Tamed A Blackened Slave Man Chapter 18: Night, A Male’s Seduction

Theres sothing I have to say.

Co in.

With Arens consent, the door slowly opened.

Cassadin stood at the door wearing a navy robe. Past his loosely tied waistband, the robe was left slightly agape to expose his toned chest.

It felt as though the traces of his long days as a gladiator were embedded deep in him. His clothes silhouette dropped perfectly against his broad shoulders, as if they had been tailored just for him.

May I approach you, Sister?

In response, Aren sat up and nodded. In the reflection of the moonlight, he could see her faint smile. She ant to give her consent.

Cassadin approached where Aren was seated on the bed. Unlike before, his every movent towards Arens bedside was incredibly careful.

What did you have to say to ?

I wanted to apologize for what happened earlier. And

?

I wanted to hear your voice, Sister.

Cassadin continued to speak and sat down next to Aren. Perched on the edge of the bed, his robe opened up a little more. Arens gaze shifted to his loosened robe.

Cassadin, you have to wear your robe properly.

Her voice was affectionate, as if scolding a child.

How?

Cassadin cocked his head with an innocent expression. His expression contradicted his exceptionally masculine appearance.

Co closer.

When Cassadin moved a little closer, Aren fixed up his loose clothing.

While Aren was adjusting Cassadins clothes, he stared intently at his sisters face. His fine platinum hair was now longer than when he first t her, and those large eyes were clearer than a cloudless sky.

Youre beautiful, Sister.

Aren just smiled without any further response.

My eyes are blinded every ti I look at you. It was like that on the first day we t as well.

Cassadin gently enveloped Arens hand in his. His large hand trapped hers in its grasp. Bringing it up to his lips, he softly placed a kiss on the back of her hand.

After kissing Arens hand, Cassadin began tracing her fingertips, as if checking for sothing. His touches felt far too sensual to be considered the way he was fondling his sisters fingertips.

I want to know more about you, Sister.

Cassadins deep purple eyes glowed in the reflection of the moonlight. He slowly blinked, then looked back at Aren with an affectionate stare as he raised a lock of her platinum blonde hair to his lips.

For so reason, he was doing things to his own sister that one would only expect to co from a lover. Yet, Aren just continued to smile at Cassadin.

Sister, my body has been feeling feverish since so ti ago.

I hope theres nothing wrong with .

Her eyes widened, and Aren asked him in a worried tone.

Where exactly does it hurt?

As if he had been waiting for that response, Cassadin pulled Arens small hand to his sculpted chest.

Here.

Cassadin slipped Arens hand deep inside his robe. Her palm t his smooth skin underneath the fabric.

It seems like the fever is getting worse.

Why is my body doing this, Sister?

His deep voice rang out quietly. Then only silence filled the room.

Sister, your hands are so soft. Theyre warm and soft. It calms when I touch it.

Cassadin caressed Arens petite hand as he said so. He then pulled her hand closer to him so that it was completely in his grasp.

Now, in what felt close to an embrace, his chest was less than an inch away from Arens face. His toned, powerful upper body seed on the brink of bursting, flowing with intense masculinity.

What felt like a savory gaze slowly traced over Arens body.

Suddenly, Aren, who had been quietly observing him, started to untie the navy robe he was wearing.

Cassadin smirked, looking down at Aren, who was hastily removing his robe. She was just another diocre human being who fell for his deliberate temptation.

My goodness. Its no wonder I felt such a large scar.

However, the words that ca out of Aren were not ones of desire, but those of a kind and compassionate sister.

It must have been so painful, Cassadin. I didnt know you had such scars with your clothes covering them.

Aren completely untied Cassadins robe and scanned every little inch of his body. And Cassadin realized at that mont that his eyes were not those of a woman who fell for his seduction.

At the unexpected turn of events, the corners of Cassadins lips that had been curled up straightened back down.

These Theyre wounds from swords and axes.

Aren brushed her hand over Cassadins wounds.

And this is a wound thats created when a sharp iron skewer burns a hole into the flesh for a prolonged period of ti.

Arens rosy lips clenched firmly together.

Even if you were a gladiator, these were created deliberately. They couldnt have been made from normal fights.

She didnt seem to care about his broad shoulders or muscular body. She just had her eyes fixed on the marks etched onto his skin.

Have you been tortured?

Tell .

As she looked at the deep, diagonal scars carved onto Cassadin, it was Aren who seed hurt instead.

Yes.

It was impossible to live as a slave without scars, especially as a gladiator slave.

Nobody hed t in the past cared about it. Those who had approached Cassadin until now were only attracted to his beautiful appearance and body and were only focused on the expression of their own disgusting desires.

Regardless of whether he was severely tortured or was wounded and bleeding from swords and spears.

His strong body and attractive appearance were his only worth and value, after all.

Im sorry, Cassadin. It must have been so painful.

As Aren said that, she gently grazed over the deep sword wound on Cassadins body.

Cassadin was confused by the tender words and touches that treated him not as a man, but as a real younger brother.

Cassadin had intended to deliberately seduce Aren in revenge for causing him confusion. But not even a tiny bit of it worked on Aren.

Wait just a mont, Cassadin.

Saying so, Aren covered Cassadins eyes with her palms.

With his vision suddenly taken away, Cassadin suspected Aren was going to punish him for pinning her wrists.

All done. You can open your eyes now.

In response, Cassadin opened his eyes to a shocking sight. The deep scars of the diagonal slashes were gone as if they had never been there. That was the sa for the burn scars embedded into his skin with iron skewers.

Witnessing sothing that he couldnt believe even as he saw it, Cassadins eyes widened.

What, how did

Are you surprised? I just applied the ointnt that I ntioned last ti.

Aren smiled tenderly at Cassadin as she responded.

I would have healed these scars when we first t had I known this would happen.

Then Aren pulled back the robe Cassadin had been wearing. Cassadin looked down at the woman tying up his robe with an indescribable expression.

It was strange. Things have been going in a completely different direction from what he had intended.

He had no idea what to do next from here on. His head ached.

Sister.

I know how hard it must have been, not being able to tell anyone all this ti. Cassadin, please forgive .

Aren must have been tired as she slowly closed her eyes after stroking Cassadins silver hair a few tis.

My beloved younger brother, dont worry about a thing, and get a good nights sleep.

Aren continued to speak to him in a sleepy voice. Watching Aren smile at him with crescent-shaped eyes despite looking incredibly tired, Cassadin realized that he had fallen into her trap.

Cassadin, who had thought he would be able to lie next to her comfortably as usual, was not able to do so.

He just dazedly stared at his sister next to him, who had fallen asleep without a care in the world.

Her silky platinum hair was shining even in the darkness under the bright moonlight. Not to ntion her frail, slender ankles that he could hold with a single hand, and her pure white skin.

Its okay.

He rembered that with just her one word, the frozen walls of his shut heart lted down just like that.

Its okay, Cassadin.

The term saint could undoubtedly be used to refer to this woman. To think that she could worry about the one who is harming her, even when her own life is in danger.

No matter what he did, the woman never got angry. He was the one who caused the problems, but it was always she who apologized.

Even when he was blatantly lying, the woman never once blad him. She only comforted him as if she understood, and tended to his wounds.

Cassadin ran his hands over the parts of his body where the woman had touched him. The engravings of pain that had been there disappeared without a trace, as if they were never there in the first place.

He felt strange. He should have been happy that those unsightly scars had disappeared. But for so reason, it felt suffocating instead, as if a heavy rock was weighing down his heart.

It was like sothing he didnt want was strangling his heart. But Cassadin couldnt precisely pinpoint what that ant.

Sotis, the woman had the expression of a monk who had reached enlightennt. That was neither a face drowned in sorrow nor one lost in thought. It was the expression of soone who had renounced many things.

The woman possessed so much but acted as though there was nothing for her to lose. Even if that was her own life.

At tis when she emitted a mysterious yet precarious aura, he had the odd belief that she was sohow similar to him.

He spent quite a bit of ti staring down at the woman sleeping soundly next to him. The more he looked at her, the more he felt selfish pride simr up from the deep abyss of his heart.

He had seen and t countless people before. n, won, old, and young. They all undid his clothes and desired his body, even when he did nothing.

To a slave, beauty was poison. Pearls erging from the mud were bound to stand out. All of the people desired him as if they were enchanted.

Cassadins status as a slave held him back even when he didnt want it. From his respectable position as the Crown Prince, he was dragged down to the bottom of the pit in the blink of an eye.

But there had been no ti for him to despair. He gritted his teeth and did everything to hide his identity. He extended this disgusting life by pleasuring disgusting people.

And so when the short ti of the night passed, everyone would be out cold, no matter who they were. Even those who boasted about their stamina eventually admitted their defeat.

His sister was also asleep next to him.

But she was different.

Seeing his sisters face in a peaceful state like that of a child, Cassadin felt a spark of spite light up in him. He didnt like how his sister was sleeping so casually without placing even a single finger of desire on him.

The way this woman didnt ask any questions, even though she knew his identity, and told him to use her instead, was suspicious from every perspective.

But that didnt an he wanted to wake the sleeping angel.

What exactly was he hesitating about? Why didnt he do anything when Aren had wrapped her arms around him in the carriage? Why did he feel at ease with her usual affectionate voice and kind attitude?

He couldnt understand anything. His head hurt from the confused flurry of emotions.

Cassadin took a deep breath and got up from the bed.

He had felt a strange sense of defeat from the woman nad Aren, who was much smaller and weaker than him.

Miss! You have to wake up at once!

Hearing Sashas unusually persistent voice, my eyes fluttered open automatically.

Whats the matter?

His Highness, the Crown Prince, has visited the mansion.

What? Why would he?

My drowsy mind jumped back into action the mont I heard Sashas ssage. The sleepiness that had been consuming my body just a mont ago also ran away.

Did Cassadins assassination attempt get exposed?

I tried to suppress the uneasiness rising up in my heart as I waited for Sashas answer.