A Horror Game Steeped in Immorality - Volume 1 - Part 10
As the burning pl*asure gradually subsided, my rationality began to return. What on earth was I doing with my brother? Confusion clouded my mind.
Boom!
A loud noise erupted from outside the bathroom. Startled, I shivered, and Lionel wrapped his arms around me from behind. The bathroom door was violently opened. Lycan stood there, red droplets of blood dripping from his right hand.
His bulging eyes were swirling with killing intent and anger. However, the threat seen through his piercing gaze was immense. When the threat reaches 100%, Lycan makes an extreme decision.
[Lycan Albert. Threat 97%]
His breathing was dangerously irregular. His cold, hard eyes alternated between me and Lionel.
“No…”
I couldn’t let Lycan commit suicide here. Pushing Lionel away from behind, I approached Lycan. Lionel lightly held my wrist but I did not look back. Calming Lycan was the priority now.
“Lionel, you bastard…!”
Lycan seemed ready to tear Lionel’s throat out any moment. I hurriedly embraced him, feeling his body flinch.
“Lycan, what’s wrong? And what happened to your hand?”
Lycan, suppressing his rising emotions, spoke in a low voice.
“What do you mean what’s wrong? You’re rolling around in the bathroom with that bastard, how could I…! Stay calm.”
“…What are you talking about? It’s all a misunderstanding. Let’s treat your hand first.”
“Kill that bastard first. If he’s dead, there’s no need to get entangled in such filthy misunderstandings, Leah.”
I hugged Lycan with all my might. Given Lycan’s physique and strength, he could easily shake me off, but he didn’t. Or rather, he couldn’t. He couldn’t lay a finger on me, just gasping for breath.
“I’m worried about you. Let me treat your hand.”
“…”
“Lycan, listen to me.”
After hurling unrefined curses at Lionel, Lycan picked me up with one arm. Despite my protests that I could walk on my own, Lycan wouldn’t hear of it. Underneath his black boots, a continuous sound of cracking echoed.
A huge porcelain vase that had been in the corridor outside the bathroom was shattered to pieces. I could only guess that the loud noise I heard earlier was from this.
* * *
Leaving Lionel in the bathroom, Lycan and I headed to my bedroom. I calmed down a maid who was horrified at the sight of Lionel’s hand and received antiseptics and bandages from her. However, the injury to the hand was more severe than I had thought. It was not a wound that could be healed simply by applying medicine and wrapping it tightly with bandages. To apply the medicine, I first had to remove the porcelain shards embedded in the hand, but I feared that using tweezers might only worsen the injury. So, I suggested calling a doctor.
“You said you’d treat me,” he said, sounding frustrated as he sat there.
“No, this is beyond what I can treat.”
“I don’t want to entrust this to someone else. You do it.”
“I’d like to, but it might only make the injury worse.”
“Nobody would say anything even if you turned my hand into mush.”
“…That’s not treatment.”
Despite my dissuasion, Lycan showed a stubborn attitude. If I called a doctor, I somehow felt this would be the last treatment of the doctor’s life.
[Lycan Albert: Threat 91%]
Moreover, his level of threat was still at a dangerous level. With the sole intention of calming him down, I examined Lycan’s hand.
“Such beautiful hands like this…”
A sigh escaped me involuntarily. Lycan said nothing. I carefully wiped the blood with a clean towel and picked up the sterilized tweezers. There were visible pieces, but my hand hesitated to move rashly.
“Tell me if it hurts.”
I focused all my attention on Lycan’s hand, pulling out the shards one by one. Despite the sharp edges surely touching the wound, Lycan did not make a sound of pain. Tough guy. Soon, the towel laid on the bed was filled with sparkling pieces.
Worried that the pieces might spill over the bed, I quickly wrapped the towel and placed it on the nightstand, then applied the antiseptic.
“It’s done. I’m applying the medicine now, but you must see a doctor tomorrow. What if the wound leaves scars… Ah!”
The moment I reached for the bandages, a large, blood-stained hand grabbed my wrist. Surprised by the strength that was painful enough to make my wrist ache, I looked up. Lycan’s face was contorted with anger.
Lycan’s gaze fixed on my wrist, precisely on the marks Lionel had made. I tried to hide my wrist in panic, but it was futile against Lycan’s firm grip.
“It’s a misunderstanding.”
“……”
Lycan looked at me, suppressing his boiling anger.
“I thought you came to me because you left that bastard, thinking, ah, I really misunderstood and tried to bear it. But…!”
Lycan said, trying to calm his breath that was rising to his throat.
“What is this.”
“……”
“How far did those filthy lips touch your body? Tell me.”
I couldn’t choose my words in the face of Lycan’s ominously surging temper. I couldn’t think of a plausible excuse. I was just facing the emotions emanating from Lycan as if blocked by a dead-end wall.
The corner of Lycan’s mouth twisted bitterly.
“It’s okay if you keep your mouth shut to the end, Leah. I’ll erase the filthy traces myself.”
“……”
“I’ll make it clear under whom you should cry.”
***
[Lycan Albert. Threat 98%]
[Lycan Albert. Threat 99%]
Lycan’s level of threat was teetering on the brink, barely staying below the limit. Lycan pushed me onto the bed and sat down with his knees on either side of my face.
His erxct*on, visible under his pants was so swollen it seemed about to burst right before my eyes. Lycan unbuckled with one hand and with the other, blood-stained hand, he grasped both my cheek and chin at once.
The heavy p*nis pressed tightly against his boxers revealed its erxct shape. Lycan took it out and grasped it. Watching the vein-throbbing sh*ft swell more in real-time, I was internally shocked that it could get even bigger. I managed to swallow my rapid breaths and looked up at Lycan.
