I Give Up on the BL Novel's Male Leads - Chapter 95
The leather gloves were warm from his body heat, yet felt very odd. It wasn’t just the texture that seemed strange; there was a peculiar feeling about them, as if they had been treated with some sort of magical barrier.
“Why did you have to make me jealous?”
He scolded her lightly as he naturally stepped inside.
“Why are you staring like that? Are you falling for me again?”
“Ah…”
Illein found everything happening around her to be strange. From the way Edwin was holding her hand so casually—so different from the Edwin she knew—to her own body still not responding as it should, she felt disoriented.
She had to lift her head painfully high just to see him properly. Moreover, words were escaping her lips uncontrollably, independent of her will.
“Ah!”
She saw him slip something onto her finger. She could feel her magical energy being securely blocked from reaching him.
Then he removed his gloves and gently stroked her cheek.
“Edwin.”
“Is calling me that your way of punishing me?”
He said, lifting Illein into his arms.
“Ah!”
She was being carried by him, moving as he walked.
Illein had been carried by Edwin a few times before, so it wasn’t entirely unfamiliar. However, it felt different this time, as he moved more assertively than usual. She knew Edwin as someone who was typically polite and, in his role as a mentor, even more considerate.
It made sense; Edwin didn’t care for women in the way he would care for a colleague.
Illein felt her hands swinging loosely as she was carried, her eyes fixed on the stairs. As her body was being carried, she noticed Edwin’s flat back visible through his black clothing. His height, 198 cm, made her feel as if she were dangling from a great height, which was a bit frightening.
“You’re unusually calm today. Are you upset?”
“…I feel nauseous.”
“Ha, I see. I’ll get you there quickly.”
With that, he headed towards Illein’s room.
“Ah…!”
He placed her on the bed, and she fell backward as he gently lowered her down. Then, he approached her.
“Ah!”
Illein was extremely tense, fearing that he might be about to do something strange.
Her heart was pounding, and every time she looked at his red eyes, it reminded her that this was real.
“…Edwin.”
“Mm, I’m listening.”
He said that and placed his hands behind her back. Although she was on the verge of screaming internally, her body reacted uncontrollably.
Contrary to her worries, Edwin merely sat her at the end of the bed and chuckled softly. He then sat on the floor, looking up at her.
Illein thought of him as a knight at that moment. At the same time, he seemed like a devoted guide dog seeking affection.
Perhaps that was why his large frame didn’t appear as imposing. There was even an optical illusion that made his black uniform seem smaller.
She noticed how soft his jet-black hair looked.
“Pet my hair.”
At his command, she found herself petting his hair without realizing it.
He then rested his face on her thigh, looking up at her in a charming manner.
“Tell me I’m pretty.”
“…You’re pretty.”
He smiled, satisfied.
“Then tell me you love me.”
He said that while biting the palm of her hand, almost as if to seduce her.
“Ah…”
Illein was unsure if she could do anything, and she was nervous that she might end up saying ‘I love you’ as he wanted.
However, what she feared did not happen.
“Ah!”
Instead, when she didn’t comply, he seemed to get irritated and bit her hand more firmly.
It wasn’t painful, but it felt oddly intimate and unfamiliar.
At the same time, memories obscured by a black veil resurfaced, reminding her that this wasn’t the first time she had been bitten by him.
“…Before.”
“Mm.”
“Why did you attack Damon?”
Illein wondered if her question was somehow connected to her unconscious mind.
So, she felt as if she was dreaming, viewing this situation as evidence of her unconscious mind, unable to move by her own will yet questioning deeply what she had been curious about.
“Who?”
“Damon. The one with the blue hair… purple eyes.”
“Oh, that? Candelaria?”
“Yes.”
As he bit her finger with an enigmatic expression, she shuddered at the peculiar sensation.
Even though this was the second time, she still couldn’t get used to the strangeness.
“I didn’t kill him, though.”
“But……”
She was confused by his confident response.
At the same time, her heart was tickled by the way he held her hand.
She felt an unsettling intimacy from the slick traces on his fingertips.
The tickling sensation seemed to travel from her fingertips to her palm and then spread to her heart.
