EIITAB - Chapter 55 < I Will Move My Residence >
Even if it is Trampled and Broken
She chewed her lower lip with a somber look on her face. Hestia hesitated and tried to speak in a half-hoarse voice.
"The second condition I thought of was..."
The sight was somehow uncomfortable. Aslan's eyebrows lifted upward.
'What on earth are you talking about that's taking this long?'
He looked at Hestia and then quickly looked away.
'Shit. Why are you chewing it out like that today?'
Her red lips, swollen as if she would bleed at any moment, were so appetizing. Aslan touched the area around his neck with rough movements, as if squeezing it. Even in this situation, he was dumbfounded at himself for continuing to desire Hestia.
'Should I at least open the window?'
He wondered if getting some cold air would clear his mind. But Aslan soon realized that there was no need for anything.
"I spoke to you once in the capital last time...."
Hestia spoke slowly, sounding unsure.
"You, the woman... You can keep her next to you."
Even though she was just saying out loud what Ilshe had been thinking about the whole time, it felt like ice-cold water was pouring down from the top of her head and a sharp north wind was hitting jer cheek.
Meanwhile, Aslan clenched the flesh inside his mouth. In an instant, all the passion that had caused him to fall into hell and flounder a moment ago cooled down. He wrinkled his face and tried to squeeze his voice out.
What on earth is that little head thinking? What kind of bastard mistress is this? So is she planning to leave him and meet another bastard?
In that short period of time, countless questions popped into his head. However, the words that actually came out from his lips were only one word.
"...... What?"
It was a truly terrifying voice. Aslan, he wondered if he could make a voice like this. So Hestia must have been appalled as she listened. Her small, delicate body trembled as she lowered her gaze, unable to meet her eyes.
"That is....."
Hestia was weighed down by Aslan's energy. Normally, no matter how angry he was, he would have given her a chance to catch her breath.
But Aslan didn't have the time to think about such things now. He felt again what it was like to be angry all the way to his head. Both times, through a woman named Hestia. Damn it.
"Why are you talking about that again?"
He muttered a low curse word between his teeth. A fire appeared in his eyes as he glared at Hestia. Meanwhile, Hestia was equally devastated. She, too, didn't want to say this out of her mouth.
Like it or not, she lived as a Saintess in the temple. It is said that she lived under strict discipline for nearly 10 years. No matter how much she vows to live a different life from before, there are some things she cannot easily change. For Hestia, this topic was like that.
Every time she thought of the word 'mistress', she couldn't help the uncomfortable feeling that stirred inside her. So she just wanted to finish the story quickly. She swallowed dry saliva and let out a trembling voice.
"I don't forget that you didn't get married because you love me. I know my subject well. Therefore... That's why I said it."
Hestia continued each word with difficulty.
"By you marrying me, I can escape from the royal family and the temple. I'm sure I get it, but you don't. In some ways, the loss would be greater."
She kept feeling thirsty. And it felt like a sharp sword was cutting into her heart. But she couldn't stop talking now.
"If you already have someone special, I'll move. Because you don't necessarily want to live in my true nature... I'll live without you noticing, so it's okay if you give me a quiet place."
"What.....!"
A sharp, frosty laugh escaped Aslan's lips. He uncrossed his arms and let out a long sigh, running his hand through his black hair. His smooth forehead was wrinkled, and his dark eyebrows were also very angry.
"That's very generous of you."
At his cruel sarcasm, Hestia raised her head and looked at Aslan.
"It's okay to hang out with another woman. You truly are like a Saintess."
Finally, she caught the sight of him twisting his face fiercely and looking at her, smiling.
"And I know very well what kind of guy you see me as."
Aslan let out a series of long, heavy breaths and twisted the corner of his mouth.
"By the way. You seem to be misunderstanding something."
"......?"
Hestia looked at him with her trembling eyes.
"Why are you angry?'
Since he is a person who hates her, she thought he would welcome this suggestion. He has a personality that is close to myeloid, and he is located in the northern part of the Island. So, she thought he wouldn't hug a woman he didn't like twice.
Moreover, Aslan doesn't even believe in God. She did not want to force him to follow the rules of the sacred marriage vows. So Hestia couldn't understand.
Aslan moistened his dry lips several times as if he really didn't know why he was so angry. Every time the red tongue appeared like that. Aslan got angry again. Aslan felt as if the devil had swallowed him up.
He wanted to immediately fill Hestia's mind with those useless thoughts and prevent her from thinking about anything else. Aslan barely suppressed his vicious impulse and opened his mouth.
"Hestia."
The violet eyes, which had been shaking slightly, trembled greatly.
Just hearing her name made her feel hot inside. It felt like fire was rising from her throat and engulfing her face.
Suddenly Aslan stood up. The distance between the two immediately narrowed, and Aslan blocked Hestia's sides with his arms as if trapping her small head.
"... Why are you like this?"
Hestia in Aslan's large body, she felt like it was hitting her like a tidal wave. She cowered, holding her breath, like a deer draping her long neck before her beast. The shadow he cast over her was so threatening.
Aslan looked down at her for a moment with his sunken eyes, then slowly lowered her head. Before she knew it, Aslan's lips were next to her ear. Every time his hot breath touched Hestia, she fell into the illusion that Aslan was holding her, just like that night.
Aslan continued to touch Hestia's ear with his lips in a very seductive, low voice.
"It looks like you put some thought into it, right?"
From Hestia's point of view, it couldn't help but be a very strange sound. She stammered, holding her sweat-covered hands tightly together.
"Well, what is that... Do you mean it?"
Aslan chuckled. Hestia's thin hair fluttered aimlessly under his breath. As if all the nerves of her body were concentrated on that cheek, Hestia's skin sensitively accepted the slight movement. She looked like a cat with all its hair standing on end. A prey that Aslan can overpower at any time if he puts his mind to it.
Aslan looked at Hestia with predatory eyes and admired Hestia's vigilance in a very relaxed manner.
"I'm asking if you're hitting the player because you don't want to be hugged by me."
Hestia's face heated up.
"What are you talking about? I'm not like that..."
She tried to say no, but she was speechless for a moment. This is why Aslan's fingers started fiddling with his earlobe without any warning. The subtle gestures gradually expanded their scope.
His fingertips slowly moved along the lines as if tracing Hestia's face.
"But what should I do with this?"
Without waiting for Hestia to respond, he continued speaking in a slow tone.
"I'm going to hug you."
He chuckled, his golden eyes shining. At that moment, Hestia's breath stopped. It was because Aslan said that he would hug her again. She no longer knew the meaning of those words. She was reminded of his warm embrace again. Heat rushed to her face, and her voice didn't come out as well as she expected.
"Why..."
Aslan twitched his lips at the weak voice that seemed as it would break away at any moment. It was because he completely misunderstood that Hestia was embarrassed because he had read her mind.
"You probably didn't ask me to marry you without knowing, right? Th wife has a duty to take responsibility for her husband's lust."
He added quietly in a very upset voice.
"And that way, I think you'll suffer more."
Hestia's lips closed in response to an unexpected answer.
'If that's the case, it's a success.'
Hestia smiled forlornly, muttering to herself something she couldn't tell him. It would be better if it was because he like her body or because he is a playboy. Hestia thought that if he had done that, her heart wouldn't have hurt so much.
Hestia swallowed his sigh. It occurred to her that Aslan embracing her out of simple revenge would be something he could not do to his lover.
'It's enough for me to get hurt.'
In order to change Aslan's mind, she tried to persuade him, however weakly.
"You made me... "
You don't like it... Huh."
Aslan nodded his head as if there was no time to think about it, and he answered right away. At his actions, Hestia clenched her fists without realizing it.
"And yet... You can hug me again?"
It was like a crying voice as if it had now rested. Unlike her, who asked with a heavy heart, Aslan answered lightly, as if he were flying.
"Then, that day, did I hug you because I loved you?"
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