Breeding Season - Chapter 47
A meaningful light flickered in Yasamin’s eyes. Knowing exactly what that meant, Siren’s cheeks flushed faintly.
The truth was, ever since the day her secret had been fully revealed, they had done nothing.
Yasamin had only taught her how to control Raksha, and even that had been handled with detached simplicity.
The only contact they had shared was when he held her hand to guide her through the flow of Raksha.
Even that was overwhelming for me… Every time it ended, I was completely drained. Maybe that’s why he never touched me.
And yet… Somehow, as she nestled into his steady embrace and drifted to sleep, Siren found herself unconsciously rubbing her thighs together.
Somewhere deep inside, something was pricking at her, an itch she didn’t know how to soothe, so she simply clenched her eyes shut.
Scratching her skin wouldn’t help, not when the itch was coming from within. She squeezed her thighs and let out a quiet whimper, not understanding why she was like this, only growing more flustered by the moment.
She wanted something, yet the mere thought of saying it out loud was unbearably mortifying.
He seemed perfectly unbothered, while she was the only one spiraling.
He had made her aware of something she hadn’t known before, but she wasn’t brazen enough to demand that he take responsibility. So all she could do was suffer in silence.
And then, just when she was trapped in that unbearable moment, Yasamin said what he did—
To be perfectly honest, there was no way she could dislike it.
That addictive sensation… it was impossible to reject. Yasamin was simply too overwhelming, and she enjoyed the weight of him pressing down on her.
She didn’t have to think about anything. She didn’t have to take responsibility for anything. She could surrender herself completely to that heady sensation.
“Get in, Princess.”
Standing before the carriage, Yasamin extended his hand. When she placed hers in his and stepped inside, he followed immediately after—then shut the door behind them.
Before Pamilla could even board.
“Pamilla…”
“What? Do you like putting on a show?”
“N-No!”
“If that’s your thing, I can open the window.”
It wasn’t. It absolutely wasn’t.
Speechless, she fumbled for words, and Yasamin chuckled, reaching out to tickle beneath her chin.
“I held back for days, didn’t I?”
“Ah…!”
“It’s about time you learned something new.”
What exactly was he planning to teach her?
If it was Yasamin doing the teaching… then whatever it was, she wanted to accept it.
Because she knew he would never hurt her.
Maybe that thought itself was hopelessly naive and dependent.
But Siren believed that the fact she was even alive right now was a miracle in itself. She had survived, she had learned, and now she was about to step into yet another new world.
She wasn’t going alone—Yasamin was showing her the way, and Yasamin would be by her side.
So was it really wrong to depend on him?
For now… this is the best I can do.
She wanted a little more warmth. She wanted to lean on him just a little longer.
She wanted to find a place to rest her weary body. She didn’t want to move. She just wanted to stay still.
She wanted to be held, cherished, adored.
Just for a while. Just for a little while. If she had to go somewhere, she didn’t want to go alone.
Yasamin, by his mere existence, was her refuge, her nest, her anchor.
A place she could be bound to. A space where she was allowed to rest.
How could she possibly dislike anything he did?
Yasamin, his very name, was her sanctuary.
Even if he were to betray me one day, avoiding him out of fear of that future…
He was already too sweet. His existence itself.
“What could you possibly be thinking about with that little head of yours to have eyes like that?”
“M-My eyes…?”
“What about them? You look like you’re about to cry. No—actually, you always look like you’re on the verge of tears.”
Yasamin tapped her cheek lightly, then gave it a playful pinch.
When she winced at the pain, he seized the moment, closing the distance to kiss her.
In an instant, he pulled her into his arms, sucking on her lower lip before prying her mouth open with a wet sound. His tongue swept inside, exploring her as if he already knew her well.
How could something like pressing their tongues together and rubbing them against each other not be unpleasant?
It was always a mystery to her.
Yet now, as his hand slipped beneath her clothes, tracing over her waist, her body responded with unmistakable delight.
Before she realized it, she was straddling Yasamin, looking down at him from above.
“I like this position too.”
He grinned. His face, still holding traces of boyish charm, was so impossibly handsome that, for a brief moment, her chest ached.
Without thinking, she turned her head away, but he let out a quiet, chiding hum and caught her chin.
“Look at me.”
“…Yes.”
“Now that I think about it… I’ve always been the one doing all the touching.”
