EIITAB - Chapter 104 < Unfair, But Greedy >
Even if it is Trampled and Broken
A dark night where not even the owls howl.
Aslan quietly entered the inner room. The snow that had accumulated on his coat fell down, leaving a dark wet mark where Aslan stood.
The butler who was waiting for him to return home quickly approached him and took his coat.
Aslan seemed to be about to call his servant, so Aslan lightly shook his head
"No need to make a fuss. Because I want to rest right away."
"All right, I have prepared water for you to wash."
Fatigue appeared on Aslan's face as he nodded silently.
Aslan, who was washing his face with a deep sigh, gently closed his eyes and asked the butler.
"What about Hestia?"
"She will sleep."
It was a loyal and polite answer, but that was not what Aslan wanted.
"No, that's not what I meant. What did she do today... No, It's done."
Aslan, who was about to elaborate his question further, paused for a moment.
It was a face that seemed somehow complicated on the inside.
Then Aslan briefly clicked his tongue into his mouth as if he was not going to ask anything, then waved his hand and bit the butler.
"You go and get some rest."
The butler, who was watching him, bowed his head.
"Please call me if you need anything at any time."
Aslan nodded half-heartedly and walked with long strides.
What he was trying to ask the butler earlier was no big deal.
Did Hestia eat well and how did she feel today?
He was curious about that sincerely.
He couldn't even understand how he felt.
'It's my mansion and my space.'
Why did he ask about Hestia's well-being as soon as he came in, and became curious about what she did while he was gone and how she was feeling?
And instead of being able to confidently ask directly what grand meaning there is, he peeked out of the corner of his eye like a thief.
Other than the increase in uninvited guests, he felt strangely anxious even though nothing had happened.
For the past few days, Aslan had felt like he was watching Hestia like a scared dog.
Because he didn't think Hestia was in a good mood.
'First of all, her sleep has definitely improved.'
As if he wanted to avoid reality. And he looked very tired.
Of course, Hestia did not show it outwardly. Because she tried hard not to reveal it, perhaps only Aslan noticed her abnormal condition.
'The reason is obvious.'
It must be because of Anette, the red-haired woman called the Saintess of Spring. Aslan quickly went up to the second floor, cursing at himself harshly, and hesitated for a moment in front of Hestia's room.
'I'm not waking you up for no reason, am I? 'I'll have to go in as quietly as possible.'
After the envoy arrived, Aslan was sharing the same room as Hestia.
He still vividly remembered the surprised expression Hestia had made when he first went to her room, wearing only his spittle.
'Aslan? What's going on at this hour? Do you have something to say to me?'
'No, I came to bed.'
'Yes? I beg your pardon? I think I heard it wrong.'
'You probably heard it right.'
'.... Are you going to sleep here?'
'Is there a problem?'
He entered Hestia's room as if it were his own and lay down on her bed.
'Why on earth?'
'There are a lot of eyes watching. I have no intention of advertising that we are a fake couple. So, please cooperate too. Unless you want to get caught and taken back to the capital.'
Hestia nodded as if she had finally understood his words regarding the delegation and pilgrimage group.
From that day on, the two's uncomfortable sleeping together began.
But nothing happened in that bed.
'It's also because the bed is so wide...!:
In essence, it could be said that it was because of the mission.
This is why the delegation that received a special order from Yorgos requested an inspection of the barrier that prevents the intrusion of demonic beasts.
Even though he thought he was very different and cursed harshly, Aslan went out to inspect every day with a delegation and three lieutenants.
Because of this, he was unable to handle any of his administrative work, do personal training, or even turn his body towards her introverted body while the sun was shining.
"Whoa...."
How long do they have to cater to Southerners?
Feeling that it was stuffy, Aslan turned around and went into his room.
After taking a bath in the private bathroom, he opened the connecting door wearing only a light robe.
Unlike his own cold bedroom, Hestia's room was dark but cozy.
As soon as he approached the bed, his eyes caught the eye of Hestia, who was sleeping soundly like a child.
"I don't know who will carry me."
Aslan, who was laughing unconsciously, covered his lips with his big hand.
He felt unfamiliar with himself smiling so much in this space.
He laid his body down on her bed, trying not to wake her, swallowing his sighs as he did so.
He was so tired from riding the horse all day and pounding his head all the time that he felt like he was going to fall asleep at any moment, but strangely enough, he couldn't sleep.
He quietly moved his large body and turned to face Hestia.
The clothes he was wearing were so thin that his thin body was clearly visible through the fabric.
"Hmm."
Suddenly, Hestia's body turned towards Aslan.
She had narrowed her eyebrows as if she was having some unpleasant dream.
Aslan saw that fine hair was sticking to her forehead. At that moment, the folds of her neck rose and fell in a slow but large motion.
'Damn it.'
Before he could stop it, a rush of heat engulfed him.
He wants to hug her.
But he hesitated.
Rather, he thought that the first time when it was difficult to make up his mind was easy.
After that, it became difficult to touch Hestia anymore.
It was as obvious as seeing fire. That he will indulge her the moment he touches her.
It seemed like she was so engrossed in it, forgetting everything about her except herself. Just like that, she seemed to forget even him.
Aslan somewhat impulsively extended his hand towards the sleeping Hestia.
All his muscles were tense and bulging as if he were lifting something heavy.
He covers her hair with a very careful hand, afraid that she might wake up, and traces her line down.
Straight temples, earlobes, neck, hollow clavicle, and forearms without any flesh at all.
Sometimes, his touch tickled her and she twitched in her sleep.
Then, when he reached her slender waist, he couldn't bear to go any further, so he took his hand away and balled it into a fist.
His bones stood out white as if they were about to pierce his thick skin.
Aslan stopped, unable to inhale or exhale the breath that had accumulated from deep inside.
He felt a little resentful of Hestia, who was just sleeping peacefully, completely unaware of his own troubles.
Aslan looked at her for a moment longer, then gently closed and opened his eyes to swallow his desire, and then quietly raised his body.
He looked at Hestia's face covered in his own shadow with sunken eyes and quietly called out to her.
'Hestia!'
A woman who is like a hangnail under his fingernails.
He tries to force himself to ignore her, but she makes him look back again, much to his annoyance.
He did so, so he dared to rip it open and cut himself.
'Hestia'
Can so many emotions pass through one short name?
Ecstasy, shame, anger, hatred.
And yet again, and again, again, again.
Aslan wrinkled his face as if in pain and hid his expression with his large hands.
He should hate her.
Because of that woman, his own father, his teacher, his close vassals...
He tried to teach himself hatred over and over again, but he knew it was no use anymore.
Aslan no longer felt the same anger as before.
No, a greater emotion than that consumed Aslan.
A feeling he always tried to ignore and not be aware of.
"Hestia, what should I do?"
Questions with no intention of seeking an answer impulsively slipped out of his lips and wandered around aimlessly.
Aslan wanted to find. A way to avoid this feeling that burns him like wildfire.
But he couldn't find it. So he has only one choice.
Accepting it.
Finally, again.
'No, still!'
That he loves her.
Hestia's silver hair, like the cold moonlight, breaks in his grasp.
If he pulls her towards him like this, Hestia will wake up.
If that happens, he will embrace her.
As Aslan faces those eyes of hers, who don't know how to avoid him and who always come straight at him, he will occupy the deepest part of her.
It's unfair, but greedy.
'I won't be able to control myself.'
A hot sigh flowed out.
Aslan tried to close his eyes to suppress the impulse, but all that came to mind were purple eyes.
Looking closely at Hestia's eyes, which resembled the color of grapes, he felt as if he could smell the scent of ripe fruit.
It's like a fragrant, strong liquor that feels like it's too much, but keeps him craving more and more.
So on his first night with her, he couldn't control himself and started driving like he was drunk.
The image of Hestia, who was struggling and disheveled under him, with her white skin turning red like a rose petal, kept coming back to him like a ghost, making his mouth burn.
Asian scratched his neck with his angry hands.
He knew better than anyone else that no matter how much dry saliva he swallowed, his thirst would not be quenched.
Instead of waking Hestia, Aslan let go of her hair and quietly lifted his body out of the bed.
He was in a state of passion as if he had been thrown into the throes of hellfire, but the place Aslan was heading was not the bathroom or the window, but in front of the fireplace.
The shadow of the flames covered his face, hiding the desires that arose in his mind.
Aslan picked up a dry wood and threw it as food for the fire.
It would get hotter, but it was okay.
Because he's himself and somehow he can survive another night.
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