If You Want To Possess Me (9 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 4
Just when had he been standing there? Kisa calmed her startled heart.
The first thing that caught her eye was the color red. As a man with hair like the sunset strolled toward her with leisurely steps, Kisa asked in flustered confusion,
“Who are you?”
To her question, he—who stood as tall as Daniel—blinked his eyes a couple of times.
“Seyard.”
“Pardon?”
“My name. Seyard. And you?”
“Kisa… just Kisa.”
She instinctively began to add her surname but hastily cut herself off. After all, he had only given his first name, so it hardly mattered. She certainly didn’t want word spreading that the daughter of Count Bansfeldt had been crying in a place like this.
Kisa quickly scanned Seyard’s attire.
Though dressed simply—in a white sports shirt and black cotton trousers—the fabric was clearly high-quality at a glance. Combined with his aristocratic manner of speech and accent, he was almost certainly from the upper class.
Thinking this, she felt a vague sense of familiarity, yet no clear face emerged through the fog in her mind.
Regardless, he wasn’t someone she knew—but since there was a chance they might cross paths again, caution was wise.
While Kisa remained wary, Seyard stepped close and offered her a handkerchief—a kind gesture for her to wipe away her tears.
Reflexively turning her head aside, Kisa snatched up the handbag she’d left beside her.
“I’m fine. I have one myself.”
Seyard tucked the handkerchief back into his pocket and sat down on the edge of a nearby desk, silently watching as Kisa dabbed away the remaining moisture on her face with her own. An almost suffocating silence stretched between them.
Kisa, constantly aware of the man’s presence, abruptly tried to rise from her seat—but his words stopped her.
“May I ask which part of the book made you sad?”
As he looked down with visible curiosity at the book she’d been reading just moments before, a flush of embarrassment surged through her.
“It’s nothing. Please don’t worry about it. I was just…”
She had been about to offer the feeble excuse that a sad story from the book had come to mind. But instead, she quietly admitted the truth in a small voice.
“Truthfully, I cried because I couldn’t understand the book at all. No matter how many times I reread the same passage, it just wouldn’t make sense.”
Why was she blurting out such a shameful confession to a man she’d only just met? Or perhaps it was precisely because he was a stranger that she could say it.
He didn’t know who Kisa Bansfeldt was. And since he didn’t, whatever judgment he might pass would hurt far less than if it came from someone familiar.
“I suppose I really am quite dull.”
Having just said something awkwardly difficult to respond to, Kisa tensely waited for Seyard to speak.
“Kisa.”
In a low, gentle tone, he spoke the name of the woman he’d met for the first time that day—as if they were close friends.
“Have you ever studied philosophy?”
“…No.”
“Not even any of Bart’s other works, aside from *Bart’s Doctrine*?”
“No.”
“Then of course you wouldn’t understand it.”
Taken aback by his unexpected reply, Kisa belatedly asked, “Huh?”
Seyard, one hand in his pocket, picked up the book resting in front of Kisa with the other.
“*Bart’s Doctrine* deals with obscure and complex subjects. Moreover, it’s his magnum opus—a compilation of themes drawn from his other writings.”
His amber eyes curved gently.
“Unless you’re a genius, it’s impossible to grasp this book without the proper foundational knowledge.”
“Is… that so?”
“Yes. Even students who enroll specifically to study philosophy often curse aloud the first time they encounter *Bart’s Doctrine*. Normally, one begins by reading simplified commentaries to grasp the general ideas.”
“…I didn’t know.”
Kisa had come to the library on a whim, aimlessly browsing the shelves before pulling out that book without much thought—simply because she’d heard Daniel mention *Bart’s Doctrine*.
Though they’d exchanged only a few words, he struck her as quite intelligent.
He was likely a student at a nearby prestigious university. And given that he was still in the library at this late hour, he must be diligent.
Thus, it didn’t seem he’d fabricated his words merely to comfort her. What she’d just heard felt trustworthy.
“Thank you for telling me.”
Unusually sincere in her gratitude, Kisa met Seyard’s gaze as she spoke—and for the first time, she examined his features closely.
“Not at all.”
Only then did she realize he was remarkably handsome. His slightly upturned almond-shaped eyes exuded elegance, and his smooth jawline conveyed a refined yet strong charm.
He reminded her of a statue she’d once seen at the Royal Art Museum—a likeness of some young foreign prince. She recalled hearing that a master sculptor, commissioned by a king for a vast sum, had crafted it according to the golden ratio.
For a fleeting moment, that sense of familiarity returned—but it quickly dissipated. Surely, if she’d ever seen red hair paired with such exceptional beauty, she wouldn’t have forgotten.
In truth, Kisa had harbored a subtle aversion to red-haired people since childhood.
Her nanny had attributed this to the fact that the physician who treated the late Countess Bansfeldt—her mother—had red hair. The trauma of losing her mother at such a young age had left its mark.
She couldn’t be certain that was the precise reason, but whenever she saw red hair, a faint chill crept over her chest, and she instinctively averted her eyes. Over time, she’d grown accustomed enough that it was no longer a serious issue.
Yet this was the first time she’d grown so quickly comfortable with someone bearing red hair. Kisa no longer turned her head away.
Seyard’s words echoed in her mind. According to him, her inability to understand *Bart’s Doctrine* didn’t mean she was particularly unintelligent.
“Um—if it’s not too much trouble, could you recommend a commentary I might be able to read?”
She summoned her courage to ask. Of all people, he was the only one to whom she could pose such a question.
Her choice proved correct, as he thoughtfully propped his slender chin on a finger.
“Reading a commentary on *Bart’s Doctrine* isn’t a bad idea. But personally, I’d suggest starting with Bart’s other works first. He wrote *Bart’s Doctrine* assuming readers had already read his other books.”
“I see.”
“Ah—how about beginning with *On Ownership*? Among his works, it tackles a relatively accessible theme: it chiefly seeks to define humanity’s essential existence through the lens of possession.”
“I see.”
Though she didn’t truly understand, Kisa nodded as if she did—just then, a familiar voice called from beyond the door.
“Miss?”
“Miss? Are you in there?”
It was the maid searching for Kisa. She must have come looking after Kisa failed to return from the library for so long.
Yet the maid clearly hadn’t dared enter the nobles-only reading room, hovering anxiously outside instead.
Kisa wanted nothing more than to tell her to wait—but that was impossible. Darkness had already fallen outside.
Even with a reasonable excuse, if Count Bansfeldt ever learned his daughter had been alone in a public place this late… Her vision went dizzy at the thought.
“I should be going now.”
Kisa offered Seyard a farewell tinged with regret.
“Please return safely.”
As she headed toward the door, Kisa glanced back at him.
“Thank you for today. I’ll definitely read *On Ownership* if I get the chance.”
“If you ever need other recommendations, please don’t hesitate to ask. I’ll gladly suggest the best I can within my knowledge.”
Seyard spoke as if it were only natural—but to Kisa, it seemed unlikely. If they’d lived in the same capital city all this time yet never crossed paths before, what were the chances they’d meet again?
Moreover, Kisa rarely had opportunities to interact with peers of the opposite sex. This meeting with Seyard was likely both their first and last.
“I suppose so.”
Yet Kisa said nothing of this aloud, merely grasping the doorknob.
He kept a faint smile on his lips until Kisa opened the door and left the reading room.
Stepping outside, she saw the maid’s pale, anxious face immediately.
“Good heavens, Miss! Do you even know what time it is? What will you do if the Count finds out?”
“I know. I’m coming now.”
It was time to end her brief escape.
[This is the timeline separator]After Kisa’s departure, Seyard—now alone in the reading room—idly flipped through *Bart’s Doctrine*, a book whose contents he had long since mastered.
Then, closing the book with a soft thud, he carried it to the librarian and requested to borrow it.
When he finally exited the library building, only a single carriage remained nearby. An elderly man stood waiting before the plain black carriage—bearing no family crest—and spotted Seyard at once.
“Lord Seyard.”
The man opened the carriage door to welcome him.
“Have you finished your business?”
“Not yet, Gilliam.”
“Yes?”
“Wasn’t the final inheritance procedure completed this morning?”
Gilliam, seeming to grasp something, promptly changed how he addressed his master.
“Have you finished your business, Your Grace?”
As Seyard approached the carriage, a relaxed smile touched his lips.
“Yes, it’s quite pleasant to visit the library occasionally. Brings back memories.”
“It must be especially meaningful, Your Grace, since it’s been so long since your last visit to the capital.”
“Indeed. I plan to tour the city slowly, starting with the library.”
Before climbing aboard, he slowly turned a full circle to take in the view of the Royal Library and murmured,
“After all, I’ll be staying in the capital from now on.”
Soon the door closed, and the grand carriage drawn by massive horses began to move.
Its destination was the townhouse of House Hiran—the second-most illustrious noble family in the empire.
When the male lead is punished by carrying the female lead’s child and having periods like a woman
“I’ve given birth to two children for you, yet you still think about him.
Was I nothing but his substitute to you from beginning to end?”
Synopsis:
Meng Huan, a scumbag who has dated countless girlfriends, transmigrates to a female-dominated country.
Day 1: Whether it’s female dominance or not doesn’t matter. The beauties here are passionate and amorous. Isn’t it easier to date them than in modern times?
Day 2: After a night, Meng Huan discovers the differences in the female-dominated world. Men here actually have chastity locks and menstrual cycles. This hinders his ability to perform, damn it!
Day 3: What’s wrong with sleeping around? I don’t want you to marry me. I’m meant to be a playboy. I don’t care about male virtues… What? You want to drown me in a pig cage? Marry, I’ll marry!
Day N: Meng Huan inexplicably vomits and receives the shocking news of his life… He’s pregnant.
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