A scream burst out of Ariel’s lips as a strong grip handled her chest.

“Haa…”

Ariel’s back stiffened as his fingers grazed over her n*pples. That man desired her, longed to hear her guttural moans. Somewhere between pain and pleasure, a swirling sensation struck her body whole.

She barely opened her eyes as she looked up at the face of the man trampling over her.

He drove her crazy, the man shaking and ravaging her insides mercilessly…

Leandro Apolloner. 

He was a tyrant, an absolute monarch known for his notorious evil ways.

Underneath his embrace, Ariel groaned frantically.

Ariel de Beluga was the heroine of an adult novel and she, once a passing ordinary reader, awoke in the body of the heroine.

“What are you thinking? Look at me,” Leandro said.

“Ah…!”

Leandro could not tolerate her thoughts straying away. He moved his hips fiercely. The sound of flesh colliding echoes eerily and her wet flower rose to pleasure.

“Uhngg… ahh… haa… Your… Majesty…”

Ariel’s heart burned as his expanded manhood pounded her insides. Lust rushed through his loins.

It was a strange sensation.

The original heroine, Ariel, never cared to respond to the male lead’s touch. The ending began and ended with her taking her own life while she poured curses on the man who trampled her heart and body. 

“More… let me hear more of you,” Leandro growled.

Leandro grabbed her waist with both hands and pushed deeper inside her fleshy depths, as if not wanting to give her any room to escape. He pushed his all in her roots, pounding her flower as Ariel shivered in pleasure.

Ariel slowly raised her hand.

Somehow, at that moment, she wanted to take care of this man caressing her savagely.

Arial touched his chest and Leandro reacted. His muscles flinched. 

Seeing the man sweating with his eyes peering down at her from above, a strange feeling arose in her heart. She wanted to change the sad and grim relationship between her and Leandro and the Ariel who loathed Leandro down to her core.

“Your Majesty… my body is yours…” Ariel whispered, hugging Leandro’s body to the fullest extent possible.

At her whisper, Leandro’s eye widened and he grew frantic as he neared climax. 

‘Yes. You should be surprised.’

She wondered how the original female lead would look seeing her welcome him instead of shedding tears in grief at the man who brutally trampled her body, but seeing Leandro’s stiff expression, Ariel smiled inwardly in satisfaction.

“What happened to you…? You were like a dead fish until yesterday…”

‘…I became a different person overnight.’

Since she had been brought here, Ariel had never spoken a word to him nor anyone. She surprised him with her words that she whispered out of her own volition.

Leandro found it difficult to reply to her.

But somehow, he liked this.

A cold and cruel smile filled his lips.

Leandro leaned forwards and hugged Ariel with all of him.

He did not see Ariel return a sardonic and playful smile.

The ceiling spun. The fluffy bed behind her back was as dense as the calm sea.

Ariel forced herself to open her droopy eyes. A sweet scent of the room filled her nose—a disgustingly sweet smell of both flesh and bodily fluids mixing together.

It was the bedroom of the emperor, Leandro Apolliner. The lingering scent of their deeds from last night remained.

Leandro was a brutal and gruesome tyrant who cruelly took her first time.

He was a character in a novel called ‘Mischievious Saint’—a cruel male lead who considered it a means to relieve his desires and wouldn’t hesitate to do anything to get what he wants.

Ariel wanted to push him away. He laid heavily on her chest. However, she couldn’t even move the slightest… and her n*ther region was sore and hot.

Unable to move, Ariel slumped back, mind drifting back to how and when she was dragged inside the novel.

‘It’s magical,’ she thought.

As soon as she became the female lead in the novel, the memories of her past life washed away.

She was aware of her separate life, but no matter how much she racked her brain, she couldn’t remember her original name nor the kind of life she lived.

“Haa…” Ariel sighed, forcing herself to recall the memories of her unknown past.

Pushing the thought aside, her body, plagued by Leandro’s touches, screamed countless times.

“Haa…”

According to her memory, this was the first time she shared a night of passion with Leandro. Ariel pushed down his muscular forearm and struggled to pull herself up.

The bitter pain and unpleasant stickiness between her legs meant that Ariel had lost her first time. In the novel, Ariel suffered great injury from her s*x with Leandro, who had no care for her whatsoever.

It was to the point where she’d spend three days and nights in tears without eating or drinking after a passion-filled night.

But now that she had become Ariel, she had no intention of playing the part of the original female lead who was gentle and… weak.

She didn’t like the female lead’s pessimistic view on life because of one man.

She’ll put her foot down and remain adamant about her views.

Carefully looking at Leandro, Ariel tried to stand. However, her lower body was not as strong as she thought.

For the first time in her life, she had experienced a rough and violent intrusion penetrating her insides. Ariel raised a half and lowered it to her abdomen and pressed gently.

She wanted to wash her hands and body covered with fluids with clean water.

Ariel bit her lips and moved her legs again.

Fortunately, she was able to stand this time around.

His fragrance… no, to be exact… the scent of his s*men filled the room and she didn’t want to smell it any further than this.

Ariel picked up the clothes that had fallen on the floor.

“…Where are you going?”

Ariel paused and froze.

She thought he was deep asleep, but instead, he was looking at her, blue eyes shining.

“Ha…”

Ariel swallowed a dry saliva. No matter how much she screamed and writhed under Leandro’s arms, her mouth felt parched at this moment.

“I asked where you’re going.”

‘If I give the wrong answer, I’ll lose my voice.’

Ariel slowly straightened her back, covered her chest, and busily fumbled her nails in search of a suitable answer.

“Send me home,” the original female lead answered to Leandro’s cold, antagonizing question. She never expected it’s gain the emperor’s anger.

“I… I’m thirsty…” Ariel said.

But she wasn’t the female lead of the novel. So instead of donning a frightened look, she blushed her cheeks and looked at Leandro sweetly.

“It’s not because I don’t like you, it’s because I’m having a difficult time with you,” her shy eyes seemed to say.

Leandro rose up.

“Thirsty?”

Ariel nodded instead of answering.

Leandro smiled; he didn’t forget to bite his lip.

Ariel was aware of the female lead’s beauty. The female in the novel had no idea of her beauty that could topple countries and control a man’s will and mind. 

And now, Ariel would use that tool well.

There was no man who did not fall for her when she lowered her gaze, long eyelashes moving slowly. At least that’s how it was set up in the novel.

“…Come here.”

And Leandro was no exception either.

Ariel, blushing shyly, barely covering her slender curves and peaks with her two slender arms, was enough to rekindle his lust.

As Ariel would rarely approach him, Leandro jumped to his feet.

“Where’s the pain?”

Ariel’s throat constricted when she looked up at Leandro, who was right in front of her. He was tall and overbearing, his breathtaking muscles combined to create fear.

“…..”

“Where’s the pain?”

There was no tone of concern in his voice. He wanted to hear with Ariel’s own lips where she ached.

Perhaps he wished to hear the answer “Here where it burns painfully hot because of you poking my inside…”

It was clear that he wanted to see her small red lips moving and spout lewd words.

But Ariel wouldn’t give him what he wanted so easily. 

Ariel looked at Leandro silenty with trembling face as if she was about to shed tears.

“Ah!”

As soon as her clear and doe-like eyes connected with Leandro’s, Ariel lost her balance and stumbled.

It was because Leandro had snatched her arm and pushed her over the bed.

Ariel, back touching the bed, looked up at Leandro. She wasn’t sure what he was thinking treating her so… roughly. 

Ariel then realized that Leandro wouldn’t be as easy to seduce as she had thought. But no matter. The harder the prize, the more glorious the victory.

Meanwhile, he groped her swelling chest.

“Ah…”

Ariel’s silver-colored golden hair sprawled all over the bed and covered parts of her pinkish, pretty bre*st. 

Leandro’s groin hardened at the sight. He thought that it had been worth the effort to steal her from her home kingdom. Leandro leaned over and gently touched her n*pple, which had already grown stiff.

“Your Majesty, there…”

Leandro’s other hand reached for her leg and headed to the center of her s*x. Surprised by his unexpected touch, Ariel hurriedly held his hand and shrank back.

“You dare get in my way? Get your hands off me,” Leandro growled.

It was humiliating. But there was nothing she could do. If she couldn’t bear the shame for this short moment, she would very well lose her life.

To that extent, Leandro was a man without mercy.

Ariel slowly spread her legs for him.

“Your Majesty…”

Ariel, trembling with fear, further fueled Leandro’s excitement.

A ray of light, pierced through the window glass, headed right through her open legs and shone brightly. 

Love juices and blood from her flower had dried up through her thighs. 

Leandro skimmed down her groin and looked at the bloodstain.

Ariel arched her neck with a dizzying sensation that was both itchy and weird.

“…The blood had all but dried up,” Leandro mumbled, his finger moving around the center of her s*x.

Her swollen flower convulsed in his hand; her sensitive parts suddenly grew moist.

“Haa…” Ariel clenched her teeth. Each time Leandro’s fingers moved, she let out an inaudible squeaky sound.

“You’re quite obscene,” Leandro’s low voice was mixed with a satisfying smile. “Even though it was your first time, I didn’t expect your juice to overflow like this.”

“Ahh!”

Unable to put up with his skillful fingers, Ariel screamed. It was a moanful scream that erupted when Leandro coveted her flower not with his fingers but with his lips.

Without a moment’s bout of hesitation, Leandro’s lips sank straight to Ariel’s ground and moved inside her sweet pulp.

“It’s fishy.”

“Of course… there’s blood on it still…” mumbling inwardly, Ariel gasped.

A fearsome tyrant, a ruthless monarch… the scene of Leandro burying his face between her legs and sucking the life out of her, a sight the neighboring kingdoms and empires would never see, was a magnificent sight.

Ariel’s body shivered. She felt excited, a smirk tugging her lips and eyes twinkling in ecstasy as she looked down at Leandro, whose face was buried in her s*x.