All she could do was suppress her seething jealousy and look ahead. There was no need to be mean to people over something like this. They were going to break up in less than two months... Why was she being so mean when she wanted him to live as an ordinary person more than anyone else? Isn’t it too late for her to think that she had to act mean to get people’s attention and interest? Else was twenty-two now. She had to get married and become a mother soon.
Above all, Milliem... Her husband-to-be is not someone who can tolerate Else’s unpalatable temper. He... stopped thinking.
Above all, Milliem... Her husband-to-be is not someone who can tolerate Else’s unpalatable temper. He... stopped thinking.
Else wiggled her toes and twisted her hips slightly.
"Ah!"
The usual dull ache was replaced by a laughably horrible pain that resonated through her lower body. Else bit her lip in pain as if cutting her flesh with a knife. She sweated like crazy and put her hands inside the blanket. She spread her legs slightly and felt between her sticky thighs.
“Huh, huh...”
She twisted her lips and took her hand out of the blanket. The sticky mucus between her fingers tasted sour. Else stopped sniffling and turned her head. She trembled as she remembered the hand that had grabbed the back of her head. It was a rough hand. Ian had been rough with her from time to time, but yesterday he was particularly vicious.
“Ian...”
In fact, Ian had always been vicious lately. No matter how much he was angry, it was never to this extent, but lately, he had treated Else really badly and had been nagging at her for petty things. Else had also been annoying him, but Ian had also been persistently harassing Else. It was unfair. In the end, Else was the one who couldn't breathe due to the wounds... She was the only one left here... In this hell. In this grave...
She fluttered her wet eyelashes and moved to correct her twisted posture. Every time her body creaked as if it was rusting, a groan escaped her lips. Before she knew it, a long hand reached out and picked her up. Else was startled and trembled like a kitten.
Ian, who had her sitting on his lap, groped between her messy legs and then looked down at her. Else’s face distorted at the slanted gaze. Her clear azure eyes suddenly filled with tears. She swallowed her tears and glared at him.
“Bad kid.”
A large thumb was wiped under her eyes. Else whimpered and punched her chest, but stopped. His chest felt like a boulder, so only Else's hand hurt. It was unfair. It was always unfair that she couldn't leave anything to Ian.
Even when she punched and beat his chest and tormented him, Ian didn't blink. Even when her lip was lucky, it was the same. Else always did her best to leave her mark on him. Whether it was a scratch or a scar. She left anything she could. She thought that was the only way she would ever forget him. She thought that she wouldn't bury him. She thought that even if she died, she wanted Ian to remember her, from the moment he first held her in his arms.
So she has to harass him and make his life miserable. So that when Ian becomes Ivana's husband and Else becomes a dry tombstone, he can remember Else, even if it's just a small piece. Rather than being swept away, she wanted to have a small volume in his heart. Can't he give her that much space? Sbe doesn't mind being remembered as a dirty and messy woman.
“I'm sorry for hurting you.”
The man who had stretched out his long arm and picked up the handkerchief put the towel down on Else's bed and knelt down. Else looked down at him with familiarity. She was used to looking down at Ian like this all the time. Even when he had driven her fiercely and handled her roughly with his rough hands, Ian had knelt at her feet and looked up at her.
Hug me. Kiss me. He was faithful to what he was told, and he didn’t hesitate to ask her to rape him at night. If it were Else, he would hang himself, but he was extremely indifferent to hugging her. Perhaps he endured it to live. That was the fate of a servant who served his master. He had Ivana, and in the end, Else was just that much meaning, that much volume. Ian, who was carefully wiping her skin, picked up the ointment. His long fingers examined her meticulously.
“Ah, huh...”
The place where his hand touched twitched faintly. The inside that was barely calming down started to tingle again. Else tried to slap his hand away. However, Ian immediately blocked her hand and applied ointment deeply. The pain made her nervous.
“It hurts! It hurts...”
Else threw a tantrum and hit his arm. A sharp pain tingled as if her flesh was being sliced thinly. Ian, who had been examining Else’s insides while being hit by the hand flying straight at him, got up and hugged Else tightly. Then, he kissed her forehead, which was covered in cold sweat, and soothed her with a “Shh ..."
"Ugh."
Else scratched and pinched his nape, then bit it hard. A low laugh was heard from above her head. Else pouted her lips in anger for no reason. Ian bit her earlobe as if retaliating. Else clung to his thick chest, enjoying the warm air touching her earlobe and the feel of his soft lips.
Ian, who had been chewing and sucking her earlobe, kissed her between her eyebrows and the bridge of her nose before finally swallowing her lips that had been quivering. Else, who had been feeling his thick chest bulging with muscles, wrapped her arms around his neck. She tilted her head back and felt his languid breath entering her mouth. Being mixed with Ian was enjoyable. There was nothing that wasn’t enjoyable, not even the body temperature or the touch. Anything that involved him entering her was welcome. In particular, when Ian silently hugged her and kissed her lips, she was so happy that she wouldn’t feel resentful even if she died tomorrow. If she married Milliam, she wouldn’t be able to do this anymore.
He was already a man who had been covered in dirty stigma because of Else. Whether in front of Else or behind her, wherever she could hear, she would turn and beat up anyone who called Ian a male prostitute. It didn’t matter if they were servants or knights who mentioned Ian in that way. She would slap them and beat them. He wasn’t even hugging her because he liked her. In fact, it was no different from rape. No, it was just rape... Ian wasn’t a man who suited such a dirty stigma.
That kind of thing, that kind of thing...
"Ah!"
The hand that had been holding his shoulder passed his chest, where there were bite marks, and came near the nape of his neck. At that moment, Else was startled and opened her lips, then pushed him away. It was the first time she had felt such suffocation. Suddenly, her jaw tightened and she felt a chill at the hand that had no strength whatsoever. Else swallowed her tremors and looked at him.
It wasn't a kiss. It was just a touch. But she was scared. It was a vivid fear. She had never felt Ian like this before, so she was embarrassed too. But at that moment, she pushed him away and wanted to get away from this place.
"Miss."
Her wet lips trembled. Ian took his hand off her neck and gently hugged her shoulder. Else was completely frozen and couldn’t relax even though he was gently stroking her shoulder. Ian was Else’s servant. A bodyguard. There was no reason to be afraid of him. But she was afraid. Every time he showed a strength that she couldn’t overcome with his unrefined emotions, she was consumed by raw fear. He wasn’t an easy man to her from the beginning, but lately...
“Stop it, just get out. You must be tired...”
Else, who had turned her gaze down, whispered softly. Else twisted her shoulders to escape from Ian’s arms that wouldn’t let go, but her heart was grabbed.
“There are still things that need to be taken care of.”
“It’s okay. The maids...”
“Well, if you want to look good in front of Sir Milliam, it would be better to leave the grooming to the maids.”
“That’s not it!”
Else glared at him. Ian tugged at the corners of his lips. A coarse, faint smile was thickly drawn on his handsome lips. Else looked at him with a distorted expression, then felt a hand pushing her away first and called out to him urgently.
“Ian.”
“Shall I serve you?”
Else nodded. Ian looked down at her and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. He bent one knee like a well-behaved dog and looked at her bruised neck before whispering softly.
“I have no intention of sharing my woman.”
“...”
“It means that sharing a woman is not my taste.”
He raised his gaze. His snake-like eyes were colder than a shard of iron.
"Ah!"
The usual dull ache was replaced by a laughably horrible pain that resonated through her lower body. Else bit her lip in pain as if cutting her flesh with a knife. She sweated like crazy and put her hands inside the blanket. She spread her legs slightly and felt between her sticky thighs.
“Huh, huh...”
She twisted her lips and took her hand out of the blanket. The sticky mucus between her fingers tasted sour. Else stopped sniffling and turned her head. She trembled as she remembered the hand that had grabbed the back of her head. It was a rough hand. Ian had been rough with her from time to time, but yesterday he was particularly vicious.
“Ian...”
In fact, Ian had always been vicious lately. No matter how much he was angry, it was never to this extent, but lately, he had treated Else really badly and had been nagging at her for petty things. Else had also been annoying him, but Ian had also been persistently harassing Else. It was unfair. In the end, Else was the one who couldn't breathe due to the wounds... She was the only one left here... In this hell. In this grave...
She fluttered her wet eyelashes and moved to correct her twisted posture. Every time her body creaked as if it was rusting, a groan escaped her lips. Before she knew it, a long hand reached out and picked her up. Else was startled and trembled like a kitten.
Ian, who had her sitting on his lap, groped between her messy legs and then looked down at her. Else’s face distorted at the slanted gaze. Her clear azure eyes suddenly filled with tears. She swallowed her tears and glared at him.
“Bad kid.”
A large thumb was wiped under her eyes. Else whimpered and punched her chest, but stopped. His chest felt like a boulder, so only Else's hand hurt. It was unfair. It was always unfair that she couldn't leave anything to Ian.
Even when she punched and beat his chest and tormented him, Ian didn't blink. Even when her lip was lucky, it was the same. Else always did her best to leave her mark on him. Whether it was a scratch or a scar. She left anything she could. She thought that was the only way she would ever forget him. She thought that she wouldn't bury him. She thought that even if she died, she wanted Ian to remember her, from the moment he first held her in his arms.
So she has to harass him and make his life miserable. So that when Ian becomes Ivana's husband and Else becomes a dry tombstone, he can remember Else, even if it's just a small piece. Rather than being swept away, she wanted to have a small volume in his heart. Can't he give her that much space? Sbe doesn't mind being remembered as a dirty and messy woman.
“I'm sorry for hurting you.”
The man who had stretched out his long arm and picked up the handkerchief put the towel down on Else's bed and knelt down. Else looked down at him with familiarity. She was used to looking down at Ian like this all the time. Even when he had driven her fiercely and handled her roughly with his rough hands, Ian had knelt at her feet and looked up at her.
Hug me. Kiss me. He was faithful to what he was told, and he didn’t hesitate to ask her to rape him at night. If it were Else, he would hang himself, but he was extremely indifferent to hugging her. Perhaps he endured it to live. That was the fate of a servant who served his master. He had Ivana, and in the end, Else was just that much meaning, that much volume. Ian, who was carefully wiping her skin, picked up the ointment. His long fingers examined her meticulously.
“Ah, huh...”
The place where his hand touched twitched faintly. The inside that was barely calming down started to tingle again. Else tried to slap his hand away. However, Ian immediately blocked her hand and applied ointment deeply. The pain made her nervous.
“It hurts! It hurts...”
Else threw a tantrum and hit his arm. A sharp pain tingled as if her flesh was being sliced thinly. Ian, who had been examining Else’s insides while being hit by the hand flying straight at him, got up and hugged Else tightly. Then, he kissed her forehead, which was covered in cold sweat, and soothed her with a “Shh ..."
"Ugh."
Else scratched and pinched his nape, then bit it hard. A low laugh was heard from above her head. Else pouted her lips in anger for no reason. Ian bit her earlobe as if retaliating. Else clung to his thick chest, enjoying the warm air touching her earlobe and the feel of his soft lips.
Ian, who had been chewing and sucking her earlobe, kissed her between her eyebrows and the bridge of her nose before finally swallowing her lips that had been quivering. Else, who had been feeling his thick chest bulging with muscles, wrapped her arms around his neck. She tilted her head back and felt his languid breath entering her mouth. Being mixed with Ian was enjoyable. There was nothing that wasn’t enjoyable, not even the body temperature or the touch. Anything that involved him entering her was welcome. In particular, when Ian silently hugged her and kissed her lips, she was so happy that she wouldn’t feel resentful even if she died tomorrow. If she married Milliam, she wouldn’t be able to do this anymore.
He was already a man who had been covered in dirty stigma because of Else. Whether in front of Else or behind her, wherever she could hear, she would turn and beat up anyone who called Ian a male prostitute. It didn’t matter if they were servants or knights who mentioned Ian in that way. She would slap them and beat them. He wasn’t even hugging her because he liked her. In fact, it was no different from rape. No, it was just rape... Ian wasn’t a man who suited such a dirty stigma.
That kind of thing, that kind of thing...
"Ah!"
The hand that had been holding his shoulder passed his chest, where there were bite marks, and came near the nape of his neck. At that moment, Else was startled and opened her lips, then pushed him away. It was the first time she had felt such suffocation. Suddenly, her jaw tightened and she felt a chill at the hand that had no strength whatsoever. Else swallowed her tremors and looked at him.
It wasn't a kiss. It was just a touch. But she was scared. It was a vivid fear. She had never felt Ian like this before, so she was embarrassed too. But at that moment, she pushed him away and wanted to get away from this place.
"Miss."
Her wet lips trembled. Ian took his hand off her neck and gently hugged her shoulder. Else was completely frozen and couldn’t relax even though he was gently stroking her shoulder. Ian was Else’s servant. A bodyguard. There was no reason to be afraid of him. But she was afraid. Every time he showed a strength that she couldn’t overcome with his unrefined emotions, she was consumed by raw fear. He wasn’t an easy man to her from the beginning, but lately...
“Stop it, just get out. You must be tired...”
Else, who had turned her gaze down, whispered softly. Else twisted her shoulders to escape from Ian’s arms that wouldn’t let go, but her heart was grabbed.
“There are still things that need to be taken care of.”
“It’s okay. The maids...”
“Well, if you want to look good in front of Sir Milliam, it would be better to leave the grooming to the maids.”
“That’s not it!”
Else glared at him. Ian tugged at the corners of his lips. A coarse, faint smile was thickly drawn on his handsome lips. Else looked at him with a distorted expression, then felt a hand pushing her away first and called out to him urgently.
“Ian.”
“Shall I serve you?”
Else nodded. Ian looked down at her and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. He bent one knee like a well-behaved dog and looked at her bruised neck before whispering softly.
“I have no intention of sharing my woman.”
“...”
“It means that sharing a woman is not my taste.”
He raised his gaze. His snake-like eyes were colder than a shard of iron.
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