Mikaela entered the bathroom where El was and paused for a while.
The three brothers of the Mosteros family gathered in the reception room and waited for Mikaela and El.
“Why isn’t sister coming?”
“She must be taking a little time.”
Finally, Rielo, who had returned to human form, stood timidly at the entrance of the reception room, glancing around.
He rolled his blue and cold eyes, puffing his cheeks that still had traces of baby fat.
As Rielo was fidgeting, Lapellian and Briel’s heads turned simultaneously, both elegantly sipping tea.
Bathed in the lazily descending evening sun, the eyes of the three men fixed on Mikaela as she entered the reception room.
“What are you all looking at?”
Mikaela snapped, taking a seat in the main seat prepared in the reception room.
As she settled down, Lapellian lifted the teapot himself and asked,
“What do you mean?”
“You were going to wash her yourself… good heavens.”
Mikaela shook her head, as if the notion was absurd.
“What happened?”
“You, that child, no, was it El? Anyway, El, what are you thinking about her?”
Mikaela asked, staring intently at her sibling’s face.
It was a question stemming from curiosity about whether there was any other intention.
“I think of her as someone I owe and must repay faithfully. What else could there be?”
Lapellian replied slowly, pouring the tea.
There was a tone of surprise in his voice, wondering why such a question was asked.
‘She seems to have no other thoughts, but there might be something else. She’s so good at hiding her inner feelings.’
Mikaela thought, scrutinizing Lapellian, and shifted the topic of the conversation slightly.
“I knew it the moment I saw her.”
“What?”
Briel and Rielo were equally curious, and the twins asked simultaneously.
Mikaela glanced at Lapellian and spoke as if she had caught him off guard.
“That she’s a girl.”
“What?”
Lapellian, who seemed unflappable, was taken aback.
A loud noise came from the teapot he was putting down.
“It was the same when these guys were little.”
Lapellian’s gaze fell on Briel and Rielo.
Though the twins had become more masculine now, they were still pretty.
Especially Rielo, who looked more like Mikaela than his twin Briel, had the softest and prettiest face among the three brothers.
Not only Briel and Rielo were like that.
When Lapellian was born, he looked so much like Mikaela that people thought he was her sister.
Now, of course, he had grown into a cool and handsome man, but still.
Anyway, the Mosteros family’s beauty was famous throughout the empire, regardless of gender.
“She’s a girl.”
“I see. She felt similar to these guys when they were young, so I thought she was a boy.”
“And calling her a child at that.”
“What……”
“Apparently, she’s seventeen this year. Her birthday’s in January, so she’ll soon be eighteen. She’ll be an adult next year. And you were going to wash her, a grown lady, yourself.”
“Oh……”
Lapellian was more embarrassed about El being seventeen than her being a girl.
In human years, seventeen could mean engagement, even marriage, for a noble.
It was an age closer to adulthood than childhood.
‘If El were a human, she would be only a year younger than me. What have I done?’
Lapellian rubbed his neck, feeling a wave of embarrassment.
The spot he touched turned a hot red.
“The frame of a boy and girl is different from the bones. If you had looked more closely, you would have noticed right away.”
“I must apologize.”
“But she looked too young for her age, so it was understandable.”
It was fun to see her embarrassed sibling, but Mikaela thought it best not to tease him any further and wrapped up the joke.
Lapellian gave an awkward smile and then turned his gaze towards the entrance at a faint sound.
“Lord.”
Irina, who had just entered the reception room, stood in an unusual, hesitant posture.
“Ah, you’re here. What did Melson say?”
There were bruises and contusions, but they said there were no serious injuries. They said it would be fine if I applied some medicine.
“Thank goodness.”
When Mikaela’s question drew everyone’s attention to Irina, Lapellian’s gaze was behind Irina.
There was El, the cause of Irina’s awkward posture.
Soon Mikaela, wearing clothes larger than her own body, gestured behind Irina toward El on the Batu line.
“El, come here.”
El, who had been behind Irina, only peeked out her eyes.
El rolled her eyes to scan the reception room and took a look around.
‘How did I end up…….’
El, who was still bewildered and incredulous to be treated this way, hesitated to move.
“El, go on.”
Irina gently pushed El, who couldn’t easily move.
“Oh, yes? Ah. Yes!”
El, still not used to her new name, was stunned, then suddenly came to her senses. She looked up at Irina, feeling itchy and shy to be called by her decent name, and hesitated before stepping forward.
However, she took only a few steps forward and couldn’t go any further, freezing in place.
“If you stare at me like that, it’s embarrassing. Everyone, avert your eyes.”
Mikaela, leaning back in her chair, haughtily commanded.
Male lead fell into her trap — and shattered when she walked away
This is also on my reread list!
This one is a slow burn, but when it burns, it burns hard.
Definitely worth a read, y’all!
The story follows a thousand-year-old seductive spirit who, on a bet, sets out to charm the male lead—a once-promising but unfortunate cultivator.
But just when she succeeds in making him fall for her, she heartlessly leaves, driving him to madness.
Determined to find her at all costs, he captures her, keeping her by his side no matter what, even if she hates him.
I love this kind of trope—I enjoy watching the male lead suffer in agony.
The ending drags a bit with unnecessary filler, but that’s fine.
As long as I enjoy the beginning, I’m good.
Intro
As an enchantress, Su Heng possesses captivating eyes and charming beauty, easily manipulating the joys and sorrows of living beings at her fingertips.
But to enchant a god, making him taste the bitterness of love’s separation, long-lasting resentment, unattainable desires, and inability to let go…
Do you dare?
Su Heng assists a divine lord in his cultivation, aiming to make him experience all the sufferings of love, so that he can attain the Great Dao.
Only after being chased down from the heavens by the divine lord, confined and completely possessed by him, does she realize how successful she has been.
The once gentle and polite youth has transformed into someone she no longer recognizes.
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