073. Lock me up
When he felt the woman's body convulsing unwilledly, Hardius was seized with a violent pleasure as if his internal organs were pouring out. The unfamiliar joy captivated him and made his whole body shudder.
Emilia's reaction is definitely the climax.
Whether it is the joy of conquest, petty lust, or a petty sense of accomplishment.
He didn't want to call it anything. Regardless of what the emotions were, Hardius was satisfied.
When he saw the silent tears streaming down her cheeks, his head seemed to turn white for a moment, but he immediately made up his mind.
"Yes, you're right. I'm a despicable bastard."
He muttered coldly and took out a cloth from the drawer. He wiped his hands and took another clean one, and brought it to her body.
"But not for your family. I will do my best for Charlotte Bern and your family. And it has nothing to do with having you anymore."
Instead of answering, a sharp hand pushed him away roughly. Emilia pulled herself to her feet and snatched the cloth from him.
"Don't lie."
"Believe it or not."
Hardius coldly retorted and turned away from Emilia. It was extremely hypocritical, but it was the only thing he could do.
He picked up a wooden doll that her brother must have made and looked down at it. It is difficult to focus because of the anxiety that rises after the momentary satisfaction.
Meanwhile, Emilia wiped away all the shameful marks and removed all her clothes.
"One thing is clear: if I came here just for that purpose, I never stopped. You must have been under me by now."
"Shut up."
Her teeth were clenched, and her voice was filled with hatred.
“You are a scumbag. You get pleasure from pushing weak people into corners.”
Little by little, color was returning to her face, which had been like an empty doll.
Looking at Emilia, who was filling her blue eyes with disgust again, Hardius thought that it was better.
Yeah, what's different now?
He knew very well that he had given up too much to give her a brief pleasure. Even the little pity she had left might have completely evaporated.
But it doesn't matter. Even if all that woman can give him is hate, he'll gladly accept it.
“Whether you resent me, hate me, think of me as a vile son of a bitch, or a piece of trash, one thing is certain.”
“...”
“You will always be by my side.”
Emilia laughed. It was an extremely hollow and hollow laugh.
“What the hell is this? I really... don’t know. Why is the master doing this to me...”
He lived without naming his emotions, so he had no need to know and no desire to know. It couldn't be helped.
At every moment of his intense life, he was surprised at how something seemed to be broken in him, and when he looked into his emotions, he found himself shrinking infinitely and disappearing like smoke.
He did it in front of his illegitimate brother, and he did it to his parents.
He gained a lot from blocking out his emotions. When he was weak, hr lost everything, and when he became strong, he gained everything.
So he won't argue. He won't dig into it.
Hardius put down the wooden doll and tightened his loose tie again.
“The pistol that Mitch Bern saw belonged to a mercenary I hired.”
He muttered to himself, leaving him in the awkward middle ground between lies and deception, truth and confession.
“He’s a bodyguard. I planted him on the farm to protect you and your family. The forest is dangerous for women and children to live in alone. You’ll never admit it.”
Instead of an answer, a short sneer was heard. The fact that even the unfamiliar gun that had been the decisive factor in sending her into the abyss was related to Meyer seemed disheartening and absurd.
“They’re not a bodyguard, they’re a watcher. Stop it.”
“I’ll think about it.”
“No, right now...”
Emilia, who had been furious, bit her lips in frustration, perhaps thinking that it would be useless anyway.
“Please, I beg you, don’t come here all of a sudden and approach my family like this.”
He didn't answer. The endless argument that only drew parallel lines was tiring both of them out.
“One more thing. I’m going to get a job. I don’t want to lie about working on the farm anymore. I’ll make up excuses for my family... Just don’t stop me from doing that. If you try to stop me from working... then I really will...”
“Yes, stop it.”
Hardius answered coldly and opened the barn door. His dry attitude made Emilia anxious and angry.
“Really! If you stop me from working and monitor me, I really won’t stay still!”
The steps he had just taken towards the outside suddenly turned around in the opposite direction. His eyes were also burning with anger, but it was obvious that he was trying hard to suppress it.
“Do as you wish. And for the last time, I will never ‘watch’ you except in matters about your safety.”
How could someone lie so shamelessly? Emilia thought, but held back her urge to fight back. As if trying to ease the tension between them, the clear sunlight poured through the darkness.
“Come to Sitmer in three days. With your sister. I have no other intentions. I just want to show her the cat. If you refuse, I will threaten and harass you again.”
Without even waiting for an answer, the door slammed shut.
When the young master returned to the cottage, Pip sensed a great storm boiling inside him.
Those who do not show their emotions are extremely ashamed of having their emotions revealed. That is why Pip smiled brightly, pretending not to know anything.
“You’re here...”
Before he could finish speaking, a small box was thrust against his chest. Inside the open lid was a small ball of fur.
“There must be at least one person on the farm who knows how to raise cats. Ask them for advice and prepare food, water, and a place for them to sleep.”
Pip's eyes widened as he realized that what was inside was not a ball of fur, but a kitten.
“He’s a ferocious guy, so be careful.”
As he spoke, the master untied his tie with his own hands. He looked indescribably tired from head to toe.
Pip quickly wiped away the pity that must have appeared on his face, thinking that it was not a broken lantern but rather a grain of sand that had fallen down.
“First, I will prepare the bath water.”
“No, what should we do with him? He was like that the whole time we were riding in the carriage. He absolutely cannot die, so for the time being, take good care of him instead of me.”
"Yes? Oh...."
Pip looked down at the cat and did not obey his owner's order for the first time. He prepared the bath water first.
He felt like he was about to collapse. He knew that the only time he relaxed was when he was soaking in hot water, so Pip was going to prepare the bath water even if he had a knife to his throat.
"What are you doing?"
A cold voice fell over Pip's head as he threw the box away and prepared the bathroom. The conversation became cold, but he took courage and opened his mouth.
"Contrary to what you are worried about, he will never die. I've never had a cat, but I've had several dogs. When the cubs are alone, they usually sleep like that."
Before Pip could finish speaking, the brown fur ball shuddered and looked up. It nervously raised its tail toward those looking down at it.
"Whoa."
Pip backed away to show that he had no intention of attacking.
"See? It's so powerful, isn't it..."
Pip was about to turn his head toward him when something stomped on his foot.
He was shocked and dared to step on his master's feet.
"I'm sorry!"
Pip jumped up and down with his head.
He wanted to squeeze a head. In his four years of startup life, he's never made such a stupid mistake.
Fortunately, he didn't get angry at all. He was very tolerant of the slightest mistake anyone could make.
The fault was wrong, so Pip bowed his head and waited for his master to tell him that he was okay. However, even after a long time, he didn't hear the sound he expected.
When he looked up, he saw that he didn't care about his subordinate who stepped on his feet, and all his attention was focused on the cat.
Pip's gaze naturally turned to the cat.
It was strange to say strange, and if it wasn't a big deal, it was not a big deal.
The cat was staring at the man who had picked it up, with its tail raised even more fiercely than before.
It was a different level from the boundaries set for him. Seeing the two of them staring at each other as if they were about to bite each other, Pip could barely swallow the sigh that was about to burst out.
Emilia couldn't sleep. The more her consciousness sank into darkness, the more dizzying her memories of the barn floated.
She was a crazy woman. He was a crazy man.
The self who took off her clothes and the man who moved like a machine, the sensation of clumping together as if it were good, as if it were painful, and the things that poured down like a waterfall in an instant.
Hah...
The body that had been tossing and turning jumped up and stood up. When she opened the window wide, the smell of the forest filled her.
Emilia took a deep breath and waited for her heart to cool.
However, it was not easy. She remembered the gray eyes that looked down at her calmly. The man looked down at her as he wiped his hands, intoxicated with a sense of victory.
Emilia couldn't breathe because of shame.
Lustfulness, promiscuity, depravity... It was as if those words existed just for her.
Emilia groaned and curled up on the bed again. The rough pattern of the old plaster wall pierces the eyes like an awl.
What should I have done yesterday?
Her heart burned again.
"Yes, I understand. It would be all strange and scary. If something changes too suddenly, that's what happens to me. So eat first."
Pip carefully set the bowl of goat's milk and cheese in front of the box.
Of course, the cat was not in the box. The sensitive one had been unaware of the goat's horns for hours.
"Cow's milk is not good, so it is goat's milk that has been obtained with difficulty. I didn't know if he might have been weaned, so I tried to feed him cheese. Please eat some. You're hungry, so you're angrier and more irritable."
Pip whispered anxiously.
He must have starved for at least half a day, so how could he not pay attention to it? He's never seen someone so timid and wary in his life.
"Well, what's wrong with being scared? Smart beggar. It's just eating stupid things."
Pip forced himself to laugh, hiding his boiling frustration.
His brother was like that a long time ago. Even the beasts know everything. Those who hated them did not want to die, and those who liked them could die soon.
"Who doesn't like a small and weak child like you? Don't worry, no one will hurt you. From now on, I'll gladly be your hand. So just eat it."
The cat didn't move. They only make a few baby crying sounds and don't think about coming down.
"Ugh, yes, yes. You want to eat when no one is around, right? If I go out, you'll come down and eat, right?"
Pip smiled leisurely and turned his body in reverse. The next moment, he spilled the goat's milk he was holding.
"When did you come in?"
Pip asked, frantically wiping the carpet. He was not starting him this time either. His cold gaze was on the cat.
"Don't worry. Originally, everyone was like that at first. Isn't it another animal? Isn't it a cat? They are so sensitive and timid, it takes time...."
"Pip."
“...Yes?"
"Go to the village and get a trap. Not a real trap with a noose, but a trapping net."
Pip's eyes widened.
"But... Didn't you say that you have to tame it to the point where a child can stay still even if you touch it?"
"Lock it up for now."
Pip swallowed his frustration.
"You have to realize that you can't help it before you eat it."
As if to laugh at him, the cat climbed higher and higher, jumping over consoles, chairs, and curtains.
When he felt the woman's body convulsing unwilledly, Hardius was seized with a violent pleasure as if his internal organs were pouring out. The unfamiliar joy captivated him and made his whole body shudder.
Emilia's reaction is definitely the climax.
Whether it is the joy of conquest, petty lust, or a petty sense of accomplishment.
He didn't want to call it anything. Regardless of what the emotions were, Hardius was satisfied.
When he saw the silent tears streaming down her cheeks, his head seemed to turn white for a moment, but he immediately made up his mind.
"Yes, you're right. I'm a despicable bastard."
He muttered coldly and took out a cloth from the drawer. He wiped his hands and took another clean one, and brought it to her body.
"But not for your family. I will do my best for Charlotte Bern and your family. And it has nothing to do with having you anymore."
Instead of answering, a sharp hand pushed him away roughly. Emilia pulled herself to her feet and snatched the cloth from him.
"Don't lie."
"Believe it or not."
Hardius coldly retorted and turned away from Emilia. It was extremely hypocritical, but it was the only thing he could do.
He picked up a wooden doll that her brother must have made and looked down at it. It is difficult to focus because of the anxiety that rises after the momentary satisfaction.
Meanwhile, Emilia wiped away all the shameful marks and removed all her clothes.
"One thing is clear: if I came here just for that purpose, I never stopped. You must have been under me by now."
"Shut up."
Her teeth were clenched, and her voice was filled with hatred.
“You are a scumbag. You get pleasure from pushing weak people into corners.”
Little by little, color was returning to her face, which had been like an empty doll.
Looking at Emilia, who was filling her blue eyes with disgust again, Hardius thought that it was better.
Yeah, what's different now?
He knew very well that he had given up too much to give her a brief pleasure. Even the little pity she had left might have completely evaporated.
But it doesn't matter. Even if all that woman can give him is hate, he'll gladly accept it.
“Whether you resent me, hate me, think of me as a vile son of a bitch, or a piece of trash, one thing is certain.”
“...”
“You will always be by my side.”
Emilia laughed. It was an extremely hollow and hollow laugh.
“What the hell is this? I really... don’t know. Why is the master doing this to me...”
He lived without naming his emotions, so he had no need to know and no desire to know. It couldn't be helped.
At every moment of his intense life, he was surprised at how something seemed to be broken in him, and when he looked into his emotions, he found himself shrinking infinitely and disappearing like smoke.
He did it in front of his illegitimate brother, and he did it to his parents.
He gained a lot from blocking out his emotions. When he was weak, hr lost everything, and when he became strong, he gained everything.
So he won't argue. He won't dig into it.
Hardius put down the wooden doll and tightened his loose tie again.
“The pistol that Mitch Bern saw belonged to a mercenary I hired.”
He muttered to himself, leaving him in the awkward middle ground between lies and deception, truth and confession.
“He’s a bodyguard. I planted him on the farm to protect you and your family. The forest is dangerous for women and children to live in alone. You’ll never admit it.”
Instead of an answer, a short sneer was heard. The fact that even the unfamiliar gun that had been the decisive factor in sending her into the abyss was related to Meyer seemed disheartening and absurd.
“They’re not a bodyguard, they’re a watcher. Stop it.”
“I’ll think about it.”
“No, right now...”
Emilia, who had been furious, bit her lips in frustration, perhaps thinking that it would be useless anyway.
“Please, I beg you, don’t come here all of a sudden and approach my family like this.”
He didn't answer. The endless argument that only drew parallel lines was tiring both of them out.
“One more thing. I’m going to get a job. I don’t want to lie about working on the farm anymore. I’ll make up excuses for my family... Just don’t stop me from doing that. If you try to stop me from working... then I really will...”
“Yes, stop it.”
Hardius answered coldly and opened the barn door. His dry attitude made Emilia anxious and angry.
“Really! If you stop me from working and monitor me, I really won’t stay still!”
The steps he had just taken towards the outside suddenly turned around in the opposite direction. His eyes were also burning with anger, but it was obvious that he was trying hard to suppress it.
“Do as you wish. And for the last time, I will never ‘watch’ you except in matters about your safety.”
How could someone lie so shamelessly? Emilia thought, but held back her urge to fight back. As if trying to ease the tension between them, the clear sunlight poured through the darkness.
“Come to Sitmer in three days. With your sister. I have no other intentions. I just want to show her the cat. If you refuse, I will threaten and harass you again.”
Without even waiting for an answer, the door slammed shut.
***
When the young master returned to the cottage, Pip sensed a great storm boiling inside him.
Those who do not show their emotions are extremely ashamed of having their emotions revealed. That is why Pip smiled brightly, pretending not to know anything.
“You’re here...”
Before he could finish speaking, a small box was thrust against his chest. Inside the open lid was a small ball of fur.
“There must be at least one person on the farm who knows how to raise cats. Ask them for advice and prepare food, water, and a place for them to sleep.”
Pip's eyes widened as he realized that what was inside was not a ball of fur, but a kitten.
“He’s a ferocious guy, so be careful.”
As he spoke, the master untied his tie with his own hands. He looked indescribably tired from head to toe.
Pip quickly wiped away the pity that must have appeared on his face, thinking that it was not a broken lantern but rather a grain of sand that had fallen down.
“First, I will prepare the bath water.”
“No, what should we do with him? He was like that the whole time we were riding in the carriage. He absolutely cannot die, so for the time being, take good care of him instead of me.”
"Yes? Oh...."
Pip looked down at the cat and did not obey his owner's order for the first time. He prepared the bath water first.
He felt like he was about to collapse. He knew that the only time he relaxed was when he was soaking in hot water, so Pip was going to prepare the bath water even if he had a knife to his throat.
"What are you doing?"
A cold voice fell over Pip's head as he threw the box away and prepared the bathroom. The conversation became cold, but he took courage and opened his mouth.
"Contrary to what you are worried about, he will never die. I've never had a cat, but I've had several dogs. When the cubs are alone, they usually sleep like that."
Before Pip could finish speaking, the brown fur ball shuddered and looked up. It nervously raised its tail toward those looking down at it.
"Whoa."
Pip backed away to show that he had no intention of attacking.
"See? It's so powerful, isn't it..."
Pip was about to turn his head toward him when something stomped on his foot.
He was shocked and dared to step on his master's feet.
"I'm sorry!"
Pip jumped up and down with his head.
He wanted to squeeze a head. In his four years of startup life, he's never made such a stupid mistake.
Fortunately, he didn't get angry at all. He was very tolerant of the slightest mistake anyone could make.
The fault was wrong, so Pip bowed his head and waited for his master to tell him that he was okay. However, even after a long time, he didn't hear the sound he expected.
When he looked up, he saw that he didn't care about his subordinate who stepped on his feet, and all his attention was focused on the cat.
Pip's gaze naturally turned to the cat.
It was strange to say strange, and if it wasn't a big deal, it was not a big deal.
The cat was staring at the man who had picked it up, with its tail raised even more fiercely than before.
It was a different level from the boundaries set for him. Seeing the two of them staring at each other as if they were about to bite each other, Pip could barely swallow the sigh that was about to burst out.
***
Emilia couldn't sleep. The more her consciousness sank into darkness, the more dizzying her memories of the barn floated.
She was a crazy woman. He was a crazy man.
The self who took off her clothes and the man who moved like a machine, the sensation of clumping together as if it were good, as if it were painful, and the things that poured down like a waterfall in an instant.
Hah...
The body that had been tossing and turning jumped up and stood up. When she opened the window wide, the smell of the forest filled her.
Emilia took a deep breath and waited for her heart to cool.
However, it was not easy. She remembered the gray eyes that looked down at her calmly. The man looked down at her as he wiped his hands, intoxicated with a sense of victory.
Emilia couldn't breathe because of shame.
Lustfulness, promiscuity, depravity... It was as if those words existed just for her.
Emilia groaned and curled up on the bed again. The rough pattern of the old plaster wall pierces the eyes like an awl.
What should I have done yesterday?
Her heart burned again.
***
"Yes, I understand. It would be all strange and scary. If something changes too suddenly, that's what happens to me. So eat first."
Pip carefully set the bowl of goat's milk and cheese in front of the box.
Of course, the cat was not in the box. The sensitive one had been unaware of the goat's horns for hours.
"Cow's milk is not good, so it is goat's milk that has been obtained with difficulty. I didn't know if he might have been weaned, so I tried to feed him cheese. Please eat some. You're hungry, so you're angrier and more irritable."
Pip whispered anxiously.
He must have starved for at least half a day, so how could he not pay attention to it? He's never seen someone so timid and wary in his life.
"Well, what's wrong with being scared? Smart beggar. It's just eating stupid things."
Pip forced himself to laugh, hiding his boiling frustration.
His brother was like that a long time ago. Even the beasts know everything. Those who hated them did not want to die, and those who liked them could die soon.
"Who doesn't like a small and weak child like you? Don't worry, no one will hurt you. From now on, I'll gladly be your hand. So just eat it."
The cat didn't move. They only make a few baby crying sounds and don't think about coming down.
"Ugh, yes, yes. You want to eat when no one is around, right? If I go out, you'll come down and eat, right?"
Pip smiled leisurely and turned his body in reverse. The next moment, he spilled the goat's milk he was holding.
"When did you come in?"
Pip asked, frantically wiping the carpet. He was not starting him this time either. His cold gaze was on the cat.
"Don't worry. Originally, everyone was like that at first. Isn't it another animal? Isn't it a cat? They are so sensitive and timid, it takes time...."
"Pip."
“...Yes?"
"Go to the village and get a trap. Not a real trap with a noose, but a trapping net."
Pip's eyes widened.
"But... Didn't you say that you have to tame it to the point where a child can stay still even if you touch it?"
"Lock it up for now."
Pip swallowed his frustration.
"You have to realize that you can't help it before you eat it."
As if to laugh at him, the cat climbed higher and higher, jumping over consoles, chairs, and curtains.
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