt and touch what she was not supposed to touch.

His kiss came down and made him curious to want to see something.

"I think I'm really crazy." he muttered but couldn't stop himself.

Her taste stings and makes her excited even though the girl is so passive and does nothing.

The distinctive aroma that entered her mouth and the sweet taste that was at the tip of her tongue made her whole body bristle.

Some time has passed, no more neat clothes even included with himself, he did not know why it could get that far but he did not want to stop now.

"Cyras..."

"I love you..."

His murmur was soft on the girl's ear as she wanted to unite herself, however...

The deg!

The silver eyes were now not open in line but were looking towards him with a glass dam that even rendered him speechless.

He froze for a moment, silver eyes were opened and staring at him with a flat expression but that sad look made him realize.

He also immediately woke up, had not had time to unite himself or do something further.

The man immediately tidied up his suit and robe and then tidied up the girl's dress once again and brought her to his room.

"I'm sorry about that, I hope you forgot..."

His whispers were soft but before that he still had time to give a brief but hot kiss and kiss on the sweet and soft red lips.

Flashback off

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