The woman once again blurted out words that sounded like prepared lines.

Looking straight into my eyes without the slightest tremor.

“Please forgive me.”

Her green eyes, unwavering as if steeling her resolve, looked up at me.

The sight was not even amusing, causing the corners of my mouth to curl up.

“For what?”

Her cherry-colored lips, which looked as if they would bleed red if popped, trembled slightly.

Cassian’s head tilted as he observed this sight.

“You have to be specific for me to understand.”

“……”

“What exactly are you asking forgiveness for?”

There was no need to listen to this woman’s words, which were obvious even without hearing them.

Nevertheless, Cassian wanted to hear her voice directly speaking the words.

A malicious smile spread across his lips.

Light spilled over Yuriel’s clear face as she watched him.

Her already pale face appeared even more pallid.

Shame rippled and vibrated across her snow-white face.

Each time, her delicate face grew more resolute as if her determination was solidifying.

Her gaze, meeting his without avoidance, was steadfast to the point of innocence.

Does this crazy woman know how arousing that look is?

She must know. That’s why she’s looking up at me with such alluring eyes.

Is she going to beg me for medicine again with that kind of face?

Or perhaps she’ll shower me with kisses like before?

The woman looked at me, who was sneering, with an utterly incomprehensible expression.

As she swept her hair to one side, her long, snow-white neckline was revealed.

Still not averting her gaze from mine, the woman brought her hand to the zipper.

The zipper smoothly descended under her snow-white hand with a soft sound.

Unable to face me directly, the woman turned around as her hand lowered the zipper all the way.

Through that opening, her clear figure was blatantly exposed.

Below her straight upper body, her slender waist curved inward before flowing into her hips.

As Cassian’s gaze lingered there, her dress slipped downward.

The straight legs that had been hidden, the waistline, and the curves above it briefly flashed by.

The woman’s body slowly turned back towards him.

Her breasts, whose shape could only be guessed at before, now blatantly revealed their form.

Those pale pink things resembled luscious fruits.

As if to seduce the onlooker.

Hah, Cassian let out a scoff.

This woman, who always defied his expectations, once again conspicuously sidestepped them.

The trembling in her eyes looking at him gradually faded as time passed.

Now, as if forgetting even shame, only a dry face stared at him.

However, belying that, her snow-white arms were shaking uncontrollably.

It was a trembling that suggested how severe the shaking she had been hiding in her sleeves all this time must have been.

Despite that, her eyes, clearly widened as if resolved, were filled with determination.

Her appearance, meeting his gaze without the possibility of evasion, was quite seductive.

No, more precisely, every time their gazes collided, a mad wave boiled up inside.

Like a pervert.

As if seeing right through such feelings, her trembling hand gently pulled him.

Cassian, moving according to the woman’s intention, entrusted his body to her will.

He wanted to see how far she would go if left alone.

For a moment, a sweet voice whispered languidly in his ear.

“I love you.”

If that’s the case, gladly.

Cassian, his face expressionless, slowly approached Yuriel.

With each step he took, a small tremor settled over Yuriel’s dry expression.

Approaching leisurely as if enjoying the sight, Cassian pressed his lips to hers.

Hot breath filled her mouth.

The dizzying kiss, like a storm, stirred her insides at will.

Their mingled breaths swam through the space, unrefined.

Cassian’s hand, which had wedged her body between his legs, ran down Yuriel’s form.

His fingertips, which had climbed up her delicate waistline and stopped at the mound, wandered dizzily.

At the dizzy wandering that felt like it would burst, Yuriel’s breath heated up.

The more she shrank from the shame washing over her, his hands ceaselessly toyed with her.

As the intensity increased, Yuriel felt like tears would leak out.

As if confirming her increasingly pale appearance, he did not avoid her downcast gaze.

His gaze, silently looking at her, seemed to show not even a hint of emotion.

That fact made Yuriel even more ashamed.

In the space full of silence, without even the faintest sound, only raw moans blazed.

The red light that hung quietly over the sky past dawn shattered finely.

The dawn she had hated so much was terrifying even though there was no need to face it.

It was all the same, a time when she had to endlessly fall while looking back at her wretched self.

No, yesterday, an unspeakable humiliation had to be added on top of that.

He didn’t let her go until dawn had fully passed.

All she did was bite her lips every time his merciless touch reached her.

Having come this far of her own accord, she still struggled, wanting to protect her pride to the end.

Every time she inflicted pain on herself with that petty desire to hide everything, a fishy taste was engraved on the tip of her tongue.

As if to thoroughly expose all of her feelings, he sucked and pulled on her bloodstained lips over and over.

Every time their hot breaths intertwined, his hands flowed down her body.

Red marks were branded like burns all over her body, left to his fingertips.

Every time the stinging sensation spread, her body twisted uncontrollably like in a convulsion.

Like a beast that had forgotten even shame.

That self of hers was clearly reflected in the mirror across from her.

The sight of her clinging to him with rolled-back eyes filled her vision inescapably.

No matter how hard she tried to hold back, the unfamiliar emotion that just couldn’t be suppressed paralyzed her reason.

Through hazy vision, her panting figure was nakedly captured.

The thought that such an appearance would be captured in his eyes as well made her want to just die.

Every time her waist twisted, he drove her to the edge as if enjoying it.

And then he looked at her with eyes that pinned her down.

With eyes whose thoughts she couldn’t even dare to guess.

When she would step back as if escaping, he would grab her with one arm and whisper.

“I’ll let you go if you want.”

His red eyes, filled with her image, shimmered dazzlingly under the light.

“I don’t have a hobby of embracing unwilling women.”

It was always like this.

While he looked so noble and beautiful, her image captured in those eyes was so miserable and ridiculous.

He reminded her once again that clinging was her role.

So cruelly.

She became frightened at his appearance, not showing even the slightest movement after speaking sharply.

What if he abandons me like this…

She, who had already stepped into the mire, still had something to protect.

Just as she had instinctively tried to back away before, this time she instinctively embraced him.

“No.”

He stared at her silently.

“…I want it.”

“What?”

The leisurely gaze looking at her was resentful.

She resented the man before her, who seemed satisfied only after seeing her at her lowest.

Wondering if he really had to see the depths of a person like this.

Because it was too cruel to treat her, who was just a plaything, so harshly in order to place her in the palm of his hand.

But the words she had to say were set.

“You.”

The man, who hadn’t moved at all, pulled her back only after seeing her cling to him.

After that, her body responded all too honestly to his fingertips.

Like someone who couldn’t even feel shame.

Flowers bloom over her twisting and breaking body every time the stinging sensation rises.

He left marks without missing a spot, as if marking his territory.

Only at the end did his touch soften.

As if satisfied with her answer.

Or as if giving a fitting reward to an obedient beast.

Even though the rough movements had softened, nothing had changed.

His face appeared blurry through her hazy consciousness.

Yet how sculpture-like you are, so beautiful and noble.

His touch, wiping away her saliva, was incomparably gentle.

She felt like laughing bitterly at his gentlemanly demeanor, which made it impossible to even imagine the cruelty of luring her here.

Just as she was about to color herself with self-mockery, the movements became rough again.

Of course, even when rough, it was incomparably gentle compared to the beginning.

He, who could manipulate and shake everything with just a fingertip, seemed like someone accustomed to such things.

Thinking that made her feel like crying, wondering how much more ridiculous she must look.

Her legs, which had instinctively curled up, were soon spread and restrained by his hand.

Startled by his approaching touch, her body flinched and words spilled out unconsciously.

“That’s enough now…”

If she had been in her right mind, she wouldn’t have said that.

It’s just… she didn’t have the capacity to care about such things.