Chapter 96
"... It's not like that." He smiled softly and continued buttoning up his shirt, having only fastened one button so far. "Even now, I'm only looking at you." The sound of the fabric brushing as he fastened the buttons seemed to grow louder, almost as if it were about to break the cold silence with its sharpness.
It seemed that Sethian felt the same way.
One hand that was buttoning the shirt was tightly gripped, not painfully, but so firmly that it felt impossible to break free on his own.
"If you have something to say, say it. Even if you don't, just say it."
"What...?"
"What you're thinking right now."
"I was thinking that I'd like to put on some clothes." Yi-Gyeol, grinning, took a small step back as if he were trying to pull his hand away.
But Sethian closed the distance just as much, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him tightly in so he couldn’t move away. "Think only of me."
Sethian’s lips, which had drawn near, covered Yi-Gyeol’s breath before it could escape, swallowing it whole. Between their touching lips, slick flesh rubbed together and quickly tangled hard.
Sethian’s tongue wrapped tightly around Yi-Gyeol’s small tongue, pulling it before tracing a circle around it and licking it. Then, when it dug deep inside and swept through as if tickling him, he kept flicking his tongue until Yi-Gyeol was left dazed.
Every time he was helplessly ravaged by Sethian’s tongue inside his mouth, his body flinched and responded.
‘I only think of you, Seth. That’s the problem…’
Although he wasn’t lost in a daze like before because vitality was no longer being absorbed, the feeling was still pleasant. So pleasant that he didn’t want to pull away.
He thought about Sethian every hour of every day. It was only natural since he had become his everything.
He woke up in his bed, filled his stomach with the food Sethian gave him, felt his scent and warmth as he often stopped by even while busy, then fell asleep in his embrace. Sethian was the center of every part of his day, so how could he think of anything else?
It had only been a short time since he’d experienced something tragic and painful, but he was sick of how he could only think of Sethian.
‘It’s selfish, Joo Yi-Gyeol.’
He wasn’t even worthy of such thoughts, yet here he was, weighing his life against his.
“Hah...!”
Watching Sethian swallow even his breaking breaths as if they were too precious to waste only made Yi-Gyeol’s thoughts more tangled.
‘Hey, Seth.’
Words he could not say aloud lingered in his now-heated throat.
‘Why did you hide it?’
Knowing that each time he gave away his vitality, he shortened his life, why did he create a body for me and give me more than enough vitality every day?
‘Why did you do that?’
What am I to you?
He wanted to ask, but realizing he couldn’t was more painful than he ever imagined.
“Mmph!”
Even though he had tried to hide his tangled thoughts, Sethian wasn’t completely fooled. He bit down on the tongue he had been sucking in, enough to sting a little, which immediately jolted Yi-Gyeol awake.
“Focus. Before I chew it all up and swallow it.”
Sethian’s intrusion grew deeper, and his body pressed tightly against Yi-Gyeol’s without the slightest gap, his thigh slipping between Yi-Gyeol’s legs. Since he was still wearing only his shirt and bare below, the solid thigh and the cloth brushed teasingly against the bare skin of his groin.
The unexpected sensation below sent a sharp jolt through Yi-Gyeol, and Sethian, noticing, stopped for a moment.
“Ha... wait..., stop...”
Yi-Gyeol quickly turned his head to catch his breath, trying to pull away, but the sensation only intensified as their bodies remained close.
Despite seeming like he would hold on tightly, Sethian let go unexpectedly. Yi-Gyeol brushed a hand over his flushed face and tried to pass by him to at least put on his pants, but Sethian’s hand gripped his arm tightly enough to hurt.
“Seth...!” Without waiting for him to finish saying his name, Yi-Gyeol was pulled over and roughly thrown onto the bed. Surprised, he found Sethian’s fiery gaze looking down at him. Just looking at it took Yi-Gyeol’s breath away.
Sethian didn’t ask questions or say anything. He simply leaned down and kissed him again, fiercely.
The kisses were urgent, far from gentle, swallowing and being swallowed. With each kiss, Yi-Gyeol’s body burned hotter, much like Sethian’s eyes.
The kiss continued to feel like it was draining his soul, and when it finally stopped, Sethian’s tongue, warm with his breath, lingered on Yi-Gyeol’s soft lips, trailing down his throat, caressing his chest.
Yi-Gyeol nearly cried from the sensation of Sethian’s touch, so soothing yet electrifying.
As Sethian’s breath lingered on his lips, it gradually moved lower. He kissed the tip of his slender rounded chin, then headed toward his neck.
His heart was racing, thinking about how Sethian’s marks might be left on him. Two emotions surged inside: the satisfaction of belonging to him and the fear of never being able to have it again.
But despite these conflicting feelings, Sethian’s lips stopped just short of his neck. When Yi-Gyeol looked down at him, Sethian furrowed his brow.
His heart, which had been pounding, suddenly stilled as if cold water had been thrown on it.
Sethian stared at the spot near Yi-Gyeol’s neck for a moment, then stood up without doing anything more. Yi-Gyeol, lying there blankly as if dazed, watched as Sethian turned away.
Knock knock—
"Your Highness, it’s time." A timely interruption came from outside the room. Sethian had only stopped by briefly in the middle of his busy schedule, and it was now time for his next task.
"Rest. I'll be back a little earlier today." Sethian said those words before walking toward the door. Yi-Gyeol, lifting his upper body, tried to force a smile.
"Take care..."
Before turning the doorknob, Sethian glanced back over his shoulder at Yi-Gyeol. He looked at him for a moment as Yi-Gyeol smiled and even waved, then soon opened the door and left.
After Sethian left, Yi-Gyeol’s smile slowly faded as he stared at the closed door. His smile faded, and it soon twisted into something pained.
Drip.
A single clear tear fell onto the bed sheets. After that, a few more drops fell, scattering across the fabric.
“Ugh...” Yi-Gyeol pressed his hand to his mouth, unable to stop the tears from flowing, and swallowed hard.
What had he expected?
Whether satisfaction or anxiety, Sethian had not even intended to leave a mark on him in the first place.
The false hope he had carelessly swallowed only made him feel his situation more keenly. To Sethian, he was now someone on whom there was no longer any need to leave a mark. There was no one left to keep in check now, so there was no need to leave a mark just to show it to anyone.
"I saved you to use you."
Sethian’s words had always felt perfectly natural, and Yi-Gyeol accepted them. That was why he had wanted to be useful to Sethian.
But now... was he still useful?
Was he just someone who took Sethian's energy without being of any use?
The contradictory feelings—that he wanted Sethian to keep needing him, yet that he wished Sethian would stop giving him vitality and coldly abandon him instead—tormented Yi-Gyeol.
‘What should I do?’
He wiped his eyes again and again with the back of his hand, but once the tears started, they showed no sign of stopping. Eventually, he covered his mouth so no sound would leak out and silently let the tears fall.
Deep inside, something twisted with a creaking sound. Like a useless defective product.
His whole body felt numb, and the weakness spread from his hand to his entire body, shaking even while sitting.
Then...
Suddenly, the door slammed open.
Surprised, Yi-Gyeol looked up just as Sethian, with a cold, stiff face, hurried toward him. Realizing too late that he had been crying, Yi-Gyeol quickly turned his head, wiping his eyes while forcing a smile.
“Did you forget something...?” Before he could finish his sentence, Sethian’s hand shot out, grabbing his chin and turning his face toward him. The words stopped, and his tear-filled eyes that he had not yet managed to wipe clean were forced to meet Sethian’s.
“I knew this would happen.”
Sethian’s face became as cold as ice, and Yi-Gyeol’s heart sank. His body felt weak, as though it had been hit by an electric shock.
“Wait, wait, this...”
Yi-Gyeol, flustered, tried to turn his head, but Sethian’s gaze held him in place, demanding an answer. Tears continued to fall from his eyes, soaking Sethian’s hand.
Unable to speak, Yi-Gyeol tried desperately to hold back the tears, but Sethian’s voice came, soft yet firm, “Is the reason you’re crying because of me?”
“No, it’s not, it’s not like that.” Not because of Sethian, it couldn’t be. Never, never could it be his fault. Everything was his fault, and he knew he shouldn’t blame Sethian for any of it.
As Yi-Gyeol’s face quickly drained of color and he shook his head, Sethian’s lowered voice reached his ears. “I wish even something like this was all because of me, and you’re saying it isn’t?”
It seemed that Sethian felt the same way.
One hand that was buttoning the shirt was tightly gripped, not painfully, but so firmly that it felt impossible to break free on his own.
"If you have something to say, say it. Even if you don't, just say it."
"What...?"
"What you're thinking right now."
"I was thinking that I'd like to put on some clothes." Yi-Gyeol, grinning, took a small step back as if he were trying to pull his hand away.
But Sethian closed the distance just as much, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him tightly in so he couldn’t move away. "Think only of me."
Sethian’s lips, which had drawn near, covered Yi-Gyeol’s breath before it could escape, swallowing it whole. Between their touching lips, slick flesh rubbed together and quickly tangled hard.
Sethian’s tongue wrapped tightly around Yi-Gyeol’s small tongue, pulling it before tracing a circle around it and licking it. Then, when it dug deep inside and swept through as if tickling him, he kept flicking his tongue until Yi-Gyeol was left dazed.
Every time he was helplessly ravaged by Sethian’s tongue inside his mouth, his body flinched and responded.
‘I only think of you, Seth. That’s the problem…’
Although he wasn’t lost in a daze like before because vitality was no longer being absorbed, the feeling was still pleasant. So pleasant that he didn’t want to pull away.
He thought about Sethian every hour of every day. It was only natural since he had become his everything.
He woke up in his bed, filled his stomach with the food Sethian gave him, felt his scent and warmth as he often stopped by even while busy, then fell asleep in his embrace. Sethian was the center of every part of his day, so how could he think of anything else?
It had only been a short time since he’d experienced something tragic and painful, but he was sick of how he could only think of Sethian.
‘It’s selfish, Joo Yi-Gyeol.’
He wasn’t even worthy of such thoughts, yet here he was, weighing his life against his.
“Hah...!”
Watching Sethian swallow even his breaking breaths as if they were too precious to waste only made Yi-Gyeol’s thoughts more tangled.
‘Hey, Seth.’
Words he could not say aloud lingered in his now-heated throat.
‘Why did you hide it?’
Knowing that each time he gave away his vitality, he shortened his life, why did he create a body for me and give me more than enough vitality every day?
‘Why did you do that?’
What am I to you?
He wanted to ask, but realizing he couldn’t was more painful than he ever imagined.
“Mmph!”
Even though he had tried to hide his tangled thoughts, Sethian wasn’t completely fooled. He bit down on the tongue he had been sucking in, enough to sting a little, which immediately jolted Yi-Gyeol awake.
“Focus. Before I chew it all up and swallow it.”
Sethian’s intrusion grew deeper, and his body pressed tightly against Yi-Gyeol’s without the slightest gap, his thigh slipping between Yi-Gyeol’s legs. Since he was still wearing only his shirt and bare below, the solid thigh and the cloth brushed teasingly against the bare skin of his groin.
The unexpected sensation below sent a sharp jolt through Yi-Gyeol, and Sethian, noticing, stopped for a moment.
“Ha... wait..., stop...”
Yi-Gyeol quickly turned his head to catch his breath, trying to pull away, but the sensation only intensified as their bodies remained close.
Despite seeming like he would hold on tightly, Sethian let go unexpectedly. Yi-Gyeol brushed a hand over his flushed face and tried to pass by him to at least put on his pants, but Sethian’s hand gripped his arm tightly enough to hurt.
“Seth...!” Without waiting for him to finish saying his name, Yi-Gyeol was pulled over and roughly thrown onto the bed. Surprised, he found Sethian’s fiery gaze looking down at him. Just looking at it took Yi-Gyeol’s breath away.
Sethian didn’t ask questions or say anything. He simply leaned down and kissed him again, fiercely.
The kisses were urgent, far from gentle, swallowing and being swallowed. With each kiss, Yi-Gyeol’s body burned hotter, much like Sethian’s eyes.
The kiss continued to feel like it was draining his soul, and when it finally stopped, Sethian’s tongue, warm with his breath, lingered on Yi-Gyeol’s soft lips, trailing down his throat, caressing his chest.
Yi-Gyeol nearly cried from the sensation of Sethian’s touch, so soothing yet electrifying.
As Sethian’s breath lingered on his lips, it gradually moved lower. He kissed the tip of his slender rounded chin, then headed toward his neck.
His heart was racing, thinking about how Sethian’s marks might be left on him. Two emotions surged inside: the satisfaction of belonging to him and the fear of never being able to have it again.
But despite these conflicting feelings, Sethian’s lips stopped just short of his neck. When Yi-Gyeol looked down at him, Sethian furrowed his brow.
His heart, which had been pounding, suddenly stilled as if cold water had been thrown on it.
Sethian stared at the spot near Yi-Gyeol’s neck for a moment, then stood up without doing anything more. Yi-Gyeol, lying there blankly as if dazed, watched as Sethian turned away.
Knock knock—
"Your Highness, it’s time." A timely interruption came from outside the room. Sethian had only stopped by briefly in the middle of his busy schedule, and it was now time for his next task.
"Rest. I'll be back a little earlier today." Sethian said those words before walking toward the door. Yi-Gyeol, lifting his upper body, tried to force a smile.
"Take care..."
Before turning the doorknob, Sethian glanced back over his shoulder at Yi-Gyeol. He looked at him for a moment as Yi-Gyeol smiled and even waved, then soon opened the door and left.
After Sethian left, Yi-Gyeol’s smile slowly faded as he stared at the closed door. His smile faded, and it soon twisted into something pained.
Drip.
A single clear tear fell onto the bed sheets. After that, a few more drops fell, scattering across the fabric.
“Ugh...” Yi-Gyeol pressed his hand to his mouth, unable to stop the tears from flowing, and swallowed hard.
What had he expected?
Whether satisfaction or anxiety, Sethian had not even intended to leave a mark on him in the first place.
The false hope he had carelessly swallowed only made him feel his situation more keenly. To Sethian, he was now someone on whom there was no longer any need to leave a mark. There was no one left to keep in check now, so there was no need to leave a mark just to show it to anyone.
"I saved you to use you."
Sethian’s words had always felt perfectly natural, and Yi-Gyeol accepted them. That was why he had wanted to be useful to Sethian.
But now... was he still useful?
Was he just someone who took Sethian's energy without being of any use?
The contradictory feelings—that he wanted Sethian to keep needing him, yet that he wished Sethian would stop giving him vitality and coldly abandon him instead—tormented Yi-Gyeol.
‘What should I do?’
He wiped his eyes again and again with the back of his hand, but once the tears started, they showed no sign of stopping. Eventually, he covered his mouth so no sound would leak out and silently let the tears fall.
Deep inside, something twisted with a creaking sound. Like a useless defective product.
His whole body felt numb, and the weakness spread from his hand to his entire body, shaking even while sitting.
Then...
Suddenly, the door slammed open.
Surprised, Yi-Gyeol looked up just as Sethian, with a cold, stiff face, hurried toward him. Realizing too late that he had been crying, Yi-Gyeol quickly turned his head, wiping his eyes while forcing a smile.
“Did you forget something...?” Before he could finish his sentence, Sethian’s hand shot out, grabbing his chin and turning his face toward him. The words stopped, and his tear-filled eyes that he had not yet managed to wipe clean were forced to meet Sethian’s.
“I knew this would happen.”
Sethian’s face became as cold as ice, and Yi-Gyeol’s heart sank. His body felt weak, as though it had been hit by an electric shock.
“Wait, wait, this...”
Yi-Gyeol, flustered, tried to turn his head, but Sethian’s gaze held him in place, demanding an answer. Tears continued to fall from his eyes, soaking Sethian’s hand.
Unable to speak, Yi-Gyeol tried desperately to hold back the tears, but Sethian’s voice came, soft yet firm, “Is the reason you’re crying because of me?”
“No, it’s not, it’s not like that.” Not because of Sethian, it couldn’t be. Never, never could it be his fault. Everything was his fault, and he knew he shouldn’t blame Sethian for any of it.
As Yi-Gyeol’s face quickly drained of color and he shook his head, Sethian’s lowered voice reached his ears. “I wish even something like this was all because of me, and you’re saying it isn’t?”
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