Breeding Season - Chapter 20
“Good. Let’s swallow it one more time.”
“Ugh.”
“Open your mouth.”
Yasamin was firm, but not coercive. If he had been truly forceful, Siren would have likely passed out from fear. In fact, just meeting his gaze made her legs tremble.
“Well done.”
When he casually complimented her, Siren let out a sigh of relief.
Her mouth still felt scratchy and unpleasant, but surprisingly, shortly after, something sweet and pleasant slipped in.
‘Honey…?’
No, there was a sour taste mixed in. What is this?
“It’s honey mixed with pomegranate juice.”
“Ah…”
It was sweet and gentle. Wanting another bite, Siren opened her mouth, and he chuckled as if he couldn’t believe it.
“Now you’ve got me fully at your service.”
The temptation of the pomegranate honey was too great for her to shrink back at his scolding words.
Her shrunken stomach slowly began to stretch, like it was waking up.
Wanting to eat just one more bite, her body was restless, so she pretended not to notice and quietly opened her mouth. She waited until the wooden spoon was raised again.
“Is it delicious?”
“…Yes.”
“Good. Pamilla will give you some water. Lick some salt too, and sleep. Once your body cools down, you can wash yourself, or you’ll faint.”
How does he know all of this?
Where is this place, and who are all these people?
What kind of miracle is it that a mansion stands in the middle of the desert?
There were many things she wanted to know, but she didn’t have the strength to speak. In the end, Siren weakly nodded her head. Thank you. She should have said that.
But the door had closed, and Yasamin had left. Left alone, she quickly sank into a deep sleep.
It felt as if someone had grabbed her body and tossed it into the well with a loud splash—!
“You suddenly got married! I am, I am absolutely shocked.”
After Siren had fallen asleep.
The old man with the mustache mumbled as he spoke to Yasamin, who was lounging on the sofa in the reception room.
His name was Jin.
Though he looked human, he was not. In fact, calling him “Jin” was somewhat vague, as it was simply a title used to refer to his existence.
As evidence, his body, where no clothes or turban covered it, was subtly transparent.
“So who is that person? She’s not a desert woman… Did you have a wedding in the North? Please tell me.”
“Ah, it’s annoying. You can listen when I wake up.”
“I’m dying of curiosity. Do you not feel sorry for me, who has been trapped in a lamp? I’m lacking in interesting stories!”
“It’s been so long since you were released from the lamp, and you’re still going on about it. You’re living in this spacious mansion now.”
Though it sounded like harsh words, it was actually incredibly kind treatment by Yasamin’s standards.
Because Jin had endured the punishment of time with him.
“I’ve finished wiping Madam’s body!”
“Okay.”
A little later, Pamilla, a girl with two braids, came running. She was actually a desert rat.
Any animal that survives for a long time in harsh conditions and gains a chance to become a mystical being does so by sheer luck.
Thus, Jin, Pamilla, and Yasamin had lived together through long years. Sometimes together, sometimes apart.
“Then, Master! Are you really back now? Is your business in the human world finished?”
“No.”
When the girl asked brightly, Yasamin shook his head. His attitude was definitely softer compared to how he treated Jin.
“We’ll rest for a bit and then head south. I think I’ve found it this time.”
“Really?”
“As for whether it’s real… the damned Circleit will confirm it.”
Their conversation lacked a subject. But both Pamilla and Jin understood. Their master was Yasamin.
They knew what Yasamin desired and who he had been searching for throughout the long years, turned into a myth.
“Hm. When I briefly checked earlier, she seemed completely human.”
While Pamilla clasped her hands together and sparkled with excitement, Jin was more conservative and skeptical.
He thought it was better to be doubtful first, rather than be disappointed by unnecessary hopes. Of course, saying this was all for the sake of not letting his master get hurt.
“For now, while we’re here, should I serve her as Madam and help her recover both physically and mentally?”
“See to it without fail. What’s inside of me [this] wants her.”
