When Irel woke up, a day had passed. She thought this was a normal morning, but her body felt a bit strange.
To put it euphemistically, I felt relieved, but to put it bluntly, my body lost strength and was extremely hungry. Feeling unusual, Irel got out of bed. And then, she fell to the floor as if on her knees.
“Ah.”
The carpet was soft so she wasn't hurt, but she was still surprised. Irel bewilderedly tried to stand up on her knees, but because she had no strength in her legs, she fell face down again.
What's going on? Irel lay prostrate on the carpet, blinking in confusion. That's why she didn't hear the knock on the door from outside.
“Miss Irel!!”
Chellos walked in at that moment and ran over in panic.
“Are you injured anywhere?”
“No, I'm fine, but I have no strength in my legs.”
Hearing that, Chellos quickly ran to get the blanket, wrapped Irel's body and helped her up. Even in this situation, the fact that he tried not to touch her showed absolute loyalty to Varkan.
"You've been sleeping for a whole day. Because you haven't eaten or drank anything, you might get dizzy if you move suddenly."
“I slept for twenty-four hours?”
Irel glanced out the window in surprise. It was a normal morning as usual. She thought she would just sleep one night and then wake up healthy.
‘As expected, Sevring put a lot of pressure on his body.’
With a strange feeling, Irel looked down at her hand. Her fingers were as white and slender as young birch branches and seemed thinner than usual.
It's truly a strange thing. Varkan is always confident and in fact there is nothing he cannot do. Even that.
Her relationship with him, which started half reluctantly, turned out to be better than she expected. The orgasm was so intense, shaking her very soul that her voice was hoarse and her legs were shaking. There are certainly long lines of women willing to pay any price for such wonderful nights.
However, such a wonderful moment of intimacy turned out to be gradually destroying her body. It's hard to believe.
“Please wait a moment.”
Chellos said to Irel who was dazed with shock.
“You have been starving all day, I will have the servants bring simple food…”
“Cough, cough!”
Right at that moment. Irel, sitting on the bed with a haggard expression, suddenly coughed. The cough was mild at first, as if the throat was dry, but quickly became severe.
“Cough cough, cough!!!”
It was a violent cough, as if I wanted to cough out my lungs. Irel's slender body seemed about to break, Chellos stood beside her worriedly and frantically.
“Are you okay, Miss Irel?”
She was in no mood to answer. She doubled over, coughing non-stop, making Chellos confused and ask permission.
“It's rude, but please allow me to pat you on the back.”
It was unacceptable to touch the woman who was about to become the owner, but she could be suffocated. Chellos gently and carefully rubbed her small back. Her back was shaking like it was about to break due to severe coughing, she looked so pitiful.
[Ting! Chellos' favorability increased by 3 points.]
In a state of imminent death, how could Irel pay attention to the sympathy notice? She twisted her body in pain, then suddenly covered her mouth with her hand and bowed her head deeply.
"Oh, you shouldn't bend down like that, it'll make it harder to breathe. Don't..."
Irel quickly pushed away Chellos who was dissuading him. And after a long cough, she suddenly vomited something from her mouth.
“Cough, uh…!!”
Split, roll around.
What Irel vomited fell to the floor and rolled around a few times. At the same time, the violent coughing suddenly stopped, as if it had never happened.
“Ha, ha.”
Irel tried to regulate her breathing. The throat is dry and chapped, feeling extremely uncomfortable. But what made her more curious was his identity
‘something’
that I vomited.
“This is…”
Without showing any signs of disgust, Chellos did not hesitate to reach out and pick it up. He held it up to the sunlight streaming through the window, observed it, then his expression hardened.
"What's the matter, Chellos? What is it?"
Irel asked in a hoarse voice. Chellos held out his hand with a tense face.
Lying on his calloused palm was a pill
conglomerate
pitch black, as big as a thumbnail, sparkling.
“I heard you vomited a gem?”
Varkan, who had just heard the news, asked in a mumbled voice, with a cigar in his mouth. His handsome face still had an unpredictable smile as usual.
“Truly my treasure.”
He blew a long stream of smoke out the window and walked towards her. The smell of perfume blends with the smell of cigars emanating from the chest with a few unbuttoned shirt buttons, creating a characteristic masculine scent. It was a scent that strangely stimulated women's charm, causing Irel to unconsciously turn her head and respond.
"What kind of gem? It's just a pebble."
Her voice was full of frustration. Simply right now, Irel's mind is filled with serious diseases such as tonsil stones, kidney stones, stomach stones...
If she wasn't sick, why did she vomit stones? This was the first time something like this happened, so she was extremely devastated. Seeing her appearance, Varkan stubbed out his cigar on the marble window sill and then reached out towards Irel.
He usually only touches her when he has a purpose. Irel was startled, but surprisingly, that large hand just caressed her hair indifferently and left.
“Even if it's a pebble, anything that comes from your body is a gem.”
Whether it was a word of comfort or a tease, she couldn't quite tell. Irel remained silent because he felt confused.
Even though she was
‘play’
game
‘Salvation’
like an addict all this time, this phenomenon is the first time. She keenly realized the limits of what she experienced through the screen. When you actually enter and become a part of this world, everything is so different.
Seeing Irel pensive, her expression dark, Varkan calmly asked.
“How is your body?”
"I'm fine."
This is not a lie. Although her cough just now was terrible, after vomiting the stone, her health suddenly improved. It feels like after having a heavy stomach, after being shaved, the stomach is clear and nourished.
Varkan threw a probing look, as if wanting to determine whether what she said was true or not. His gaze, as always, carried an indescribable weight and texture. It passed over Irel's cheek, where the hairs stood up, then stopped on her slightly rosy lips.
“…You look better.”
Varkan smiled faintly, then picked her up like a child while she was sitting on the sofa. He took her to the bed and sat her on the edge.
“Today… I can't.”
As soon as he was put down, Irel shook his head. Her body wasn't too bad, but vomiting the jelly made her mood confused and worried.
“You see me as an animal in heat.”
Rejected before even asking, Varkan raised one corner of his lips sarcastically. And surprisingly, he lay down on the bed, resting his head on her thigh.
Irel looked down at his face in confusion. Varkan hugged her waist like he was coddling him, rubbing his cheek playfully against her knee. Like a cat belonging to a large beast family.
“It's very heavy.”
"Don't be like that, just do it. Put your head on my lap."
You love me.
Faced with Varkan's subsequent implicit threat, Irel silently suppressed the idea of protesting again.
'Only because I said I loved him.'
Of course, thanks to that, she was able to save her family, but sometimes she felt extremely resentful. Varkan knew clearly that she did not love him, but still brazenly took advantage of that.
Irel looked down at the face resting on her lap with sullen eyes. His slightly compressed cheeks from lying on his side looked unusually cute compared to his usual demeanor. But the problem is that the face that shines with lust with half-lidded eyes and chest muscles exposed through the open collar of the shirt is not cute at all.
“I have good news and bad news.”
Varkan closed his eyes and moved his lips.
“What news do you want to hear first?”
He is truly a crooked man. Even these small conversations must come across as an interrogation.
“Well, the bad news first.”
Hearing her choice, Varkan whispered
“Hmm”
a voice of amusement.
“Are you the type of person who wants to take the beating first to get it over with?”
Every time Varkan said that, Irel felt something new. That she and he were not close in person.
They knew each other's bodies before they knew how to think, and held each other's lives before they had each other's hearts. Therefore, there is no reason for them to really understand what each other is like. Of course, for him,
‘Irel Elorance, Receiver’
is someone who has some value, still
‘Lee Raeyeon’
he was not interested at all.
“Before I tell you the news, I need you to know
stuff
What did you vomit first?
“…Do you know what that is?”
“Are you curious?”
"Yes."
“What if it was my semen.”
Irel's mouth closed tightly. His eyes were burning with curiosity and trembling with the feeling of betrayal. Seeing that, Varkan smiled softly.
“That's 'Stonestone.”
Luckily, he didn't deliberately delay it any further and got straight to the point.
“Stone, what is it?”
"It is said that sometimes Receivers vomit crystals. The common point is that this phenomenon does not just happen once but recurs many times. And the color of those crystals is always black."
Hearing that, Irel opened her eyes wide. She thought her weak body was having some problem. But unexpectedly, the cause is from nature
‘Receiver’
hers.
“Now the bad news.”
What news is this? Irel looked down at his lips, feeling like the blood in her body was drying up.