A Fallen Holy Knight Is Obsessed With Me (12 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 9
“……!”
That wasn’t the end. Her hands swiftly pulled off his glove.
He jerked back too late—his glove was already in her grasp.
On his clenched fist, raised as if in defense, a ring set with a violet gem shimmered with an ominous light, like the eye of a beast.
Already, crimson veins snaked across the back of his hand, writhing visibly—proof that the demon’s uncontrollable lust had already been triggered.
Lion’s face turned pale.
But Kasha’s sudden action didn’t stop there. Her cold hand rose to his cheek.
Her pale fingers slid across skin roughened by rigorous training. She stroked his cheek as if soothing a frightened child.
Lion swallowed a pained breath.
Unmindful, her hand drifted downward, tracing his feverish cheek and sharp jawline.
A low groan escaped his lips. She watched him in silence.
Just as her fingers neared the strong column of his throat, Lion coldly slapped her hand away.
“What is the meaning of this?”
“…….”
“Is this your way of mocking me, in place of offering compassion?”
His tone was icy, filled with contempt.
Yet none of his sharp barbs struck Kasha.
She slowly stroked the wrist he’d just struck, gazing down at it.
Though he’d pushed her away with what he considered gentle force, Kasha’s delicate, tender skin quickly reddened and swelled.
Lion’s eyes darkened dangerously as he stared at the mark on her wrist.
After a moment of ragged breathing, he turned his back and began walking away from the balcony. Watching his retreating figure, Kasha finally spoke.
“You’re in pain right now, aren’t you?”
“…….”
He stopped but didn’t turn around.
Kasha continued calmly.
“Your eyeballs burn… a feverish heat spreads through every corner of your body. Your mind is hazy… and your senses—smell, sight, hearing—all unnaturally, excruciatingly heightened.”
“……!”
Lion’s shoulders stiffened as though struck by lightning. Seeing only fear and shock in his rigid back, Kasha pressed on.
“And some… specific part of your body is right now, beyond your control.”
“You….”
A growl rumbled in his throat.
Slowly, Lion turned back toward her.
Kasha was startled—and at the same time, relieved.
Where had that noble, upright, and courteous holy knight gone just moments ago?
Now, flames danced in his eyes.
His jaw muscles bulged from clenched teeth, and his body seemed larger, swollen with fury.
Truthfully, this was the side of him Kasha knew best.
“Who the hell are you?”
“Kasha Lyuschno.”
“You… know something, don’t you?”
All traces of politeness vanished. Only a cornered beast remained—its pride wounded, its weakness exposed—ready to tear out the throat of its opponent at any moment.
It wasn’t mere illusion that even his pupils now glowed red.
Back before her regression, in the ruins of the temple, she’d seen his eyes turn red when he was in rut.
A clear sign he’d entered a state of arousal.
Kasha slowly turned her body, deliberately avoiding his gaze.
Provoking him further would only be disadvantageous now.
She’d already pushed him enough. It was time to soothe him—lure him gently with tempting bait.
“Did you really think… no one would notice?”
As she spoke with her back turned, a sudden, searing heat pressed against her neck.
Lion had seized her throat.
The heat burned as though branding her—his grip alone threatening to leave a permanent mark.
He spun her around while still clutching her throat.
His eyes, blazing with a temperature no ordinary human could produce, glared into hers. In a voice hoarse with fury, he demanded,
“You. Do you know… why I’ve been reduced to this?”
Bitter anguish clung to his words.
He’d been suffering for months, unaware of either the cause of this monstrous, vile torment or how to cure it.
Choking, Kasha barely managed to speak.
“…It’s… a curse… *cough*.”
A curse?
He froze momentarily, as if her words were utterly unexpected.
“A curse means there’s a caster—someone deliberately did this to me?”
Blink. Blink.
Unable to nod due to his grip on her throat, Kasha blinked twice.
Understanding her answer, his rage intensified further.
“Who is it? Who sent you? Was it the one who made me like this? Huh?”
His hand grew hotter. The violet stone on his ring glowed threateningly. Kasha felt her breathing grow increasingly difficult.
He made no effort to conceal his killing intent.
Yet he didn’t crush her throat outright.
He knew full well that her slender neck would snap with even the slightest pressure—yet he held her firmly with his smoldering hand, restraining himself.
Kasha closed her eyes.
Perhaps someday…
After she’d recovered all the scattered magic stones, after Simon and the mysterious shadow behind it all had paid the price—maybe then, she could confess everything to him.
But not now.
“I don’t… know… who cast the curse… *cough*.”
Her voice came out in broken gasps due to her compressed windpipe.
Yet he still showed no sign of loosening his grip.
“Don’t play games. You’d better speak clearly—if you want to live.”
“Please… first… *cough*… *cough*… let go. Only then…”
Hearing her desperate, choking gasps, he finally began to ease the pressure in his fingers.
Even so, his face twisted in pain—as if suppressing overwhelming desire or agony.
Despite his attack being fueled by anger, he’d still felt her skin beneath his fingers—her warmth, the fluttering pulse—and that alone was too much stimulation for someone who’d practiced absolute abstinence since the curse began.
“Hah… ngh… ugh.”
He suddenly gasped.
As if fighting desperately to hold onto reason, to keep from being consumed by lust.
Perhaps desire had already won.
Just before he fully released her, as if entranced, his fingers brushed over the prominent bone of her throat.
Kasha shuddered, swallowing hard.
But Lion, his expression half-dazed, continued moving his fingers downward.
Slowly, hotly, he traced each vertebra exposed above the rounded neckline of her dress, as if counting them one by one.
It was Kasha’s coughing fit that finally halted his hand just as it threatened to slip beneath her dress.
*Cough. Cough.*
The shock of having her throat squeezed, combined with the sudden stimulation, triggered an uncontrollable bout of coughing.
*Cough. Cough. Cough.*
As her coughing refused to subside, the redness in his sclera faded slightly, returning toward normal.
With a dazed expression, he stepped forward as if to steady her.
But Kasha stepped back.
Firmly.
Seeing her clear refusal, he halted instantly.
At the same moment, realization of what he’d done contorted his face in utter shame.
Even as she struggled to stop coughing, Kasha thought,
‘It’s not that I’m avoiding you. I’m just worried that touching me will excite you even more.’
But her coughing wouldn’t cease, and the tense standoff between them dragged on.
Then—just then—the curtain shielding the balcony rustled.
“Kasha. Is something wrong?”
Kasha was flustered.
‘…I completely forgot about Dariel.’
He must have been standing guard outside the curtain the whole time and heard her coughing.
She raised her voice to stop him.
“Nothing! It’s nothing! *Cough*.”
“Are you sure? I’m coming in.”
“No.”
Just as the curtain began to part, Lion’s cold, firm refusal stopped it.
“Viscount. Do not enter.”
“What do you—? Wait a moment, Sir Lion!”
Before their standoff could escalate, Kasha quickly interjected.
“Brother, I’m fine. I’ll be out soon… just one moment. *Cough*.”
“What on earth are you two even doing…?”
Dariel’s voice rose as if delivering an ultimatum.
“One minute. Exactly. After that, I’m coming in.”
Given Lion’s status as a Grand Duke, even Dariel couldn’t simply barge in. Or perhaps common sense—that balconies at balls were often used for lovers’ trysts—held him back just in case.
Lion ground his teeth, glaring toward the curtain, then leaned close to Kasha’s ear and whispered,
“Tell me now.”
His breath scorched her earlobe like a burning coal.
Kasha blinked several times against the heat, then slowly spoke.
“Three magic stones. In the age when ancient magic still existed, mages… created them through pacts with demons.”
“Demons?”
Though panting with agitation, he strained to grasp every word she said.
“Yes. The bearer of a magic stone can wield demonic power… but is also afflicted by an equally potent… curse. Lord Lion, you bear one of those three stones… the Curse of Onor.”
“The Curse of Onor? But I don’t possess any magic stone.”
“It’s not that you possess it… *cough*. Someone else holds the stone. You bear only the curse.”
His furrowed brow, deep in concentration as he tried to understand her explanation, gradually hardened.
The fiery light in his eyes abruptly dimmed—but that was merely the surface of even greater fury.
His voice dropped even lower, chillingly so.
“So what you’re saying is… the one who holds that magic stone hoarded its power for themselves, while deliberately redirecting only the curse onto me?”
Exactly.
“…I can… help you.”
Lion stared down at Kasha with an expression turned cold and hard.
“You… help me?”
“Yes. Please… seek me out. There must be a medium… that channeled the curse toward you. If we find it—”
“How exactly am I supposed to trust you?”
He sneered, his voice icy.
“That’s….”
“In summary, your claim is this: you know I’m cursed. You know the curse stems from a magic stone called Onor. You even know how to cure me.”
“…….”
“But there’s one thing you don’t know—the identity of the one who cast the curse.”
“…….”
“In fact, the most logical conclusion seems to be this.”
“…….”
“That the one who cast the curse… is you, Kasha.”
The corner of his handsome mouth twisted bitterly.
Turns Out He’s Been Secretly in Love with Me
One-line summary: He acts like he doesn’t like her but is actually playing hard to get.
Synopsis:
Xu Muzhou like her. He has liked her for a very long time, and through repeated schemes, he finally closed the distance with her.
But this is still far from enough.
He wants to be the one who stands out among her many suitors, to fight for her attention, and to make her take the initiative to pursue him.
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It’s cute that he is taking care of her, also confused what to do next.
The father is very disappointing. I wondered if he had married his wife out of obligation, as she was a saintess, and now that she is gone, he is going down a spiral.
This chapter was just frustrating, only enemies trying to scheme against our couple