Chapter 434
My heart pounded fiercely.
I knew I shouldn't be delighted at such words, but Dawon's confession filled –almost helplessly–with joy. I almost nodded.
"……" However, I couldn't afford to do that. As I trembled with tightly pressed lips, Dawon leaned closer. Then, he licked my lips. They stung from what happened yesterday, when I had bitten down on them to stifle my moans.
Dawon gave a few more pointed kisses before retreating, "But, Lee-kyung-ah, now I'm determined to fully revive, no matter what."
"……"
"Isn't that what you wanted?" His smile was unbearably smug, as if he were teasing .
Instead of responding, I clamped my lips shut even tighter. At that sight, Dawon chuckled softly and moved his lips to my hunched shoulder.
* * *
After spending half the day with Dawon, I didn't open my eyes until it was midday again. There was no one around, and the sheets underneath my body was so soft. The sweet scent that usually lingered even before I opened my eyes was absent this ti.
‘…I'm tired.'
My body was truly throbbing everywhere. I fiddled with my neatly changed clothes and sneaked a look inside my patient robes.
Seeing more marks than I had anticipated–traces of our night left on my skin–made feel incredibly embarrassed. Especially around my collarbone—that part of my body was almost devoid of its original color.
‘Seo Dawon…'
I nibbled at my lips as I recalled the main culprit behind these marks.
Knock Knock–!
At that mont, I heard a knock on the hospital room door. Startled, I looked over; fortunately(?), it was Seo Dawon who opened the door.
He held a small tray in hand; atop it were a flask–a potion?–and a lunch box covered with a lid.
"I was going to wake you up if you weren't awake by now." Dawon approached with a big smile. I stared at him as he leaned on the headboard of the bed and raised the bed tray into place.
If anyone saw this scene, they’d think he was a sweet and caring man tending to his ailing lover. But, rembering what had happened just a few hours ago made it hard to fully appreciate his attentiveness.
"…You act like you have a split personality." I blurted out–almost automatically.
Dawon looked taken aback as he stared at before smiling. His relaxed smile didn't fade; he accepted the criticisms as if they didn't faze him. "Shall I feed you?"
"……" Dawon laughed and ignored my jab, opened the lid on the dish he was carrying, and started to feed so cold porridge. I would have coldly snatched away the spoon, but I was incredibly exhuasted.
I couldn't even speak properly, "…You made that?"
"Yeah. It's not hot, right?" Dawon wiped at the corners of my mouth carefully and fed slowly. But, after a few bites, I eventually shook my head.
Though I was hungry, the act of eating itself drained of too much energy. Dawon didn't try to force to eat either.
However, when Da-won suddenly reached toward my top, I flinched and leaned back in shock. Surely, he wasn’t planning to do *that* right after a al…!
"W-Wait a minute!"
But, contrary to my expectations, Dawon only smirked at my paling expression, "There's so porridge on your clothes."
I looked down; there was a grain of rice that fell onto my chest.
"……" I blushed and felt a sudden rush of sha.
Seo Dawon didn't miss this opportunity to tease sarcastically, "Lee-kyung-ah. Do you really think I'd pounce on you when you don't even have the energy to eat?"
"You really want to believe that…? …You've lost my trust right now."
At first Dawon was incredibly well-mannered–that's why I was deceived. But, the second ti… I blushed at the thought of what happened a few hours ago.
"You've…You've got a bit of a perverted streak."
Dawon fell silent for a mont, but there wasn’t even a hint of remorse on his face. If anything, he seed puzzled and even asked, as if genuinely curious, “Aren’t I pretty normal?”
"……" I almost blurted out, ‘How should I know?' But I held myself back.
Dawon blinked as he watched my grumbling self.
"Ah." He exclaid, as if he had just realized sothing.
I looked up at Dawon and caught him smirking, the corners of his lips curling upward. When our eyes t, he hastily covered his mouth with one hand, but it was already too late.
"What's with that smile…" I grumbled.
"Ah, mm. Nothing. It's nothing."
"…You're irritating."
"That's harsh." His eyes curved into a smile.
It was then I realized he was absolutely convinced I’d been a virgin, and a small wave of indignation rose within .
Dawon must have noticed that I was offended. However, my body felt too sensitive for his ensuing embrace.
"It hurts!"
"Should I give you a massage?"
"Don't want it…" I refused, but Dawon's hand already reached towards my waist. I jumped when he touched where I was sensitive; I shot him a glare.
‘This bastard…'
Could I be wrong? Dawon had held himself back in so many ways for my sake until now… Surely, just sleeping together once wouldn’t change much. Or so I thought. But Dawon was much more…
‘No. He might be doing this because I haven't withdrawn my plan to manipulate the other Servants…'
And, I had no idea if it was just , but from this day forward, my body felt strangely itchy and my body temperature rose whenever Dawon touched the contract mark engraved on his body. It felt like soone was teasing and tickling a place they shouldn’t.
The problem, though, was that Dawon was astutely aware of this change. Even now, as I tried to push him away, he caught my hand and licked my ring finger with his tongue.
"Stop…!"
"It feels good, doesn't it?"
"…W-Wait…"
"You touch yours every ti you think of ."
"Ah!"
"Every ti that happens, I feel the sa thing. Do you know, now?"
"I…"
"Do you want to tell you what I was thinking whenever you fiddled absentmindedly with my mark?" Dawon's seal was on my finger, and the mark itself was aningful to . So, I often touched and played with it. But… had Dawon been hiding his reactions all this ti behind a mask of indifference?
More than anything, I felt ashad that he had been feeling what I'm currently feeling–his licks and ghostly tickles–all this ti. My eyes, brimming with tears, t Dawon's.
His smile deepened. "Don't touch any of the other servant's marks from now on."
"Wha… What kind of nonsense are you…"
"Then, do you want to keep teasing the other Servants while sleeping with ?"
"No!"
"Pervert." Seo Dawon, who returned my insult, smiled gently at , who had my mouth wide open in astonishnt.
He pressed firmly on the back of my neck. By now, I was well aware of his habit of leaving particularly harsh marks on certain areas. And, of course, every single one of those places just so happened to coincide with the other servants' contract marks.
The part Dawon grabbed right now was Kim Olim's location. The bruised skin throbbed as if there was a pulse point direction under his fingers.
Dawon, on the other hand, had cold eyes even though he bit and mouthed at my skin enough for it to beco raw last night. The gleam in his belied his desire–if it wouldn't injure –to cut out the mark.
‘I was completely mistaken.'
I thought that Dawon wouldn't be swayed by personal feelings; I thought he would always remain cool. But, now I understood the fire smoldering in his eyes. Dawon was much, much more… intense than I had imagined…
“Dawon-ah, wait a mont…” I desperately called his na, trying to stop him. But the more I resisted, the tighter his grip beca.
Knock Knock–!
Fortunately, soone knocked on the door. Dawon tried to ignore the interruption, but Kim Olim's concerned voice could be heard through the door. "If you don't open this, I'll break the door down."
The murderous tone in her voice wasn’t sothing Dawon could completely disregard. Finally, with defeated sigh, he shifted away from his ready-to-pounce stance and glanced at the door, shaking his head in exasperation. "Haah….How could soone be so tactless."
His murmurs were quiet, but it seems Olim still heard.
She didn't back down and retorted, "I'll ‘purify' your groin, Seo Dawon."
Beco a mber!
TL: While I know it's a 1v1 endga, and Seo Dawon is 100% the ML…
My god, the poly potential is huge. It's almost impossible to keep your hand away from the other servants' marks. Plus, you can't help but touch another's mark while doing the do. It says sothing that Dawon feels the most threatened by Olim's mark/the location of Olim's mark.
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