“Did the Princess mention she’s involved in the munitions business?”
“Munitions… business?”
Though my mind was scattered as Rashanin kissed me all over my face, I couldn’t have failed to catch the words “munitions business.”
“Half of Germany’s submarines and warships are made by her company. So getting involved with the Princess isn’t good. You’ll make a lot of money, but along with murderous workload, you’ll have to act as a merchant of death selling weapons that legally kill people, and your good conscience will be hurt.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at Rashanin talking about conscience. Was it at Deoksugung Palace? Who was the one who said life was tiring because he had a good conscience?
“It would be good for making decisions without regret, decisively.”
“I can’t even sigh in front of you anymore. Still, I’m kindly advising you—she’s Elisabeth, called the Red Witch of Stuttgart. I’m warning you it would be better for your well-being not to get involved with her.”
In Europe, the nickname “witch” was absolutely not a good thing. Elisabeth had said not to trust Rashanin, and Rashanin said not to get involved with her. Though they themselves would hate it, the two vampires really were very similar.
“You’ll hate this, but…”
“…?”
“You know you’re similar, right?”
Though I didn’t mention the subject, I didn’t think Rashanin wouldn’t understand. As I was holding back laughter while pulling the corners of my mouth, Rashanin furrowed his brows.
“You’re really wicked too.”
When I gave him a questioning look at his incomprehensible words, this time the man clicked his tongue.
“You provoke while pretending not to.”
Provoke? Me? As I was blinking with disbelief, Rashanin grabbed my chin and kissed me. I’d expected him to interrogate me again about Elisabeth, but following the deepening kiss, Rashanin began rubbing his lower body in earnest.
The place that had been touching since earlier was half-aroused. The sensation of hot flesh and coarse pubic hair rubbing against my skin was no different from that during sex. Dizzy, I was hesitating whether to push the man’s shoulders or wrap my arms around him, when Rashanin’s hand grabbed my tense thighs and spread them, then thrust something hot between my buttocks.
“W-wait, the condom.”
I hastily separated my lips and protested, but Rashanin didn’t pretend to listen and just pushed in as is.
“Ngh.”
Unlike when using a condom, the feeling of raw flesh pushing in was so vivid that my face contorted.
“Relax. Unhyuk. You’re too tight.”
“If only that were up to me. Nngh. Ngh.”
The man’s member completely filled my swollen entrance. Since I was already thoroughly wet and loosened, it didn’t hurt severely. I wondered why the man who, except for the first day, had always put effort into foreplay, loosened me up, and didn’t forget condoms every time we did it, was acting like this.
But the question was brief. My back arched as he rubbed the spot I felt out of habit. My sensitized body began heating up with just a few thrusts. I could feel my tightly clenching inner walls struggling to follow each time the man moved. As I gasped and grabbed Rashanin’s arm, he bit my ear.
“Ra, Rashanin… hngh. Ngh. Hng.”
Moans overflowed. My voice didn’t seem like my own. My body and mind shook as Rashanin moved.
“Ahngh.”
A loud moan flowed out as he thrust his member deep inside all at once. The man who had stopped moving for a moment firmly grabbed my waist and lifted it up.
“W-wait…”
Though I cried out at Rashanin’s sudden action, I ended up in a position straddling him. I couldn’t pay attention even for a moment to my legs spreading and the inside of my thighs being pressed. I felt like I’d go crazy at the feeling of his member digging deep. I grabbed Rashanin’s shoulders until my knuckles turned white to avoid falling.
“This, this is too much…”
The insides of my thighs trembled. But regardless of my circumstances, Rashanin moved his hips greatly. My body and head shook.
“I absolutely won’t tolerate you choosing anyone but me, especially the Princess’s side, so you’d better think carefully and make your decision.”
Unlike his vigorous movements, his warning voice was somehow chilling. But that made my heart beat faster. His words revealing possessiveness—asking me to go to Russia together, saying he liked me, telling me to choose him—made me misunderstand even though I didn’t want to.
Affectionate eyes, a sweet voice, and even blatant obsession. Regardless of what it meant, though I shouldn’t care, I found myself hoping.
My head, filled with heat, quickly became jumbled. I didn’t want to think about the future, about my confused feelings, about anything. I just closed my eyes, chasing the pleasure given to me now.
*
I came to my senses because of the feeling of my body floating in the air. The moment the thought that someone was holding me flashed through my mind, my eyes snapped open. Rashanin came into my bleary vision.
“I woke you, it seems.”
Rashanin was striding across the room. He passed by the large bed with sheets crumpled into a mess and left the room. The living room where Rashanin moved his steps without hesitation was dim.
My last memory before regaining consciousness was right before climaxing for who knows how many times. It seemed I’d fainted for a moment. My hair was wet and my body was dry for it to have been just a moment. Rashanin had probably washed me.
On the first day too, I’d fainted and woken up in the morning in a cleanly washed state. I’d thought so then too, but washing an unconscious person was quite difficult work.
The fact that Rashanin had done it was unbelievable even with evidence. To think that a man who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, as the common saying goes, who wouldn’t have gotten a single water droplet on his fingertips, would attend to someone else. If it was manners toward a sex partner, I had nothing to say, but still, it was fascinating.
“What are you looking at so intently?”
Rashanin, who was opening the door without any sign of strain even while carrying me, asked what was wrong. I, who had been blankly staring at the man’s jawline that stood out even in the darkness, had to choose what to say.
“A little…”
I tried to say it was fascinating, but my voice didn’t come out properly, perhaps because my throat was hoarse. Considering I’d been crying out continuously until just a while ago, it was natural. Though it happened every time, I felt embarrassed for no reason. Whether he knew it or not, Rashanin, who had put me down on the bed, turned on the bedside lamp and urged me on asking what.
“A little?”
“It’s fascinating.”
“What is?”
I sat up halfway. I looked at Rashanin, who seemed intent on serving me to the end as he pulled up the blanket.
“You doing this.”
“Who do you think did it on the first day?”
Of course it was Rashanin. Still, it didn’t suit him. The idea that a noble vampire, to whom arrogantly ordering people around with a tilt of his chin suited so well, would attend to someone. And the fact that the recipient was me was embarrassing.
“Thank you.”
“I’m an easy man too. To think I’d feel this good from just a small word of thanks.”
Rashanin, who had gilded his own face, let out a small laugh and burrowed into the space beside me. Despite it being an extremely spacious king-size bed, he stuck right next to me and held me close.
Every time Rashanin was on the bed, he held me close and lay down. At first I was uncomfortable, but when I gathered courage and asked why, he said he liked listening to my heartbeat. The words that a vampire liked heartbeats sounded very meaningful, but still, I couldn’t push him away telling him to move.
In a racial sense, he was clearly a predator, and it was also certain that I should be cautious to the point of being on guard. However, the sensation of a terrifying beast clinging while showing intimacy was truly special.
Having sex, pressing flesh together, feeling each other’s breathing, feeling the heart beat. And when you become conscious of it, your chest becomes ticklish to the point of tightening.
Sweet, and yet regrettable.
A sigh escaped. Despite chanting “be cool” over and over, I was like this, so I couldn’t prevent feelings from arising.
“Even though I’m right in front of you, you often think of other things.”
Rashanin, who had slightly lifted his upper body, met my gaze and smiled softly with curved eyes. Though he was no different from a beast during sex, once sex ended he acted as sweet as honey. While I lamented why I’d fallen for him knowing full well it wouldn’t work out, seeing the reason confirmed with my own eyes made me feel strange. A charmer is a charmer. Clinging so charmingly like this, who could dislike it?
“You’re not seducing me, are you?”
“……?”
“I keep saying this, but when I look at your eyes, I feel like I should do something.”
“Don’t interpret as you please.”
“Oh dear, what should I do? At times like this, you look like you want me.”
Saying that, Rashanin lightly kissed the corner of my eye. Heat spread from where his soft lips touched in an instant.
“Your eyes are truly beautiful. Your eyelids are long, your pupils are a clear, warm dark brown, and when the light hits them like this, they turn red. Fascinating.”
I didn’t know it could be this frightening to receive compliments about my appearance from a man I believed without doubt to be the most handsome in the world. It was even more so because he was sincere.
“Look in the mirror.”
“I don’t have the hobby of falling for my own face like Narcissus. However.”
“……?”
“I’m looking forward to what you’ll say.”
