Legacy of Hatred Nov Chapter 158: Touch

Chapter 158: Touch

Liam didn’t know what he was doing, what that ant, or why, but nothing escaped his perception. He finally experienced what hugging lissa felt like, and he couldn’t find words to describe it. Actually, his brain drew a complete blank.

Everything else still existed, but sohow also disappeared. The world shrank to Liam and the graceful, smaller figure between his arms, as if they were the only things worth considering.

lissa was a foundation expert, a being beyond mortals, but she felt surprisingly frail now.

At the sa ti, the urge to bring lissa even closer invaded Liam, only for that to fail to add strength to his arms. He held her, but sothing instinctive kept his firm touch light, as if showing care for the most precious item in the world.

The feeling was conflicting but also perfectly natural. It was a ravaging urge capable of burning entire worlds, yet impossibly soft, going deeper than re flesh and bones, striving for a connection beyond the physical realm.

Most importantly, the feeling wasn’t for Liam. It was selfish, but also ant to be shared in the most comfortable way, slowly and, possibly, eternally. It fulfilled Liam, while also leaving him wanting more.

Naturally, Liam was the most shocked there, but he was too imrsed in the experience to consider that. He just knew that he wanted to keep lissa in his arms, shielding her from the world, treasuring her in ways beyond the aning of his na.

As for how all-devouring and treasuring traits could exist in the sa emotion, Liam didn’t know and didn’t ask.

Nevertheless, that already inexplicable emotion sohow deepened.

lissa hadn’t been in the right state of mind, and that hug took her completely by surprise.

Embarrassnt, shock, and fear alternated in lissa’s mind, overloading it. Liam was also half-naked, and the hug had put her lowered face right onto his exposed chest.

The situation wasn’t only improper. It was dangerous due to what Simon could do. Moreover, lissa knew that she couldn’t let the hug fuel her hopes since Liam often didn’t an what most would misunderstand.

Yet, despite all that, lissa never tried to escape. Her hands even stopped shaking at so point, and, before she knew it, they went on Liam’s back.

And once lissa hugged Liam far more tightly than he did, he understood sothing Lucy had ntioned in the past.

The long mission, the complicated ploys it had featured, the many dangers, the butcher, the conflict about the now-closer revenge, Simon, and more had created a tense environnt where Liam had to watch his back all the ti.

Liam hadn’t noticed that tension until lissa’s hug dispersed it. The world hadn’t changed. Liam still had to be wary constantly, now more than ever. However, in that small mont, he could relax.

In a way, it felt as if Liam had only breathed stale air, while lissa was a fresh breeze that made his lungs cheer.

It was unclear how many seconds, or ages, passed, but Liam’s gaze eventually fell, inspecting the woman clinging to him. He spotted his ssed-up fingers, wishing he had more intact ones to savor that damp back better, but his eyes slowly moved elsewhere.

lissa had her hair down, but Liam still focused on her neck. He didn’t know why his eyes always ended up there, but that spot was unbelievably close now, seemingly calling for him.

And Liam lowered his head, searching for what else he desired, the relaxing mont lowering his inhibitions. He didn’t nestle in lissa’s neck, but his nose got close enough for her to feel his breath.

A new tremor ran through lissa’s back. Liam’s breath in such a place was too intimate for her to remain still, and there was another issue she had to ntion.

"I’m sweaty," lissa complained, lowering her face even further, but still not leaving Liam’s chest. "I-I must sll bad."

"I never once thought that," Liam replied as if it were the most normal thing in the world. "You just sll like you."

lissa didn’t know whether that was a complint. It probably wasn’t, but there was sothing else that caught her attention.

"D-do you ...," lissa whispered, hesitating to voice that embarrassing question, "Recognize my s-scent?"

"Yes," Liam imdiately confird. "It’s how I sniffed you out in the ruins."

lissa had just learned about that part. She had never asked, but she could believe it. After all, she had witnessed how superhuman Liam’s senses were.

Still, lissa didn’t know how to take the news. On the one hand, she didn’t like being a slly spot in Liam’s perception, but a childish part of her liked that he could recognize her by nose alone.

In so twisted sense, it made lissa feel special.

Maybe, just maybe, Liam could accept a trait lissa found disgusting, and, in turn, the entirety of herself.

And, in response to that feeling, lissa tilted her head, laying it on Liam’s, wanting to make the interaction more intimate.

Liam enjoyed that additional vicinity until sothing beca impossible to ignore. He had been caught in the mont, enjoying everything it brought, but he felt more and more of lissa as the seconds passed, making the cravings of his flesh more relevant.

Everything culminated when a specific picture popped into Liam’s mind, snapping him up and gently pushing lissa away from her shoulders, his gaze diverted in guilt and unexpected shyness.

"Senior Sister, I must tell you sothing," Liam admitted, the confusing embarrassnt he felt unable to stop him from telling the truth. "I imagined you without clothes."

lissa had lifted her face at Liam’s push, but the revelation made her eyes go wide and lower her head again, panic and embarrassnt flooding her brain.

It wasn’t that lissa hadn’t experienced similar thoughts, the opposite actually. She had imagined far worse, multiple tis, and in many positions. The issue was that those ideas weren’t supposed to be spoken.

"And it’s not just that," Liam continued, still unable to look at lissa. "I want to do things. I have strange desires about you."

lissa’s embarrassnt reached its peak, almost making smoke leak from her head. She might be an impure, shaless woman, but she was also just a girl, too innocent and inexperienced to handle that direct talk.

Yet, after a few seconds, Liam said his last piece, and the gears in lissa’s brain switched.

"I warned you," Liam reminded. "I don’t think you should stay close to

anymore."

lissa found the strength to look up at that point. Liam even let go of her shoulders, laying his arms at his sides. He still didn’t et her gaze, but his stance couldn’t be clearer.

There Liam was, a man who had yet to realize his attraction, affection, and desire, ready to push lissa away, worried he might get caught in them and wrong her.

Even now that Liam had begun to experience what all the n in lissa’s life felt, he remained the exception. He might harbor the thoughts that had created her wariness of his kind, but he wasn’t like them.

Chances were, Liam wasn’t just the only man like that. lissa was ready to believe he was the right one.

And Liam experiencing those desires definitely was progress. lissa felt she was finally getting through his unique traits. Yet, she also realized that rejecting him now would reinforce the guilt written on his face.

So, lissa pushed through her embarrassnt, ignoring Liam’s partial nakedness in her private quarters, the previous hug, and everything else, wanting to reward that progress.

"W-what do you w-want to do with m-?" lissa asked, glad that she was shaless enough to fight that battle properly.

Liam was honest to a fault, especially with people he cared about. He recognized his own shyness, but his lack of understanding about it put no filters on his tongue.

Besides, Liam was feeling guilty about his imagination, so he believed he owed lissa the truth.

"I want to touch you," Liam admitted, "And more."

An explosion unfolded behind lissa’s emotionless face. Her brain’s functions stopped for a whole second before pristine boldness took charge, making her reach for Liam’s hand, carefully bringing it to her cheek.

"I wanted you to touch , too," lissa managed not to stamr as her gesture drew Liam’s gaze to her.

lissa had noticed the bandages and splints, so she only lay her cheek in Liam’s palm, closing her eyes while carefully rubbing herself into it.

"I like it when you touch ," lissa admitted, forgetting about her intentions, reopening her green eyes as she lost herself in the mont. "But only because it’s you. I’m only yours to touch."