I’m hungry. I’m so hungry. As I clutched my empty stomach, suddenly a chicken skewer entered my mouth.
What’s this? Warm, sweet, salty yet fragrant—it was heavenly.
“Delicious!”
What’s the secret recipe? An impulse arose to immediately open a chain restaurant. This is really drugs, no, drug chicken skewers. As I sucked on the chicken skewer, I saw Hereis looking around.
“Harry, come here! Let’s eat together! This is really delicious…”
“Should I really kill you?”
The moment an ominous voice rang in my ear, my eyes snapped open. It was a dream. I woke from the dream and returned to reality. And I realized what the identity of the chicken skewer I’d been deliciously eating in my dream was, and was horrified.
I had Eldon’s finger in my mouth. The moment I saw his chilling eyes, I hastily knelt.
“I’ve committed a mortal sin!”
Crack. The moment I opened my mouth, I heard the sound of my spine screaming. But that wasn’t the problem.
I’d slept with Eldon. After our first time together, he said he’d kill me and reached for my throat. My memories after that are hazy. It must be because my reason flew away as I entered a full heat cycle. But between the blurry memories, lovemaking with Eldon unfolded endlessly.
In short, I’d lost my virginity—no, I’d faithfully fulfilled one of the requirements for the brutal death ending.
And the main seme who’d spoken of killing me right after sleeping with me repeated the same words as soon as the heat cycle ended.
He seems to want to kill me even though he hasn’t fallen in love with Seha yet. Befitting a main gong born with the destiny to punish the villainous sub-uke. But still, how can you say such things to someone who’s sleeping? Even someone you hate looks cute when they’re asleep, doesn’t it?
“What sin did you commit?”
Why bother saying it. My very existence is a sin to you.
“Being so hungry, I dared to harm Your Highness the Crown Prince’s precious body. Since I committed this act in my sleep, please forgive me with a generous heart.”
Forgetting even the agony in my waist, I buried my head in the bed mattress and begged for forgiveness like a great criminal, when something cold struck my forehead.
“Ah!”
Is it a sword? As I let out a short scream and tumbled backward, I saw Eldon’s twisted lips and a bright red apple.
“Impudent thing. Even though I brought you delicacies from land and sea, you refused them all and begged to have sex, yet now you speak as if I starved you.”
“I, I did?”
I did that? Thinking about it, it seems Eldon did recommend food, saying to eat just a little since it was good. As I asked the question, I found the answer myself, when he whacked my head with the apple once more.
“‘I’? Were you asleep during etiquette class?”
“No! I studied hard!”
I really did study hard. I read and reread books full of seemingly useless formalities, and even practiced walking with them on my head. But Eldon squinted one eye.
“Yet you don’t even know basic forms of address?”
“Forms of address?”
“Since we consummated the marriage, you should say ‘this consort.’ How long do you plan to act like a bachelor?”
“……”
One more condition for the brutal death has been met. Since we formally consummated the marriage, it has a similar effect to holding a wedding ceremony.
You idiot Rosenthal, what were you thinking sleeping with him!
I must have gone temporarily insane from the tentacle monster’s fluids, the heat cycle, and the pressure of having to solve Hereis’s meal problem. On top of that, my happiness circuit went into overdrive thinking I might have become the main uke. If I’d been in my right mind, I wouldn’t have made such an absurd imagination.
It wasn’t about finding the secret ledger in the first place. No, even if I found it, I shouldn’t have stepped forward. It’s because I pointlessly stole one of the main uke’s episodes and incurred the author’s grudge that I’m experiencing this.
As I clutched the bed sheets and shed tears of bitter resentment in my heart, Eldon offered the apple again.
“Hurry and take it.”
I looked at the apple. It was a perfect red as if someone had set Red 100, Green 0, Blue 0 in RGB color. This luscious apple that felt almost artificial in its perfection was very familiar to me.
Don’t tell me this is…
“Isn’t this the imperial exclusive apple?”
“Correct. It’s ‘Rosana,’ the imperial exclusive apple. You’re now the Crown Princess in both name and reality, so you’re qualified to eat it.”
Damn it! I had a hunch, and it was right.
The apple that the Rosenthal of the original story loved most and ate just before dying. The apple Eldon and Seha used when proposing. The very ‘Rosana’ I’d picked while feeling the terror of death from overwork.
That bastard Eldon is trying to force me into the flow of the original story somehow!
I quickly returned the Rosana to Eldon.
“It’s too much for this humble one.”
“‘This humble one’?”
Yes, this humble one. I’ll become even lower than now if I must, but I have no intention of becoming ‘this consort.’
“Your Highness the Crown Prince, the only ones who know that Your Highness and this humble one truly consummated the marriage are just the two of us.”
“So?”
“Therefore, wouldn’t it be alright to say nothing happened?”
Looking at how he spoke of killing me both during our first time and as soon as the heat ended, Eldon seems to have found the experience with me terribly unpleasant.
In a situation where he hasn’t yet realized his love for Seha, he may have embraced me out of curiosity about an omega but found it worse than expected. Naturally. Though I don’t remember well, I must have been hopelessly bad.
Eldon must be regretting the formal consummation and inwardly sharpening the blade of anger, so it was a win-win proposal for both of us.
“Then what will you say we did locked in the bedroom for three days?”
As expected, Eldon readily agreed to my proposal. He answered as if he’d been waiting for it, which somehow feels disappointing. Anyway, three days have passed. Originally he’s the type who doesn’t hold anyone except Seha for long, so he must be getting tired by now.
Yes, this is a natural reaction. Good. This is good. I’ll nullify the consummation ceremony like this, and just endure and endure until Eldon realizes his love, then escape.
“How about chess?”
“Are you good at chess?”
“No. That’s not it, but…”
As I was answering, suddenly the Rosana was shoved into my mouth.
“If you don’t want to die with your waist severed, don’t provoke me anymore.”
“……”
He’ll cut my waist too? A gory scene of my body split in two with blood gushing out flashed through my mind. As I gulped down dry saliva, Eldon swept over my body with chilling eyes.
Naturally since we’d mingled for three days, I was currently naked. Eldon’s moistly wet fingers passed my chin and Adam’s apple, brushed my areola, gradually descended lower and stopped near my navel.
“This is a harmful drug with no benefits…”
“……”
“Rest.”
Eldon stood up abruptly and picked up the sword standing beside the bed. As he strode toward the door, he turned back and commanded coldly.
“Don’t move a single step from there and rest well.”
I nodded while trembling. Eldon looked down at me intently, then went outside. The sound of the door closing rang out loudly, and silence descended on the splendid room decorated with Prolain flowers.
It felt like a massive storm had passed. My head was so complicated it went blank instead.
I first removed the Rosana from my mouth and carefully placed it on the side table. The bite marks remaining on the bright red apple bothered me. As I tried to turn the apple so the bitten part faced the wall, my spine screamed again.
“Ugh!”
I collapsed right onto the mattress. Right, it’s pointless. Turning it so the wound doesn’t show won’t return it to a clean apple. Like an apple once bitten, what’s past can’t be undone either.
Clutching my aching waist, I looked at the sheets full of traces of our lovemaking. Just from moving my body a little, the semen that had filled my insides flowed out.
I slept with him. I did it. I really did it. So this is sex…. As Eldon disappeared, my tension eased and impressions of my first experience came to mind one by one.
In my past life, Kim Jigwang broke into my house without permission, and when I refused his demand to meet again, he tried to rape me. I resisted, the physical struggle intensified, and I died strangled. The Rosenthal of the original story even used aphrodisiacs to sleep with Eldon, and ultimately lost his life at the hands of the one he loved.
Sex…. Is this really that valuable? As much as a person’s life? I don’t know. I thought I might understand if I tried it, but I understand even less.
There was no emotion about losing my virginity. Originally I wasn’t very interested, and I never fussed about escaping virginity. I think if it weren’t for Hereis’s meal, I wouldn’t have devoted interest to it for my entire life.
I loved Kim Jigwang. I think I loved him. But I was never physically attracted to him. I said premarital chastity, but I sometimes thought I might actually be asexual.
But recalling my appearance during the heat cycle…. Asexual my ass, I was closer to a dog in heat. Even in hazy memories, the image of me pouring out scream-like moans while wheedling and clinging to Eldon was stamped like a seal.
Rather than the emotion of losing my virginity, the terror of the heat cycle struck me more greatly. I have to do this kind of thing periodically from now on? It’s on a different dimension from being swayed by alpha pheromones. You lose yourself and become a beast that only knows sexual desire.
Besides, leaving everything else aside, it hurt like crazy. My nipples were so swollen they stung, my penis hurt, not to mention my anus, and my waist felt like it would break.
It’s not like the descriptions in the BL novels I’d seen day and night because of Hereis, where it hurts but is ecstatic and the pleasure is far greater. It just hurts like I’m dying. I seriously worry whether I might meet a death ending while languishing like this. I didn’t think it would be the same as the novel from the start, but still, it hurt and was too hard.
But though I really feel like dying, surprisingly it wasn’t unpleasant. Even while thinking I couldn’t do it twice, I already missed Eldon’s pheromones with their deep musk scent.
I’ve gone crazy. Rosenthal, you’ve gone crazy.
I shot up from the bed. Even though it was a thought from my own head, it was absurd. Do you want to die again at the hands of a cheating lover? You miss someone who mutters about killing you while you sleep? Are you in your right mind right now?!
The Rosenthal of the original story truly loves Eldon. Am I being influenced because I’ve taken over such a Rosenthal’s body? Or is the author controlling me? If not that, such thoughts couldn’t arise.
Then suddenly one word flashed through my mind.
‘Fated pair’
