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VI. A Threat

In a hazy dream, someone kissed her forehead. It was an incredibly gentle, careful kiss, as if handling a doll carved from sugar. The lips gradually descended, brushing past her eyebrows, both eyelids, and the bridge of her nose, and when those soft lips touched the tip of her nose, it felt like a slight nibble.

Mmm, when she whimpered unconsciously, a large, firm hand cupped her cheek. A smile formed naturally at the pleasant warmth. As she nestled her face into that hand, this time, feather-light kisses landed on both cheeks with soft touches. Just as she burst into childlike laughter from the ticklish sensation, her lips were captured. A sweet and intense scent, potent enough to make her dizzy, overwhelmed her.

The moment she thought she might have encountered this scent somewhere before, something hot and thick suddenly invaded her mouth. It languidly licked up her inner cheek like savoring ice cream, then forcefully wrapped around her tongue, which had been resting demurely inside, pulling it toward itself. Against her will, their tongues intertwined and rubbed frantically like mating snakes. It was a somewhat rough movement, unlike the previous gentleness.

When she twisted her body, feeling suffocated and uncomfortable, a body as hot and heavy as a rock warmed all day under blazing sunlight pressed down hard on her entire form. At the same moment, her b****t was crushed in someone’s hand.

“……!”

Psyche’s eyes flew open. A large hand firmly covered her lips as she instinctively tried to scream.

“Shh.”

“Mmph……”

Psyche couldn’t gather her thoughts for a moment. It felt like a massive beast had mounted her, pressing down with its entire body. She shook her head frantically and struggled with all her might. But the beast occupying her body didn’t budge. Instead, the pressure grew stronger.

“Be still.”

A low, composed voice sounded right next to her ear. ……Terche. Though she tried to call his name upon finally recognizing the man’s identity, with her mouth firmly covered, even a mumble was impossible. It’s not like she could escape no matter what she did now, unless he chose to grant her mercy. Psyche let all strength leave her body. Confirming she had stopped resisting, the man raised his upper body. As he slowly removed the hand covering her lips, Psyche breathed roughly.

She quickly looked around. She was lying on her bed, and dim lighting softly illuminated the bedroom. It seemed she had unknowingly fallen asleep at some point without thinking to turn off all the lights, perhaps from tension draining after Rezus left. And there Terche was, taking advantage of her half-asleep state.

Psyche quietly glared at the man above her who showed no intention of moving away.

“……It seems you have a habit of pouncing on sleeping women.”

This was already the second time Terche had violated her in this way. If anything was different from before, perhaps it was that she could see his face now. Unlike then when everything was pitch dark, his face in the soft light looked too rational and indifferent to believe he was someone who would do such things.

“If you had accepted the proposal, this wouldn’t be happening.”

He looked down at Psyche beneath him with an unbearably calm face and spoke softly.

“If it were me, I would have accepted the proposal.”

“……Drop the pointless talk,”

“Isn’t it your pointless pride that got you into this situation?”

His eyes remained unsettlingly serene even as she bit down hard on her lower lip and glared at him. When she twisted her body to escape from him, the force pressing down on her shoulders grew stronger. Ahh, a fragile moan escaped between her lips. Despite her pained expression, the man’s gaze remained chillingly calm. His face seemed to say he held not even a hint of personal feeling about what he was doing now.

“Say you’ll accept the proposal even now. Then I won’t do anything more.”

She let out a small, bitter laugh. Staring steadily at her, Terche added in his characteristically cool, aristocratic tone.

“Isn’t protecting your body the priority?”

“You have some nerve… to run your mouth like that.”

Strong contempt rose in her amethyst eyes. A trembling voice flowed from her slender throat.

“After you’ve already violated me.”

Terche just looked down at her silently. A sneer crossed Psyche’s lips.

“Aren’t you here to violate me again, like before? Why not skip the nonsense and do what you came to do, then get out?”

“Ah……”

A low sigh slipped between the man’s lips. He furrowed his brows as if genuinely pitying her.

“I knew you were foolish, but this, this is pitiably foolish.”

However, that change in expression was fleeting, and he wore his usual dry, businesslike face. After quietly observing her for a moment, Terche moved his hands from beside her head to firmly grip her delicate shoulders. Intense heat transmitted through her shoulders, it seemed impossible to be coming from a man who looked like he wouldn’t bleed a drop if pricked with a needle. As Psyche shuddered, he whispered.

“You’ll regret not accepting the proposal today.”