The Revenge Kidnapping Drama's Transmigrated Female Lead - Chapter 94
Simultaneously, a horrible sound of Ruon’s arm breaking rang out. Psyche covered her ears with both hands and bowed her head deeply. She didn’t want to see videos of brother torturing innocent people. Didn’t want to hear it either.
How long did she cry like that? Someone grabbed her chin to lift her head. Perhaps because she had cried until drained. When she obediently lifted her head, lacking strength to resist, Rezus wiped her tears with his fingertips. It was an extremely careful and gentle touch that didn’t suit him. Psyche unconsciously leaned her cheek into that hand, then suddenly felt a strange sense of déjà vu and parted her lips.
“While I was asleep… I think someone wiped my tears.”
“…”
“Was it you?”
Rezus said nothing. He just looked down at her with a darkened expression. Soon he withdrew his hand from her cheek and stood up. As Rezus moved to leave the reception room, Serdin, Terche, and Helios also began to move.
Psyche blinked rapidly in confusion. Hadn’t they brought her to the reception room to violate her after showing the torture video? Why were they all leaving without doing anything? Though confused, when she tried to stand to follow them, her body swayed greatly, likely from crying until near exhaustion. The moment she squeezed her eyes shut sensing she would fall, Serdin and Helios quickly ran to support her from both sides.
“Damn it, be careful.”
“Are you alright, Phrena?”
Psyche looked back and forth with surprised eyes at the two large men standing on either side. She thought they wouldn’t care if she fell… Just as she was about to say thanks out of courtesy, Rezus’s voice was heard.
“Terche, you take her back.”
…Take her back? Though she tried to say there was no need, Rezus had already left. Soon Terche approached and gestured with his eyes for Serdin and Helios to move aside. Serdin withdrew without comment despite frowning, and Helios shrugged and left the reception room compliantly. Soon a large hand extended before her. When Psyche just stared blankly down at that hand, Terche moved closer and gently lifted her, wrapping around her waist and knees. Psyche shrank back startled.
“I- I can go by myself…”
Terche headed silently to her room as if not hearing her mumble. Since she had no strength in her body anyway, Psyche stopped refusing and quietly entrusted herself to him.
Upon reaching the room, he placed Psyche on the bed with clean movements free of excess. What stopped Terche from leaving was her voice.
“…Why aren’t you doing anything?”
His eyebrow twitched. His expression suggested he’d heard quite a strange question.
“Should I?”
“Ah.”
Psyche blinked her large eyes slowly. Why did she ask such a question? She felt foolish.
“…Right. It’s good if you don’t. I must be strange from crying too much.”
Then, Terche who had been staring at Psyche as if measuring something, stepped closer and lightly grabbed her chin, turning it.
“This doesn’t seem like acting.”
Psyche stayed still as if forgetting how to resist. As if disliking that behavior, he frowned and removed his hand.
“…I’ll make another proposal in a few days. Accept it then. That would be better.”
Before leaving the room, was it her imagination that his tone seemed gentler than usual?
After that day, Arje’s lords no longer touched Psyche. Thanks to that, she could rest undisturbed for about 3 days, but the problem was she couldn’t have relations with anyone during that time.
‘This isn’t right?’
Did she raise their affection too much? How could they not touch her at all? She silently screamed in front of the bathroom mirror, then looked at her reflection with a determined expression.
‘I need to be more aggressive from now on.’
3 days ago, when both body and mind were abnormal. Her crying sadly at the video seemed to have stimulated something in the male leads. That’s why they wouldn’t touch her at all. Then she needed to provoke them to touch her again. More properly, more strongly.
Making such resolve meaningless, suddenly her insides twisted and lukewarm bile poured out before she could stop it. It was a side effect appearing as her body prepared to accept the enormous power held within. Having vomited like this at least twice a day for nearly 3 days, Psyche familiarly gripped the sink counter waiting for this time to end.
“Ugh, weack…!”
Perhaps because she’d vomited just an hour ago? Only stomach acid came up. Each time vomit rose, her stomach painfully contracted then released repeatedly. Physiological tears rolled down her cheeks. The retching stopped just as her stomach felt about to be completely raw.
Hilale
Is she pregnant?