Chapter 67: The Return of Taeyang - 2
When I first arrived in Isil through the gate, I knew nothing: I didn't know where I was or what to do.
Now I know.
I've learned the hard way what it means to enter the main castle of one of the four great families.
The massive gate of the castle looks like the jaws of a demon.
One small mistake could cost me my life.
Yet, paradoxically, I was excited like a child.
Just thinking about the precious MILF pussy inside that no one can touch makes my heart race.
"We've been waiting for you!"
Huh?
As the dragon carriage reached the main gate, the familiar guards tensed up.
Ah…
Those guys who once tossed me around.
What are the odds? They're on duty just when I arrive?
The thought of them desperately trying to switch shifts behind the scenes made me grin.
"Driver, hold on a moment."
I stepped down from the dragon carriage and walked up to the stiff, nervous guard.
"Hello?"
"…Aahh♥ Hello! Trainer!"
"Why so tense? You've been working hard."
I casually brushed the dust off his shoulder.
"Thank you!"
"I owe you a lot from before."
"…"
He's probably chanting in his head, "I'm screwed."
Well, considering I was summoned back like this…
There are plenty of guys who could lose their jobs if I just whispered a word to Vatino.
But I'm not the type to do something so petty.
I only stepped off because it was amusing to see them so on edge.
And since we met like this, I figured I'd show a little kindness.
"Cecil!"
I called out to Cecil and pulled out 10 gold coins from the 50 gold coins I had as activity funds.
"Have a drink together after your shift."
"R-Rules say we're not allowed to accept money…"
"Who's watching? Just take it."
"Uh, um…"
Ten gold coins.
Even for a castle guard, that's no small sum.
"If you're that worried, I'll explain it to the Lord.
I'll tell him I gave you some pocket money for your hard work."
"Th-thank you…"
Only then did the guard accept the money and slip it into his pocket.
"See you next time."
I got back into the dragon carriage.
The guards suddenly sprang into action.
"Open the gate!"
The gate to Chartreuse Castle slowly opened.
A familiar floral scent drifted from the garden.
As the carriage rolled into the courtyard, the castle maids gathered.
It looked like the lord of the castle was also present.
"Geum Taeyang!"
As soon as I stepped off the carriage, Vatino rushed over and hugged me.
What's with him?
We were never that close.
The gesture was clearly for show, and I couldn't help but laAahhh...♥
"Welcome, my old friend!"
Old friend? That's a stretch. Hahaha.
"Thank you for inviting me again, Lord Vatino."
"I'm grateful you accepted the invitation, Milf Hunter!"
Flinch.
It's my own nickname, but somehow it still embarrassed me.
I hadn't expected to be addressed like that, so it caught me off guard.
"Wait, what's all this in the cart?"
"I brought the kind of alcohol you enjoy, Lord Vatino. A gift, from me to you."
"Oh, so much…! Thank you! I'll have the servants take care of it. Come inside, quickly."
"Let's go, Cecil."
"Hmm? Who's that…?"
Cecil twitched her cat ears.
"Aahh♥ She's my escort."
Vatino forced a smile, looking slightly unsettled.
It seems he still feels guilty.
Back then, he indulged in all he wanted, then turned a blind eye when I was at death's door.
I couldn't even speak to him directly that day.
But now, standing face-to-face, I could clearly see what he was feeling.
'He feels bad about it.'
But would someone like me, who shamelessly stole Vatino's wife, be angry over something so petty?
Back then, he had no choice but to watch from the sidelines. After all, his opponent was a crow.
I get it. Logically, I understand.
But I still don't like how he pretends we're old friends after abandoning me so easily.
"Aahh♥ Don't get the wrong idea. Cecilia is also my assistant. She helps with my training."
"Oh… such a young girl?"
"Please take good care of us."
Cecil bowed politely as she greeted him.
"I'm not really worried about my safety. In fact, the guards here at Chartreuse are quite dependable.
Just watching them stand tall at the gate shows how loyally the others serve you within the castle."
"Ahem."
Vatino gave a small cough and shrugged, looking slightly embarrassed.
"I remembered how I grew close to them during my previous stay, so I gave them a bit of money… I hope that wasn't inappropriate."
"Haha, inappropriate? You can treat them as if they were your own servants. It's only natural for a master to reward those who serve him well."
I glanced around.
Verdia was nowhere in sight.
Is she hiding somewhere?
Well, now that I'm in the castle, I'll meet her sooner or later.
I wanted to start discussing business right away.
"Where is Madam?"
"I've chosen a room with a good view for you. Take your time to unpack and get some rest. I'll call you later."
So… he doesn't want to talk about it now?
I'm sure Verdia had something to do with this.
It feels like Vatino brought me here to mend things, but if there's a delay, that likely means Verdia refused to meet me.
"I understand."
She doesn't want to face me. But why?
Like Belita said, maybe Verdia can't forget my cock either.
I thought back to the last time I saw her.
Back at the Grace mansion, she seemed scared.
I had grabbed her shoulders roughly, unable to accept being banished.
Is that the reason?
Either way, she's probably reluctant to see me again.
Even I admit it would be awkward after all that happened.
I want to feel Verdia's soft skin again as soon as possible, but…
That won't happen right now.
Cecil and I followed Vatino into the room he had arranged.
It was enormous, with three large beds.
The treatment this time was clearly on another level.
Cecil looked like she wanted to dive into the bed.
We had been sharing a cramped, barely soft single bed until now…
"I like the room."
"I'm glad. Why don't you take a few days to relax and explore the area?"
"I thought you called me here for work?"
"Please understand. It's hard to persuade her this time."
Hmm. That makes sense.
Given the situation, it would be cruel to immediately suggest Verdia be trained by me.
Vatino is easily the boldest and most perverted husband I've come across.
The moment I arrived at the castle, he was ready to offer up his beautiful, innocent wife.
That's why I never quite believed all the praise about the so-called four great families.
Because the man at the top here, Vatino, was eager to give away his own wife.
But…
Verdia is no ordinary woman.
Among all the women I've dealt with, she's the one most susceptible to being spoiled.
She puts on a pure facade, but if you drop your guard, she'll quickly dominate and control you.
Sleeping with her isn't the hard part. That's not why I came here.
I'm here to train her completely—until she accepts permanent branding.
"I understand. I'll wait until Madam is ready."
"Thank you for being patient."
"I'll make my own preparations. Is that alright?"
"…Before that, can you promise not to go near Verdia?"
…Huh?
Why would he ask that? I'm the one who's supposed to train her.
I looked at him with a puzzled expression. Vatino continued.
"Verdia… she thinks what happened that day was her fault."
"What?"
"I wasn't there myself, but I heard. When you touched Verdia's body, Fiona got furious and swung her sword…"
"That's right."
I still have a scar on my abs to prove it.
Back then, I thought I was going to die. But I survived.
"She says she's sorry. She doesn't know how to face you…"
"…"
"It'll take her some time to be able to speak to you again. Please understand."
"I understand."
"Thank you. Get some rest."
As soon as Vatino left, I clenched my teeth.
Verdia really is spoiled to the core.
If she were truly sorry, she would've accepted me. At the very least, she should've helped me get treated.
Instead, she acted like a tragic heroine. Pretending to be full of guilt, when she was actually just avoiding responsibility.
Even at the Grace mansion, she turned away like she couldn't bear to see me.
Saying she doesn't know how to face me out of guilt?
That's not it.
What she's truly afraid of… is what I might do, driven by resentment.
I need a plan.
I had a rough idea now of why she was avoiding me.
If I wait for her to be "emotionally ready," I'll die of old age before ever training her.
If I can't deal with this level of resistance, how will I ever break those arrogant noblewomen I aim to tame in the future?
My thoughts raced.
The fastest solution is to face her directly.
Verdia knows it too.
Just like she once reached orgasm from my thrusts,
if we meet face-to-face again, her heart will start to waver.
That's exactly why she's avoiding me.
But there's one problem if I try to approach Verdia without her husband noticing.
Fiona—the overly protective knight.
She's going to be a real obstacle.
This is giving me a headache.
"…"
As I frowned, Cecil nestled into my arms and looked up at me.
She was adorable.
Without thinking, I hugged her.
"Oppa."
"Yes?"
"…Can I jump on the fluffy bed?"
Jump on the bed?
Ahh♥ She means bouncing around, huh?
I stared at Cecil and asked,
"Why haven't you been doing it already?"
"I thought you were thinking about something serious, Oppa…"
"Go!"
Without hesitation, I tossed Cecil onto the bed.
"Nyaaang!"
She landed gracefully on all fours, just like a cat. At times like this, I honestly wonder if her entire body is made of water.
"Fluffy!"
She bounced around on the bed, fully enjoying the springy mattress.
I briefly thought about joining her, but decided to maintain a bit of composure—as her master.
"You're going to inhale all the dust, you little rascal."
Saying something that made me sound more like a father than a partner, I walked over and flung the window open wide.
Outside, I saw Fiona training as Verdia sat nearby, quietly watching her.
Fiona, of course.
Always stuck to Verdia like an extra limb.
It reminded me of how, back in school, some girls couldn't even go to the bathroom without their best friend. That's what their dynamic looked like now.
They probably spend more time with each other than Verdia does with her own husband.
"Hu! Hyaa!"
Fiona's energetic shouts rang out clearly, even from the second floor.
Her aquamarine ponytail bounced with every strike. Her face, sharp with focus, looked almost noble.
Her tight leggings clung to her toned, athletic figure, drawing the attention of nearby soldiers. Her form was disciplined, powerful, graceful.
She seemed to be leading by example—intentionally or not.
'Is there any way to get rid of her quietly?'
She was the one who slashed me that day. But despite that, I had no desire to get revenge with violence.
If I looked at it objectively… I had taken her virginity by force. That scar she gave me was the price I paid for that sin.
If I were to approach Fiona again, it wouldn't be for payback.
It would be something else entirely.
The idea of making a woman who once looked at me like I was filth end up gasping for breath in pleasure… now that was a thrill.
But the main issue still stood—how to separate Fiona from Verdia, who was glued to her side day and night.
Vatino might have invited me here, but that didn't give me a valid reason to force them apart.
I needed Verdia to take the bait willingly.
Something that didn't involve threats, pressure, or conflict.
Just then—
A few hours later, just before dinner, someone came knocking on my door.
To my surprise, it was Fiona.
The moment I opened the door, she stood tall and greeted me with clear, confident eyes.
"Hello, Trainer? I'm Fiona Arente."
"…"
"I'm in charge of escorting Lady Verdia. I hope we'll work well together."
"…"
What the hell is this?
Am I dreaming?
The same Fiona who had looked at me with pure hatred before was now standing politely at my door.
My body stiffened. For a second, I wondered if she'd finally recognized me.
Fiona stared into my face—really stared. Her eyes scanned me slowly, searching for something.
She looked puzzled.
She didn't seem to recognize me at all.
The silence stretched on.
"…"
"…"
It was as if time had frozen.
Even the guards at the front gate knew who I was. So why didn't Fiona?
Just as I started to worry she might suddenly remember and scream—
Her cheeks began to turn red.
Her breath hitched, like she was flustered. Or excited.
"Um, excuse me…!"
"Yes?"
"W-Would you… like to have dinner with me?"
She stammered halfway throAahhh...♥
No. Wait.
What?
Fiona's reaction was strange—far too strange.
I didn't have any tricks up my sleeve. No potions, no hypnosis.
And yet… here she was, nervously waiting for my reply.
"…Sure."
I answered without hesitation.
This was a golden opportunity, and I wasn't about to let it slip away.
I left Cecil behind to guard the room and followed Fiona to the dining hall—just the two of us.