The Villain Who Robbed the Heroines

Chapter 272: [Side Story] Laura De Charles Louerg - White Night (4)

The languid afterglow washed over them.

Nestled against his firm chest, Laura regained her hazy focus and sat up together with Ferzen.

Perhaps because the heat of passion had subsided, it was too cold to wipe their bodies outside, so they entered the shelter and cleaned themselves with a clean cloth.

Ah.

As the remaining semen dribbled out from the tip of his half-deflated glans, Laura naturally knelt in front of the brazier.

Although Ferzen lightly placed his hand on her head, indicating that there was no need to go that far, Laura grasped his penis with her slender fingers and pushed it into her small mouth, hollowing her cheeks.

Slurp…

The viscous semen didn’t have the most pleasant texture, but Laura licked the underside of his glans with her tongue, swallowing it entirely before slowly pulling her head back.

When his large hand, having forgotten its original purpose, gently stroked her head, Laura tenderly kissed the tip of his glans for no reason.

That grotesque penis, which had become stiff again, pressing firmly against her cheek.

“……”

Wondering what to do, Laura looked up at Ferzen with wide eyes, but before he could open his mouth, she gradually pushed his monstrous penis into her small mouth.

“Mmph…! Nngh…!”

Stuffing the penis, which could hardly fit properly in her small mouth, her jaw immediately ached, but Laura, with her red lips sealed, clumsily swirled her tongue.

Crackle.

Perhaps it was due to the distinct shadows cast by the burning firewood in the brazier.

Laura’s appearance, squatting naked with her legs spread, licking the male’s penis, was truly erotic.

“Cough!”

As if deciding that she couldn’t hold it in her mouth any longer, Laura coughed, releasing his penis, and gently licked his testicles while stroking his shaft with her delicate hand.

From Ferzen’s perspective, Laura’s appearance was quite lewd, making his member throb.

As his penis twitched vigorously in response, Laura gently licked near the protruding veins as if playing a harmonica, and stimulated the tip of his glans quite roughly with her rounded index finger and thumb.

Seeing Ferzen on the verge of ejaculation in an instant, Laura didn’t know whether to feel happy or not.

Perhaps he preferred this vulgar service, which could only be received from prostitutes in brothels, more than her vagina.

Slurp…

Although feeling a bit offended, Laura stuck out her tongue and gently tickled the area around his urethra without showing it.

While reaching out with one hand to gently caress his testicles, the thick, whitish semen soon spurted out.

Despite opening her mouth as wide as possible, the throbbing monstrosity sprayed its seed haphazardly on her eyes and the bridge of her nose.

The sticky sensation wasn’t enjoyable, making her want to wipe it off quickly, but Laura slightly engulfed the area around his glans and sucked out the remaining semen.

Swish.

Only then did she finally get up, thoroughly wipe the semen from her face, and put on her clothes.

However, noticing that her attire was rather sloppy, Ferzen slightly bent his waist to neatly adjust it for her.

She didn’t particularly want to act spoiled.

But today, she unusually felt the urge to be pampered by Ferzen…

“Ah, please hold me…”

Laura requested in a small voice to Ferzen.

Without a moment’s hesitation, his large hands picked her up like a princess and carried her to the makeshift bed.

Laura wriggled to find a comfortable position in his broad embrace and buried her face into his broad chest.

*****

The journey continued the following day.

Perhaps it was because she knew that this trip, where she was alone with Ferzen, would soon come to an end.

Laura tried to observe the surrounding scenery more closely, capturing it in her scarlet eyes.

Without anyone’s interference.

Because this would be the only moment where, Ferzen Von Schweig Brutein, exosted solely as her husband, and nothing more.

*****

Based on the shape of the moon she had seen before, the calculations indicated that today was the day when the full moon would rise in this area.

There was no need to keep on traveling, with Isabel’s help.

so Ferzen held Laura’s hand and strolled through the snowy field.

The densely growing lush trees resembled the Christmas trees commonly seen in Lee Seo-jin’s memories.

However, those trees were Korean firs, a species unique to Korea, so they couldn’t naturally exist here.

Perhaps it was the result of the author arbitrarily associating them with foreign trees, fitting with the setting of the northern region.

It was proof of how crude this world was, but wondering what difference it made now, Ferzen looked down at Laura.

Scrunch-.

Scrunch-.

With her legs sinking into the snow, it must have been quite exhausting.

Yet, her frail body showed no signs of fatigue and steadily moved forward.

Well, it couldn’t be helped.

Animals that reproduce over generations pass on their unique intense habits to their genes.

When to be tense upon encountering a predator, how to behave, and so on.

And if Laura was the last of the Genova, this utopia, a place where she could be free from the curse must have been an aspiration engraved in her blood.

Of course, it couldn’t be said that it wasn’t her personal desire as well.

Step.

“……”

Laura stopped walking.

Ferzen also stopped walking behind her.

The pocket watch in her small hand indicated that it was already 10 o’clock in the evening.

Laura had been walking through this white world, thinking that the night might simply be arriving late, but that suspicion completely dissipated.

The sun refused to set beyond the horizon.

The blue sky showed no intention of being covered by darkness.

As the sun refused to set beyond the horizon and the blue sky showed no signs of being blanketed by darkness, the beast that awoke under the full moon was nowhere to be found.

Only a frail woman stood there, observing the world with an undisturbed mind.

“Ha.”

Letting go of Ferzen’s hand, Laura took a step forward from where she had stopped.

Even shedding her outer garment, she welcomed the cold wind blowing against her entire body and raised her head high.

“Ahaha…”

Perhaps it was because of the exceptionally bright sky above, enveloping the pure white world.

Laura’s memories of her past life surfaced,

Memories of seeing her Father ravenously devouring human flesh.

Memories of seeing her Mother copulating with beasts.

Memories of seeing her Brother cutting and stitching together the bodies of screaming people.

…Even the memories she desperately wanted to forget,

About her past self, kidnapping the children from the orphanage she had grown close to before torturing and killing them.

Even for us, cursed as we were…

A land where they could live existed.

Controlling Isabel, Laura created a tombstone.

The Genova Family’s crest.

This symbol became something to be stigmatized, since during her quest to destroy her family, Isabel - Laura’s past life - purposely committed the crime of killing members of the Imperial Family.

This act led to her entire family being hunted down, and their whole history being burned down.

And yet, this tombstone was the atonement that the witch who led her family to ruin should rightfully perform.

Laura proceeded to engrave the Genova’s family crest, a serpent biting its own tail and left an inscription.

“……”

No, Laura did not leave an inscription.

Ironically, despite being praised by their heavenly talents, the Genova had always aspired for extreme ordinariness.

So what could be more fitting than that crude tombstone, destined to crumble away with time?

Those buried here were not exceptional individuals who had dominated an era with their outstanding talents.

Nor were they those who had been exterminated for the crime of treason. They were simply the members of an extremely ordinary family - the Genova family.

Yes.

Buried not as monsters, but as humans.

And Ferzen, standing behind her, felt a familiarity with the names engraved on those tombstones.

Because they were the names of the family members who had shared the same blood and lived in the same era as Isabel Ron-Pierre Genova, the greatest witch of the Ernes Empire.

However, what was perplexing here was why Laura had created their graves and was weeping so sorrowfully.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Was it the sadness assimilated through the process of receiving feedback from Isabel’s memories due to their common affliction?

No, if that were the reason, Isabel’s grave should have been placed there as well.

Laura. Could it be that you…

Therefore, there was only one hypothesis reached at the end of the reasoning.

The fact that she had shown a high synchronization rate with Isabel was not because of the same bloodline, but because she truly possessed her own complete memories.

In other words, the woman named Laura De Charles Rosenberg was the reincarnation of the witch Isabel Ron-Pierre Genova.

So that’s why, at that time, you called me a brat.

Realizing that the sense of incongruity he had experienced when encountering her Suffering from the curse in the North, the question he had dismissed as trivial at the time, was now being resolved, Ferzen closed his mouth.

No, rather thinking that if not now, there would be no opportunity to speak, Ferzen spoke to the weeping Laura.

“Laura… The midnight sun is not a phenomenon that lasts forever all year round.”

He had intended to speak to her indirectly later when her emotions had subsided, in order not to unnecessarily provoke her.

But if the witch who had exterminated her own family with her own hands and disappeared into history was herself, the meaning of the midnight sun would not be a mere utopia.

Therefore, if he did not speak now when emotions were surging, it would likely reach her as a mere excuse.

Even if Laura wanted to stay here, Ferzen could not, but since the midnight sun was not an eternal phenomenon in the first place, it was meaningless.

However, depending on the perspective, the conveyed meaning could be quite different.

Whether the truth was conveyed as truth.

Or whether the truth was conveyed as an excuse.

The difference was clear.

“As it is greatly influenced by latitude, the duration will increase as you go further towards the poles… but it still cannot exceed 200 days.”

Even if this world had achieved a level of civilization that didn’t fit with their historical background, it couldn’t keep up with the astronomical concepts of the modern era.

However, Seo-Jin wasn’t someone versed in astrology, so if Laura asked for proof, he wouldn’t be able to offer a convinsing argument.

When Laura finally turned to look at him, Ferzen was momentarily at a loss for words, but he did not avoid her tearful scarlet eyes.

Isabel Ron-Pierre Genova.

A kindred spirit who had walked a path extremely similar to his own.

It was like looking into a mirror.

Yet, the reflection shown to him, was twisted. Broken.

She had taken the worst possible path.

“A woman…No, a wife, who suffers from a curse every time the full moon rises, unable to bear children…Wishing for you to remain by my side in that form would undoubtedly be a cruel act. Moreover, it might sound like a lie stemming from my selfishness of not being able to leave Yuriel and Euphemia. I won’t deny that.”

But Laura.

“…I am not deceiving you.”

I cannot dare to judge the value of the sky that does not bring the night to this pure white land.

But its essence is a mere facade of utopia, a paradise that does not come to the place you have escaped to.

So Laura.

“I will…”

Forever and always.

“…be your midnight sun.”

* * * * *

Ferzen’s voice rang out faintly and softly settled in Laura’s ears.

It was perhaps the first time the man named Ferzen had shown such a vulnerable appearance.

Just like a child would tremble from the prospect of parting with their mother…

Really…

Was he cowardly trying to stimulate her maternal love?

Well, even if that were so, what did it matter?

Whether it was a lie uttered in the face of an eternally lasting midnight sun or a truth that was not actually so.

On top of the ugliness of hurting the man named Ferzen, the premise of Laura De Charles becoming happy as “Louerg” could not be established.

Therefore, Laura replied with a smile blooming amidst her tears.

“Make sure to keep that promise…”

Ferzen probably wouldn’t know.

Yes.

The man before her eyes would never realize it.

During that night,

When she lost her reason and suffered from the curse of the full moon,

From the moment she remembered the rough and clumsy warmth that had always held onto her by his side…

You already were...

My midnight sun.