EIITAB - Chapter 39 < I Will Trample And Destroy >
Even If It Is Trampled And Broken
He found this little woman in front of him funny. Aslan wondered if she knew what would happen to him in the future, so she was bluffing like this.
However, Hestia was not at all scared and continued to look up at him. But when Aslan still didn't move from the position she was in, she let out a sigh of relief.
".....!"
Aslan's eyes widened. This was because Hestia stretched out her arms and wrapped them around the back of his neck. As she gave her strength, Aslan's head fell so helplessly. In fact, he could have avoided being taken away. All he had to do was put a little bit of pressure on his neck and hold on.
Still, he didn't. He was just dragged along helplessly. It's like it's his destiny. The distance between the two became so close that Hestia's lightly exhaled breath tickled his skin. Even if he moves just a little from this position, their skin will definitely brush. In that state, Hestia kept provoking him.
But that voice no longer reached Aslan's ears. His golden pupils turned a dark color. He stared intently at Hestia's light pink lips as she kept trying to motivate him, not knowing that it was dangerous. Aslan wanted to devour her lips. Je wanted to cover those lips and swallow everything as they kept saying obnoxious things that were getting on his nerves. Not even knowing how shallow the strings of reason he was holding on to, she continued to provoke him.
"Because you don't seem courageous. I thought it would be better this way."
At Hestia's words, Aslan heard the sound of something snapping in his head. A cold sneer escaped his lips.
"Wow, that's crazy."
Aslan exhaled as if chewing, revealing the raw emotions he had been suppressing with patience. He stretched out his hand, and the ribbon knot on the dress Hestia was wearing was weakly undone.
"I'm warning you in advance, I won't stop in the middle."
"It's what I hoped for."
She smiled brightly.
"We'll see how long you can be so relaxed and confident."
Aslan's heart was shaken by that sight.
"You said you would give me the last of the Princess, so I gladly accept that offer. If I could kill you with my own hands, It would be quite profitable."
"....."
"From now on, your life is mine. So don't think about dying on your own."
"... All right."
As soon as Hestia finished answering, Aslan slightly twisted his head and swallowed Hestia like that. But the more he stayed, the thirstier he became. It seemed like he would never get over it. The persistent and deep kiss continued, and only after a long time did his lips part. Aslan looked down at Hestia again and spoke in a hoarse voice.
"I will trample and crush you."
"...If that's what you want."
In contrast to her feverish eyes, she was smiling.
'What's wrong about this woman?'
Aslan's fist gained strength. Why is everything so casual? He let out a long, heavy breath. In the end, this feeling of his heart being squeezed is him alone.
Thinking like that, Aslan became feverish.
'What am I in this woman's life?'
Hestia's face turned red as if she was out of breath, but she forced herself to open her mouth.
"I'll give you the last one."
He wanted to at least leave a scar on Hestia. Deep, very deep. Just as she did to him, he also did not want to be forgotten by Hestia, leaving behind an indelible scar.
Their relationship was irreparably broken a long time ago anyway. It seemed like she knew that too.
"That's what you want from me. Take it. I will die at any time."
Aslan's reason was cut off.
"Then you can wither and die by my side."
He scared Hestia. Even though her red-hot eyes were filled with tears, she fanned Aslan in her moans.
Aslan gritted his teeth. The twisted possessiveness could not be suppressed. Aslan wanted to press the bridge of this woman's nose.
'If this were a method, it would be a method.'
He always wanted revenge. This woman messed up his precious collar tee. He changed his mind and decided never to see her again. Just like that, the decision Aslan made changed for the first time.
'I have to have her.'
He couldn't hand her over to anyone. This, this woman was his own.
As he turned his mind, rationalization began faster than expected. He won't be bad. He breaks the wings of a small silver bird that tries to escape from the cage of the temple and the palace flies towards his world, and locks it in his own cage. Maybe it will be enough revenge in its own way.
Aslan will take her to Kalathi, the place the Southerners so fear, and let her spend the rest of her life. Until the death, he won't let her go.
The once stiff sheets gradually lose their strength and become flabby. The skin, which had been bloodless and white, suddenly became reddish as if the blood flow had returned and a peach blossom had bloomed.
Hestia was struggling without any time to catch her breath. It was harder than she thought. Aslan's face appeared in her blurry vision, wet with her tears. Other than the kiss that announced the beginning of their relationship, he never kissed her again...
'Why?'
Did she even listen to his inner thoughts? Aslan made eye contact. His golden eyes shone coldly.
"They said they couldn't even handle it."
Aslan sneered in a relaxed manner. Hestia couldn't understand why she was having such a hard time. So she impulsively raised her fingernails and tried to hurt him. She was a bit rebellious, but she couldn't even put a small scratch on his hard skin.
"I guess I still have some free time."
Even though they scratched each other as if they wanted to hurt each other, at some point they would comfort the other's scratches, and the night deepened like that.
Drowning in endless addiction.
***
Aslan looked down at Hestia, who was sleeping as if she had fainted, with indifferent eyes. The moon had long since disappeared behind the clouds, but Hestia's body was dazzlingly white.
Aslan, who had been watching her make his mark, pulled the blanket over her and covered it up to her neck as she cowered and trembled.
He hugged her several times, but why did the heat lurking inside him not go away and his desire not go away?
Aslan couldn't figure out why. Aslan barely took his eyes off Hestia and quietly stood up. The moment he put on his clothes and left the room, he was startled. That was because Dean was standing in front of the room with his eyes wide open. Aslan hurriedly closed the door to see what was inside the room and glared at his lieutenant with a frown.
"Are you crazy? Why are you standing here?"
Dean looked at Aslan with eyes full of dissatisfaction.
"If it were me, My Lord, wouldn't you be standing here?"
Aslan did not reply. But he couldn't hide his displeasure from his furrowed brow. Dean wouldn't take a single step until he answered something, so Aslan sighed and said.
"Let's move on first. What else can't I say here?"
To the words of his subordinate who did not hide his dissatisfaction, Aslan also responded with his face crumpled without mercy.
"Are you a pervert? Are you asking because you don't know?"
"..."
"If there's anything you want to hear, follow me. Or just keep standing there."
Aslan left him alone and took the first step, and Dean reluctantly followed him, scratching the back of his head. When Aslan moved to the study, Martin had already arrived.
"I see you, Your Excellency."
"What kind of big deal is this that you came to me in the middle of the night?"
Aslan grumbled a little and as soon as he sat down, he called Robert first.
"Yes, master. Did you call me?"
"Send someone to the palace. There is a maid taking care of the Princess. Please bring her here immediately."
Robert asked back in confusion.
"Yes? Are you talking about this hour?"
Aslan frowned.
"Why are you making me repeat what I said? Is there a maid in this mansion who will attend to the Princess right away? I don't have it, so go and get it."
"Oh, yeah..."
He was able to read many nuances between the lines. The old butler's face grew pale, and for the first time, he answered in a hushed voice. Aslan urged even though he clearly knew that his butler was agitated.
"ASAP. Before the Princess wakes up."
"Yes, Master. I will."
Robert, who managed to come to his senses, left the study with a polite bow.
Then it was Dean's turn. He opened his mouth as if he had been holding it in for a very long time.
"At the banquet at night, what on earth does this all mean? I heard wrong, right?"
"...."
"Even though I only had two drinks, I just drank expensive alcohol and got drunk faster than usual, so I heard something for nothing, right?"
But Aslan's mouth did not open. Dean asked, raising his voice even more impatiently.
"My Lord! Please answer me! Nothing happened inside, right?"
"Lower your voice. No one here is deaf."
Finally, Aslan frowned and answered in a quiet voice. But Dean couldn't hide his anger. And Aslan did not rebuke the rudeness. Dean, who had to lose his fiancee due to the war, was also a victim.
"What are you going to do! What on earth are you planning on doing?"
Dean took a deep breath and grabbed his head as if trying to calm his excitement.
"Your Excellency, then let me ask you one more question. You haven't forgotten who she is, right?"
"How can I forget that?"
Aslan answered with a calm expression. The tone barely changed, but Dean could feel that his mood had become significantly lower as the surrounding air suddenly lowered. Martin, who was the first to notice that Aslan was not feeling well, hit Dean's side with his elbow.
However, Dean, who is not very sensitive, did not notice and raised his voice repeatedly.
"But why didn't you know that woman...!"
"Shut up, Dean Felton."
Aslan's sharp gaze flew like an arrow and struck.
"Don't mention it carelessly."
That was a warning. Not the kind a superior would give to a lieutenant, but a warning from an animal trying to protect itself.
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