The moment she heard that, Beril narrowed her eyes.
“That is…!”
As if he was speaking of choosing one of the three to satisfy greed, or some other desire.
It was not that. Swearingly, it was just the wish to live.
She was about to flare up.
“I am glad it was not a bad choice.”
Belede spoke nonchalantly. Then, as their eyes met, he tilted his head as if puzzled.
“What is wrong with choosing your own path… ah.”
He narrowed his eyes.
“Perhaps in the temple, showing such desires… is that how they teach you?”
“…”
Beril looked at him and slowly nodded her head.
Even if she wanted to leave the temple, no matter how detestable the priests were, what was horribly ingrained in her head was the things they had taught and brainwashed her with for half her life.
If possible, she wanted to scrape it out of her head.
“It may be so in the temple, but not in Vain.”
He kissed the tip of her nose. When she flinched at the sudden warmth, his words gently comforted her.
“Vain does not teach to suppress desires. There must be something you want to have in order to progress. You also carry the name of Vain, so forget about the temple.”
“But.”
“You came as a saint, do you not mean to say no?”
It wasn’t… Beril couldn’t answer, and Belede’s laughter deepened.
“Now you are Beril von Vain. Moreover, you did say that to me. That you want to learn how to desire.”
The lips that were tickling her nose caught her upper lip. He penetrated slightly opened mouth and let out a low chuckle.
“Learn all you want. The only thing that concerns me is, them and I…”
In your heart. His fingertips smoothly climbed her arm and touched just above her collarbone.
To the point where it might seem like an invasion, where a ticklish sensation was blooming.
“That to you, there seems to be so little difference that it twists your gut.”
—Whew.
For a moment, Beril thought the lights in the room had dimmed.
Magic… The feeling of being numbly pressed all over was unmistakably magic.
Because she was a saint, she knew it.
“I may like to think and choose about the future, but I don’t think impulse is wrong… what do you think?”
He slowly leaned his body. As his fiery and ardent gaze momentarily withdrew, feeling as though their eyes had met till the very end.
A hot sensation touched the place where his hand had been.
“……!”
To her, who let out a short breath, Belede spoke again.
“Impulse sometimes teaches me what I want. Especially when it comes to stimulating those who have suppressed desires, nothing’s better than impulse.”
A dense warmth left something behind like a stain where it had fallen. His finger gently swept her lower lip.
“Especially, Beril, for people like you who are suppressed.”
“I…”
It was true that she had been suppressed in the temple. They had taught her not to want anything.
“Who said a saint has no desire? The god who chose you as a saint? Or the god they created?”
He said with a sneer.
“To those who want the future, everyone has desires. To say not to desire is to say not to think about the future. In other words.”
It’s like saying you’ve been used, and when you become worthless, you’ll be thrown away.
Those words seemed to be imprinted white in Beril’s head.
It was exactly what she had felt. The priests behaved as if they did not think she had a future. A consumable or a tool. That was the real position of a saint in their minds.
“You must have desires too. You’ve just forgotten how to desire, as you said.”
His hand supported her neck. As their bodies got closer, the two intertwined.
His knee caught the soft fabric that was pouring down. More prominent than the sound of the cloth sliding, sareuk, was.
The heat.
Heat that neither knew whether it came from him or her. A damp heat.
“The priests may not have wanted to understand.”
At his words, Beril unwittingly nodded her head.
The one who first acknowledged my desire was Belede. She couldn’t refuse him, who spoke as if he knew everything, as if she was bewitched.
He leaned a little closer to her with a low chuckle. A damp heat traced his skin, as if confined to his knee.
“Heh.”
And as he pressed further, she unconsciously grabbed the cloth, feeling a tingling sensation for the first time.
Her slightly lifted leg was unable to move, as if tied due to the fabric pinned under his body.
He grinned and slightly lifted her body.
Ahh, she let out a short breath without knowing, realizing how consumed she had been with heat.
Only after being lifted did she realize the spot where she had been lying was hot.
And before she fully realized it, her body was lifted onto the gently supporting pillow.
–Sigh.
The sensation of her dress skirt flaring up and settling down was clear.
“No matter how influential the temple is in the empire, I hate the temple.”
Belede, who had been focusing on the same spot, said.
“They make people unable to live like humans.”
His hot hand touched her knee where the dress had been lifted. The hand that had encircled her round knee moved up, touching behind it.
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
