Breeding Season - Chapter 73
The meaning behind the words somehow made Siren feel ticklish, and she flushed.
“Are you ready?”
“W-what…?”
“Do you really want me to say it outright?”
Yasamin’s deep green eyes gleamed with a cruel playfulness.
Siren had a feeling she knew what he was about to say, and she immediately lowered her head. She hesitated for a moment before resolutely meeting his gaze.
“If I keep acting like this, it’ll be hard to establish a strong sense of self, right? Aquafuran wouldn’t have been shy….”
“That’s true. But just do as you please. Don’t try to act like Aquafuran. You haven’t even figured out who you are yet—how can you pretend to be someone else?”
It was difficult. But he wasn’t wrong.
Siren still didn’t know what “I” truly was.
The process of finding oneself was ultimately about drawing closer to one’s true nature.
“What you like, what makes you feel at ease, what irritates you. What opinions do you have about the world’s affairs? What your interests are… try figuring it out.”
Yasamin’s words always seeped into her.
He showed her the way, and became a guiding light.
“…Even if Aquafuran had that kind of personality, I don’t want to be like that.”
She had already experienced firsthand just how terrible Angelique was. She had no desire to become such a person to others.
Oppression and domination were easy; understanding, acceptance, and love were far more difficult.
Siren had spent years as a victim. She had no intention of forgetting that only to become the perpetrator.
“Well, let’s take our time and see how things go. There are plenty of immediate problems to deal with first.”
“Yes.”
“Now stop thinking. You’ve thought enough. Nothing clears the mind better than alcohol.”
Another drink was poured into her cup.
She had already been sipping on her drink for a while, and she was starting to feel the effects. Was it really okay to drink more?
‘Well, if I pass out, he’ll take care of it.’
Siren didn’t doubt Yasamin’s sense of responsibility. He had already carried her several times when she had collapsed before.
If there was any place where she could let herself get drunk, it was here.
No—more than that, it was only in his presence that she should allow herself to.
‘Depending on how you look at it, it’s barbaric, decadent, and vulgar… but from another angle, it’s liberating. At first glance, it seems indulgent, but if you look closer, it’s not without its own order.’
At the very least, these were relationships between consenting adults. The married couples were fully aware, both maintaining separate diets and openly indulging in them.
In truth, even Wilkeron’s nobles kept lovers on the side. Angelique alone had changed partners multiple times.
There were even times when she was involved with more than one at once.
There was a day when she had shared a bed with two knights at the same time.
The difference between the South and Wilkeron was… in Wilkeron, such things were done “in secret.”
‘It’s strange. Isn’t doing it in secret even more barbaric?’
That secrecy led to discoveries, to fights, to raised voices, to wounds.
If everything were simply laid bare and mutually agreed upon, there would be no problem at all.
Whether it’s the alcohol or the lewd acts unfolding before my eyes, my body is heating up. It wasn’t nausea, but my chest was fluttering with excitement.
Several couples had already disappeared, hand in hand. The banquet hall was now sparsely empty.
“Would you like another drink?”
“……Yes.”
Come to think of it, Yasamin’s was incredibly large.
My saliva went down with a gulp.
Just imagining receiving that inside her made my lower abdomen ache already.
Anticipation. A subtle tension. All of that mixed together.
As he said, the troublesome and difficult things would come later.
After tonight.
Siren downed the sweet liquor in one gulp.
I didn’t know, but alcohol is really good.
I felt like my whole body was floating. Courage I didn’t have seemed to spring up from somewhere.
If I could just lightly float away like this, how far could I go?
“You’re drunk.”
“Hehe.”
“What’s so funny? You should have drunk moderately.”
“I don’t know. You gave it to me.”
A moment later, Yasamin looked down at Siren, who was leaning against him and grinning, and chuckled.
Her white face flushed red, it was a beautiful sight.
He couldn’t get drunk, so he didn’t know what the concept of ‘being drunk’ was, but he knew that humans generally lost control of their bodies, became relaxed, and lost their tension when they drank a lot.
In that process, they sometimes revealed hidden aspects or discovered things they didn’t know.
What he liked most was that Siren’s v****a would become suitably soft and wide enough to receive his.
