That Lady’s Stalker - Chapter 15
Lying languidly, Olivia found herself staring at the ceiling.
“Don’t forgive me.”
Asher spread her thighs apart and thrust his hips with a fervor that left them both dripping with sweat. The pleasure-soaked interior of her body tightened around him in surprise, and he pushed deeper with an intensity that dwarfed her movements when she was on top.
“Ugh! It’s deep.”
“It’s so tight… I’m sorry, Liv. Ah, ah… I can’t stop.”
His girth kept invading deeper, deeper within her. The walls of her body clung to him as if refusing to let him go. Even when he pulled back, they stubbornly followed.
Olivia was engulfed in the pleasure he brought, unable to even open her eyes. It felt like madness. She was scared, overwhelmed by the sensations that seemed to surpass her limits.
As she clawed at the innocent sheets, a damp hand, slick with sweat, gripped her face. His contorted eyes roamed over her features.
There didn’t seem to be a shred of reason left in his gaze. He let out animalistic groans, charging forward like a racehorse, yet his eyes never left her.
Olivia had to endure Asher’s unyielding desire from early evening until dawn. Her insides were filled with his seed. It overflowed, trickling down her thighs and drying into white streaks on her calves.
As Asher indulged himself in her, he finally came back to his senses and tears streamed down his face.
“Why are you crying? I’m the one who should be crying.”
Olivia felt a wave of disbelief wash over her. Asher, kneeling naked on the floor and crying, appeared almost saintly, like a priest—except for the fact that he was still fully e***t.
“I’ve hurt you. Why am I like this? In the end, it’ll spread to you, too.”
With his hands clasped on the bed and his face buried in his arms as he wept, he looked far too sorrowful to be the man who had just spent the night with a woman.
“No, if you cry like that, it makes me feel a little strange, you know? Asher, look at me.”
At her soft voice, Asher raised his head. She ran her fingers through his tousled hair as she spoke.
“Wasn’t it good for you?”
Having experienced her first time so intensely, her body felt tinged with pain. She longed to fall into a faint like sleep, but she couldn’t ignore the man who was wallowing in self-reproach.
He clearly loved her. But what was it that terrified him so much? Was it really because of the color of his hair?
“……”
Her mouth opened slightly as if to speak, but it ultimately closed again.
“Are you planning to use me and then toss me aside?”
“No! Please don’t misunderstand.”
At her words, he looked wounded.
“Then why are you acting like this? I enjoyed it. I enjoyed you and what we did together.”
“Ah… Liv, I felt the same way. It felt like I was losing my mind. No, I actually lost it. I couldn’t stop. Your body kept pulling me in…”
“No, no! Wait a minute. That’s not what I meant… What are you so afraid of?”
“……”
Asher took her hand and stared blankly at the floor. He looked exhausted. It couldn’t be easy for him to speak of his past wounds and insecurities.
Olivia regretted pushing him so hastily. She decided to wait until he was ready to open up. At least for today, she wouldn’t force him to share.
“Next time…”
“I’m a black-haired man. Liv, you know what that means.”
He still wouldn’t meet her gaze, keeping his eyes glued to the floor. His low voice wasn’t stammering or trembling as it usually did, but it was heavy with despair.
“I’m the cursed one, the spawn of demons, a symbol of bad luck. That’s who I am.”
“What does that mean…”
“It’s what I’ve heard since the moment I was born and throughout my childhood. My father hated me fiercely. He would berate me for an hour, sometimes even two. My mother had to endure the same simply for giving birth to me. Who would dare imagine that the Empress of the Empire would suffer such disgrace?”
“Ah…”
It was a darker past than she had anticipated. She had thought he was just shy due to people’s gazes.
That’s why she wanted to help him. To tell him not to care what others thought. To stand tall. But how could she say such hypocritical things in front of a child who had been abused?
“But it wasn’t as bad as it sounds. After all, my mother gave birth to my brother. A brother who looked just like my father, with bright silver hair. Having a brother was a blessing in many ways. Liv, don’t look at me like that. I was loved. By my mother and by my brother. Even with this appearance, they loved me. My mother named me, too. Of course, I hated it. To be a cursed child with a blessed name is just absurd.”
He wiped the tears that had gathered in her eyes.
“You’re not cursed.”
“Liv, I grew up hearing those words my entire life. Even after my father passed away. Now, those words can’t hurt me anymore. So…”
“That’s brainwashing! Oh my, what you experienced was brainwashing. You think of yourself as dirty.”
