Ordinary… what?

I realized the meaning even before I could ask myself.

Wanting to feel ordinary without using my healing power was far more stimulating than saying I wanted pleasure accompanied by healing power.

Of course, I knew Edan liked me not because of my healing power, but… his words just now seemed to give me certainty.

That Edan cherished me not because of my healing power, but because he genuinely saw me for myself.

That we could be like ordinary lovers, for whom healing power didn’t matter.

“Latie.”

Edan called my name once more, calmly.

His voice was low but tender. Meeting his affectionate gaze, I slowly let my healing power subside.

As the bright pink light that had filled the room completely faded, the warm glow from the fireplace logs and the cool moonlight blended together, leaving the surroundings dimly lit.

Edan smiled faintly, seemingly satisfied, then swiftly undid all his buttons and quickly tossed his shirt aside.

Standing with his back to the reddish light, Edan’s body was fully visible—his well-built, firm muscles and slender waistline clearly exposed.

My gaze trailed from his collarbone and shoulders, down his abdomen, to the prominent iliac crest veined with pulsing blood.

Lately, I’d casually nestled into that broad chest, but seeing it with my own eyes felt entirely different.

Breathing deeply at the sight of his spine-chillingly sexy physique, I lifted my head and met Edan’s eyes.

“You done looking?”

Edan, gazing down at me with relaxed eyes, chuckled softly and swept his hair back.

“So, is it okay to pounce now?”

His lightly teasing words instantly banished my sleepiness—even though just hours ago I’d been so exhausted and drained that I’d fallen asleep. Yet, with just one sentence from Edan, the fatigue pressing down on my entire body melted away like snow.

But was I the only one tense? Why was he so composed? His leisurely demeanor, calmly observing me as I stared at him, slightly annoyed me.

I’m trembling and nervous, and Edan’s so unnervingly calm. So, with my face flushed crimson, I retorted,

“What are you talking about? I haven’t seen everything. You haven’t even shown me all of it yet.”

Not a lie—he was still decently dressed below the waist.

At my provocative remark, Edan’s eyes curved beautifully.

“Don’t worry, Latie.”

Edan called me softly, seductively, then slipped effortlessly under the covers.

Before I could even react to the unfamiliar sensation of our touching skin, he cupped my cheek and gently laid me back.

“I’ll show you everything. And I promise I’ll exceed your expectations.”

It wasn’t worry making me tense—but before I could protest, Edan’s lips met my collarbone.

“…Mmmh!”

His lips, scorching as if biting into flesh, slowly trailed upward along my neck.

His tongue licked every inch of my skin as if savoring something delicious, passed my jawline, and soon reached my lips.

The calm, composed Edan from moments ago vanished completely—replaced by urgent, rough movements.

Overwhelmed by the intense stimulation, as if pinned beneath a massive beast, I instinctively threaded my fingers through his hair. Silky, golden strands slipped between my fingers.

His relentless exploration of my mouth and increasingly ragged breaths sent my heart pounding wildly.

No matter how hard I tried to appear composed and calm, I couldn’t. My unfocused eyes wandered the ceiling until a shadow fell over my face.

In that fleeting moment, his crimson eyes met mine with a tender, smiling glance. Simultaneously, Edan’s smooth lips descended again to meet mine.

A soft sensation pressed insistently into my mouth.

By now, even Edan’s breathing had lost its composure.

His irregular, ragged breaths—unheard of under normal circumstances—seductively invaded my ears.

Strangely, it felt thrillingly good.

The same Edan who always appeared calm and collected, even when facing monsters dozens of times larger than himself, could be so utterly undone… because of me.

Savoring the shivers of euphoria, I squeezed my eyes shut. Warm, soft heat tangled together as our breathless, dizzying kisses invaded each other’s mouths.

“Latie, Latieana…”

Even as his kisses alternated between gentle and rough, urgent and fierce as if devouring me, Edan caressed my cheeks as tenderly as handling a precious gem.

Relentlessly licking and rubbing every spot as if determined not to miss a single inch, Edan slowly lifted his head.

“Don’t be scared. I’ll be careful.”

A serene smile rested on the face I loved so dearly.

“I-I mean it? Really?”

“Mm-hmm.”

Edan chuckled softly and gave a small nod, sliding his long arm behind my neck.

Pulling me close, trapping me securely in his embrace, he bent his head and kissed me again. Then, moving his lips slowly, he whispered gently against my ear,

“But that doesn’t mean I’ll go easy on you.”

At that instant, goosebumps erupted across my entire body.

Edan’s raw, unfiltered skin pressed against me, vividly, overwhelmingly.

***

I thought I’d passed out from exhaustion—but when I gently opened my eyes, Edan was still holding me tightly.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as his hand tenderly brushed my sweat-dampened forehead and cheeks—then promptly drifted back into unconsciousness.

I woke again vaguely midway—but since the curtains blocked all sunlight, the room remained dim and shadowy.

“Ugh… E-Edan.”

I was practically collapsing from sleepiness, yet Edan was still wide awake, hovering above me.

We’d shared countless heated kisses—so many I’d lost count—and our ragged breaths had mingled thickly throughout the room.

Droplets of sweat glistened along his silky hair, which brushed softly against my forehead.

Even that sight was so beautiful—I wanted to throw all my strength into hugging him tightly, if only I could.

But I was already spent. I barely lifted my hand to weakly stroke his cheek. Edan smiled beautifully, as if that small gesture alone satisfied him completely.

“Latie, you’re my everything.”

His confession, delivered in a voice brimming with warmth, flooded my mind, overflowing with fulfillment.

When I regained consciousness again, the curtains had been drawn open.

Moonlight, as usual, softly spilled through the window.

Unintentionally, I’d spent the entire day in this room—and night had fallen once more.

The body heat that had pressed constantly against me was gone—but I didn’t feel cold. The logs in the fireplace burned brightly, radiating comforting warmth.

I sat up and glanced around.

As expected, Edan was nowhere to be seen. Instead, beside the fireplace on the table sat a steaming bowl of soup, a strawberry cake piled high with cream, and luscious-looking grapes—displayed proudly as if to say, “Look what I made.”

Only then did I feel hunger. I picked up the small mirror on the bedside table. My hair, neatly brushed before sleep last night, was now a tangled, sweat-soaked mess.

“Good heavens…”

I hastily raked my fingers through my tousled hair. At that moment, the bathroom door opened, and Edan appeared.

“You’re awake?”

Judging by the water dripping from his hair, he’d just finished showering—wrapped only in a large towel around his waist.

The sight of his thick, powerful arms and firm chest muscles instantly sent my previously calm heart racing again.

Droplets of water slid from his hair, trickling down his chest and over his abdomen.

In that instant, every memory flooded back into my mind.

The raw, relentless friction that left me dizzy; Edan’s fierce, unrestrained movements.

I’d grown increasingly accustomed to Edan—until finally, I forgot all shame and clung to him helplessly.

Too exhausted yet pleasurably overwhelmed, I hadn’t even noticed tears streaming from the corners of my eyes—yet Edan truly hadn’t let up.

It’s unfair! He performed unbelievably well for a first-timer—and his stamina? What even is that?!

Frantically thrusting, then leisurely teasing, then charging forward like a madman again… In my hazy, delirious state, I ended up doing all sorts of things! Of course, Edan initiated most of them—and ultimately, I enjoyed it—but still!

Burning with embarrassment, I abruptly turned my head away.

But Edan boldly stepped closer, gently grasped my chin, turned my face back toward him, and locked eyes with me.

“What’s wrong?”

Seeing his freshly washed, clean, glowing face only made me more embarrassed.

This man moved more than I did—or rather, Edan was practically the only one moving at all!

“Why are you avoiding me?”

“Don’t look. I’m… a little embarrassed right now…”

Unable to meet his gaze, I shrank back—but Edan casually kissed me and said,

“What’s embarrassing? I already told you—you’re beautiful.”

“That’s exactly why I’m asking—why do you always say I’m beautiful when I look like this?!”

“Because you are.”

“…”

Sometimes I wonder if Edan lacks objectivity.

It’s like he operates purely on personal preference—if he likes it, nothing else matters. No matter how disheveled I am, if it pleases him, he simply doesn’t care.

“I’m going to shower now.”

“Mm.”

Edan readily sat up, as if encouraging me.

I scanned the floor beneath the bed, searching for my slippers—but Edan suddenly bent down and scooped me up princess-style.

“Kyaa! What are you doing?!”

“You said you’re going to wash up.”

“Y-You’re going to carry me all the way to the bathroom?! You don’t have to go that far!”

“You’re too weak. I’ll wash you.”

What are you talking about?! I’m drenched in sweat and a complete mess right now! And I absolutely refuse to let you see me in this shamefully naked state!

I curled up tightly, burying myself against his chest to hide as much as possible.

“I still have enough energy for that—put me down!”

“Your words and actions contradict each other completely.”

“Whatever they are!”

“No.”

Edan took a firm step forward and added one more sentence:

“I’ll keep washing you from now on—so get used to it.”