ICTV - Chapter - 97
I change The Villain
Two thin arms wrapped around Belial's neck. A sloshing sound was heard for a while.
Belial only looked away after my face turned bright red. At one point, I was lying down with my head on the sofa. Rose looked up at Belial while breathing irregularly. And I realized once more that I was not wrong.
Even today, his blue eyes were shining darkly, like an endless abyss, Iike a beast that wanted to swallow its prey whole if possible.
I could feel how strong the possessiveness was just by looking at his eyes. But I still wasn't scared.
"Rose..."
Belial burled his face in my collarbone. One by one, red marks began to grow, matching my name, Rose. Even the fact that he has a lot of possessiveness can be beautiful and lovable.
I burst out laughing without even realizing it.
"Why are you smiling?"
"Because I love you so much."
Belial, who was about to bite my flesh again, stopped. I became puzzled.
"Me?"
"Yes. You really are adorable no matter what you do."
"..."
Belial stood up. Are we stopping this here?
I grabbed Belial's arm.
"Hey, Belial?"
"...I forgot to wash."
"Then are you going to wash up and finish what you were doing?"
"No."
Belial removed my arm.
"It's late. You should sleep. You said you felt like you needed 10 hours of sleep to get enough sleep."
At those words, I looked blankly at Belial and asked.
"What are you afraid of?"
At that question, Belial's steps toward the bathroom stopped.
"What are you talking about, Rose?"
Bellal turned and made eye contact with me. Belial said with the most absurd face in the world.
"There's no way something like that could happen to me, not to anyone else."
"...Yes."
"I'm just worried you might be tired. Now, go ahead and sleep."
Belial picked me up with his own hands and carried me to the bed.
After carefully covering himself with the blanket. Belial headed back to the bathroom. I gritted my teeth as I looked at Belial's back, becoming one with the bed in a matter of seconds.
"Belial."
I jumped up and ran after Belial. The situation quickly went back to square one.
Belial, who was about to take off his jacket, asked with his tired face.
"...Why are you chasing me?"
"I know, right. Why did I follow you?"
"Hmm.."
Belial spoke mischievously on purpose.
"Do you really want to wash with me?"
I answered with an expressionless expression.
"Yes, that's right."
"I thought you would say no. Come back quickly... yes?"
I took a step closer to Belial.
"Let's wash it like nothing else."
"..."
"I'll push you back."
Bang. Belial quickly closed its doors. I clenched my fist and knocked on the door repeatedly.
"Wait, Belial. You don't want to shower with me?"
Instead of an answer, the sound of washing began to be heard. But I did not give up and kept knocking on the door.
"Then give me one more kiss. Then I'll go and sleep first. You can do that much, right?"
Squeak.
Finally, the door opened. Belial was seen through the crack in the door. Water droplets fell. I was momentarily stunned.
His damp hair was sticking to his hardback, and his already clean skin looked even more transparent due to the water droplets.
He looks just like a mermaid.
The moment I unconsciously thought about it, Belial spoke with a somewhat tired expression.
"You promised."
I nodded. Belial lowered his upper body. As our bodies overlapped, my thin underwear instantly became damp. I lowered my head to my slit.
At some point, Belial was holding my hand. I moved my fingers. Our fingers were intertwined like tree branches.
I lightly licked the water droplets running down Belial's arm.
"Still don't want to shower together?"
"... You really are a genius at driving people crazy."
Belial grabbed my arm. With a soft click, the lock turned and the bathroom door was locked.
***
Yes. The water in the bathtub overflowed and spilled onto the floor.
The servant asked tremblingly.
"How do you feel, Master? Is the water temperature right?"
"..."
Edgar, who was sitting in the bathtub, did not say anything and brushed his hair. The servant continued to look at Edgar.
"Shall I pour more hot water? Where are you uncomfortable?"
Edgar responded with an expressionless face.
"What do people think now?"
"Yes?"
Edgar threw his head back. There were still faint bruises on Edgar's face. Edgar asked again.
"Now people are asking what I think about this."
"Of course, everyone is on your side!"
The servant shouted passionately.
"Everyone is criticizing the heinous Duke Serenity. The imperial family is also interested in this matter. If you wish, I will help you prepare for trial right away...!"
Tsk, Edgar clicked his tongue before the servant finished speaking.
"You're on my side?"
"... Young Master?"
"Still. I can't deny that it's a good thing."
Even the imperial family, which was friendly at first, began to look upon hi. with increasing influence...
Edgar turned his head.
"Everyone knows nothing."
"Young Master. What on earth does that mean...."
Even before the servant finished speaking, Edgar issued an order to congratulate the guests.
"Get out."
"Yes?"
"Get out."
Edgar's voice was as eerily soft as usual, but the content was anything but Sharp.
The servant hurried out of the bathroom.
Edgar stretched out his hand and wrapped it around his neck. Light flashed from his fingertips for a moment and then disappeared completely. As the light faded, Edgar lowered his hand again. There was still a handprint on his neck.
"..."
The divine power, which was already unstable, became even more unstable. But Edgar wasn't sad. Rather, he thought it was a natural thing.
Edgar buried his face in his knees..l
"Rose."
Edgar muttered the name softly. That beautiful red hair and green eyes. She has a personality similar to his own.
However, the seat next to that person was already occupied by someone else, and although he confessed late, that person did not even give him a glance.
Edgar remembered. The image of Rose just looking at Belial from beginning to end. He muttered.
"It was my first time loving someone."
Tuk.
The water droplets that had accumulated at the end of the bathtub fell onto the floor.
"We kept running into each other, so I couldn't help but think it was fate."
Tuk.
The water droplets that had accumulated at the end of the bathtub fell onto the floor once more.
"Why is it always someone else's job to do the good?"
Tuk.
Edgar as a child was reflected in the water droplets falling to the floor.
"Why do I always... Why not at all?"
Yes, he has always been like that. He hasn't had any of the things he wanted since he was young. Everyone forced Edgar to make sacrifices and concessions. So at some point, even Edgar took it for granted that he was making sacrifices, so much so that he took it upon himself to make sacrifices.
Is he going to give to people differently than the adults in his family? The idea of giving to others was created because of those people in the first place, right?
Edgar burst into laughter, burying his face in his knees.
The faith that he thought he voluntarily believed in, the path that he thought he was voluntarily following, and the things that he sincerely hoped for the happiness of others, were all decisions made under the influence of someone else.
Drops of water, whether water or tears, fell endlessly onto the surface.
Edgar lightly touched his face with the back of his hand. The bath water had already cooled down for a long time.
Edgar didn't move a thing. No matter how cold and cramped the bathtub was, he just wanted to stay still like this.
But he couldn't. Even though it was a shame that he had been deprived of it until now, he had to get up.
Edgar got up. Pushing away his hair from his forehead, he stood in front of the mirror.
In the mirror, there was Edgar as a child, with the cheap rabbit doll he had barely gotten his hands on taken away. The hands of everyone around him were holding the gifts they wanted, but there was nothing in Edgar's hands. He didn't want to be taken away like last time.
He doesn't want to give in anymore.
He doesn't want to sacrifice anymore.
He doesn't want to give up anymore.
He was entitled to choose what he wanted and was entitled to have it. He will never give up this time.
Edgar's red eyes shone brightly. In mythology, like the eyes of the devil who betrays God and walks the path of corruption.
He muttered.
"... Starting tomorrow, I will."
He plans to personally destroy everything he has built with his own hands, everything he has wanted to protect.
Edgar turned his back on the mirror and left the bathroom.
***
I wrapped myself in a blanket and looked down at Belial. I would be the only one who could see Belial sleeping so soundly.
I placed my hand on Belial's chest. Today too, Belial's heart was beating with a steady sound. They say that pretty people have really beautiful heart sounds.
I placed my face on Belial's chest. The muscles that can be felt through the face are muscles, but the sound of the heart is the best.
That was when my face softened.
"... You're so bold starting this morning."
Belial's hand gently stroked my hair. Rose asked.
"So you don't like it?"
"No. It's so good."
The positions of the two changed in an instant. Belial randomly placed his mouth on my face and my body. It somehow tickled me, so I burst into laughter. This time, Belial buried his face in my arms.
I slowly stroked his silver hair.
"I have to eat breakfast."
"What's on the menu for breakfast today?"
"Do not worry. No matter what the menu is, I will ask them to serve Mont Blanc for dessert."
The warm sunlight enveloped the two in a pleasant way. My time with Belial was so peaceful that I would forget what had happened. Just for a little while.
'Duke. Are you awake?'
Knock.
Someone knocked on the door. The sound of the knock woke me from ny sweet dream and brought me back to cold reality.
Comments
Post a Comment