《Saving You, Villain》 Chapter 1 - First Love Chapter 1: First Love Before I fell in love with words; with setting skies and singing birds, it was the hero with gentle face and a righteous heart that I fell in love with. He saved the world. Luke Florence, that was his name ¨C the protagonist of the novel, Return of the Savior. I know, I know¡­ an adult old enough to fall in love with fictional characters sounds pathetic¡­ I know. But the heart wants what it wants and I can¡¯t control it. A wonderful hero who saves the world with a sculptural face and a righteous heart. Imagining his visage, blue eyes and blonde hair¡­ my heart pounds erratically. But contrary to my affection, it was clear the author of the novel did not like Luke. The author despised Luke, it seemed like. As the main character, should he not defeat the evil forces with one blow? But my Luke faced many hardships. I was frustrated at times and shed tears at times reading his past and the struggles he¡¯d go through. My heart would tighten. For all my simplicity, I wanted to embrace Luke. I wanted to be his shoulder to lean on. I wanted him¡­ to rely on me. The villain, Camian de la Rose Hespion¡­ the prince of devils and the strongest man in the world. This man¡­ I could not give him my affection. Evil and ruthlessness filled Camian¡¯s heart. He¡¯d slaughter and murder his colleagues anytime he saw fit to enact. The author favored Camian, a rare villain. His character and background was well-written and detailed. Even his past history was 90 pages longer than Luke¡¯s. Camian¡¯s past was written like this¡­ Camian, prince of devils, went down to the human realm after he was summoned by a young seven-year-old girl. His first contractor was a child and he had yet become the world¡¯s greatest villain. He accepted the young girl¡¯s contract and gradually opened his heart to the innocent girl, Liv. ¡°Don¡¯t just stare at them with envy. Aren¡¯t you going out to run too?¡± ¡°It¡¯s okay. I¡¯ll get tired in ten steps and the other kids will grow bored of me. And I¡¯m not jealous at all. After all, you¡¯re here next to me, Camian.¡± ¡°¡­..¡± ¡°I wish I was a little bit special to you. You¡¯re special in my little world, Camian.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t indulge in useless emotions. Think about how to become healthier.¡± ¡°I used to resent being sick to death, but ever since I met you, I don¡¯t mind so much. As long as you¡¯re here next to me, I¡¯m okay.¡± ¡°¡­..¡± ¡­What in the world? As I read further through the novel, Camian¡¯s ear flushed a rosy red at Liv¡¯s innocence. I was astonished. Previously, before this chapter, Camian had blown a whole country to pieces. Meanwhile, my love, Luke, had never experienced the fleeting thing called love. All he had ever known was swords while Camian indulged and myriads of things. Camian and Liv maintained a close relationship and only confirmed their feelings to one another as she grew to adulthood. But their happy ever after was short lived. Liv passed away from the illness that overtook her. She was buried in white lilies. Camian was overwhelmed by the pain and heartache of losing the woman he loved. All the places Liv touched was left in ruins for the pain became too much to bear. ¡°It¡¯s so simple to kill 10,000 humans, but why could I not save you¡­?¡± And thus, the main plot of the novel revolves around Luke fighting against Camian to protect the world. But¡­ the author¡­ it¡¯s not balanced. Even after Luke finishes his training and was armed with all sorts of rare magical items, he was a mere prey waiting to be slaughtered in front of Camian. There was no hope¡­ Just the appearance of Camian causes nervous and anxiety in my body. How can my Luke defeat the villain? But it was impossible to defeat I Camian. I know this, the extras in the novel knows this¡­ my heart is torn to pieces. Poor Luke¡­ ¡®If only I can enter the book¡­ I¡¯d prevent Camian¡¯s blackening by all means.¡¯ Did my love for Luke touch the deities heart? Without notice, without warning, I entered the novel to the time before Camian became a villain. Chapter 2 - Prevent His Blackenin Chapter 2: Prevent His Blackening Camian spooned the stew and brought it closer to my mouth. I looked at the spoon disapprovingly. ¡°Open your mouth.¡± ¡°¡­.¡± I bit my lips. I knew it would prove difficult to get rid of him. I opened my mouth¡­ stubbornly. ¡°You¡¯re not leaving until you finish your bowl.¡± The man who took care of my meal spoke in a harsh tone. He was the prince of devils and the world¡¯s greatest villain ¨C Camian de la Rose Hespion. ¡°I was going to eat it all even if you didn¡¯t tell me,¡± I pouted. Camian looked at me, his glance passive. ¡°Camian is the only one who can take care of our Liv.¡± ¡°Camian, I hope you¡¯ll be by our Liv¡¯s side. We¡¯ll give you all our farms. What do you say?¡± Debra and Jack, my aunt and uncle, gave a pleased smile. Debra pushed her plate of stew to the side and put her hand on the chin. She looked as if she was enjoying a movie. ¡°Don¡¯t speak nonsense. Are you crazy?¡± Camian growled. Thereafter, he put the spoon down. Debra blinked. ¡°I wish Camian could be a little more honest.¡± ¡°How can I be more honest than this?¡± I snorted at Camian¡¯s words inwardly. Debra knows you like me, Camian, Jack knows, and I know. But we¡¯ll keep this little secret away from you. ¡°Come on. Just eat.¡± Camian roughly grabbed the bowl and spooned the stew. He brought the spoon closer to me. He wore a scowl on his face. Frowning, I opened my mouth. I¡¯ve been watching him over time. His stubbornness will be broken. I will break it. * 15 years later. Years had passed since Liv summoned Camian, the man who destroyed the world from grief and heartache after Liv¡¯s death. When I first opened my eyes to this world, I woke up to a boy with black wings standing at the center and kissing the back of my hand. ¡°The contract is sealed, Liv Klein.¡± The seven-year-old Liv signed her first contract with Camian. The Liv before me only wished for Camian to be her friend. She had a weak body and had difficulty befriending her peers. She craved a companion. And then, she chanced upon a Mana Summoning book and thus began her journey with Camian. Looking back, the past fifteen years had been a difficult time. I had trouble accepting the situation I was suddenly placed in. I¡¯d rack my brain all night, all week looking for a way back home, but the thoughts drained away. Five years in, my health deteriorated rapidly. Bloodshot pain and aches greeted me in the morning and I would pass out from a fever far too often. I could feel life draining away from every breath I take. The fear of death knocks my bones and flesh. I would vomit blood, one that stained my clothing frequently. Death was ready to rip my whole body apart. I was afraid of death, but my desire for death soared. I¡¯d lose consciousness, my limbs shaking from the terrible pain. I was hopeless, picturing in my head that I would die in an unknown world. But it was Camian who took care of me with extreme care. To lower the fever, he¡¯d constantly wipe me with a cold towel, feed me, and clean up after my blood and vomit¡­ when I needed medicine every hour, it was Camian who stood at my side putting the medicine in my mouth like an alarm clock. My weak body and shattered mind naturally learned to rely on Camian. If he was not there to care for me, I¡¯d have been sucked into an eternity of pain and hell. I¡¯m not sure why I did not give up¡­ whether Camian patiently nursed me or that it was not my time to go, I do not know. All I know was that I gradually recovered from my sickness. And since then, I knew that something inside me had changed. When I was able to think more clearly, I was convinced that there was a clear cut reason that I came to this world and not by some freak accident. And I¡¯d had the same dream since the day I was able to think clearly. It was when I was Lee Heewon, not as Liv. ¡®If only I can enter the book¡­ I¡¯d prevent Camian¡¯s blackening by all means.¡¯ Right¡­ And then I came to my senses, my body covered in cold sweats. Unconvincing questions lingered in my head, but all the cells inside me screamed the answer, that I came here because of those whimsical thoughts. And after that, I never dreamed of it again. I knew what I had to do. I needed to prevent Camian¡¯s blackening. It was the only way I can return back home. It was like a quest that can only be completed when a given condition had been achieved. Chapter 3 - I Know You Like Me Chapter 3: I Know You Like Me Ten full years had passed since the pledge I¡¯d made to myself. ¡°Get back up.¡± Camian lowered his body and leaned forward, his front facing me. He looked at me and said, ¡°Liv.¡± Each time he spoke, I feltl his voice echoing from the back of my mind. ¡°Yes?¡± I asked. ¡°You didn¡¯t do your theology assignment, didn¡¯t you?¡± He leaned more, cheek coolly pressed against my shoulder, then he suddenly raised his head. ¡°You had an assignment, right? Why didn¡¯t you tell me?¡± ¡°You didn¡¯t ask.¡± His eyes widened. ¡°H-how can I ask if I don¡¯t know¡­?! Wow¡­ that¡¯s so cheap of you, Liv.¡± Camian rubbed his forehead. He had been betrayed. He wrapped his arm around my neck and wept tearfully. I looked at him stupefied¡­ what a sly man. I had thoughts of strangling him. I¡¯m sure he knows of it but he smiled foolishly while seemingly unaware of my seething thoughts. ¡°Go and finish it, Liv.¡± ¡°Then let¡¯s go!¡± I kicked his thighs with my leg, and jumped on his back, my body drawing back in the process. At the same time, a cool breeze blew over me. I told him to go, but not this fast! I hurriedly clutched onto him as I was about to fall. The water streams flowing between the wild grass that had grown unruly whipped past me. Camian had walked for an hour without break. Not too far away, the academy building came to view, and only then did Camian stop and let me down. ¡°Count to 100,¡± Camian said. After a slight nod, he turned away and walked opposite of me. I looked at him. His black hair glittered and I began counting. ¡®1, 2, 3¡­.¡¯ Our reasoning for this was childish. Camian once carried me to school everyday because I could not walk long distances. My weak body prevented me from doing so. When his classmates saw us, they joked in amusement, wondering if we were a couple. Camian blushed all over and stormed out. That night, after dinner, Camian sneaked into my bedroom and said, ¡°We¡¯re going to school separately from now on.¡± I looked at him. Was he shy? ¡®You don¡¯t need to be tsundere. I know you like me.¡¯ I¡¯ve read the novel. I know what went through his mind and I know his heart would beat erratically. And even if I was left unaware of the plot, I would know. Camian did not know how to hide his feelings. He was an open book. Well, regardless, I pretended to be ignorant to his feelings. But at times, I found it irritating. This Camian, he truly had trouble hiding his overflowing emotions. It leaked out badly at times. According to the original version, in their 18th year, Camian and Liv confirmed their love for one another and became one. But I had a mission to prevent his blackening, so I had decided to ignore his growing affection. One might wonder in stupidity, the readers most likely, how pretending to be unaware of Camian¡¯s affection would prevent his blackening¡­? They¡¯d tilt their heads in angst and rage. But they would never know that the key to prevent his blackening was to never fall for him. If I die as ¡°Liv¡±, Camian must never blacken. And I could not imagine the worst, but I had to be prepared¡­ for my death. So I came to the conclusion based on real-world experience that the death of a friend is less painful than the death of a lover. If Camian sees me no more than a friend, he¡¯ll be sad, depressed even, but it won¡¯t lead to his blackening. So I kept my distance and maintained a friendly relation with Camian. But¡­ even though Liv and I had nothing in common, from our tone to personality, he became more than a friend than I had originally planned. Damn it all. Can I not change the course of the plot? There was no hope. Though one fortunate thing did come out of this. Camian¡¯s growing feelings never stopped, but unlike the novel, we remained friends even into our adulthood. ¡°That¡¯s 100 seconds,¡± I muttered. And then I walked to the academy, meeting familiar faces near the main gate, and greeting them with delight. Before the bell rang, I walked inside the classroom. Camian, with his chin resting on his palms, turned his head slightly and stared at me. I stood at a standstill and looked back. I needed to know how he felt. Why did he wish to go to school separately? I had to know. Clicking my tongue, I walked towards him. I needed to copy the assignment anyway. ¡°Can I sit down?¡± Chapter 4 - My First Love Chapter 4: My First Love But the seats had filled up before I arrived next to him. Blair¡¯s blaring red hair shook like a horse in front of me. I¡¯m sure she ran to sit next to Camian. Fine. I sat in the back seat behind Camian without worries, then I extended my arm and pressed on his shoulder. Camian looked at me disapprovingly. ¡°Just show me your assignment,¡± I said. ¡°¡­¡­¡± ¡°Quickly.¡± He sighed and placed the theological textbook on my hand. I wrinkled my nose instead of the traditionalthank you. Camian stared at me askance and looked back to the front, his back straightened. I look at the back of his head wondering how a clear-cut boy became a villain who slaughtered humans? I could not believe it. The gap between this Camian and the future Camian were two polar opposites. Perhaps because Liv wanted agood friendthat Camian remained dutiful and good despite histsundere-ishways. Sometimes I¡¯d forget he was a demon, a devil. He had never used magic before and he¡¯d eat three meals a day¡­ no different from humans. And his handsome face and pleasing body¡­ though I did vow to remain friends with Camian, my heart fluttered looking at his face. This can¡¯t be helped. A handsome man was a handsome man. Camian turned his head toward me feeling my hot gaze, but before our eyes met, I hurriedly dropped my gaze and pretended to do my task. I did not want him to think I was interested. At this time, someone tapped on my back and greeted me a good morning. I recognized this familiar hand and voice. ¡°Hi, Liv. What, are you doing a theology assignment?¡± ¡°Tessa. You should copy it too.¡± I pushed Camian¡¯s textbook slightly to the side. Tessa squealed and quickly joined me. She enthusiastically copied Camian¡¯s assignment. My hands cried in dismay but I did not rest. I scribbled for dear life, copying Camian¡¯s assignment like there was no tomorrow. But suddenly, the textbook disappeared and the pen was nowhere to be seen. I lifted my head up. Camian flipped the pen around in his fingers as he looked at the textbook poignantly. ¡°I don¡¯t have time to play. Give it to me quickly.¡± Camian¡¯s squinting eyes pulled the textbook closer to him and smirked. ¡°¡­Give it to me,¡± I muttered.¡± ¡°You have to do your own work.¡± He grinned and brought the textbook back to his desk. I don¡¯t have the time to play around with this fool. My annoyance soared through the roof and I walked to his desk with a crumpled face. I saw him writing. Tessa, who had copied Camian¡¯s assignment earlier, went to her seat and began solving the problem on her own. She was having trouble, confused by the question, but here he was, going through the process in a hitch. I was baffled. Are devils naturally good at theology? ¡°Here. I did it for you,¡± Camian said. I was grateful¡­ and embarrassed because of my temper. ¡°¡­I never asked you to do it.¡± ¡°You¡¯re welcome,¡± Camian said curtly. Then he turned around and faced the front. Tessa flopped around in her desk, shaking off her wrists and copying my finished assignment. ¡°That¡¯s right. Liv, did you hear?¡± she asked. ¡°What?¡± ¡°A young professor will be here next semester. He¡¯s a martial arts lecturer. Isn¡¯t that amazing? We¡¯ll have a young professor lecture us about martial arts.¡± ¡°¡­Oh.¡± My lukewarm response did not satisfy her. She poked my arm and said, ¡°Isn¡¯t that amazing? What? You can¡¯t speak? Are you mute?¡± I could not respond and kept my head down instead. I knew very well who the new martial arts professor was. Not only do I know his name, but his family relationships, colleagues, close friends, favorite food, and was the man weak to animals. It does sound¡­stalker-ish¡­ The new professor was Luke Florence. The mere thought of seeing him in person caused my heart to beat wildly. ¡°My first love¡­¡± I sat back on my desk and hid my face. I feared that my overwhelming excitement would bounce out at any moment. *** ¡°Hah!¡± Luke¡¯s arms shook violently, his jaw taut as sweat dropped down from under his temple. ¡°Just that shout makes me think I¡¯m lifting a house.¡± He held a basket of potatoes just above his face and sat on the bench with his long legs stretched out as while he chewed on a bitten apple. His protruding legs twitched as he breathed harshly. Chapter 5 - Wherever I Want Chapter 5: Wherever I Want Camian lifted me up and rubbed my arm that convulsed faintly. His hand wrapped around me. Completely. I sighed. I don¡¯t have much appetite, no keen interest to eat, but I forced myself. I¡¯d eat proper meals daily and exercise regularly, yet this cursed body of mine could only run on the bare minimum to survive. ¡°I got you,¡± Camian said. My tense muscles relaxed while my head spun from dizziness. I leaned my forehead against Camian¡¯s chest and collected my breath. Slowly. Camian rubbed my arm and calmly whispered, ¡°Want me to hug you?¡± ¡°It¡¯s fine. You were the one who made me fall just then, you know?¡± I pushed my head deeper into his chest before pushing him away and laid down on the bench Camian liked to sit in. I sat down there the same way he did, his long legs stretched beyond the length of the bench, but for me, my ankles reached only the end of the bench. ¡°Let¡¯s go home and rest. Staying in this windy weather after sweating that much will have you catching a cold.¡± He picked up the potatoes that spilled out of the basket and gently placed it down next to me. He rapped on my stomach. ¡°Come on.¡± The gentle wind sweeping my hair back and forth felt nice. It was a perfect place to fall asleep, but the thought of catching a cold had my eyes wide open. My immune system was paper-thin and easy to catch a whiff of a virus no matter how light. I¡¯d drown in painful fever were that to happen. I stretched my hand out and he grabbed my hand and the back of my neck to lift me up. We went home, together. *** As I made a grab for the doorknob, an uneasy feeling crawled up my skin. I turned around and looked at Camian. We¡¯re it the usual, he¡¯d have followed me around like a shadow or a stick trying to sneak a touch of my skin. It was strange. ¡°Aren¡¯t you coming in?¡± The sun was nearly setting as the sky became a red-tinted watercolor paint. Under the setting afternoon sky, Camian¡¯s red eyes gave an odd glow. ¡°I¡¯ll need to go to Mr. Corner¡¯s farm for a while. His fence broke again.¡± Camian straightened his arms and stretched it out. His tight-fitted shirt was pulled up. Pop! Pop! The buttons of his shirt popped out and his navy blue shirt was ripped open, showing his hard and massive chest pecs. ¡°Ah¡­¡± He picked up the fallen button on the ground and ruffled his hair roughly. ¡°I¡¯ll just sew these on before I go,¡± he said. I could not help but lick my lips at the¡­ sight. ¡°Then wait for me. I¡¯ll go wash up and come with you.¡± ¡°No. It¡¯ll get colder once the sun sets.¡± ¡°If I wear three, no, four layers, it should be fine. I want to see how much the baby goats have grown as well. It¡¯s been a long time.¡± Camian did not answer and walked to where I stood. He grabbed the same doorknob I was holding onto and pulled it open. After fifteen years with him, I knew his silence was of disapproval. I sighed and walked in, pretending that I¡¯d never spoken those last words. Instead, I said, ¡°I¡¯m going as well, okay? Actually, I will go with and without your permission. Actually, I don¡¯t need your permission. I can go wherever I want.¡± I looked at him and gauged for his reaction, but he kept his mouth shut and diligently sewed the buttons back onto his shirt. ¡°Hmph. What a stern guy.¡± I whacked his naked back. It made a loud clap. His hardback muscles twitched. Meanwhile, Camian put the shirt he was working on, turned around, and lifted me up. I naturally curled my arms around his neck for support. ¡°Let me down, okay?¡± ¡°¡­Stop running around the house with your sweaty body and go wash yourself.¡± He put me down and patted my cheek before leaving, slamming the door behind him. I wondered if I smelled that much. Did I? I sniffed my armpit. It gave off a faint smell of sweat. ¡°¡­I guess I should wash myself¡­¡± After washing myself clean, I wore several layers of clothes. Though wrapped in many layers, it felt freezing cold once I stepped foot out of the bathroom. My teeth chattered and I quickly scurried to the bedroom. Crawling inside the warmth of the blanket, I found a memo note. Chapter 6 - S*xual Excitement Chapter 6: S*xual Excitement ¡¸Don¡¯t you dare lie down when your hair isn¡¯t dry.¡¹ I read the note while rolling on the bed. I could tell from the neat and textbook-like handwriting that it was written by Camian. What a nagger. Then I saw another memo written on the back. ¡¸I¡¯m going out to eat dinner at Mr. Corner¡¯s place. Don¡¯t wait for me. I¡¯ll be home a bit late. See you soon.¡¹ ¡°Wow¡­ this bastard really planned to go alone.¡± Scrunch! The memo note crumpled into a mass of ball. ¡°Should I just screw it and go to the farm as well?¡± I tightened both fists in determination but gave up. I knew well that Camian was annoyed with me. I¡¯d only be luggage, a trouble if I went. If only it was not thatday, I¡¯d have gone without a problem and ignored his complaints. He¡¯ll calm down later on. He likes it when I¡¯m around him, after all. But in regards to thatday¡­ it was the day when Liv and Camian fulfilled their written contract, a secret that only they knew. Demons could grant the wish of a human and in return they¡¯d gain ownership of their soul in the afterlife, consuming the soul as mana for nourishment or combine it with another demon¡¯s physical body to create a powerful soldier. There were many methods to use a soul, but the important factor that came to it was that souls would lose ownership, lose their personality and ego, only to be used as a tool and cease to exist living thereafter. They¡¯ll neither experience heaven nor hell. It was frightful, but I was not fearful. It was not me that made the contract butLiv. To demons, a soul was a rare and expensive commodity sought out by many. Occasions of a demon absorbing a human soul after death and another demon intervening only to snatch the human soul often occurred. Therefore, to prevent this occurrence, demons regularly drank the blood of the humans contracted to them. Their soul would be bound to them, like a human writing their name on an object to claim as their own. Camian¡­ we¡¯d go through the ritual binding every fifteen days. When we were young, he¡¯d cut a small piece of my finger and suck the blood from there, but it was difficult to properly bind the soul with receiving only a meager amount of blood. Thereafter, he bit directly onto my neck. It¡¯s why I have teeth marks on the left side of my neck from the many binding rituals. The wounded mark would never go away. ¡°I swear I¡¯ll eat until I can¡¯t no more tonight.¡± Whenever the ritual was formed, what energy is left would be completely spent and drained away. I¡¯d not even be able to lift a finger. Hmm¡­ actually, I could live with the energy drained though I¡¯d not be so enthusiastic with my health flailing back and forth. There was another reason, another side effect to the ritual. That is¡­ that I¡¯d become sexually excited. The more blood he sucked out of me, the higher the sexual excitement. As only a few drops of blood had been taken when I was a small child, this sexual side effect never occurred. And to reduce this, I¡¯d need to be rational and my belly completely full, but on days when my energy was thoroughly spent, I¡¯d faint or lose all self-control and go wild with instinctual thoughts left. When that occurred¡­ it was Camian who had to deal with the after mess. That one time¡­ I rubbed my cheek on his chest pleading¡°Please do something, anything¡­¡±not flirtatiously but crying and begging. The thought of it was embarrassing. But after that, I made sure to keep my health a priority and my belly full. ¡°Yeah¡­ it¡¯s a good decision not to follow him, after all. And he had no plans to bring me with him. I jumped off the bed and pulled out a chair. The room was too dark. I pulled the curtain to the side and a red-colored afternoon sky was in full view. The night would come soon¡­ faster than I imagined. After taking a painstakingly long time to dry my hair, I then climbed onto the soft and comfortable bed. Chapter 7 - Going to Do It Chapter 7: Going to Do It I was itchy, annoyed that it had interrupted my sleep. My face kept being itchy. It wasn¡¯t a bad sensation, but I was more annoyed that my sleep was interrupted by it instead. I frowned a bit as I opened my mouth. I think I said something, but I can¡¯t remember. Suddenly, something warm embraced my cheeks. With the feeling of comfort, I unconsciously made a small smile. The thing that stayed around my cheek and the edge of my ear now touched my eyelid softly. ¡°Mmh¡­ Tomorrow, I¡¯ll do it¡­ Tomorrow.¡± I heard a soothing low toned voice give a peal of laughter that was wonderful to hear. ¡°You¡¯re going to do it tomorrow?¡± I think I replied to him, and perhaps even nodded. ¡°Sorry, but I held back way too long to allow that.¡± ¡°¡­No, you didn¡¯t.¡± ¡°No, I didn¡¯t?¡± I heard repeated sounds of laughter that tickled my chest. His laughter felt contagious somewhat, making me smile a little even though there was nothing funny. Then, my hand that was safely under the blanket was grabbed. My fingers were pressed and massaged with just enough force to feel good, and my palm was rubbed as well. While I was getting this wonderful massage, I started to slowly remember about the ritual that was buried deep in my mind. I slowly opened my heavy eyelids that felt like lead. I couldn¡¯t make out the person in the dark and hazy sight of mine. After blinking a couple of times, I saw a face that had a vague outline. ¡°Camian?¡± ¡°I didn¡¯t mean for you to go to sleep when I said not to wait for me.¡± Camian dropped my hand from his. Ah, it was feeling really good though. As I tapped his fingers in disappointment, he once again wrapped his fingers around my hand. ¡°Ah¡­ Sorry. I just ate too much.¡± ¡°Your stomach did look bloated.¡± ¡°Did you look under my clothes?¡¯ ¡°I touched it.¡± I was asking him to possibly accuse him of being a pervert, but he took it a step further. I laughed in surprise. ¡°Since you ate quite well today, it looks like I won¡¯t need to worry.¡± The blanket that was up to my neck was taken away by him. Camian climbed over to my body as if he was used to doing this. Just to make sure that the weight isn¡¯t too heavy on one side, he moves on the bed with his arms and knees. ¡°Hm¡­ perhaps?¡± ¡°That¡¯s not like you to say that.¡± ¡°Well, it¡¯s because it¡¯s my period soon.¡± Camian furrowed his eyes a bit. As a human and a woman, I realized he may not completely understand the things going on in my body, so I explained it to him kindly. ¡°It¡¯s just that my carnal desire is quite high when my period is soon.¡± ¡°I think it would be better for you to just shut your mouth.¡± He still does this, even though I tell him the truth. I pulled my hand away from Camian who was holding it. Suddenly, I felt a suddenly unknown feeling of being let down, so much so that the ends of my fingers twitched. Before I could even figure out what that feeling of being let down was, Camian¡¯s lips came close to my neck, nearly touching it. Just his breath rushing over my sensitive skin was enough to give me goosebumps all the way to the back of my neck. Ugh, maybe because of the fact that it¡¯s my period soon, I¡¯m going much more crazy than usual. Even though I didn¡¯t have my blood sucked yet, my toes were already curling. ¡°I¡¯m going to do it then.¡± ¡°Okay.¡± His warm hand swept smoothly over my hips as if trying to calm my tense body down. Even though I was wearing two layers of clothes, I could still feel the warmth of his hand through them. ¡°Shh. Relax your muscles.¡± ¡°I¡¯m not being nervous. It¡¯s not like I¡¯ve only done this once or twice anyway.¡± ¡°You¡¯re stiff right there though.¡± ¡°Ugh.¡± Chapter 8 - I Want to Do It Chapter 8: I Want to Do It Camian tapped my curled toes lightly. No, I mean¡­ I¡¯m not doing that because I¡¯m nervous or anything. Even the thought of telling him the truth felt embarrassing, so I left it to him why I made the noise. ¡°You¡¯re even making lewd noises. You¡¯re so sensitive.¡± ¡°I told you, it¡¯s because it¡¯s my perio¡­ anh!¡± Stab... My skin was punctured without even a warning. My eyes widened. I gripped Camian¡¯s shoulders so hard that the bone joints on my hand were clearly able to be seen. ¡°Nngh!¡± The sense of pain clawed at my brain, then just as quickly another sensation shot through my whole body¡¯s nervous system. ¡°Hnn¡­ ah¡­ ah¡­ Camian¡­¡± I could vividly feel the sensation of the blood in my body being sucked into Camian¡¯s mouth. Every time he sucked in my blood, my lower groin area grew hotter and more passionate than before. In previous times I would bite down hard on my lips to make sure my moans don¡¯t escape my mouth, but Camian felt worried for my lips and forcibly pushed his fingers into my mouth to make me moan loudly without being able to shut my mouth. After that time, I forgot all about the embarrassment and moaned loudly without care. ¡°Cami¡­. an¡­ nngh¡­ haa¡­ are¡­ are you not done yet? Ngh¡­?¡± Camian replied by breathing out hot beast-like breath onto my body, grabbing my rib and underside of my chest whole and sucking my neck even after. ¡°I-I can¡¯t handle this. Do you hear me? Camian¡­¡± Camian pulled out his teeth that stabbed my neck, then kissed my neck repeatedly while going upward. His smooth yet hot cheek brushed against my ear and he whispered quietly. ¡°Let me¡­ let me do just a little more.¡± ¡°Ahh!¡± His reassuring soothing voice was the complete opposite of him violently sucking the blood out of my neck. Suck. Slurp. Endless sounds of blood and saliva mixed together and mixing was heard. ¡°Stop now¡­ mmh¡­ mmh!¡± My dreamy yet steamy consciousness felt like it was going to melt. My arms that were wrapped around Camian kept endlessly convulsing. The wild sensation going through my body keeps making my back bend and my foot push the sheets away. ¡°Anh! Camian!¡± Camian¡¯s hot breath crashed against my skin. I was on the verge of losing all rationality. The fact that I didn¡¯t go to the farm and have eaten a lot for dinner almost didn¡¯t matter, as my s*xual desire was much stronger than usual. I may lose my mind and say vulgar, lewd things to him again like before. No, my intuition was very clear that I very well will. ¡°Camian, please¡­¡­. Mh- I can¡¯t hold any longer. Ah- Ah¡­ Ah, Camian¡­!¡± It was already completely wet between my legs, and my hips kept arching up and down faster as if longing for something. My eyes began to tear up. I couldn¡¯t hold back the overwhelming amount of sexual desire that it escaped through my tears, rolling down my temple and onto the pillow. ¡°Ah- I¡¯m- seriously¡­ mhh! At my limit¡­ my body feels hot. Ngh¡­ I think I¡¯m going to die. Please¡­¡± My vague yet overwhelming desires became slowly clearer to me. I wished for his huge hand that was squarely put on the middle of my chest to grab my whole chest completely instead, and for his thing between his legs to ravage my wet area on my lower groin. I wished for him to use his overwhelming strength to shake me roughly so much that it would be hard for me to breathe. In the end, the last of the strings that barely held on inside me snapped. I hurriedly pushed Camian¡¯s clothes upwards. I wanted to touch his toned muscles and sleek skin with my hands directly. As I slid my hands inside his shirt, I could feel Camian tense his abs. ¡°Haa! Camian¡­ ah, more¡­ I want to do it. I can¡¯t hold it anymore. Ngh!¡± Camian, who seemed like he will never get off, finally pulls away from his face from my neck. After roughly wiping the blood off his mouth with the back of his hand, he swept away my hair from my face that was wet with sweat and tears. ¡°Hold on just a little longer. It will soon be alright.¡± Chapter 9 - Coming to Her Senses Chapter 9: Coming to Her Senses I suddenly became irate. He said it so nonchalantly when he¡¯s the one who made me like this. ¡°You crazy, mmh- bastard¡­ If only you drank just a little, less¡­ Mhh¡­ Ah, Camian, hold me.¡± I wanted to beat him up, but my hands keep betraying my mind and kept stroking and pulling his body towards me. Camian got off from the top of me and lay down on the side. He pulled my arm to his direction and hugged me tightly. But just this hug wasn¡¯t enough to satisfy my boiling sexual desire. I kept explicitly rubbing my crotch against his and whispered to his ear. ¡°Wanna do it? Hm?¡± Camian silently kept stroked my heaving chest. His silence is the same as disapproval. I was sad and annoyed that I kept crying. ¡°You¡¯re the one who made me like this. Take responsibility. Haa¡­ My body feels ticklish. Please touch me, Camian.¡± ¡°You¡¯ll come to your senses tomorrow, just hold on a little bit before you regret it.¡± ¡°I¡¯m the one who¡¯s going to regret¡­ ugh, what does that have to do with you! Ugh¡­¡± Camian pulled the back of my head tightly towards his chest. My tears drenched his shirt. Throughout the night I repeatedly kept seducing him, then getting angry, then seducing again, over and over. Camian never budged a single inch and kept hugging me silently. Bastard. I could feel his member down the pants was completely up as well. In the end, the one who gave up was me. I ran out of energy and fell asleep as I fainted. When I woke in the morning I screamed and tore my hair out as soon as I opened my eyes. *** ¡°Get on my back.¡± I was so ashamed, embarrassed, and disgraced that I thought my face would explode. The whole time during breakfast, Camian never turned his head towards me. Seeing my face like this, Debra carefully asked me ¡°Did you two fight?¡±. As I was going to shyly say no to her, Camian opened his mouth first. ¡°I just did something wrong to her. She was angry with me last night.¡± In the end, I stopped eating mid-way and slammed my forehead down the table. With my forehead completely beet red, I looked down at Camian¡¯s back. ¡°I¡¯m going to¡­ Just walk home today.¡± ¡°Why. Since you think you may ask me to do you again?¡± ¡°¡­¡­.¡± Blush. My ears got hot that it felt it was going to explode. That crazy idiot had no limits, does he? Camian tapped his own back twice. ¡°My legs hurt. Get on already.¡± ¡°Who told you to keep kneeling like that? I said I¡¯m going to walk.¡± ¡°You also felt me erect the whole time, right? We¡¯re no different from each other. So stop being so embarrassed and get on my back already.¡± My jaw dropped at his explicit choice of words. As I kept standing still, Camian sighed and lifted his body. He kneeled low enough to keep his gaze at my eyesight level. ¡°Get on my back before I force you on my back and slap your butt every time I take a step.¡± ¡°¡­Are you pervert?¡± ¡°Not yet.¡± Camian sat again, showing his back to him. I thought that with his persistence, we¡¯d never make progress, so I hesitantly leaned on his back. Securing me on his back, Camian stood up and made ample strides. ¡°Hey, yesterday¡­ You know, right? I was a bit¡­you know? Hm?¡± ¡°I know. It was close to your period, and you were like that since I took too much of your blood.¡± As Camian said that, the stuffiness in my mind became completely clear. That¡¯s right. What happened last night was an unavoidable thing. There¡¯s not need for me to be embarrassed at all. I held my lips against Camian¡¯s shoulders and mumbled, ¡°Please forget what happened yesterday. I¡¯ll forget about it as well.¡± Camian didn¡¯t answer. I guess he didn¡¯t want to talk about this anymore. I also didn¡¯t want to keep talking about what happened, so I kept my mouth shut. Instead, I tried my best to fill my mind with the slowly passing scenery that came into my eyes as Camian kept walking. Chapter 10 ©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤ Chapter 10 Luke Florence was a well-known and talented knight within the empire. However, contrary to his conviction of wanting to raise his sword for the weak, he soon became disillusioned when his power was used in the fight between the nobles and the imperial family. And so, he lay down all his wealth and honor. He wanted to start a new life that lived up to his beliefs in a place where no one knew him. So this was where he ended up, at the western end of Hespion¡ªEzbon. He volunteered for a position as a professor in an academy. He decided this after he heard that the students had to graduate without ever holding a sword once in their lifetime because they couldn¡¯t find a swordsmanship professor, so this, for him, was a very good move. In the novel, Luke recognized at once that Camian was a demon, but he generously taught him without any prejudice. Even after Camian turned evil and annihilated all the villagers of Ezbon, he still could point his sword towards Camian, his beloved disciple. Camian, on the other hand, turned thousands of humans into mere corpses in half a day. I stared intently at Camian, who was sitting next to me. Camian, who felt my gaze, said, ¡°What.¡± and looked around, but I didn¡¯t see it because I had something to say. I just stroked Camian¡¯s cheek. ¡°Live a good life.¡± Camian frowned and put my hand away. At this time, the theology professor, with his white hair neatly brushed over his forehead, entered the classroom. The professor distributed transparent glass bottles with a cross on each of the students¡¯ desks, as well as a lump of stone with an uneven cross section. ¡°Since long history, holy water and relics have been the most useful when dealing with demons. When we touch these holy waters and relics, there is no different feeling like touching the common water and stones on the roadside. But for demons, it¡¯s different.¡± I glanced at Camian. Camian was juggling the holy relic, throwing and playing with it with an expressionless face¡­. Hey, professor. Do you think it¡¯s the same for all demons? ¡°As soon as the holy relics touch the demon, white smoke is emitted and their skin melts, causing the demon to feel excruciating pain.¡± I grabbed Camian¡¯s hand and dragged it towards me. I took the relic he was holding from his hand and looked around his palm. Hey, professor. He¡¯s fine. I even tried to wipe Kamian¡¯s palm with my hand. It felt like a firm, smooth skin that was no different from usual. Camian was staring intently at me, resting on his chin with his other hand that wasn¡¯t caught by me. I whispered quietly to Kamian. ¡°I think this is a fake.¡± ¡°Really?¡± At this time, the professor presented something black that looked like a bat¡¯s wing. ¡°It is the skin of a low-level demon. Now, if you bring a relic like this. You see, the skin melts like liquid.¡± Camian looked at me and raised one eyebrow. I said one more thing to Kamian. ¡°The professor¡¯s must be the one that¡¯s real.¡± The professor came to our desk as if he had heard my whisper. ¡°Camian, would you like to bring your relic?¡± Camian picked up the relic with a bored face and put it on the skin. Then the skin melted, emitting white smoke. ¡°Anyone else, are there any undergraduate students that would like to try?¡± Me, here! Me! I raised my hand. I looked at Kamian with my eyes wide open. ¡°What are you? What happened?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t think it works for me.¡± ¡°Why? You¡¯re a demon?¡± Camian shrugged his shoulders. No, please tell me. Just as I was about to grab him by the neck, the professor gave me an answer instead of Camian. ¡°Sometimes, this relic may not work for high-ranking demons. Strong magical power overpowers the power of the relics. In that case, use holy water. During my time as a saint, I have met hundreds of demons, but among them, I have often seen demons that were not affected by relics, but I have never seen demons that were not affected by holy water.¡± In other words, since Camian was a strong demon, he wasn¡¯t affected by the relics. I see. So Luke and all humans must have been beaten up by him. ¡°You do not have to return the holy water and relics I gave you today. As of today, if demons appear in front of you, you can protect yourself.¡± I took a deep breath as I looked at the holy water and the holy relics. Then, I patted Camian¡¯s cheek up and down. ¡°Please live a good life.¡± As soon as all our lectures were over, I went home and started exercising. Today¡¯s endurance training was sit-ups. Camian held my leg tightly so it wouldn¡¯t move. ¡°Huu¡­ Ugggghh!¡± ¡°Come up a little bit more.¡± ¡°Aackk!¡± ¡°No. It doesn¡¯t count at this height.¡± This vicious punk with no blood or tears! I scrunched up my face like it was going to explode. Finally, my back fell off the floor. Camian¡¯s cold lips opened. ¡°Four.¡± ¡°Hah!¡± As soon as I heard the count, I fell straight to the floor. My body feels warm from the heat, and I feel like my energy is draining out of my fingertips. Oh, I¡¯m going to die. My chest pounded greatly. ¡°Today, you said you¡¯d do over five.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll pass on that. Ahhh. Wait¡­ Haa. Think for a second, ha. I have something. Haa¡­ Right¡­¡± Camian rested his chin on my lap. ¡°What are you thinking?¡± ¡­Wait. What should I use as an excuse for what I was thinking? I searched through my spinning head and picked out one topic of discussion. ¡°Today in theology class¡­¡± ¡°Keep talking.¡± ¡°Nothing happened when you touched the holy relics.¡± ¡°Was that strange?¡± ¡°Yes. I want to see it one more time.¡± To be honest, I was a little surprised, but it wasn¡¯t enough that I wanted to see it again. But I lied to get this hellish sit-up exercise done quickly. I¡¯d rather stand holding a potato basket for a long time. Sit-ups are really going to make your face and stomach explode. I stretched out my hands towards Camian. But Camian was just staring down at me like that. ¡°¡­Can¡¯t you see my hand? Hold me.¡± ¡°Hold your ears.¡± This evil demon Camian managed to make me do five sit-ups without going easy on me. I ended up successfully completing today¡¯s workout with a grand total of six because he insisted that I do it one more time. When I returned to my bedroom after taking a bath, Camian was lying on my bed and reading a book. I shook my head and sat down on the bed. ¡°Dry it.¡± The low voice resolutely pushed me away. Eventually, I was kicked out to the tattered chair and was able to sit on the bed only after drying my hair. Camian continued to read until then. I stole the book Camian was concentrating on reading. I lay down on the seat next to him, watching the man¡¯s grim expression contorted. ¡°Pfft. It¡¯s really childish.¡± Camian liked to read romance novels that didn¡¯t really suit him. There was one time that I found it strange that he had been holed up in his bedroom all day and didn¡¯t come out, so I jumped open the door and went in, and I found him in tears as he was reading a romance novel. I made fun of him for it for an entire year. Ah, I want to tease him again. ¡°Give it to me.¡± ¡°Hold on. Let me read, too.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t turn the page. The part I spread out is well fixed¡­ Ah.¡± As I flipped the book over, Kamian let out a sincere sigh. ¡°Why are you reading a book in my room knowing you¡¯ll lose it to me?¡± Camian closed his mouth as if heartbroken, covering both of his eyes with his forearms. It felt a little bit harsh, but a smile kept popping out of my lips. ¡°Alright, alright. Next time you read your book, I won¡¯t touch you.¡± ¡°You said this before.¡± ¡°It¡¯s real this time. I really won¡¯t touch you.¡± ¡°¡­¡­.¡± ¡°Do you want me to find out what page it was? I remember which part you were reading. ¡®I¡¯m ready to throw it all away. Let¡¯s run away together.¡¯ Right?¡± I gently rubbed the palm of his hand, which was placed next to Camian¡¯s face, with my fingertips. The helplessly stretched palm gripped my hand. ¡°Give me the book. I¡¯ll go to my room and read it.¡± ¡°Why, haven¡¯t you been waiting for me?¡± ¡°¡­¡­.¡± ¡°You¡¯ve been waiting for me so you can show me how you can touch a holy relic. Show me now.¡± Camian took a deep breath. The one who liked the other first loses, Camian. Love is so painful and bitter. ¡°Give it.¡± ¡°Yes, yes. I¡¯ll fetch it for you.¡± I climbed up on the bed with the holy water and relics I had kept in the closet, one in each hand. ¡°Come on, touch it.¡± ©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤ Chapter 11 ©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤ Chapter 11 I placed the relic on the palm of his hand. In Camian¡¯s hand, the relic was nothing more than mere stones. ¡°Are you okay?¡± Camian put the relic on the bed and tried to stand up. I hurriedly caught him. ¡°What about holy water? Are you okay even with holy water?¡± Camian looked down at the holy water silently. Of course, I expected the answer to come right away, but the silence became longer. ¡°Does holy water hurt?¡± ¡°¡­Huh.¡± Camian¡¯s response was delayed enough for me to wonder. I noticed it quickly. This kid is lying. As I held the holy water tightly in my hand and stared at Camian, one of his thick, straight eyebrows twitched. ¡°Really.¡± Before I came here, there was this part of what I read in the novel. ¡®¡­ All attempts to annihilate that cruel slayer were thwarted in the face of Camian¡¯s mighty power. Humans who had lost the will to resist simply put their hands together toward the sky.¡¯ ¡­Does it make sense that a person like that would get hit by a single holy water that is commonly available when they go to a temple? When I opened the stopper with the cross decoration, Camian¡¯s face was subtly distorted. I looked at Camian like that and smiled brightly. ¡°By the way¡­ My senses say you are lying.¡± ¡°Your senses never hit the mark on anything. Take the holy water away.¡± ¡°This. If I sprinkle it all?¡± Even though his arms seemed to flinch as I was going to do it, Camian remained calm without showing any signs of surprise. I put down the holy water and asked. ¡°The hell. See. You¡¯re not even afraid. You¡¯re lying!¡± ¡°Don¡¯t you know that if you¡¯re really surprised, you don¡¯t react and just freeze up?¡± ¡°Your face isn¡¯t hardened in surprise, but it¡¯s just a dull reaction.¡± ¡°No. This is a very surprised face.¡± Camian pointed his index finger at his face. He has a blunt and arrogant face that is no different from the usual Camian. Come on. If you want to tell a lie, you at least have to show some sincerity. I was really going to sprinkle it, but I gave up because of the unpleasant feeling getting scattered little by little like crumbs. Really¡­ Anyway, the risk is too great if Camian¡¯s words are true. ¡°Fine. Why are you lying about that, like playing with the novel? If you¡¯re going to do it, tell a funny lie.¡± Camian puts his hand out to me. He meant to return the book. Are romance novels so much fun? ¡®It doesn¡¯t suit you.¡¯ I said to myself and turned around. The moment I tried to grab the book on the edge of the bed, I heard a ¡®pop¡¯ and a light sound. ¡°Ah.¡± A low sigh flowed from Camian. Then I felt my knees on the bed getting wet. When I looked down, I saw that the lid of the holy water was lying face down on the bed. Transparent holy water comes out of the round hole. ¡°Kugh¡­¡± ¡°Camian?¡± I hurriedly raised the holy water, but all the contents inside were gone. The holy water not only wet the blanket, but also seeped into the hem of Camian¡¯s pants. Camian couldn¡¯t help but fall to the side, grabbing his shin, unable to put a hand on his ankle, where the holy water had touched him. He buried his face in the blanket and exhaled painfully. ¡­Wasn¡¯t that a lie? My heart crashed to the ground. If I hadn¡¯t been able to stand my playfulness and sprinkled that holy water on Camian¡¯s face¡­ Just imagining it was enough to make my stomach churn. ¡°D-Does it hurt a lot?¡± What would you do if you were knocked down by just one holy water even though you were the strongest in the world? The pounding in my chest rang in my eardrums. Perhaps because the image of Camian in the novel is strongly engraved in my mind, the surprise could not be washed away. This feeling was more like fear. Considering the time when I couldn¡¯t stop Camian turning evil, it¡¯s no different than finding out about his weakness, so it¡¯s right to be relieved. But instead of feeling relieved, only anxiety soared. In the corner of my head, Camian¡¯s gruesome corpse, melted in holy water, was drawn. As I was being engulfed in my turbulent imagination, a certain speculation suddenly entered my mind. Perhaps¡­ Is there a difference in ¡®strength¡¯ before and after him becoming evil? I¡¯ve come across a lot of clich¨¦s like this in various novels. Those plots where the latent power is awakened by the turn to the dark side. In other words, the current Camian may still be vulnerable to holy water before that would transpire. My confused head was pulling out all sorts of strange assumptions. ¡°Ugh¡­¡± But now was not the time to think like this. It¡¯s time to start taking care of the injured Camian. Camian moaned while still holding his leg. ¡°Oh my God. Camian, I¡¯ll roll up your clothes. If I accidentally touched it and it hurts, just scream.¡± Camian didn¡¯t seem in the condition to answer. I carefully grabbed the hem of Camian¡¯s pants. The damp touch on my fingertips felt loathsome. ¡°¡­ What if you can¡¯t use your ankle for the rest of your life? Should I carry you then? Can I really do it?¡± My hand holding his hem trembled. Like the demon skin that had melted by the holy water, maybe Camian¡¯s ankles were like that, so I didn¡¯t dare to look at his clothes. There¡¯s no time to delay. Even now, the holy water is melting Camian¡¯s skin. I pulled his pants up, giving strength to the area around my eyes, which were burning brightly. At the same time, it was time to wipe off the holy water with my clothes. ¡°Before, you looked at me and suspected that it was a lie.¡± ¡°¡­¡­.¡± ¡°You fell for it.¡± Contrary to my worries, Camian¡¯s ankles were smoother beyond fine. As I lifted my head in dismay, Camian smiled with a smirk. In an instant, something shriveled up. Suddenly, I slammed the boy¡¯s protruding foot with my fist. Camian groaned, but I wasn¡¯t sorry at all. I hate this man who turned my head and stomach inside out with anxiety. As I clenched my teeth and looked at him, the smile gradually faded from Camian¡¯s face. He got up and grabbed me by the waist and locked me between his legs. ¡°Surprised?¡± He tucked my hair behind my ear and asked in a friendly tone. My heart was still beating hard. When I met Camian in the novel, I only saw him as a villain who wouldn¡¯t be cool even if I beat him to death, but after being sucked into this world and living with him for fifteen years, I guess I must have gotten attached to him. Earlier, just imagining the guy getting hurt, my jaw was clenched and my head was dizzy. ¡°I¡¯m going to cry.¡± A warm, large hand wrapped around my cheek and gently caressed my eyebrows. I shoved his hand away and walked out of the bedroom. The sound of footsteps pounding on the floor showed how depressed I was. I¡¯m not even a teenager, so why was I so angry that my emotions were going rampant? It was good until I got out of the bedroom by shoving Camian wildly, but there was nowhere I could go. It was very cold outside and the sun was setting. However, I went to Debra and Jax¡¯s bedroom on the first floor. But as soon as I open the door, they¡¯ll notice that I fought Camian, but I didn¡¯t want to cause them any worries. In the end, the place Camian wouldn¡¯t want to look at, ironically, I went to Camian¡¯s bedroom. I swung the door open and went inside, lying on his bed and pulling the blanket over my head. Not long after that, I heard the door open and footsteps approached. As one side of the bed dipped, I leaned against the wall. ¡°Are we going to change rooms today?¡± ¡°¡­¡­.¡± ¡°It must be difficult to sleep together. The bed is small.¡± ¡°Go away.¡± ¡°It¡¯s cold. Let¡¯s cover each other with a blanket together.¡± Camian laid down on the spot next to me, pulled out the blanket and dug into it. He called me quietly with the blanket over his head, just like me. ¡°Liv.¡± ¡°¡­¡­.¡± ¡°Do you want to know about my weakness?¡± At the unexpected words, my body turned to Camian involuntarily. A faint smile crept onto Camian¡¯s lips. ¡°Ah, finally.¡± Does he even have a weakness? Is he trying to tease me again? I didn¡¯t respond quickly and just kept my eyes wide open. Unlike me, who was bewildered, Camian¡¯s smile grew deeper and deeper. As he smiled nicely with a handsome face, I forgot that I had been angry a while ago, admiring him inwardly. Camian moved his body closer to my face. It was close enough that the tip of our nose barely touched and we could feel each other¡¯s breath. And he whispered secretly. ¡°My weakness is your blood.¡± ©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤ Chapter 12 ©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤ Chapter 12 Even though I understood exactly what he was saying, I doubted my ears. ¡°My blood?¡± Camian nodded with a serious expression. ¡°Even more effectively than holy water or holy artifacts, you¡¯re the one who can subdue me effectively.¡± ¡°Why my blood?¡± Camian let out a laugh and flicked my nose lightly. ¡°Ah.¡± It happened so naturally and suddenly that I didn¡¯t know what had happened just now. I could only look at Camian with a bewildered gaze. ¡°That¡¯s something I can¡¯t tell even you.¡± ¡°What. Don¡¯t be shy, just tell me everything while you¡¯re at it.¡± ¡°You¡¯re already bullying me this much. If you know that, how much more will you hold me and try to sway me?¡± ¡°Can¡¯t you be swayed just a little bit?¡± Without responding, Camian only smiled. As I looked up at Camian¡¯s expression from under the blanket, it kind of felt like I was a little relieved. If my blood was Camian¡¯s only weakness, no one could do anything to him without my cooperation. I hope I can become healthy, and once Camian doesn¡¯t love me anymore¡­ I wished that the day when I myself would lead Camian to ruin with my own blood would not come. These days, Camian was so busy that it seemed like he couldn¡¯t even sit still and relax. The harvest season had since begun in full-swing as the scorching sun¡¯s energy faded away and autumn had arrived. Camian went to help not only at my family¡¯s farm, but he also helped out our neighbors who needed a young man¡¯s strength for their farms. In return for his labor, he received some harvested crops and a small wage, but it was far less than what Camian should be compensated for. It wasn¡¯t that the neighbors weren¡¯t paying him properly considering Camian¡¯s contribution. It was the best they could do and the most sincere compensation they could provide, considering that they barely survived the year with crops they worked hard for over the span of an entire year. Even so, every year during the harvest season, Camian tended not to sleep properly and had to work hard. But Camian helped the work obediently and with no complaints. So, it was natural that he monopolized the overflowing affection of the villagers. ¡°Aren¡¯t you tired?¡± Camian carried a sack of peanuts that he personally pulled out without showing any sign of heaviness. Even yesterday, he was stuck at the apiary all day and could only come back at dawn¡­. His monstrous stamina made me speechless. ¡°Liv, if you¡¯re tired, just go in first and rest,¡± Debra said worriedly. ¡°What? No, I¡¯m okay.¡± My hand paused for a moment, but I soon moved it again to pull out the peanuts. Everyone was working, so it would be a fitful rest if I was the only one relaxing. When harvesting peanuts, all I needed to do was sit still and move my hands and eyes, so it didn¡¯t consume much stamina. ¡°You don¡¯t know how fortunate it is to have Camian. Thanks to him, we¡¯ve expanded the scale of our farming so that our four family members won¡¯t starve.¡± Debra took more than half of the peanuts piled up in front of me. ¡°You should thank Camian. He showed up all of a sudden and stuck to our house.¡± Debra and Jack, who didn¡¯t know Camian¡¯s identity, think of Camian as an abandoned orphan. They took care of Camian, who had no ties to them, just like their own son. They were generous people, even though they weren¡¯t exactly wealthy themselves. Not only that, but ¡®Liv¡¯ was also a stranger to Debra and Jack. Liv¡¯s parents, who were Jack¡¯s neighbors, both died of an illness. Debra and Jack took custody of Liv, who had a weak constitution. ¡°The moment I saw you two holding hands and going down the stairs, I thought that God sent me to this earth to take good care of you.¡± I grinned and tossed the crushed peanuts to the floor. ¡°Why the grand revelation?¡± ¡°You don¡¯t understand, but it really was like that.¡± It seems that Debra had some pretty romantic memories of meeting Camian for the first time, but my thoughts were different. Immediately after being sucked into the novel, everything was frightening and flustering. The reason I was holding Camian¡¯s hand that day was because Camian helped me overcome my panic. At the time, I never imagined that I would become so close to Camian, nor did I know that I would regard Debra and Jack as a real family. This change in me was surprising. Were humans such adaptable beings? I nodded at the thought. ¡°How do you feel now that we have all grown up? I want to grow up really well, but Camian is too big now, isn¡¯t he?¡± ¡°I¡¯m not going to be there for you all the time. Watching you get married also puts my mind at ease.¡± ¡°Me and Camian? Don¡¯t say that. We grew up together from a young age, so we were just like brother and sister¡­. Ah, that stings.¡± A thorn mixed in between the piles of peanuts pierced the tip of my index finger. Red blood formed in circles like dots, trickling down a little. ¡°Are you hurt? Let me see.¡± ¡°It¡¯s just a slight jab.¡± ¡°Hey, you¡¯re bleeding.¡± I stared at the slow drops of blood running down my hand. I suddenly looked up and looked for Camian. Camian, covered in dust and sweat, was holding the water bottle Jack had offered to him. Drinking water with one hand on his hip, he looked like a sculpture that was crafted perfectly. His adam¡¯s apple moved sensually, and his sweaty shirt revealed his chiseled muscles without hiding anything. In him, I could feel the vitality of life that I did not have within myself. As I gazed at the strong body that seemed unlikely to be pierced by any ordinary needle, I glanced at the blood on my hand. His only weakness was my blood? But then didn¡¯t he drink my blood well enough every full moon? Oh, come to think of it, the ceremony was performed every night. Relying only on the moonlight shining down in the dark darkness, the blood was sucked up and sucked again. ¡°¡­Are you afraid to see my blood?¡± When the thought went crazy, I couldn¡¯t help but stand up. ¡°Debra, I¡¯m going to visit Camian for a while. I have something to tell him.¡± ¡°Sure, but wash your hands first. You can¡¯t let your wound be infected.¡± ¡°Okay.¡± I stood in front of Camian without wiping the flowing blood. Camian looks down at me with his head tilted at an angle. ¡°You want some?¡± He offered the bottle of water he just drank from to me. I shook my head, then Camian drank all the remaining water and set the water bottle aside. ¡°Camian.¡± I raised my hand high and pushed my bloody index finger in front of him. How is it? Are you scared? However, contrary to my expectations, Camian simply stared at my hand without showing any sort of reaction. Opening his eyes once, his long eyelashes fluttering, Camian wrapped his arms around me. Then he narrowed his eyes halfway as he put my finger in his mouth. The tip of his red tongue was visible through his slightly opened mouth. ¡°Hey, what are you doing¡­!¡± I hurriedly pushed his forehead with my hand. Camian only moved his eyes and looked at me. ¡°Aren¡¯t you asking me to suck it?¡± ¡°Why are you drinking this? You¡¯re crazy.¡± If he sucks my blood here, I¡¯ll get aroused. In broad daylight, with Debra and Jack watching us! There¡¯s no way I can make him suck this. Of course, just a little bit of blood on my finger wasn¡¯t going to make me so excited. But¡­ the problem was that the act of sucking blood itself made me feel strangely excited. It reminded me of how Camian would bite my neck periodically for two years. I was conditioned well, like Pavlov¡¯s dog. To my great embarrassment, Camian just shrugged. I narrowed my eyes and stared at him, but Camian didn¡¯t care and casually replied, ¡°What?¡± I grabbed my wrist and asked to the back of the man walking to the sink. ¡°My blood is your weakness. Was that a lie?¡± ¡°It¡¯s my weakness.¡± ¡°Then why are you okay?¡± ¡°Because the way it was used was wrong.¡± ¡°What. How should it be used? Tell me.¡± ¡°What good would it do to me if I tell you?¡± ¡°Good for me, for me!¡± Camian turned on the faucet, grabbed my hand, and brought it to the running water. The cold liquid ran through my fingertips and its temperature spread to my head. Shaking slightly, Camian quickly pulled my hand away and blew it. A warm breath tickled my skin. ¡°Even if you ask, I won¡¯t tell. So, don¡¯t waste your breath.¡± ¡°How can your weakness be¡­.¡± Camian inspected my finger, then as if his job here was done, he bluntly pushed me away with his hand and turned back. ¡°Go.¡± It felt like I¡¯m being kicked out after being treated like a child who¡¯d always been in a bunch of accidents. ¡°Hey, wait a minute.¡± I looked back, but Camian had already gone too far. ¡°Mean jerk. You really won¡¯t tell me.¡± I grumbled and returned to Debra. I threw away the crushed peanuts, imagining that they were Camian. Harvesting wasn¡¯t something that could be finished in one day. Around the time my eyes and back became unbearably sore, Debra cleared it all up, saying that this was it for the day. I did as Debra had done and swept the sorted peanuts into a sack. Again, Camian was called to the neighbor¡¯s farm as soon as he was freed from the peanut field. Thanks to that, I had to exercise by myself today. I was thinking about going jogging, but Uncle Dragg called the villagers to hand out the tomatoes he had harvested. Just bringing it home with me was enough exercise. ©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤ Chapter 13 ©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤ Chapter 13 Would I not be able to do it? No. I can do it. I¡¯ll have to believe in myself. I took a deep breath after patting my trembling chest with my hand. After staring hard at the basket containing ten tomatoes, I fervently lifted it. ¡°Huff!¡± My slender arms trembled at the same time heat rose from my neck to my face. I could feel my tendons pulling tight, but I did not give up and heaved the basket as hard as I could. When I held it with both arms, it was definitely more stable than holding it with my fingers alone. ¡°See. I knew I could do it.¡± Good job, me. While basking in the glory of my own muscular strength, I heard laughter reminiscent of chirping sparrows around me. It was Sherry and Tom, the little kids in town. The two were running around like puppies, each carrying a basket full of tomatoes of their own. ¡°¡­¡­.¡± Hey, my situation is a little¡­ It felt shabby, but I tried my best to pretend it was nothing. If you lose your self-esteem, you lose. ¡°Liv!¡± Sherry, who was running around waving her braided hair, came up to me and stood in front of me. She was out of breath, and so she tried to breathe more slowly. ¡°Did you come for errands too, Sherry?¡± ¡°Yes! But why are you alone, Liv? The prince?¡± The owner of this creepy title that Sherry was talking about was none other than Camian. ¡°It¡¯s harvest season, so he went to work.¡± Sherry¡¯s face darkened noticeably. Her lips stained with disappointment stuck out. ¡°¡­I came on an errand thinking that I would be able to see the prince.¡± ¡°Hey! Why is Camian your prince!¡± At some point, Tom approached and grabbed Sherry¡¯s head and shook it hard, sarcastically. ¡°Don¡¯t touch my hair! And why do you care?!¡± Sherry retorted back sharply, and Tom flinched for a moment as he then let go of her hair. But Tom was too strong, and he turned Sherry¡¯s stomach upside down with harsher words. ¡°Camian said he was going to marry Liv. My mom said so! And Mister Dregg said that too!¡± ¡°Why is the prince marrying a weakling like Liv?! I can lift ten more tomatoes than Liv! Right, Liv?!¡± Sherry¡¯s bulging eyes turned to me. I couldn¡¯t decide whether to affirm or deny it. It¡¯s true that I won¡¯t marry Camian, but¡­ ¡°¡­I¡¯m not that weak¡­¡­¡± My self-esteem took a hit. I exercised every day, and although it seemed insignificant, I definitely gained some more strength compared to before. Sherry and Tom didn¡¯t listen to me, and they started arguing with each other. Tom chuckled, putting his hands on his waist and sneered. ¡°You¡¯re a crybaby. Camian doesn¡¯t like that kind of girl.¡± ¡°Is that the same for Liv?¡± ¡°I¡¯m not even a crybaby¡­¡± Sherry pulled on my clothes. In an instant, my upper body tilted and my center of gravity staggered. I braced my toes and held on. Fortunately, I was able to avoid a major accident where I dropped the basket on the floor. After setting the basket on the floor, I leaned over to Sherry. ¡°Liv is always carried by Camian! Right, Liv?!¡± ¡°It¡¯s because he wanted to carry me on his back¡­¡± But again, my words didn¡¯t matter to either of them. ¡°Camian doesn¡¯t like brown hair that¡¯s so common?!¡± ¡°Liv¡¯s hair is brown too! Dark brown, and even uglier than mine!¡± My self-esteem was plummeting within seconds. The conversation between the little ones showed no sign of ending, and if I was caught up in a fight like this, I would only arrive at home after the sun went down. After taking a deep breath, I cut into the two as they were yelling at each other. ¡°Guys, don¡¯t fight over Camian. When you¡¯re my age, Camian is old¡­¡± ¡°Liv is gone!!¡± You may not be interested, but I am human too, so I get hurt. I gave up this bitter taste at their celebration and lifted the basket of tomatoes. The little children got excited about continuing the meaningless quarrel without saying goodbye to me. As I was walking home, moving my legs one step at a time, I heard a loud noise from behind. After arguing all of a sudden, the little children ran across in front of me laughing. I stood stunned for a moment and looked at the small retreating figures that were swiftly moving away. ¡°¡­I left 10 minutes earlier.¡± This damned body. I let out a laugh and moved my legs slowly again. When I got home, my body was soaked with sweat. While preparing dinner, Jack threw away the ladle he was holding and hurriedly took the tomato. ¡°Ten?! Why did you overdo it?¡± I didn¡¯t have the energy to answer Jack¡¯s question. I flopped down on the sofa and drank some water. I was able to open my mouth only when my gasping breath calmed down. ¡°I feel like I worked out for a week.¡± ¡°Wash up and lie down. I¡¯ll call you when dinner¡¯s ready.¡± Even if I saw Jack working all morning without resting, I wanted to say I¡¯m fine, but I was so exhausted that I couldn¡¯t even refuse politely. ¡°Thank you. Oh, did the laundry pile up? Leave that. I¡¯ll do it tomorrow.¡± ¡°It doesn¡¯t matter because Debra is going to do it after dinner.¡± Jack patted my sweaty back. This kindness makes me smaller. I couldn¡¯t hide my regret and smiled awkwardly. When I finished taking a bath, I fell into a feeling of exhaustion as if I could fall asleep just by putting my head down. I squinted through my sleepy eyes and removed my sweat-soaked clothes. It seemed like an impossible thing to have Debra come up to my room and move the laundry where I can¡¯t even do housework. As I was going down the stairs to the first floor, Camian¡¯s door suddenly caught my eye. Isn¡¯t it time for him to do laundry too? ¡°Since I¡¯m on my way, I¡¯ll take it with me.¡± As soon as I opened the door, I saw a neatly arranged bed. The urge to jump into that bed immediately rose. No, let¡¯s be patient. First of all, I need to bring the laundry down. I stacked his pajamas hanging from the back of the chair on top of my clothes. ¡°Isn¡¯t it time to wash?¡± I put my nose in his clothes and sniffed it. Camian¡¯s unique body scent subtly entered my senses. I mean, it smelled strangely good even when there¡¯s no perfume on. A refreshing, cool scent resembling summer tickles me. As though it¡¯s not enough that his face was like that, he¡¯s trying to attract people even with his smell. I couldn¡¯t get my nose off his clothes like I was addicted. ¡°What are you doing here?¡± The resonant low-pitched sound made my body tremble. Camian was leaning against the open door. I looked back at him with my nose stuck in his clothes. ¡­Sh*t, this is mortifying. Let¡¯s be as natural as possible. I skillfully unburied my face from his clothes. ¡°Why didn¡¯t you even knock?¡± ¡°This is my room.¡± ¡°¡­¡­.¡± I couldn¡¯t immediately think of what to say, and I just clenched my mouth stupidly. Acting naturally is a stupid idea¡­ Anyone who¡¯d see me like this would think I¡¯m a criminal caught red-handed. Camian, who was looking at me languidly, moved forward in strides. Without realizing it, I took a small step backwards, but I couldn¡¯t back away and grabbed my wrist. ¡°I was wondering where you went, but I didn¡¯t know you¡¯re here doing something perverted in my room.¡± ¡°Per¡ª¡± I was startled by the blatant remark. What do you mean perverted! Isn¡¯t that too harsh? Even if I think about it objectively, it¡¯s just that someone sneaks into your room while you¡¯re away and sniffs the smell of clothes¡­ Well okay, this is making me feel very dirty. I shut my mouth and swallowed a gulp. Camian unbuttoned two of his shirt¡¯s buttons and pulled out his arms from the sleeves. ¡°Come on. You can smell this while I¡¯m letting you.¡± He opened his clothes and I turned my head away from the approaching Camian. ¡°¡­I just smelled it to see if it was time for you to do laundry.¡± ¡°You were burying your face pretty passionately for just something like that.¡± ¡°¡­ Can¡¯t you just let this slide?¡± Camian smiled and took the laundry from my arms. ¡°Instead, don¡¯t sleep today.¡± It wasn¡¯t until his words went through my head that I realized what he meant. It¡¯s already been a full moon. Day by day, time passed faster. It was also because it was the harvest season, and the rush of work made my sense of time go whack. ¡°Sit down. Are you going out again? Aren¡¯t you here for dinner?¡± ¡°I¡¯m going to eat at Aunt Rosalind¡¯s house. My work there isn¡¯t finished yet.¡± ¡°Then why did you stop by home?¡± Camian lightly scratched his cheek with his fingertips. ¡°If I can rest for even a minute, it¡¯s more comfortable to rest at home.¡± And Camian was so busy but he still stopped by the house without even being able to sit down for once, and left right away. I sat down on his bed and stared at the open door. ¡°I know that you came here because you wanted to see me. Jerk.¡± ©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤ Chapter 14 ©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤ Chapter 14 I slept through until nighttime without waking up until dinner. After my stomach was full, I got food coma, so I charged myself up with a light nap for about half an hour. In my heart, I wanted to sleep in like this until morning, but Camian¡¯s words a while ago forced me to lift my heavy head. ¡°He told me not to sleep first.¡± I knew it but my mouth kept yawning, and my mind was clouded. Had I known today was a full moon, I wouldn¡¯t have gone out to get those tomatoes. My tired body was not recovering easily. At this rate, I might lose control and attack Camian. ¡°¡­I most likely will.¡± I had to do something. I swept down my dry face with my two hands and lifted my heavy body. My eyes flashed as I scanned the familiar room slowly enough to draw it even with my eyes closed. I opened the last drawer on the desk, which I didn¡¯t normally open. All sorts of clutter were piled up in a disorderly manner. I crouched down to sit, then practically pushed my head in the drawer. While digging through scissors, stationery, and the hairpins I had used as a child, I pulled out the fabric left over from making curtains this summer. ¡°This should be enough.¡± I covered my mouth with a cloth and tied a tight knot behind my head. If I seal my mouth, I can stop the nonsense saying like I can¡¯t stand it¡­ I want to do it with Camian like last time. Reinforcing my will, I waited for Camian to come. A warm sensation caressed my eyes and brushed my cheeks. My mind, which had been sinking into the unconscious, slowly returned, and I opened my eyes. The faint outline of a face could be seen in the darkness. ¡°Did I sleep?¡± ¡°You even snored.¡± At one point, Camian, who was occupying the spot next to my bed, lightly touched the corner of my lips. ¡°You¡¯re also drooling.¡± ¡°I wasn¡¯t going to sleep¡­¡± ¡°What¡¯s this? Why are you doing this dangerously?¡± The cloth I had tied over my mouth before sleeping was hanging from my neck. ¡°I¡¯m going to keep my mouth shut today.¡± ¡°Why?¡± His voice fell deeper than the darkness. Just as much as he knew me well, I could also easily recognize Camian¡¯s changes. It was clear that my words were not to his liking. ¡°I¡¯m afraid I¡¯ll be saying nonsense again.¡± ¡°¡­¡­.¡± ¡°If you don¡¯t want to see me die out of shame, don¡¯t stop me from doing this.¡± I pulled the fabric over my mouth and tied it tight again. I lay down looking at the ceiling and tapped my abdomen to signify that I was ready. Camian made a sound that I was not sure whether it was a laugh or a sigh, and then climbed up onto my body. The warmth gently pressed on my body. We looked at each other in the dark and talked only with our eyes instead of our mouths. Camian didn¡¯t take his eyes off me, and he stroked my hair, which had become ruffled on the pillow. I felt his hand push the clothes under my shoulders. The cool air warmed the skin sensitively. My body was tense for a while. Contrasting hot breaths poured down my neck. Then, the soft flesh of his lips suckled on my throat, and his moist tongue gently swept up the skin. I had goosebumps all over my body. ¡°Mmh¡­¡± It hadn¡¯t bled yet, but the sound of pain came out of nowhere. Unable to overcome the embarrassment, both my cheeks were burning hot. Did Camian hear it? It wasn¡¯t even loud¡­ he didn¡¯t hear it right? Please don¡¯t hear it¡­ ¡°Mmngh!!¡± He suddenly raised his teeth as if trying to blow away the thoughts in my head. Something sharp and pointed pierced the flesh. A hot pain radiated from my throat. I hugged Camian¡¯s back and trembled. Each time Camian moved his mouth to suck my blood, the pain slowly subsided and my body became relaxed. And as though there was a scorching liquid spreading throughout my body, I could feel myself being overcome with erogenous sensations. ¡°Huu¡­ Mmh, mmm!¡± This arousing feeling rushed from my toes, ran through my blood vessels and spread through my body. My head felt dizzy, and the place between my legs was throbbing. Thump, thump, thump, thump. My heart started beating like crazy. Gradually, as my breathing grew faster, my body started trembling without my knowledge. Haa, haa¡­ I tightened his body and hugged Camian fiercely, then scratched his thick arms with my nails. I¡¯m going crazy. If I didn¡¯t do it right away, I thought I could suffocate and die. My head and my instincts pursued only one desire like a stallion. It felt like tens of thousands of burning flowers were blooming in my body. I didn¡¯t know how painful it was to lie still and do nothing. Immediately, I wanted to climb up on Camian, devour his lips, and feel his splendid nudity with my bare skin. But a solid body was blocking my body like a rock. I struggled like a fish tossed ashore. ¡°Mmmh, mmh!¡± I sandwiched his thighs between my legs and rubbed my lower body on him. Camian scratched my neck and gently rubbed his firm thighs between my legs. Still, the desire did not alleviate in the slightest. Rather, it was clearly engraved. This erogenous feeling that fills my stomach up to the point that it was burdensome and even felt bizarre. Camian, my body¡¯s hot. The cloth covering my mouth blocked the words from the tip of my tongue, and only a muffled moan rang out. ¡°Mmh, hnn, nngh!¡± The more Camian sucked blood, the stronger the feeling of arousal grew. Both legs struggled on the bed, then wrapped him by the waist. A blatant desire for something to dig into the damp interior came to mind. I want you to drive me to the pinnacle of pleasure in a frenzy. I shed tears of excitement and scratched his forearm and back. At this time, I felt a low vibration on my neck. Camian moved away from my neck and looked down at me. Even in the dark, it was clear that his red eyes were longing for pleasure. Each other¡­ We were longing for each other¡¯s bodies. Not only me, but Camian, too. I stretched out my arms and embraced his neck. I rubbed my lips roughly with the thin cloth in between our skin. I moved my head back and forth and felt his warm flesh. On the other hand, Camian was as hard as a rock. ¡°Nngh, mmh¡­¡± I rocked my hips over his, rubbing myself against Camian¡¯s erection, and my hand couldn¡¯t stand still and tightly grasped Camian¡¯s hair. The thin cloth was wet with the exhaled breath. Tears are dripping down my face. It was like embracing Camian, who was like a stone, and running wild on my own. My situation was so shameful that I wanted to die, but the thought did not stop me. Now¡­ If I could relieve this boiling erogenous feeling, I could have done something worse. ¡°Mm, mmmh!¡± It¡¯s not enough. I need your body, Camian. It¡¯s okay to break my body with pleasure, so please do something for me. All rationality had become completely swallowed up by desire. Where I was, who I was, and what kind of relationship Camian and I had¡ªit was all torn to shreds. I pulled out my hand from Camian¡¯s ruffled hair, and grabbed both sides of his face. Then, with our foreheads pressed against each other, I stared into his red eyes. I want you. I suppressed the urge to struggle to pursue my desires and begged Camian. The deep red eyes glinted in an instant. And the hardened lips touched me. Slow and smooth. I was engulfed in great joy and ecstasy just by his small reaction. ¡°Mmh¡­¡± Camian didn¡¯t take his eyes off me, and moved his lips as if to bite. Hot, damp lips gently teased the fabric. And the contact became increasingly dense. He pressed his lips to the thin cloth and let out a hot breath. Gnawing at the cloth with his teeth, he drew out his tongue and licked my entire lips. ¡°Nngh!¡± Without a warning, Camian moved his waist suddenly. The long-awaited pleasure spread as the thick and hard manhood plunged against me. More. Harder. Grasping the frame of his raised wings, I brought his lower body closer to mine. Pound, slam! Every time Camian moved, a violent noise echoed through the room. The tip of the blunt manhood pressed hard on my entrance, rubbing my cl*toris for a long time¡ªmoved back and repeated the motion. ¡°Mmh, nngh! Mmph! ¡°Ha¡­¡± Camian moved his waist frantically. I even felt a tingling sensation in the movement of hitting the bottom. The ferocious girth was about to pierce my clothes and shove into me at any moment. ¡°Mmmph¡­ Mmmh!¡± Excited, Kamian couldn¡¯t keep his hands still and swept my hips and waist thickly. The kiss grew wilder, and it felt like a thousand lips were eating me. I couldn¡¯t get over the urge spewing out. My body trembled. ©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤ Chapter 15 ©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤ Chapter 15 The beating of his back became so strong that I couldn¡¯t even dare to follow him. Taking a short, heaving breath, Camian gripped my waist, then lowered his hand and lifted it up inside. My hips were raised and my legs were spread wide. Camian pressed and rubbed his length in the meantime. It makes me feel the shape of the long and thick manhood fully. ¡°Nngh¡­¡± But this alone was not enough. I want the pleasure of touching his skin instead of over his clothes. I grabbed Camian¡¯s clothes as if to tear them apart, but it didn¡¯t work out the way I wanted them to, so I let out an annoyed sigh. These clothes were the problem. If I ask Camian to take it off, he¡¯ll take it off, but then I¡¯d have covered my mouth for nothing. Camian took a moment to part his lips, shoved his hand inside the cloth and pulled it down. ¡°Ha¡­!¡± Camian, who had lowered his head again, stopped for a moment. The tip of his lips touched me lightly so that only the tip of his lips touched. I asked in a sweet voice. ¡°Why aren¡¯t you doing it?¡± ¡°¡­¡­¡± ¡°Camian, huh?¡± Various emotions such as confusion, conflict, and self-blame flashed past his red eyes that were flaming with desire. He fluttered his long eyelashes and blinked his eyes. The murky glint disappeared as if his clouded rationality had returned a little. If we¡¯d go on like this, Camian would leave me excited again. I felt anxious and wrapped my arms around his neck. But Camian was faster as he got up. He straightened my folded legs and wraps them around a blanket. As I followed Camian to get up, his large hand pressed against my shoulder and blocked it. Then he lay down next to me and hugged me with the blanket. ¡°Don¡¯t be ashamed when you come to your senses later. It¡¯s because I really can¡¯t stand it this time.¡± ¡°Huu¡­ No. I¡¯m not ashamed at all. Let¡¯s continue. Okay?¡± Despite my earnest pleas, Camian gave strength to the arm that had imprisoned me. ¡°Swear at me or tell me where I should thrust with the tip of my c*ck. Don¡¯t try to avoid me.¡± ¡°Because I don¡¯t¡­ nngh, Camian¡­ I got wet underneath¡­¡± He pressed his lips to my forehead. Then I heard a whispering voice. ¡°Sorry.¡± I couldn¡¯t even guess why he suddenly apologized. Is it because I can¡¯t satisfy my needs? Or is it because he made me feel like this¡­? Even so, Camian didn¡¯t have to apologize. Camian and I signed a contract, and this was the price of the contract. For me, it¡¯s unfair to say that Liv was accidentally pushed to do the contract¡­ Anyway, Camian will not know this, so there is no reason to be sorry. I just burst into tears because of the unresolved sexual desire that was painful and frustrating. I wept for a long time and made a fuss, and eventually got tired of the weeping. It was easy and quick for this exhausted body to be swallowed up by sleepiness. After waking up from my sleep, the sexual desire that filled my head vanished without a single ounce left. It was like that. As soon as I opened my eyes, yesterday¡¯s atrocities flooded in like a nightmare and tormented me. I did it again! Again! Again! ¡°Ugh¡­¡± I kicked the blanket with my feet as much as I could and lay on my side. ¡°¡­ ?!¡± I was so shocked that I almost burst out screaming. Camian, who had always disappeared in the morning, was staying in my room for some reason today. I swallowed my gulp down my throat, then tapped him as I sat across the bed. ¡°Hey, Camian.¡± I called him, but I didn¡¯t know what to say. It¡¯s hard to hide the embarrassment as the memories of yesterday are flashing back and forth. Camian turns his body and looks at me. His face was as blunt as usual. ¡°Yesterday¡­ Uhh.¡± As I was speaking, Camian grabbed my cheek with one hand. Then he flicked my face from side to side, and then opened my eyes with his fingers and looked at me intently as if inspecting. ¡°What are you doing?¡± ¡°It was a day off, but you woke up early. It doesn¡¯t seem like you¡¯re in pain.¡± ¡°Get away.¡± I ¡®slapped¡¯ his finger. Thanks to Camian¡¯s mischief, the atmosphere that had been awkward was relieved a bit. As soon as I got up from bed, both hands came under my arms and raised me up. ¡°Why are you still here?¡± ¡°Can¡¯t I stay here as you enter my room at will?¡± ¡°¡­No that¡¯s not it¡­ You¡¯ve never stayed in my room the morning after doing that.¡± Camian¡¯s cool lips draw a line. It¡¯s like hearing a funny thing. ¡°That? Anyone who hears it will be misunderstood.¡± ¡°Misunderstanding? What kind of¡­¡± I blinked my eyes once. I understood the meaning of Camian¡¯s words too late, and fever-like heat rose in both my ears. The unfamiliar sensation of rubbing underneath, or the warmth that touched my lips, came to mind. Camian patted my thigh and pushed his face closer. The subtle scent I had smelled yesterday rushed into my nostrils. My mood became strange, and I held my breath for a moment. ¡°Why did you stop talking?¡± Why did I stop talking¡­ Camian deliberately asked if it was fun to embarrass me. Mean jerk. Can¡¯t you just let it go? I didn¡¯t want to fall for his pranks. I swallowed a gulp in my throat, which was heated by the intense heat, and made up my voice pretending to be calm. ¡°I didn¡¯t stop talking, I just ended it with a fact.¡± Camian tilted his head slightly diagonally. He just stared at my face without responding. This silence makes it even worse. I should just keep my mouth shut. After taking a deep breath, I patted him on the shoulder. ¡°It¡¯s embarrassing, so go away.¡± ¡°But what we did wasn¡¯t so embarrassing.¡± ¡°¡­What?¡± ¡°I would be embarrassed if I was misunderstood.¡± ¡­This child. I was deliberately not talking about yesterday. Not only was the atmosphere embarrassing, but I was also afraid that the relationship between me and Camian would become bizarre. That¡­ It¡¯s because we don¡¯t do the act of grinding your nether regions with your friends. Haaa, I¡¯m gonna go crazy. At this time, a gentle warmth gently squeezed my hand and released it. Camian, who had already removed his smirk, cast a shadow with his long eyelashes and looked down. In an instant, my lips trembled. My fingertips twitch at the urge to scratch him. ¡°I put the dagger in the drawer¡­¡± ¡°Yes?¡± ¡°Whenever the next full moon comes, put it by the pillow in advance.¡± ¡°¡­¡­.¡± ¡°If I rush in with you again like yesterday, you can stab me anytime.¡± Unlike the low-pitched tone whisper that was pleasant to listen to, the content was bloody. ¡°Even if you couldn¡¯t stab me because of your arousal, you can stab me when your anger subsides after you come back to your senses the next day.¡± Did he stay in this room all night to tell me this? The broad and strong back I saw earlier came to me with a completely different feeling now. What were the emotions that were weighing on Camian during the silent night? ¡°¡­Why would I stab you? I¡¯m not angry, I¡¯m not in a bad mood. It¡¯s just that I¡¯m embarrassed. Friends¡­ don¡¯t do things like this.¡± I deliberately emphasized the friend part and talked about it. ¡®It¡¯s not bad to sleep with you. But to inform implicitly that I do not think of you in a rational way.¡¯ Ah, just thinking about it, that¡¯s a waste of words. ¡°Yes.¡± Camian smiled and tapped the tip of my nose and got up. ¡°Come down so we can have breakfast together.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± Tak. As I looked at the closed door, I felt an unbearable, unidentifiable feeling, and lay flat on the bed. I swung my limbs in the air and knocked the blanket. ¡°What. Why are you pretending to be cool? It¡¯s really annoying.¡± Because of that guy¡¯s shell, no matter what he does, he might look more beautiful several times. I pressed my cheeks with the back of my hand, and I got up from my seat, thinking that I shouldn¡¯t skip breakfast. ©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤ Chapter 16 ©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤ Chapter 16 Even if today is a day off from the academy, Camian was still busy. There were so many other people who needed Camian¡¯s help as well apart from our own farm¡¯s work¡­ Camian was called here and there and just kept working. ¡°I don¡¯t think he¡¯s ever helped like this before.¡± Even in the novel, there was no mention of Camian being kind to his neighbors. I thought he was devoted only to Liv, but it turned out that he was kind to everyone. ¡°Maybe I got you brainwashed.¡± From the moment I made up my mind to stop Camian¡¯s blackening, I always said the same thing to Camian. ¡°Live a good life.¡± ¡°Love your neighbors.¡± ¡°You have to be patient even when you get angry.¡± Etcetera, etcetera. There were so many things I said that I couldn¡¯t even remember them all. Only the words have changed, but the content was the same. My eyes moved towards Camian¡¯s direction. Then, without realizing it, my gaze turned between his legs. ¡­It was big. I shuddered at the feeling of the weapon that had been touching me down there. ¡°Where are you looking?¡± Camian¡¯s handsome face suddenly filled my vision. Because I was thinking about impure thoughts, my body flinched excessively. Camian¡¯s one eyebrow twitched as if he found me suspicious. ¡°Ah¡­ I wasn¡¯t looking at it. I was just blankly thinking about something else.¡± ¡­Think of that thing hanging between your legs. ¡°You had a perverted face, and I was right. You are looking at mine.¡± ¡°¡­¡­.¡± ¡°What obscene fantasies did you have? Tell me. Let me hear it.¡± ¡°It¡¯s not like that.¡± ¡°Why are your ears red if it¡¯s not?¡± Anyway, this guy really didn¡¯t let anything go. Camian smiled deeply with a playful face as I covered my ears with my palms. ¡°Don¡¯t think too many naughty thoughts. It¡¯s killing me.¡± ¡­Oh my, crazy. Leaving me angry, Camian walked away without notice. I grabbed my coat and hurriedly followed him. The guy who was well ahead turned around without notice. I almost smashed my forehead against his chest. ¡°Where are you going?¡± ¡°What, do I have to tell everything?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t want to. Or read my mind and guess it.¡± Where was I going? I was just going to go to Camian¡¯s next workplace just to look around. Camian shifted his center of gravity to one side and stands tall. I set my gaze elsewhere for no reason at the rather poor posture. ¡°Don¡¯t mess around, tell me where you¡¯re going quickly.¡± ¡°People will think you¡¯re my dad.¡± ¡°I¡¯m not joking.¡± ¡°Then what are you going to do?¡± ¡°I¡¯ll take you. Where are you going?¡± ¡°Never mind. I can go wherever I want to go.¡± ¡°Liv.¡± I was just joking around with my words, but the atmosphere was getting worse than I thought. Camian had the momentum to not take a step back unless I told him about my destination. I didn¡¯t want to fight him back with a joke that it wasn¡¯t a big deal. ¡°I was just trying to follow you. Why do you keep digging like that?¡± ¡°¡­¡­.¡± Camian, who had a serious expression on his face with a slightly narrowed eyebrow, let out a weak sigh. Then, with a more relaxed face than before, he fastened my clothes tightly. ¡°What are you worried about?¡± ¡°Because you are special.¡± ¡°If you know, don¡¯t do it. I am really surprised.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t pretend to be so soft.¡± I pushed Camian and went outside. Although the air was chilly, the wind was not strong enough so it was bearable. ¡°Would you like to get on my back?¡± Camian quickly caught up with me and pointed to his back. ¡°Where are you going?¡± ¡°Uncle Holt¡¯s house.¡± ¡°What, that¡¯s close.¡± When I walk ahead, his long legs walk side by side in line with my stride. ¡°Come inside the house when you arrive.¡± ¡°What about you?¡± ¡°They need my help chopping wood. It blows a lot of dust and it¡¯s bad for your lungs, so don¡¯t come near me.¡± ¡°No way¡­¡± I wanted to stay by Camian¡¯s side, but I gave up my heart because it was bad for my lungs. Even though it was winter, there were times when I often had a cough in the morning. I had to be careful about everything, because even a single small sickness came to my body as a huge one. ¡°If you feel bored, you can go back now.¡± ¡°No. I can exercise and walk. It¡¯s also fun to chat with Aunt Nella.¡± Holt was a close neighbor, whom we have frequented since childhood. It wasn¡¯t as comfortable as home, but it was a place that suddenly came to mind on a free weekend. As soon as we arrived there, Camian disappeared with Holt, and I drank hot honey tea from Nella. ¡°¡­Do you know how surprised I was when he carried you to my house at such a young age?¡± ¡°I think I¡¯ve heard this story already about ten times.¡± ¡°Then it will be the eleventh time now. Camian had several layers of clothes over your body, drenched in the rain.¡± ¡°So I didn¡¯t get a drop of rain, but my clothes were all wet from a cold sweat?¡± ¡°Yes. Apparently, Debra and Jack were at the relative¡¯s wedding that day. Your temperature was so high, so Camian¡ªoh, how surprised that little child must have been. Still, he stayed determined. He didn¡¯t even show any signs of crying.¡± ¡°Wow¡­ This is so¡­ That kid is amazing.¡± ¡°It¡¯s a relief that we have fever reducers at home. Oh, just thinking about that time still breaks my heart.¡± I responded mechanically. Hearing the stories that I experienced when I was nine years old more than ten times is also tedious and tiring. My teacup was now more than half empty, while Nella¡¯s teacup is still the same as it was originally. She didn¡¯t drink even a single sip because she ran her mouth dry with praises for Camian. ¡°So Liv. When are you two going to get married?¡± It¡¯s a question I get asked several times a day whenever I meet the neighbors, so it¡¯s not a big deal anymore. ¡°We¡¯re friends. We are not getting married.¡± ¡°Oh. You and Camian both like each other, but what do you mean just friends?¡± I was a little startled by this statement. It¡¯s true that Camian likes me, but I don¡¯t. I have fond feelings for Camian, but that didn¡¯t lead to love. And I¡¯ll never fall in love with Camian. ¡°It¡¯s a misunderstanding.¡± Nella clicked her tongue. ¡°Don¡¯t be so careless and let him get taken away. What if Camian falls for someone else?¡± ¡°Then that¡¯s good. I can really congratulate him.¡± ¡°It sounds like something you don¡¯t mean.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t underestimate my sincerity. I¡¯m telling the truth.¡± Exciting laughter flew over my frown. Nella nodded her head in agreement, but she didn¡¯t seem to believe me. Think whatever you want. Siiip. I drank the honey tea. As the tea ran out, the sun went down and Camian returned. The weather wasn¡¯t cold, so his sleeves were rolled up above his elbows. His stiff, tendon-lined forearms stood out in particular. ¡°Let¡¯s go.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± Before I could even pick up my cloak, Camian stood holding it so it was easier for me to wear. He¡¯s fast, too. He put the arms one by one and meticulously opened out the front. ¡°Here, take one of these.¡± Holt came out and held out a bird and a bear sculpture carved out of wood in front of Camian. Like Holt with good dexterity, the bear¡¯s teeth and the bird¡¯s wings were so sophisticated that I can¡¯t help but admire it. ¡°Can we really take this with us?¡± ¡°This is nothing compared to your help.¡± I widened my eyes and looked at the sculpture. What should I have? Birds are nice too, but bears seem more dignified. If you put it in front of my window, it will chase away even ghosts. The moment I made up my mind, the bear disappeared from my sight. ¡­This guy? Camian held the sculpture in one hand and thanked Holt. I took the bird. Fighting in front of Holt over whether this or that was better wouldn¡¯t be polite, so I put up with it for now. And when Holt¡¯s house became almost invisible behind us, I pushed my hand towards Camian. ¡°Give me the bear.¡± ¡°There should be a neighborhood watch unit in our village as well. The sun hasn¡¯t set yet, but I¡¯m being robbed by someone already.¡± ¡°How can you choose first without even asking me? You¡¯re despicable.¡± ©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤ Chapter 17 ©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤ Chapter 17 In fact, Camian was the only one who worked so hard, so even if Camian took both of the sculptures, there was nothing I could say. Still, knowing that he had such a rude and petty personality, I purposely acted more brazenly. Instead of just taking the bear from Camian¡¯s hand, I exchanged it with the bird. As I closed his fingers one by one over the sculpture, I heard a small chuckle. ¡°I¡¯m afraid I¡¯ll become a vigilante even after I graduate from the academy.¡± ¡°Even vigilantes should have some means to earn money.¡± ¡°I open my eyes and my possessions get extorted from me, then at the same time I also work for no money, even if it¡¯s unfair.¡± I patted Camian¡¯s back as if to comfort him. ¡°When you become a vigilante, I will return this bear sculpture. Until then, stay strong.¡± As he watched the bear sculpture leave his hand, a hum rang out. I took a step ahead and Camian followed me. Maple leaves fell softly under the elongated evening sunset. Conversations about living a peaceful daily life and naturally imagining the future ahead made my heart ache. I¡¯m not the real Liv, and Camian isn¡¯t a real countryside young man either. But for now, we treated each other as just Liv and Camian, who were born and raised in this village and will live together in the future. I don¡¯t know when this play will end, but I hope it will have a happy ending. When you take off your mask and return to your original life¡­ Even though in the aftermath of it all, a bitter taste would be left after being drunk with bliss, I want to avoid the tragedy of not being able to get out of this role and the supposed end of my life. Camian, who came out of the shower before me, was lying on the bed in my room for a long time. In his hands was a romance novel that I had never seen before. And he was flipping through the pages fast. I don¡¯t know when he¡¯ll read a book again as he¡¯s been called here and there all day. He¡¯s not going to sleep? ¡°Why are you here?¡± ¡°I can focus well here.¡± I laughed at that. It was an excuse just because he wanted to see me¡­ Wait. I threw the towel I was wearing on my head and hurriedly touched the desk. ¡°Where did my bear go?¡± ¡°Why are you asking me that?¡± ¡°I asked because you were in my room.¡± ¡°It¡¯s not me. Don¡¯t doubt me.¡± The bear sculpture that was placed on the desk in front of the window disappeared. The behavior of the man who showed regret for the bear while chanting about being a vigilante flashed through my head. What do you mean a vigilante! A thief shouldn¡¯t use such a grand title! I slumped down next to Camian. ¡°Give it to me while I¡¯m still asking nicely.¡± ¡°You¡¯ll get hurt while catching a living person.¡± ¡°What I¡¯m catching is a thief.¡± I swiped the book Camian was reading. He let out a sigh. Then he got up and looked at me with a cold expression on his face. ¡°Thief?¡± ¡°Someone says that a person¡¯s habits at three years old wouldn¡¯t leave them until they¡¯re eighty. If I see your bad habit with your wandering hands, I don¡¯t think I should just let it pass.¡± ¡°Hey, what are you doing¡­!¡± The bear sculpture must have been hidden somewhere on Camian¡¯s body. If Camian fairly asked for the bear sculpture, I was also willing to give it to him. But why was he doing such a naughty thing? Seriously, I just can¡¯t get over it. I groped his thick forearms and chest and stroked his abs. Camian couldn¡¯t help but lift his arm in a crooked posture. ¡°If I find it, prepare to be beaten in the head with the sculpture.¡± ¡°Hands off. I¡¯ll turn over my own pockets and show you¡­¡± ¡°What¡¯s this?¡± Camian took a heavy breath. I felt his muscles stiffen. I got you, bastard. I gripped what was on his right thigh. The thick thing was similar in size to the bear sculpture. ¡°What is this, huh? Are you still going to get away with it?¡± ¡°¡­¡­.¡± Camian¡¯s ears turned red as if they were about to explode. He seems to know that stealing was shameful. After laughing, I shook the heavy thing from side to side. Camian frowned and flinched his body. His eyes heated up. ¡°Come on, Camian. Huh?¡± ¡°¡­Get your hands off me.¡± ¡°Tell me the truth.¡± If you show genuine repentance, I will let it slide. Depending on what he does, I can be more generous and give Camian the sculpture or something. ¡°Liv, wait¡­ Keugh.¡± But his reaction was kind of strange. He seemed to be holding on to something, and he looked pained. I wondered if the sculpture had stabbed at his skin, so I grabbed it and lifted it up. Then Camian jumped up to his waist and grabbed my shoulder. Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes. ¡°Camian, why are you¡­¡± I felt a twitching sensation in my hand. All nerves go to the palm of my hand. A sculpture made of wood cannot inflate its volume by itself¡­ What was in my hand was getting bigger and bigger. No way. Camian¡¯s breath sank low. I realized it too late. ¡°What you grabbed and stroked just now¡ª it¡¯s my c*ck.¡± ¡°¡­¡­.¡± My heart was pounding wildly as if it was going to burst through my bones. On the other hand, my mouth was hardened as though it had been poured with plaster. This accident made me come to a complete halt. ¡°Will you let go now?¡± I quickly let go as if I had touched something terrible. Crash. And I fell on the bed. Astonished, Camian approaches me calling my name, and I feel no pain while waving my hand at him. ¡°¡¯M fine¡­ Uh, sorry. No, I¡¯m not hurt.¡± One of Camian¡¯s eyebrows rose sharply. I lowered my gaze as it was on the front of his tent-like pants. Gulp. A gulp went down straightaway. It felt like my ears were going to explode from the heat. ¡°Uh, so¡­ that, take care of it, I¡¯ll be outside.¡± And I left the room like I was running away. But in this house, the only place I could go to was my room or Camian¡¯s. I went into the familiar room and covered the duvet on the top of my head. ¡°Driving me crazy.¡± The scent of the man who had been buried all over the room rushed into my nostrils. I wiggled my toes incessantly in a strange feeling. It¡¯s not enough to sexually harass Camian in the first place. I felt like garbage without an excuse. Instead of running away like this now, I had to apologize properly to Camian. Sorry I stroked your c*ck while thinking it¡¯s a bear sculpture. Yes, it¡¯s yours¡­ I¡¯m sorry for forcing you to give it to me. I won¡¯t do it again. ¡­All sorts of swear words lingered on the tip of my tongue. Any kind of apology just sounded embarrassing and weird. I ripped off my hair and rolled around the bed. ¡°Crazy, crazy.¡± But no matter how I feel, it¡¯s only right to apologize if I left Camian with terrible memories that are hard to forget. I pretended not to know, and pushed the vulgar feeling of wanting to do something more that had never happened, then kicked off the blanket. I strode to the front of my bedroom. Whoo. I took a deep breath and then raised my hand to knock. ¡°Keugh¡­¡± ¡­An embarrassing sound stopped my hand. I stiffened my body and blinked my eyes. Did I hear it wrong? But through the cracks in the old wooden door, the sound of flesh clashing clearly leaked out. And there was a faint huffing sound in between. I silenced my breaths as much as I could and covered my mouth with both hands. Camian is jerking off inside my room¡ª ¡°Hah¡­ Haa, Liv.¡± ¡ªwhile calling my name. I looked at the closed door with perplexed eyes. Did he not feel embarrassed to masturbate in my room, to call my name while doing it? It was making me feel things. Why am I listening to this sound without leaving at once? The heat rising from beyond the room was clinging to me. As his breathing got rougher, my body stiffened and a dense sense of arousal rose within me. I even had the illusion that his big, hot hands were stroking all over my own body. ¡°Huuk¡­ Ah.¡± Flinch. My shoulders trembled. The sound of flesh being stroked gradually got faster. The moaning that had been suffocated has also turned into a blatant one. He seemed to know that I was listening to him from outside. It was an unbearable noise, as if he was deliberately trying to make me hear it. It was like standing in the middle of a storm. Unable to do anything about the rushing stimulation, both my legs quivered beneath me. The sound of him holding it and stroking himself increased its speed. I heard him call my name over and over again from beyond the door, and the heavier sound of his breathing filled my ears. ¡°Haaa, Liv.¡± Eventually, at the same time Camian climaxed while calling my name, I fell down to my knees. I pressed down both my hands over my lips, hoping that my own moans wouldn¡¯t leak out. ©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤ Chapter 18 ©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤ Chapter 18 Thinking that the bottom of the bear sculpture was too uneven, it wouldn¡¯t even be able to stand alone and would fall on the desk. If it leaned its back slightly against the wall, it might settle into a stable position. But here, believing for even a moment that Camian¡¯s c*ck was a sculpture without even looking for it properly¡ªthis was one hundred percent my fault. And I hadn¡¯t even tried to apologize to Camian yet. After hearing Camian pleasuring himself, seeing his face became several times more embarrassing. Just by looking at his side profile, my face became so hot that I couldn¡¯t even say a word, let alone an apology. Camian also only spoke the bare minimum with me and did not talk about anything else. While carrying me on his broad back to the academy, not a single word was exchanged between us. It felt like we were very conscious of each other, but outwardly we were treating each other like strangers. No, was I the only one being overly conscious of it? The strange atmosphere continued even after we arrived at the academy. Camian didn¡¯t take my seat, and I didn¡¯t intend to sit next to him either. He sat in a position where I could barely see the back of his head. Have we ever sat apart like this? I slowly searched my memory, but nothing came to mind. ¡°Did you guys fight?¡± Tessa asked as if it was a big deal. I shrugged my chin and fixed my gaze on Camian¡¯s black-clad back. ¡°It wasn¡¯t a fight¡­¡± Because I did something to him that I shouldn¡¯t have done to him. ¡°It looks like you had a fight.¡± ¡°¡­I¡¯m telling you it is not.¡± ¡°It¡¯s harvest season in your village these days right, so isn¡¯t it the busiest time? Don¡¯t focus on other places for nothing, just replenish your stamina and help out with work.¡± ¡°He¡¯s doing well on his own.¡± ¡°Is Camian the one who started the fight?¡± ¡°¡­There¡¯s nothing for us to fight about.¡± As if Tessa already knew all about it, she clucked her tongue. She assumed without knowing the exact circumstances. I know it is true that I made a huge mistake towards Camian, but it was a bit unfair for Tessa to treat me like this. You don¡¯t know, but this guy you think is great could actually throw this academy into hell if he wanted to. To look at me as if I was criticized for having touched his d*ck just once¡­ Ugh. It¡¯s all pointless talk. Putting the future aside, looking at the facts that happened, it was me, not Camian, who did the unscrupulous molestation and didn¡¯t even apologize. ¡°Don¡¯t dilly dally and apologize.¡± Tessa pointed to Camian with her chin. Before I knew it, the other students suddenly gathered around him, forming a noisy group. What are you talking about? Those students, who were babbling one word at a time, were watching Camian with a look in their eyes rather than trying to strike a conversation. Clear in their eyes was a strong desire to get to know him. I wondered what kind of expression Camian had between them. I stared intently at the guy¡¯s back, imagining him having a nonchalant look. ¡°Don¡¯t stare and just apologize.¡± ¡°¡­I didn¡¯t mean to.¡± ¡°Honestly, where can you find a friend like Camian? Even if he¡¯s a childhood friend, carrying all your textbooks, taking care of your homework every time you collapse, and running to the doctor carrying you every time you collapse is something that you wouldn¡¯t normally do without sincerity. If you hadn¡¯t been angry because you and Camian weren¡¯t in a relationship, I would have believed you so.¡± The words praising Camian were not very impressive because I had listened to them until my ears were worn out. Why are you praising that bastard for me? However, there was one annoying part. I turned my head to face Tessa. ¡°When was I ever angry?¡± Tessa let out an exasperated sigh. ¡°Don¡¯t you remember? Shortly after we entered school. When the kids asked you if you were going to marry Camian, you cried and shouted no. Then, you passed out. Do you know how surprised I was then?¡± As I listened, I vaguely recalled a memory that had been buried in time. I think it was just around the end of the second sexual encounter with him. At that time, my distrust of Camian was not completely washed away. To the other kids, Camian and I were good targets to tease, thinking that we might fall in love with each other if we accidentally touched each other. The body belonged to a minor, but the mind possessed was that of an adult, so such a teasing could be taken as a joke. But apart from being teased, the children¡¯s playful words became a spark, and I feared what would happen if Camian became aware of me as someone who¡¯s more than a contractor. Moreover, it was when I screamed all night in terrible pain, as if a blade cut out the flesh. My whole body and mind could not control the emotions, and I immediately expressed what was rising. After shouting that I do not have such a relationship with Camian, not long afterward Camian told me that we should go to school separately. Tessa tapped my forehead with her index finger. ¡°If you can¡¯t even apologize, you¡¯ll be the one losing.¡± ¡°I know. I¡¯ll apologize.¡± But just looking at his face, I keep seeing the same thing from yesterday¡­ What should I do with the sound of breathing in heat ringing in my ears? It made my body heat up so much that I couldn¡¯t ignore it easily. Even though Tessa continued to notice, I couldn¡¯t even say a word to Camian, let alone an apology, until all lectures were over. Camian, who went out the front door before me, was standing leaning against a wisteria tree. As I got closer to him, Camian turned his back without saying a word and bent his knees. On his angled shoulders, open purple petals were buried like snow. After brushing it off with his hand, I leaned on his body. Without a single word of conversation. Even business relationships wouldn¡¯t be this rigid. With every step he took, my body shook with a certain beat. I leaned my cheek against his shoulder and caught the sight of the slow passing scenery. But my mind was in a state of chaos to even feel the atmosphere of nature. Looking at the expansive green land, the subtle scent of grass, and the ripe autumn trees, I was reminded that the c*ck that I touched yesterday was like a sculpture of a bear. I can¡¯t believe it either. By this point, an unbelievable grunt lingered under my tongue. No but, what kind of guy¡¯s thing is so big? It was enough to make me mistake it for a bear sculpture¡­ Blaming Camian¡¯s extraordinary body for yesterday¡¯s catastrophe would only make him get angry. So the only way to deal with yesterday¡¯s mishap was to apologize. And now was the right time to do so. This was a moment when I wouldn¡¯t have to look at this guy¡¯s face. After clenching my dry throat once, I spoke blindly. ¡°About yesterday,¡± ¡°What are you trying to say?¡± Just as I was about to say, ¡®I¡¯m sorry,¡¯ Camian interrupted me. His sharp tone mercilessly tore the courage I had barely gathered. The words of an apology that I had briefly thought about evaporated in my head. What should I say? My head was spinning. ¡°¡­ I, yes, I¡¯m sorry I mistook it for a bear sculpture.¡± ¡°¡­¡­.¡± Camian didn¡¯t answer. I wish he would say it¡¯s okay or if he swore or something, but the guy¡¯s mouth didn¡¯t open until the end. An unbearable embarrassment pulled my nerves taut. ¡°¡­But why were you born with something like that?¡± Camian, who was walking at a constant stride, suddenly lost his footing. As his body leaned forward, I instinctively grabbed his neck and hugged him. Camian, who immediately regained his balance, let out an annoyed sigh and started walking again. ¡°Oh, I¡¯m not saying it¡¯s your fault. If I sounded bad, I apologize for that, too.¡± ¡°¡­¡­.¡± ¡°Since I was little, I have been brainwashed like this, that a man¡¯s thing is a chili pepper, so of course I thought there would be chili pepper in the pants, but I didn¡¯t think there would be a bear sculpture¡­¡± ¡°What?¡± ¡°So I mean, your thing has been blessed among the chili pepper fields. A special grade A.¡± Camian finally stopped in his tracks. As he took in a long inhale and let it out after that, I felt his back swell. Even if my apology was wrong, I buried my face in his shoulder, feeling that it was wrong for a long time. Then I comforted him and whispered softly. ¡°¡­You will be loved by a woman. I guarantee it.¡± He spoke in a calm voice, who had only listened quietly. ¡°Do you want me to set you down here?¡± The house was right in front of me. It wasn¡¯t too far to walk, but I didn¡¯t want to get off. ¡°No.¡± ¡°Then shut your mouth.¡± ¡­Cheeky. Who dares to shut up to whom? But, having committed a crime, I kept my mouth shut until I went inside the house. ©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤ Chapter 19 ©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤ Chapter 19 As expected, there were some effects to the apology. A cold wind blew from Camian. Even so, he was still taking good care of my condition. The puns that came and went as usual just disappeared without a trace, just as the colorful expressions did, which would have been uttered whenever he made fun of me. With his mouth firmly fixed, he helped me exercise in a very businesslike manner and took care of my diet. The nagging that used to be a hundred words a day has now decreased to just a handful. This change was due to a change in my attitude rather than Camian getting angry at me and giving up on nagging me. Having committed the heinous crime of sexual harassment, I had to kneel down in front of Camian and ask for his forgiveness. It¡¯s stupid to arouse his anger by repeating the actions that Camian has pointed out. When eating, the nagging was significantly reduced just by not chewing food properly or not increasing the amount of exercise excessively. The problem was that there was no conversation at all other than that. I¡¯d rather hear him nag more. Then, naturally, we would share a few more words. I could almost feel recently at the mouth of the man who kept silent the whole time. It was uncomfortable, awkward, and it made me feel guilty¡­ The rough emotions rolled painfully in my chest. ¡°When are you going?¡± I looked at him the whole time, then gathered up the courage to say something. Getting called around because of the harvest, Camian picked up his cloak as soon as dinner was over. I hugged my knees on the sofa and put my chin on them. Camian glanced at me and strode towards me with his long legs. His large hand gently pressed my cheek and pressed it to his forehead. ¡°You have a fever.¡± ¡°Huh? I think I¡¯m fine.¡± This broken body¡¯s body temperature went up and down repeatedly. I thought my condition was stable for a while, but it seems to be the beginning again. Still, it was better for the fever to rise than for the body temperature to decrease. When the body temperature drops, my hands and feet become as cold as ice, and even my blood wouldn¡¯t circulate as if my veins had frozen over. Even though I lay in front of the fireplace and put on several layers of clothes, a chill in my flesh was choking my breath. There¡¯s no other way than to endure the terrible time, trembling with not being able to rest a single finger. The high fever was relatively better because I was able to pass out at some point after suffering from pain as if all organs were melting. I rested the back of my hand on the forehead that Camian had touched. I think I may have a little bit of heat. Camian put down the cloak he had worn and brought a glass bottle of red liquid and a spoon. It was a fever-reducing medicine made by crushing flowers that had a fever-reducing effect. I can¡¯t imagine the sweet taste that medicine had in Korea. The bitter taste and smell of grass was so disgusting that I spit it out the first time I ate it. I frowned as I watched the red liquid glistening on the spoon. ¡°Ah.¡± Following Camian, I opened my mouth obediently. As soon as the medicine entered my mouth, I closed my nose and swallowed it. To avoid as much bitterness as possible, I should not breathe through my nose for a while. After I emptied all the water Camian gave, and put the candy in my mouth, I let out the breath I had been holding back. ¡°Go to bed early today before you get too warm.¡± ¡°When are you coming back?¡± ¡°After you go to sleep.¡± ¡°Do you know when I¡¯ll fall asleep?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t think it¡¯s been a minute since I told you to go to bed early.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t order me arou¡­¡± I tried to sharply shoot back as usual, but I kept my mouth shut. I¡¯m not in a position to do that yet because I haven¡¯t been able to properly apologize. I bit the inside of my lip and opened my mouth again. And I replied timidly. ¡°I can¡¯t sleep. I don¡¯t even feel like going to bed early.¡± Camian just looked down at me with an unreadable face. ¡°I¡¯ll be late today.¡± After a while, Camian spoke in a slow tone. ¡°How long?¡± I snatched the guy¡¯s words and asked him right away. I could see Camian¡¯s forehead narrowing. I was a little startled by the subtle change in expression. ¡°If you have something to say, say it now. Don¡¯t wait for me.¡± ¡°¡­So openly¡­¡± ¡°If it¡¯s hard to say it out loud, write a letter and put it on the desk in my room.¡± No matter how much I grabbed his c*ck and stroked it, that sharp reaction was a bit excessive. No, I don¡¯t have anything to say, even if he raised his voice while swearing and saying don¡¯t come near me¡­ Sadness and regret mixed and cluttered my mind. However, the sadness did not have any strength and was quickly pushed into a corner. The guilt that weighed heavily on my heart was too great. I wiggled my toes on the sofa and sighed deeply. In fact, if I had apologized properly, Camian wouldn¡¯t have been this angry. ¡°¡­Sorry.¡± ¡°I know.¡± Camian answered with a gentle tone. I¡¯ve been staring at him all day, so it¡¯s strange that he wouldn¡¯t notice my feelings. But¡­ Why was he saying this out loud? Normally, when you apologize, shouldn¡¯t you be talking about your position on the apology? Did he think I just said this to let him know I¡¯m sorry? If he had ignored my apology, I wouldn¡¯t have been as embarrassed as I am now. But instead of arguing, I decided to make a more proper apology. ¡°I¡¯m sorry for accusing you of stealing. And yes there¡­ Even touching you carelessly. It was a real mistake. I didn¡¯t mean to tease you.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t apologize. I¡¯m not doing this because you touched me.¡± ¡°Huh?¡± Instead of answering, Camian put on his robe and went outside. Left alone, I constantly turned over the words he told me with questions swirling in my mind. ¡°Then why are you doing this to me?¡± After sitting on the sofa and thinking for a while, Camian¡¯s words did not leave my mind even after I was led by Debra¡¯s hand and laid down on the bed. Then, suddenly, a possibility popped into my head. ¡°Do you not love me anymore?¡± It¡¯s not that he was angry with me, it¡¯s that his heart is cold. If Camian¡¯s reason for taking care of me so businesslike was not out of anger, but because the ¡®love¡¯ had left, that would have been a good guess. It¡¯s bittersweet to see that his heart has changed like flipping the palm of the hand, and his attitude has become so cold that it¡¯s difficult to adapt to. But it¡¯s not unbearable. Rather, I decided that if his feelings were like this, then it was better. It was supposed to be like this one day, and the time was only pulled earlier by an unexpected accident. As the puzzle was put together, my mind was organized, so my pace became more comfortable. I pulled the blanket up to my chest and closed my eyes. However, it seems that what I said to Camian about not wanting to sleep early came true. I couldn¡¯t sleep at all. In the darkened room, my eyes shone brightly. Even if I rolled over here or there, sleep would not settle down on his eyelids. Was there a problem? Ah, I guess I didn¡¯t exercise much today. So it¡¯s like this: Tomorrow, I¡¯ll try to run far, even if it¡¯s a little too much. There were not many uphill roads, and I thought of a few places where the ground was soft. And the course was subdivided. Anyway, that is not even halfway to the length Camian carrying me to the academy. When will this frail body become less brittle? Will such a day ever come? Bad thoughts crept into the night because of the gloom. I took a deep breath and brushed it off. The fact that Camian stopped liking me was already a big deal for me. There¡¯s no reason to dig a hole here with other gloomy thoughts. As if it¡¯s not enough already. I looked up at the black ceiling and closed my eyes. At this time, the wooden stairs sounded and went up to the second floor, and a sign of presence was heard. Reflexively, my body reacted. I jumped up and went to the door, reaching towards the knob to open it at any moment, but then I drooped. What am I going to do with Camian now? I had nothing to say. If I had to choose the words, I would say, ¡®You worked hard. Sleep well.¡¯ But it was ridiculous to open the door to meet him in the middle of the night just to say that. As I was about to go back to bed, I heard a knock. I was astonished as if I had seen a ghost. It was extremely rare for Camian to visit my room during the night. Except on days when I¡¯m ill or conscious enough to need care¡­ ¡°Ah.¡± There is one more case. ¡°Liv.¡± A hoarse voice was heard from beyond the door. What to do, what should I do. I turned my head and looked towards the door. About once or twice a year, Camian knocked on my door in the middle of the night like this. While intoxicated. ©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤ Chapter 20 ©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤ Chapter 20 After the harvest, the villagers usually gather together for a small celebration. Camian, who wasn¡¯t partial towards alcohol, didn¡¯t like drinking liquor and only drank a little bit on special days. It was natural for several people to give drinks to Camian when it could be said that he¡¯s the main character of the harvest season. At this, Camian took the drinks well on days like this without refusing. And, he was always the one who lost consciousness first. Why was he drinking today? Questions sprang up. I thought I had to open the door, so I lit the lamp on the side table. Fwoosh. The wick caught fire and the flame¡¯s orange glow warmed the room. When I just put my feet down from the bed, Thump! I heard a small noise. Startled, I ran to the front door and pulled the handle. Then Camian, who had his forehead pressed against the door, lost his center of gravity and fell toward me. ¡°Hey, no. Wait¡­¡± There was no way that I could catch such a burly man with this weak body. My head quickly judged the situation and gave my body a command. As I widened my stride to dodge to the side, Camian¡¯s body turned forward. BAM. The sound as he crashed to the floor resounded. Something as loud as this could have been heard all the way downstairs. Scratching the back of my head, I crouched down next to Camian. He had his forehead nailed to the floor, showing no sign of getting up. Was he dead? ¡°Hey.¡± As I pinched his forearm, Camian took a deep breath and turned over. His bangs were scattered, revealing his forehead. I put my hand on his straight forehead. It¡¯s warm. ¡°It hurts.¡± Camian fluttered his long lashes, closing his eyes once and then opened them. Because of the drunkenness, his eyes were bleary with moisture. But in my perspective, it looked like he was crying because of pain. ¡°You look so funny right now. You won¡¯t remember this anyway.¡± If I had a phone in my hand, I would have taken hundreds of photos. I clicked my tongue with regret. Whenever Camian was drunk, he certainly showed many aspects of himself that he would have never normally shown. The weak part that had been hidden under his rough and blunt demeanor came to the surface with the help of some liquor. Camian grabbed my hand and placed it over his cheek. He gently tilted his head and rubbed his face against the palm of my hand, just like a puppy. What are you doing? Pfft. An unbearable laugh erupted. I like Camian when he¡¯s cute. He¡¯s adorable, obedient, and it was funny to see his face get hurt whenever I made fun of him. Camian wouldn¡¯t remember a single thing the next day, so I had a lot more courage teasing him like this. So I tried to force him to drink a few shots before, but failed every time. ¡°¡­Don¡¯t apologize.¡± I smiled at the sudden words and asked. ¡°What?¡± ¡°It¡¯s okay that you¡­ touched my c*ck.¡± Everything Camian would say while he¡¯s drunk contained his true feelings. I stroked Camian¡¯s head with my other hand and nodded. This was something I had expected, since I¡¯d already realized that the reason Camian was so cold to me today wasn¡¯t because he was angry, but because the love he had for me had already disappeared. ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°I won¡¯t do that anymore.¡± Camian whispered as he buried his lips in the palm of my hand. His breath and low vibrations tickled my skin. ¡°What?¡± ¡°In front of you¡­ I won¡¯t be like that. ¡®M sorry.¡± I couldn¡¯t understand why he was apologizing. Camian¡¯s cool, outstretched thick eyebrows were slanted sadly. Camian gently grabbed my hand. I bowed my face as he wanted. I brought my ear to the corner of his mouth, and the hot breath pierced into my ear. For a moment, goosebumps appeared on the back of my neck. ¡°I knew.¡± ¡°¡­¡­.¡± He spoke in a low voice, as if whispering a secret. ¡°That day, I knew you were behind the door.¡± I immediately knew what ¡®that day¡¯ was. There¡¯s no way I couldn¡¯t know. The day Camian pleasured himself alone in my room. His red eyes lit up in the darkness. Thump thump. My heart was beating wildly. The distance between us was so close that the moment I thought my heartbeat could be heard by Camian, Camian again dragged my hand over his mouth and rubbed his lips. ¡°¡­You, that¡¯s why you avoided me?¡± Camian nodded. ¡°It¡¯s not because you don¡¯t like me?¡± The straight expression became wrinkled. His teeth were sharp against my thumb, then soon nibbled down. ¡°I like you.¡± ¡°¡­¡­.¡± The drunken Camian did not hesitate to confess. He let out a shaky breath, fanning my burning face. ¡°Don¡¯t say something like that. I like you a lot.¡± ¡°Okay, I get it so¡­ Stop talking.¡± The reason he kept his distance from me was none other than a sense of shame. What I thought he was feeling was entirely wrong. And when a person found out the truth very cunningly, the sadness and resentment that had been buried stuck out in my head. It¡¯s my fault, why are you making me suffer? ¡°Th-then I¡¯m sorry.¡± If Camian had been honest with me, I would have apologized. Now, for nothing, I was grumpy and grunting. ¡°Yes. But next time, be careful.¡± ¡°¡­Uh, sorry.¡± He speaks quite firmly with his hazy, wide eyes. I reflexively apologized again. ¡°It¡¯s hard to see you naked in a dream. I think I will keep dreaming of you for a few days.¡± ¡°It must be hard¡­¡± I swore I wouldn¡¯t even look through his legs. Camian smiled as he curved the corners of his eyes beautifully. Then close his eyes and took a deep breath. ¡°Are you sleeping?¡± Silence soon returned as the answer. I slowly pulled my hand out of his large hand and covered him with his blanket. As the sound of steady breathing descended into the room, drowsiness slowly appeared in my quivering eyes. ¡°Hey, I¡¯m fine. As a person goes through life, they can be caught masturbating. Ah, I think it¡¯s the same with the demons.¡± While on Camian¡¯s back, I muttered the same words over and over again. I gazed with joy as his ears were red as if they were about to explode. When I found out the truth, Camian still tried to keep his distance from me, but it felt quite different to me now. Unsurprisingly, Camian was utterly embarrassed and couldn¡¯t even face me properly and deliberately avoided me. And even if we talked for just a little while longer, his face would suddenly turn red. What are you thinking in that head of yours? What else did you dream about? Pervert. But my face in the mirror was smiling like a more vicious pervert. It¡¯s understandable that Camian avoids me with this sinister face. Whether or not Camian was feeling shy, I followed closely behind him and said, ¡°I heard the sound of water this morning. Did you wash your underwear? It¡¯s okay, I understand.¡± I said those words over and over again. As these obscene mentions continued for several days, Camian slammed the bed and got up. I ran to the room and sat next to the bed, bowing my head and chuckling. ¡°What did I say while I was drunk? Tell me.¡± ¡°Just¡­ A story about your energetic junior¡­?¡± ¡°Hey, what are you saying?¡± When I glanced pointedly at the place between his legs, Camian rushed to cover his lower body with a blanket. Laughter erupted again at the sight of this bachelor who felt threatened. ¡°Because you¡¯re like this, I want to keep teasing you.¡± ¡°Get out.¡± ¡°Fine. I¡¯m going, I¡¯m going.¡± I could feel Camian¡¯s gaze persistently following me on the back of my head. Holding the doorknob, I said, ¡°Oh.¡± and turned back. ¡°I¡¯ll be able to see your drunken self again.¡± ¡°¡­¡­¡± ¡°The harvest season will be over soon.¡± ¡°I¡¯m not drinking this time.¡± Hearing his regretful tone, I asked, ¡°Why?¡± When the phrase ¡°I don¡¯t like talking nonsense,¡± comes up, I was inclined to say that it¡¯s okay because I¡¯m a kind, benevolent friend. ¡°It¡¯s the full moon of the party.¡± ¡°¡­Huh?¡± The playfulness that soared at the unexpected words dispersed. ¡°You know what happens when I drink.¡± Why must¡­ Now¡­ Why did I think of Camian¡¯s manhood? The thick, blunt feel in my hand and the hard feeling between my legs came back to me as if it were yesterday. I clenched my empty hands and opened them. ¡°¡­Yes, yes.¡± I tried to make fun of him, but on the contrary, I was also flustered myself. There were still a few mischievous words left to make his ears red. My mouth didn¡¯t even budge. My facial muscles stiffened so that I couldn¡¯t even smile a playful smile. ¡°Do you have more to say?¡± ¡°No?¡± His voice was exaggerated for nothing. It looks like I got numb feet. Camian leaned forward and rested the side of his face on his arm, which was propped up on his lap, then he stared at me intently. Cold sweat ran down my back. ¡­It¡¯s not a sin to imagine a man¡¯s c*ck, right? So I didn¡¯t do anything wrong. I can be brave. Camian didn¡¯t take his eyes off me and said in a low voice. ¡°Aren¡¯t you going?¡± ¡°I¡¯ve been meaning to leave now.¡± As I turned around in a hurry, his voice stopped me in my tracks. ¡°Why is your face red?¡± ¡°¡­¡­.¡± I¡¯m caught. I shut my eyes tightly in embarrassment. The tide has turned. The dominant force in the exchange has become Camian. Unsurprisingly, I heard Camian get up and walk towards me. As he got closer, goosebumps started spreading over my skin. It wasn¡¯t goosebumps out of fear. My toes got dizzy, and it felt like a strange electric current was flowing through my veins. Tak. Camian¡¯s muscular arm rested next to my face. Camian leaned on the door and lowered his head close to my face. ¡°I don¡¯t understand.¡± ¡°¡­What.¡± ¡°The fact that you¡¯re the one who¡¯s teasing me all this time, but now you¡¯re suddenly blushing and trying to run away.¡± ¡°I have a fever.¡± ¡°Really?¡± ¡°Yes!¡± Suddenly, a large hand grabbed my cheek and touched my forehead. Although it was a contact that was made several times a day, my chest pounded twice faster. This was all because of that c*ck that looked like a bear sculpture. ¡°You really have a fever.¡± ¡°Really?¡± I removed Camian¡¯s hand and touched my forehead, then touched her body all over the place. My body was definitely warmer than usual. The fever hadn¡¯t gone down yet. ¡°You speak as if it¡¯s the first time I¡¯ve held you.¡± A smile was mixed in Camian¡¯s words. Oh, I¡¯m screwed. When I raised my head, he tucked a lock of my hair behind one ear, a smile hanging on his lips. ©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤©¤