That Lady’s Stalker - Chapter 38
Everything was Olivia. My mind, my body—every part of me belonged to her.
Beneath her, I let out desperate moans. The small bed creaked under the intensity of our movements, almost as if it too were groaning in pleasure. Even that sound seemed as sweet as Olivia’s moans.
I held onto her tightly, moving my hips with a primal desperation. The last thread of my self-control finally snapped.
My lower abdomen and thighs tensed as heat surged through me. My s***t burned as if it were on fire, and my body tightened painfully. A molten sensation coursed through me, climbing up my s***t and swirling at the tip before spilling out in waves.
Instinctively, I drove myself deep into Olivia, burying myself completely inside her. A shiver ran down my spine, my hair standing on end.
The darkness clouding my vision gradually cleared, but my rationality was long gone. I couldn’t think straight.
All the emotions I had suppressed came rushing to the surface. Without pulling out, I laid Olivia down and began to move again. Her flushed skin glistened, smeared with the mixture of my release and hers.
Olivia… Olivia…
I couldn’t let her go.
997th Year of the Empire, June 22nd
What began at dusk lasted until the faint light of dawn seeped through the curtains. Only after holding Olivia as much as I desired did I come back to my senses.
Seeing her exhausted, fragile form filled me with a deep sense of guilt. I felt as though I had hurt her once again.
Am I truly beyond redemption? I knew she was struggling, and yet I pushed her so hard. I’m nothing but a filthy beast.
The weight of my emotions pressed down on me, and before I knew it, tears streamed from my eyes. I was trash. How could I do this to her? I should have stopped myself!
Inside my mind, I cursed myself relentlessly. The voice of my father, which had been absent for a while, returned to torment me, roaring through my head.
What if my filth taints Olivia? What if my curse brings her misfortune? What if she becomes like my mother?
“Asher, look at me.”
Her voice broke through the storm of self-loathing. I lifted my head hesitantly, and there she was, her hand gently stroking my hair—the very hair no one else dared to touch.
How could this be? Tears welled up in my eyes again. Her touch was so warm. I loved her so much.
“What are you so afraid of?”
If it was Olivia, the one who said she liked my hair, the one who now touched it without hesitation—couldn’t I tell her? Couldn’t I lean on her, just this once? Would that be okay?
But what if I became a burden to her? What if my weakness made things harder for her? My heart waged a fierce battle within.
If it’s for her sake, I should disappear. But can I? Can I truly leave her behind?
No. I can’t anymore. I can’t leave her.
In fact, it wasn’t possible from the start. That’s why I’ve been lingering around her, unable to leave. My mouth opened uncontrollably.
“I’m a black-haired man. Liv, you know what that means.”
It was difficult. Why am I so filthy? Why have I been cursed?
“I’m the cursed one, the spawn of demons, a symbol of bad luck. That’s who I am.”
I told Olivia about my dark past. I tried to deceive myself, saying it was only because she was curious, but it didn’t work out that way.
I was exhausted. I wanted comfort from her. I wanted her to tell me I wasn’t cursed, that I wasn’t filthy. I wanted to hear that from Olivia.
From the person I loved. Not from my brother and mother, who loved me simply because I was family, but from someone else—someone I loved.
I acted childish. I made her pity me. I am a selfish man. In the end, I heard it. The words I had longed to hear. I was happy.
It felt like the devil inside me was smiling. You selfish bastard, you’ve finally got her.
997th Year of the Empire, June 30th
I spent days that felt like a dream. I no longer avoided Olivia. Though a small part of my conscience still lingered, preventing me from approaching her too boldly, I thought this was enough.
“Then why didn’t you come to me sooner?”
I couldn’t stop laughing. She even accepted my past. Even the dark side of me, the one who secretly watched her, was embraced by her. Lovely Olivia. My one and only.
“Would you like to go to the theater together tomorrow? I hear there’s a famous prima donna performing.”
“No need to ask. Just inform me.”
God doesn’t ask. She just rules and commands. She is my goddess.
997th Year of the Empire, July 1st
The theater I went to for the first time was wonderful. On stage, a woman was loudly singling, but I didn’t hear her. I ignored her, as I saw her as an annoying woman who took Olivia’s attention away from me.
Perhaps it was also because Olivia’s feet were small and beautiful, but my jealousy made me torment her for no reason.
I bit the chubby big toe and rolled it around. I saw her looking at me in surprise. Finally, I felt satisfied by the attention that returned.
I didn’t stop and moved my lips. Slowly, I moved up toward the hidden area that could be seen only briefly. I could feel Olivia’s body stiffen with tension.
For a moment, I thought about stopping, but that feeling quickly disappeared. If I was going to stop, I should never have touched Olivia in the first place.
