“Episode 46”
First Experience
“Is this guy crazy?” Daphne remembered Celestian’s response at the obscure hotel’s gambling den, where he casually replied, “Just a little.” Why that memory popped up now, she couldn’t fathom!
“Hmm?” Celestian prompted with an angelic expression. With a face like that, he could get away with anything. As far as Daphne knew, Celestian was the epitome of a gentle prince, a submissive submissive. Who would’ve thought he’d be capable of such provocations?
“He’s got me all riled up, Psyche would have fallen for it!” Daphne felt her pulse quicken in the overly stimulating situation. With such a charming face, anyone from the three continents would easily fall under his spell.
With the bed behind her, the crocodile-infested waters of the sea, or the fiery inferno with blue flames dancing, she had to maintain her composure. She swiftly pushed against Celestian’s chest with the arm she had around him. Well, she tried to, but he stood still like a tree. In fact, she nearly stumbled backward instead.
“What’s he playing at?” Trying to maintain her calm, Daphne continued, “Is this his first time?” Meeting his eyes again, she noticed his face was flushed. Daphne blinked slowly, recalling Celestian’s words that lingered in her ears.
“It’s not my first time.”
She attempted to brainwash herself, but Daphne had never been this close to a foreign man before. Being pressed up against his lips just moments ago felt oddly tingling.
Though the last kiss mark on his lips was blurry, it seemed the most vivid. Well, it was next to his lips, so it was more intense. Daphne suppressed the urge to wipe them clean.
Celestian was partially right with his words. “Everyone does it, so it’s natural.” Daphne tried to remain calm about it.
“Is he trying to brag?” Daphne thought, refraining from replying directly.
“You’re blushing.” Daphne’s hands trembled as she held the tie. So, she clenched her fist.
“Why are my hands shaking? Why is he giving this to me? Does he want a fight? Or does he want to feel dizzy?”
Daphne tried to remain calm in her mind, surprising herself with how quickly she managed to do so.
“You tie it.” Daphne threw the blue tie at his face. The long silk slid slowly over Celestian’s closed eyes, his nose, and lips, before settling on his thigh.
“Didn’t know how to tie it. The maids did it all.” Celestian retorted, wincing as expected.
“If you want to learn, go grab anyone.”
Daphne retorted sharply as she reached out to slap his cheek. As expected, he winced.
“He’s not the type to blush easily, thankfully. If I were Psyche, his face would’ve exploded.” Daphne thought, then tapped her index finger on the vanity. It indicated the note.
“Take it with you.”
“You’re getting too calm too quickly.”
“It’s my specialty. You can lose everything there, just don’t let your cheek get hurt and come back.”
Celestian tilted his head to the left. It seemed like he wanted to say something. Then, he shook his head.
“Daphne, about…”
“Hmm? About what?”
Celestian looked at her with a puzzled expression, as if he wanted to say something but decided to clamp his lips shut instead. Daphne grabbed his cheek, wanting to force him to speak.
“If you don’t want to hear, I’ll cut off my tongue. Just shut up and listen.”
“Oh? Do you know how to say such things?” It was surprising to be able to say such vulgar words. Daphne was a little surprised, but she didn’t feel bad. In fact, it felt sexy.
With narrowed eyes, Celestian gazed at Daphne, who remained calm. Eventually, he lowered his head.
Sometimes, scenes sent shivers down her spine. However, this was not the result of exhaustion from constantly inspecting the hotel inside and out. Then, a grand mahogany door adorned with pure gold embroidery was knocked.
“Hello, Psyche.”
“Daphne!”
Inside the room was Psyche in her pajamas. She embraced Daphne as if she had been waiting and spun her around three times. Despite looking like she couldn’t do any sports, Psyche’s body was adorned with muscles.
The prince’s suite was as spacious and well-located as it could be, with the best view, combining three guest rooms for VIPs.
“I’m feeling a bit sore.”
As she grimaced from the pain in her side, Psyche furrowed her brows.
“Shall I tidy up your hair?”
Psyche asked as she tucked Daphne’s loose curls behind her ear. The warm blue eyes in Psyche’s large eyes made Daphne’s heart flutter.
“Aren’t you supposed to be the one doing this when you become the prince’s wife?”
“Does becoming a prince’s wife mean losing your hands?”
“Not really, but isn’t it bothersome?”
“Daphne, fortunately, I have two hands.”
Psyche didn’t seem to need Daphne’s response. Instead, she seated Daphne in front of the large vanity. Psyche, like a versatile jack-of-all-trades, twisted Daphne’s hair into various styles.
As her neck was exposed for the first time in a while, Daphne felt strangely empty. She touched her neck.
Seating Daphne, Psyche roamed around the spacious room before opening the door to the large wardrobe. She gestured politely with her hand inside.
“I thought this would suit you well with Daphne.”
“Why is this here again…?”
There was the blue pearl dress that Daphne had sent to the ship earlier. So, that’s why she chose to wear her formal attire instead of coming out in it earlier.
“It’s a gift from Romeo.”
“Romeo, that jerk.”
Daphne forced a smile, but her cheek twitched involuntarily.
And he wants to give a gift to the woman who was his rival in a way?
“I’m craving a cigarette. No, I’m craving alcohol. I want to pour both on that handsome face!”
As Daphne hesitated for a moment and grabbed her nape, Psyche quickly rushed over and hugged her neck and shoulders. Her warm hands felt like hot water bottles on Daphne’s neck, sending shivers down her spine.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m feeling so good that I’m getting dizzy. But where is your husband right now? Can I know?”
“If he’s not around, I might just go and kick his ass.”
“He’s probably in the underground parking lot. He said the bachelor party was being held there.”
“I see.”
There would be many eyes watching. A bunch of bastards getting together to have fun when they’re not even worth looking at.
As Daphne thought about her prince, who was like a lamb among wolves, she couldn’t help but feel sorry for him.
“Daphne, how did you meet him again?”
“Eh?”
Psyche, who had been silent for a while, asked in a whisper.
“…I heard he went somewhere.”
Even after saying it, she looked at Daphne for a while, as if she shouldn’t have asked.
Psyche, trapped in a place like this on what should have been her happiest day. Psyche, who had waited for a long time, but couldn’t wait any longer and went up to the deck.
Though Daphne was technically the one who broke the promise, she couldn’t help but feel sorry for the blue eyes that were now looking at her.
“We met here. It seems like fate between him and me.”
“You?”
It was the first time Daphne had mentioned “fate” in front of Psyche. She usually played the role of harshly reminding Psyche of reality.
As soon as she said that, Psyche’s expression darkened in an instant. Daphne felt as if she had been caught red-handed, and shivers ran down her spine.
“Then it must be because of that man that you didn’t come to me right away.”
Where did Psyche’s cold voice come from? Daphne found it fascinating how different she was when talking about Celestian.
“Daphne, he killed our father. The place where I used to live.”
“I know.”
Whether it was from a novel of a past life or gossip from this one, Daphne had heard this story many times. She moved a step to the side as if a thorn had grown under her foot.
“But it’s still okay, right? It’s fine. If Daphne likes him, I can’t help it. I’ll think of it as something similar to loving Romeo.”
“Really… It doesn’t look okay at all.”
Before Daphne could respond, Psyche spoke as if she had already drawn all the conclusions. As if that was the only way.
Without arguing back, Daphne continued to stroke her neck with her palm.
Words spoken with force often become reality. Psyche smiled widely with her peach-like face. She took a step closer and grabbed both of Daphne’s hands. There was a strange gleam in her blue eyes, making them even more mysterious.
“Daphne, you’re usually quick to get bored, and you’ve always liked new things. You’ll get tired of him soon, so I’ll wait.”
“Psyche.”
“I said anything I wanted would come true, right? It’s still valid, isn’t it?”
She must have said something like that when the situation was in full swing.
Daphne had a gut feeling that something was going wrong.
