The Revenge Kidnapping Drama's Transmigrated Female Lead - Chapter 47
Psyche held her head high and glared at him. Due to the aftermath of their long s*x, her voice was thoroughly hoarse.
“…Think whatever you want.”
Serdin spoke in a suppressed voice and set down the glass bottle next to the basket with a thud. Then, as if avoiding the situation, he immediately turned to leave the room. Psyche bit her lip hard. With her gaze fixed on the floor and an expression like she was holding back tears, she muttered.
“Did you… really have to do it? Even though I begged you not to…”
His footsteps stopped abruptly at the door.
“I really… hoped you wouldn’t do it. Even if it was the other men, I sincerely hoped that at least you wouldn’t participate in this disgusting act.”
Psyche looked reproachfully at his motionless back.
“You know what? You’re worse. You should have either helped me then or not. Then I wouldn’t have held onto any hope that you might be different…”
Judging that this should have sufficiently provoked his guilt, she let her words trail off. Since Serdin hadn’t left yet, the act had to continue. Just as she deliberately took and released a deep breath as if trying to calm her surging emotions, Serdin’s voice came.
“I’m already regretting it.”
His voice was so low it sounded gloomy.
“Why on earth did I help you then?”
Serdin ran his fingers through his bangs while keeping his back to her. He seemed to let out a small laugh, then his face instantly turned cold.
“But Psyche. There’s something you need to know clearly.”
He slowly turned toward her. Looking directly into her eyes, he spoke in a clear tone.
“While I regret helping you then, I don’t regret taking you.”
“…What did you say?”
Unlike her expression of disbelief, Serdin’s face showed no emotion whatsoever.
“Even if I went back to that moment countless times.”
“…”
“I would take you without hesitation. Even if it means by force.”
He continued in an emotionless, dry voice.
“So don’t hold any hope or expectations for me, and don’t trust me. I’m barely holding myself back from pouncing on you right now.”
She covered her mouth and looked up at him with trembling eyes. Her words were meant to maximize his guilt, but he seemed to feel no guilt, let alone any remorse. What had gone wrong? Would it have been better to say nothing like the original Psyche?
While she couldn’t know what the right answer was, she could understand one thing: if she let such words slide, the male leads eavesdropping on their conversation would find it strange.
Yesterday, she had shown Serdin what seemed like excessive weakness, was forcibly violated despite that, and now heard him say he didn’t regret it. If she continued acting pitiful even in this situation, everyone might notice she was acting. It was time for her to be strong too.
Psyche lowered the hand covering her mouth. Looking straight at Serdin, she accused in a sharp tone.
“So you were the same trash as them.”
A slight crack appeared in his expression. Serdin let out a sneer with coldly frozen eyes.
“I wonder if I should be glad you finally realized it, or call you stupid.”
“I was stupid to think you’d be different from birds of a feather. …My parents were right about everything.”
Psyche lowered her gaze and muttered as if talking to herself.
“They told me not to go near Arje people because they’re shameless and vulgar beings who know no dignity.”
Psyche’s coldly sunken gaze turned to Serdin. She lowered her voice and spoke each word as if spitting them out.
“You people are truly, disgustingly shameless, vulgar, and revolting to the bone.”
All expression vanished from Serdin’s face. His golden eyes flickered ominously in the dim lighting. He strode toward her. As the man with his threateningly massive physique drew closer, Psyche’s eyes twitched. To hide her fear, she deliberately made an even more vicious expression and glared at him.
However, when his intense gaze fell upon her from up close, her body began to tremble. Even though she clearly knew he wouldn’t use violence against women, she couldn’t help the instinctive fear. She barely managed to meet his gaze while clasping her trembling hands together. Serdin twisted his lips. It was clearly mockery.
“Oh really? I’d like to hear how you feel about those revolting men, how is it?”
She drew in a sharp breath. Serdin looked like someone determined to hurt her.
“You’ve already been had by two men, right? Soon you’ll have to spread your legs for the other two. How does that make you feel?”
“…”
Elistory
o sea, ellos no saben que terche la visitó? ohhh esto se pondrá bueno