Chapter 1: A girl who committed a crime and was punished…

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Livia…? That’s probably my name now, as a woman.

Just a few days ago, I was still a boy who hadn’t even dated anyone.

Now, I’ve been caught for a crime, severely punished by the Archduchess, and about to be completely consumed!

“Thump.”

“Thump—!”

The sound of footsteps echoing in the hallway made Livia tremble.

Her body instinctively tried to curl into a ball.

She’s here!

That…

Woman, like a demon!

The velvet curtains swayed in the candlelight, dark red shadows flowing like blood, enveloping the entire room in a strange, warm hue.

The Archduchess’s slender fingers gently lifted a corner of the curtain and leaned in.

Shadows descended, inch by inch swallowing Livia’s trembling body under the silver silk cover.

“No… it’s all a misunderstanding…”

A whimper like that of a kitten came from beneath the veil.

“Scared?” The Archduchess, as if enjoying the fear of the person under the veil, curved her lips with satisfaction, her voice crisp and cold, “Or perhaps, impatient…?”

She hooked the silver cover with her little finger and lifted it upwards—

Revealed were a pair of small feet wrapped in pure white stockings.

The moment her slender fingers touched her toes, Livia’s small feet in white stockings recoiled violently, her toes curling into pearl-like knots, and even the folds of the stockings were moist with thin sweat.

“What a fine toy…”

The Archduchess’s sigh was tinged with playfulness and humiliation.

Those feet were almost fragile in their exquisiteness, the skin on the instep subtly visible beneath the stockings, revealing a faint pink blush.

Her five rounded toes pressed together uneasily, like a startled beast trying to hide itself in the safest corner.

The Archduchess’s gaze slowly slid over the slightly tensed arch, a hint of satisfaction flashing in her silver eyes.

—She savored this moment.

The feeling of claiming the ‘trophy’ as her own and then slowly consuming it entirely.

No force was needed, as Livia’s legs were raised, and the silver silk veil slowly slid down due to gravity, peeling away layer by layer like the receding tide, revealing more hidden scenery.

The edge of the white stockings slightly revealed the color of her skin, the lines of her slender ankles were graceful, but they appeared exceptionally fragile due to the involuntary trembling of their owner.

The Archduchess’s fingertips brushed against the skin as if unintentionally, feeling the subtle tremors transmitted through the stockings, her smile deepening.

The veil continued to slide down, passing over her smoothly curved calves, where faint red marks on her knees appeared and disappeared under the stockings—traces left from struggling earlier.

Further down, the curves of her thighs gradually became fuller, and the lace edge of the white stockings created a shallow indentation around her upper thighs.

The Archduchess gently hooked the edge of the stocking that was tight around her thigh with her fingertip, and the restrained skin immediately developed a circle of tempting red marks.

“Does it hurt?”

She deliberately scraped the red mark with her nail, then released her hand, listening to the “snap” sound and watching the skin rebound like a startled creature.

The stockings were tightest around the mid-thigh, the sheer material squeezing the soft flesh into a state of slight overflow, like a peach about to burst.

“You…! Huh?!”

—”Swish.”

The veil slid down to her waist.

Livia’s breathing became noticeably faster, her slender waist tensing instinctively, her hands still bound behind her with silver chains, unable to stop this slow ‘execution’.

The Archduchess’s gaze, sharp as a blade, scraped across her body inch by inch, finally settling on the small face that was finally revealed.

Pure white hair was messily scattered on the velvet soft pillow, making her skin appear almost translucent.

Livia’s red eyes were moist, her eyelashes fluttering lightly, like gemstones veiled in a thin mist.

Her lips were tightly pressed together, but they parted uncontrollably slightly as the Archduchess leaned closer, exhaling a warm breath.

That stubborn little face was unnaturally flushed at this moment, tiny beads of sweat even appearing on the tip of her nose, yet she still held on, refusing to show weakness.

“I… I did nothing wrong, what did I do wrong!?”

“Stubborn brat, look at yourself now,” the Archduchess pinched Livia’s chin, tilting her head to the side.

The reflection in the mirror was absolutely stunning.

Her white hair was scattered like a broken galaxy, her red eyes veiled in mist.

Her wrists and ankles on the same side were tied into shameful lover’s knots with red silk, creating an arch like a sacrificial lamb under the candlelight, and there were still fading finger marks at the base of her thighs.

The Archduchess suddenly lifted her chin with her fingertip, “Look, it suits you so well.”

Her fingertip slid down her neck, making a circle in the hollow of her collarbone, “Those who commit rebellion should…” Her icy fingertip suddenly pressed against her left chest, “…bear their owner’s mark.”

The blush on Livia’s eyelids was spreading along her tear mole, like blood blooming in the snow, but the corners of her lips were stubbornly turned up, “…Kill me or flay me, as you please!”

“Heh, so you can cry after all.”

The Archduchess suddenly tightened her grip on Livia’s chin, her silver eyes reflecting the other’s misty red eyes.

But her toes were still tightly curled, even her ankles showing a faint pink hue—like a cat cornered, still trying to bluff.

The Archduchess finally let out a light chuckle, an undercurrent surging in her pupils.

“Now, I will begin your reckoning and execution.”

Immediately, her ice-jade-like fingers traced Livia’s trembling waistline, and moonlight seeped in from the tall window, flowing over the Archduchess’s silver hair.

Livia’s heart rate gradually quickened.

Is what she desperately wanted to avoid still going to happen!?

No…

Absolutely not.

No, no, no.

No!

Her tender, white feet flinched, and her voice held a hint of pleading.

“No—”

“I’m sorry.”

When her entire body was forced into such a humiliating posture, exposed to the air with all her weaknesses laid bare.

Livia couldn’t help but regret it, wishing she had stayed in the small town, continuing to hawk her wares…

Why did she have to provoke the Archduchess?

And fall into the hands of this icy beauty.

“Wuwu, the disrespectful words the child said before were just ignorance, I was talking nonsense, can we make peace…?”

“Begging for mercy?”

The Archduchess looked down at Livia from above, her tone irrefutable, fitting for someone of high status, “Too late!”

The icy beauty raised her hand, examining her smooth, rounded knuckles in the dim light, nearly scaring half of Livia’s life away.

But she endured it, trying her best to show a seductive charm on her delicate little face.

“Geee~ Don’t do that, I know I was wrong, ♥ at ~ least let me be on top~”

“…You?”

The beauty before her seemed genuinely touched by the pathetic little white creature. Her gaze softened, and then she released Livia from her restraints.

She lifted the little white ball onto herself.

“Hehe, Archduchess, I never thought the cold and aloof you would have this side, you trash, you fell for it!”

Seeing her fishing plan succeed, Livia’s weak demeanor instantly changed, and she leaned forward, opening her mouth like a fierce little beast, biting the Archduchess’s side neck.

“Hiss…?”

“You get it now? How dare you compare yourself to me? What a ridiculous trash Archduchess, kill me quickly, or I’ll bite off your throat?!”

Livia taunted with a fierce, childish tone.

She was determined to push the icy beauty Archduchess to the brink and have her killed!

This was because.

She harbored a world-shattering secret in her heart, unknown to anyone, that could reverse the entire situation.

Therefore…

“Mmm~? Nn—!”

The attack that should have been a slit throat or a pierced heart did not come.

The attack landed on a different spot.

She suddenly arched her body like a fish out of water, her white hair sweeping across the Archduchess’s neck. With the sound of clear water droplets falling, Livia trembled all over, her pupils constricted, and memories flashed like shattered mirrors.

The street cries in the morning mist, the dust from the debt collector kicking down the door, and the blinding headlights of the truck on the day she transmigrated.

“Why… even after I’ve done all this… Archduchess, why are you…”

The candlelight flickered for a moment.

In the interplay of light and shadow, Livia saw not brutality in the Archduchess’s eyes, but a possessiveness bordering on despair—like a prisoner gazing at the only ray of dawn.

As the last ribbon was tied around her neck, warm liquid dripped onto her lips, unsure if it was melting candle wax, or someone’s unspoken…

She went limp in the icy beauty’s embrace, tears smearing the bloodstains on the Archduchess’s chest.

“Why… won’t you kill me…?”


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