The West Wind's Destination - Chapter 87
…Wasn’t it Homun who had killed him?
Had Aseph killed him?
However, her thoughts did not continue for long.
As he leaned in closer, Aseph’s firm chest became visible through the thin top. Even after finishing his words, his adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed.
“…I will erase every trace he left on you. So you can’t remember anything.”
Aseph Vilkanos had been repeating that her master was dead.
Is that so? Was he dead?
She had already experienced his death once, and now, it didn’t bring any new emotions.
When Bea nodded as if agreeing, Aseph’s expression turned into a frown.
“Bea, do you still not understand what has happened?”
“I understand.”
Bea, who was about to say there was no need for an explanation, found her chin caught by Aseph’s large hand.
“No, it seems you don’t understand. Let me make you understand.”
And then he pressed his lips down.
Startled, Bea instinctively clamped her mouth shut. However, when Aseph pressed his tongue against her lips, she couldn’t resist any longer. Aseph persistently made his way inside her mouth in an instant.
“Mm. Mhm…”
It was too much to simply call it a kiss. When Bea inadvertently raised her arm, Aseph caught both of her wrists and pinned them down on the bed.
His tongue entangled even more deeply. It was as if he was affirming that everything inside her mouth belonged to him, just as he had been saying that Bea was his possession.
No matter how much her condition had improved, receiving such a breath-taking kiss right after waking up was not easy.
When he finally detached his lips from hers, Bea gasped for air. They were so close that Aseph’s breath was felt directly. Even with their lips apart, it felt as if they were still sharing breaths.
Aseph pressed his forehead against hers and met her gaze.
“I heard that there are certain people who deliberately enter harmful relationships. If you must do so, then I intend to be your partner for that.”
With just one hand, Aseph restrained both of Bea’s arms and began to remove her clothes with the other hand.
Snap! SNAP—!
The sound of fabric tearing apart as he forcefully ripped her top. He turned Bea’s clothes into rags in an instant, and beneath them, her small body was revealed.
Seeing her appearance, which seemed even thinner than usual due to not taking care of her nutrition and the recent events, Aseph lamented.
“You will be confined to this mansion. You will eat only the food I give you, wear only the clothes I provide, and night after night, you must lie in my arms, even if you don’t want to.”
When Bea did not respond, seemingly stunned, Aseph raised his voice as if to prod her.
“Do you understand?”
Bea blankly observed Aseph’s face, noticing his lips quivering. Aseph pressed his knee between her legs, and Bea could distinctly feel his e**ction.
Aseph always tended to speak at length, and this time too, it was somewhat… hard to understand exactly what he was saying.
But one thing, did it mean he would hold her if she consented?
“…Yes.”
“…”
However, Aseph then fell silent.
He did not kiss her again, nor did he continue to undress her. Watching him chew on his red lips several times, Bea looked up as something moist fell on her forehead.
Aseph was shedding tears.
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Before she could ask why he was crying, Aseph released her and moved away.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he turned his gaze away from Bea and bowed his head. It was immediately clear he did not want to show himself crying.
“Why are you crying…”
“Bea, will you always just stay still, no matter what I do?”
Aseph spoke, revealing his anguish.
“That bastard is dead now, and I now claim to be your master… Are you really just going to accept whatever I’ll do to you?”
“…”
“I thought that even if it had to be that way, I needed to have you… but I see now that I can’t.”
Aseph was more hurt by his own words than any of Bea’s actions. Not knowing any other way to speak, he was ultimately shattered by the realization that his approach had succeeded.
“You are free. I haven’t placed any shackles on you like he did, nor do I intend to. I… don’t want to be in a harmful relationship with you. I don’t want to break you or oppress you with my possessiveness.”
“…”
“I want to love you, not have you forcibly by my side and see you spiral into despair. Maybe you might not know, and you might even feel that such a relationship would be more comfortable…. But just because it feels that way doesn’t make it right.”
