He never left his perfectly indifferent attitude, just rolled his eyes at Irel. Her beautiful, carved face turned pale as the wolf was approaching.
‘Did you hear that? The name Varkan Ha Mash.'
Because she was trying not to let her voice tremble, she used too much force, making her fear even more obvious. But even with that pitiful appearance, Irel still resolutely raised her chin and called his name.
At that moment, Varkan felt an extremely strange urge. The trembling chin and stiff lips were not at all sexy. But when he heard his name escape those lips, he felt a surprising urge to kiss her.
The woman does not love him. The weak girl is suspicious and afraid that if she displeases him, something bad will happen to her family.
But how should he treat this woman who, ironically, still tries to remain loyal to him?
His eyes looked deeply at Irel in front of him. Of course, Irel couldn't know why he was silent, and why he looked at her with probing eyes. From the beginning, his thoughts were extremely distorted and incomprehensible to ordinary people.
Luckily, there is something that can help Irel. The “Ting!” rang out, and a system notification appeared in front of her. That announcement summed up with startling clarity Varkan's complex state of mind.
[Varkan's Favorability has increased by 10 points.]
…What's going on? Irel was confused by the sudden increase in sympathy. She didn't know what made this difficult man happy, but in any case, this was not a bad omen.
The man in front of her had the ability to make all surrounding light dim, even if he just stood still. Thanks to that, even the magnificent Elolance mansion behind him looked ordinary, like just a part of the background. Even the lights inside are shining brightly...
‘Dead.’
Irel felt defeated when he saw the lights turn on one after another in the mansion. It seemed like the people in the house noticed something unusual.
Either they discovered where she escaped, or they saw the Masakas fighting in the garden. Whatever the case, it's not a good situation for Irel. In particular, she must prevent the worst situation where everyone rushes out to save her and draws their swords to point at Varkan.
“Um… shall we go?”
Gathering all her courage, Irel timidly reached out her hand. But Varkan just glanced at her hand instead of answering. His indifferent eyes seemed to be asking 'Where are you going?', making Irel extremely embarrassed.
“You came to pick me up, right?”
More precisely, come and drag her away. But she was planning on running away from home to be with Varkan anyway, so that wasn't bad. She also felt lucky because he appeared at the right time.
Just now, she felt like a trophy in a competition with no rules or judges. Candidates constantly cheat to win the Irel Elolance trophy. In the process, no matter if she is broken or chipped, none of them will stop.
It would be better for her to be obediently in the hands of the strongest winner. So that no other candidate dares to stick their hand in.
That was the best choice that Irel, who was weak, could make. And right now, she slightly turned back to look at her choice and thought.
'If Varkan would just leave his house a little bit now, what would be better.'
…Now you call it 'your home'. It seemed she had adapted too well to the current situation.
She scoffed at her own thoughts, then calmed her face that was about to wrinkle. Then, she gently touched the back of Varkan's strong hand, who was thinking about something she couldn't understand.
“Let's go.”
The feeling of touching it is like a dry leaf blowing in the wind. Varkan glanced at his hand, where her fingertips touched, with an expressionless face.
The next moment, surprisingly, he wrapped his hand around Irel's neck and pulled her close. Before she could cry out in surprise, his hot lips pressed down on hers.
Shocked by the unexpected kiss, she awkwardly raised her hand and pushed his solid chest away. This is the natural reaction of any woman who is forced to kiss her.
However, Varkan grabbed her hand, trying to push him away, and pulled her closer. As a result, Irel's hand accidentally wrapped around his neck.
The kiss was forced, but felt like it was voluntary, long, sticky and messy. Hugging his strong upper body and receiving that kiss, she felt like she was using her entire body to support a rock that was about to fall. Every time she panicked and wanted to step back because she was overwhelmed by his oversized body and his strong pressing lips, his arms tightened around her waist and pulled her closer.
It's difficult. She felt like her thin body could not bear his weight and strength, and could break at any moment. Even the breath was hastily sucked out by his lips.
“Ah, damn.”
Don't give off that sweet smell anymore. Varkan moaned between the moments when their lips parted. For Irel, it was an extremely unjust blame.
But the lips were glued again, and the tip of his tongue searched the base of her tongue, sucking the saliva nakedly, yet incredibly sweet. More precisely, his desperate gesture of lusting after her in that way was the sweetest thing.
The man who always stood on the sidelines, laughing at everyone with a smirk, at this moment was even more hungry for her. That restlessness, that racing heartbeat and rapid breathing are both scary but also very stimulating.
‘Of course, that's because I'm a Receiver.’
Irel has no illusions. Sure enough, under her half-closed eyelids, she saw Varkan's eyes shining like lanterns.
She felt her body heat up, and the Receiver's life force was slowly drained away. In place of that emptiness, a somewhat bitter, turbid, and chillingly cold force was swirling in.
That's Serving.
“Umm…”
An instinctive groan of rejection burst out. It feels like you're curled up in a warm blanket and someone suddenly sticks a cold hand under your shirt. The feeling of losing body heat was terrifying. Even though she tried to struggle, that hand still wouldn't leave.
Varkan let out a short breath through their touching lips. That sound sounded like an exclamation of not knowing what to do because it was so satisfying.
Just because of this, she almost gave up. Because she always saw him as strong and confident, she temporarily forgot. He is also a Masaka, who constantly endures burning pain.
“Stop…stop…”
Irel tried to tilt her head to avoid his lips. Even though she sympathizes with Varkan, if she loses more of her life force, she will definitely fall ill.
Fortunately, Varkan easily let go in the face of her weak refusal. He also knew it was time to stop. He just needed an excuse to restrain himself.
Parting his lips, he let out another breath. This time, one breath was longer than the last.
Irel saw his long eyes wrinkle, as if trying to endure something extremely difficult. That feeling is much more sexy.
But in just a moment, Varkan opened his eyes. His eyes were as dark and unfathomable as ever.
"Tell me. What are your plans?"
"Huh?"
Unlike the smiling corners of his lips, his voice was cold.
"Say you'll follow me? Do you know what that means?"
Huh. Irel almost burst out laughing at the absurdity.
It's true that the man is smart, but being deviant is tiring. She did as he wanted, but he was not happy, on the contrary, he doubted and questioned her.
This made Irel, who climbed through the window to reach him, feel extremely resentful. Although it cannot be considered pure intention, what about her voluntary cooperation?
"Of course I know what it means. And I've prepared myself mentally."
Her voice was weak but full of sadness. The profiled face with lowered eyelashes was even more melancholy, to the point where a normal man would immediately apologize and comfort her, even though it wasn't his fault.
However, Varkan is someone whose emotions are very different from normal men.
“Are you mentally prepared?”
He habitually took the heavy cigar box out of his pocket and used his thumb
clack clack
Open and close the lid. That small, sharp metallic sound was weighed down by a deep voice.
“Do people do that for family, usually?”
His lips smiled sarcastically as he asked. It was as if he had seen through her non-existent plot.
At this point, Irel was also a bit angry. Varkan was the one who pushed her into a dead end with no way out. It was despicable for him to give her only one choice, then doubt her when she accepted it.
Perhaps because of that, Irel felt like she wanted to appear more courageous than usual.
“No. Not because of family.”
"…Then?"
The question repeats slightly slower. Irel, who was timid and wary just now, suddenly raised her head and looked straight into his eyes, making him confused as to what she intended.
Irel looked into those distrustful eyes and smiled. A radiant smile, like a woman with no self-esteem.
“Of course it's for you.”
What? Varkan was speechless. He is doubting his ears.
Towards the face whose expressionless composure had been broken, Irel spoke like a nail.
“I told you, I'm completely infatuated with you.”