Come and Cry at My Funeral - Chapter 153
Unease
Each time he thrust into the sensitive spot inside her, her own hand stimulated her exposed clxxxris.
Her toes curled involuntarily, and her entire body felt like it was melting and falling apart.
“Ngh! Ah, ahhn… huu…!”
Her plea for him not to look at her became a muffled moan.
When his manhood, sticky with fluids, crushed the sensitive spot inside her and withdrew, her thin thighs convulsed uncontrollably.
The tingling sensation in her lower abdomen caused the convulsions starting from her thighs to spread throughout her body.
“Ah…!”
Before she could regain her senses, moisture intermittently leaked out from below. Even though she tried to stop it, Izar’s rough thrusts caused her fluids to splatter against his shadowy pubic bone. Each large, shallow climax left her mouth hanging open.
“Stop, stop, nnngh!”
She flailed to push him away, but the recoil only made him penetrate deeper.
“Mmmmnh…!”
As he gently pressed down on her lower abdomen, a shiver ran through her despite the pleasure muddling her thoughts.
Would she be alright like this?
Would it be okay to die after engaging in such intimacy?
“Hnnh, ah, Izar!”
Overwhelmed by fear, Freesia reached out to him with difficulty.
Even as he breathed heavily, Izar released her legs to make it easier for her to wrap her arms around his neck.
“Izar, hiic, if I die later.”
“Don’t say—”
“Don’t marry another woman.”
When Izar hesitated, Freesia whispered with a tear-streaked face.
“Y, You took me, and made me a mess like this…”
“……”
“So after me, just live alone.”
Even as she pleaded, she knew all too well how unrealistic her request was.
‘He’ll live and have another woman and an heir.’
In a world where she would be dead and gone.
Suddenly, she hated Izar so much. Hated him so much she couldn’t stand it.
When she first woke up, she had kept her expectations minimal, thinking, ‘I’ll be satisfied with just a little recognition.’
She hoped her death would be less lonely than the last time.
Not surrounded by people who despised her. At least respected as a human being.
But this man had ruined everything.
“You told me I don’t need any other man, so don’t meet another woman either.”
“…Yes.”
Izar whispered, kissing along Freesia’s jawline.
“I don’t need any woman but you.”
“Liar…”
“It’s not a lie.”
Izar lightly bit Freesia’s lips. His voice was rough, pressed down by emotion and pleasure.
“From now on and forever.”
“Ngh…”
Freesia only let out a weak moan, her waist quivering under his touch.
The fluids still pooled inside her trickled down between her parted legs. This time, without a shred of shame, she eagerly wrapped her legs around his waist.
The inside, already heated from the climax, convulsed with joy as it was filled by its mate. The sounds from her mouth were ecstatic whimpers.
Before her reason dissolved like sugar in water, Freesia had a vague thought.
‘I shouldn’t be thinking this now, but…’
I actually want to live a little longer.
Even now, with only 199 days left.
* * *
After the intense lovemaking that pushed her to her limits, Freesia lay in a daze in his arms.
Izar, silently stroking her flaxen hair, murmured,
“The child.”
“Yes…?”
“Do you remember who he resembled more?”
“Ah…”
Freesia sighed softly and leaned her forehead against his shoulder.
“No. He was buried too early after he was stillborn.”
“I see.”
Izar hid his disappointment and fell silent.
‘His hair color might have resembled mine. Like how I resemble my father.’
Generally, children took after the parent with the darker hair color.
Thinking of this, a strange bitterness filled his mouth.
While his father must have been his sun, the thought of his own child resembling him stirred a twisted rebellion in Izar.
“If the child had resembled you, he would have been fine.”
“…”
“Especially the eyes.”
Freesia didn’t respond, but Izar, as if it didn’t matter, wound the ends of her hair around his finger.
A silence, like a warm spring rain, filled the room until Freesia whispered hoarsely.
“Once, I asked if we could go to the stream when the child grew a bit… I made that request.”
“Did you?”
“Yes…”
Izar faintly remembered the old days upon hearing those words.
The commoner children playing by the stream. The young girl with flaxen hair, working alone until her hands blistered.
He remembered watching her from a distance, gripping his sword with blistered hands.
“Shall we go together when we return to the duchy…”
“…”
He silently embraced the woman nestling into him. He wanted to hold her so tightly she’d break, but each time they made love, he was reminded of her small frame.
It felt good to have someone who required such delicate care.
It felt good that this someone was Freesia.
Freesia loved him, and he…
Love.
Izar momentarily parted his lips.
Once synonymous with a miserable downfall, for the first time, it didn’t feel repulsive.
Unable to utter the word aloud yet, he held Freesia tighter.
“Yes. And other things too.”
“Alright…”
Freesia laughed softly with happiness. Just hearing her laugh made it hard to believe her days were numbered.
Instead of despair, Izar felt a fierce desire and buried his lips in her name.
‘I will never let go.’
For the first time, he clung to someone with all his might. He was prepared to endure Antares’s condemnation for his petty actions and his vassals’ resentment for repeating his father’s mistakes.
So, this woman absolutely had to live and breathe with him. For a long time.
Until the time humans could call ‘forever’…
