Episode 38
“Yvonne, I’ll really try my best.”
He repeated with embarrassment, his voice trembling, sincerity filling it.
“Okay.”
Yvonne replied casually, continuing to undress him. She paused when the shirt hung on his shoulders, considering whether to take it off completely.
“Why are you stopping?”
“I don’t think it’s necessary to take it all off.”
Yurian’s face flushed crimson at Yvonne’s words, and he mulled them over in his mind.
“But I would like Yvonne to see my entire body.”
“Okay, then.”
As she began to remove the shirt that hung on his shoulders, she hesitated and then sat back down completely. As she sat down, she accidentally crumpled the map that had been on the bed.
As Yvonne removed his shirt, her fingers brushed against his back and arms. He could now endure her mere touch. After all, he would soon feel her fully.
Although still somewhat unpleasant, the mere touch still felt cruel, but that too would soon end.
Yurian, now a patient predator, smiled at her and looked her straight in the eye. Holding back his breath, he bit his lips eagerly as Yvonne finished removing his shirt.
Yvonne thought his lips were so red that they might drip blood soon. His lips were swollen from how hard he had bitten them.
“Stop biting.”
“I don’t usually bite this hard, so don’t worry.”
“It doesn’t seem that way.”
Yurian thought she misspoke, remembering how he had bitten her neck. But although he could justify himself, he didn’t bother.
Thinking back, he had never attached much importance to biting, but now he wanted to bite her badly.
To leave a mark.
To leave his mark all over Yvonne’s body.
“Yurian?”
“Yes.”
She laughed as she looked at Yurian, who had turned crimson. Perhaps he felt embarrassed despite his efforts to appear fine.
“There’s still a mark here.”
“Uh… yes…”
Yvonne slowly traced the mark left on his neck. Strangely, despite his firm muscles, the mark remained vivid, as if it hadn’t been poked at all.
Yurian glared at her as his heart pounded wildly.
“Why are you doing this?”
“This time, I’ll undress Yvonne.”
“It’s okay. I’ll do it.”
“Why?”
“Because I came prepared for this.”
He was agonizing. If she had come this prepared, she might run away again if he said he’d undress her out of his own desire.
Yurian momentarily glanced at the length of the chain attached to the restraint around his neck. It was loose now, but if Yvonne made up her mind to run away, it would be impossible to catch her. That meant he had to be careful not to let her escape.
Everything he did with a woman was new to him. Holding hands, gazing into each other’s eyes for a long time, speaking tenderly with endearing nicknames, and everything that would come next.
He hadn’t waited for a special person, but when a special person appeared, he felt a desire to give himself entirely.
He realized instantly that this desire was to monopolize the guide. If this desire remained unfulfilled, he felt he would live in torment for the rest of his life.
“Step aside.”
“…Okay.”
At Yvonne’s words, Yurian stepped aside. Then she got up from the bed and pulled on the strap on his back. Then, she revealed a negligee that seemed to be designed for easy removal. It was so deeply cut that half of her chest was visible.
As Yvonne sat back on the bed in that state and caressed his cheek after placing the removed clothes on the bedside table, Yurian forgot to blink.
Her contoured body was fully exposed in the negligee. Yvonne tensed for a moment as Yurian’s breathing became erratic.
“After drawing the blood pattern on the heart.”
“Really?”
“Don’t you know such things as an Esper, Yurian?”
“Yes.”
He didn’t know much about the pact. It was something he had learned, but now, unable to think rationally, he couldn’t recall the knowledge he had acquired.
So, he watched what she was doing. Whether she had brought a small knife or pulled it from the garter tied around her white leg peeking through the long negligee skirt, she pricked her index finger and let the blood flow.
Yurian clenched his fists at the strong smell of blood. His attention began to focus solely on restraining his body from becoming impulsive as the scent intensified.
“Don’t look at me like that. Look at the ceiling instead.”
“…Okay.”
Realizing that he was staring at her as if he would devour her, Yurian hastily looked at the ceiling. He didn’t know what he would do if their eyes met now.
It was ticklish to have something drawn on his chest. Every sensation seemed to converge on where Yvonne’s fingertips touched, making his entire body tingle like feathers standing on end.
“Now it’s Yurian’s turn.”
“…Okay.”
He sighed and looked at the drawing on his chest. Various shapes were drawn inside a circle. He had learned about this before, so he could easily recall it.
Yurian took the knife handed to him by Yvonne and drew his index finger straight. As the blood flowed, he slightly lowered her negligee and drew the same pattern just below her collarbone, right above her heart.
However, he did it very slowly. Despite enduring the urge to cry out, Yvonne watched his actions with a calm face.
But he didn’t find it unfair. What would come next would be so difficult for her that even she wouldn’t be able to restrain herself.
Yurian knew that a woman’s first time and a man’s first time were different.
“It’s scary.”
“Is it because of the blood?”
“No. I’m afraid Yvonne will be disappointed in me.”
“Why would she be disappointed?”
Yurian thought she was asking to comfort him, as she already knew about him.
“No, it’s just a promise to do my best.”
“I see.”
Yvonne replied nonchalantly and placed Yurian’s hand on her chest. Then she placed her hand on his chest and said,
“Yurian Leonhardt pledges with his abilities that he will never harm Yvonne Ferrite Briseis, no matter what happens.”
“Yes, I pledge.”
Yurian followed her lead, and then the pattern on his chest seemed to absorb into his skin.
“Huh?”
“Why?”
He had waited, thinking she would make this pact first and then propose a companion pact.
“Is it supposed to disappear like this?”
“Yes. Just like this.”
Yurian scratched his chest with his nails. Then the area turned red, and a white pattern appeared on the skin, like a tattoo.
“Oh, it shows up like this.”
“Yes.”
He felt an inexplicable desire to taste her lips, which seemed so fascinatingly intriguing as they moved. So impulsively, he put her bleeding finger into his mouth. It tasted metallic, but he soon couldn’t taste it anymore, whether it was because it clotted quickly or not.
“What are you doing?”
“It smells delicious.”
“I see.”
Yvonne answered vaguely and withdrew her hand. Then she stared at him intently. Somehow, as he realized that she could no longer kill him completely, he found her pitiful.
Before, his situation was more important, but now that he had pulled out the biggest dead flag, his sympathy for Yurian was gradually growing.
So, while staring intently, she gently stroked his favorite cheek. As Yurian felt the warmth of her palm transfer to his face, he looked at Yvonne’s lips. They were undoubtedly a beautiful shade of pink, even without any lipstick.
Her lips moved vividly each time she opened her mouth to speak, making them look stunning. So this time, he inserted his bleeding finger into her mouth.
“Ugh…”
Yvonne thought he was playing a prank, so she remained still until he withdrew his finger himself. Yurian was leaving his finger there because he found it pleasing to watch his blood trickle over her rosy lips, which had turned red.
She even looked truly lovely with her lips turned red.
“If I kiss you like this, will my lips also turn this color?”
“Even if you don’t apply anything, they already are. Why are you nibbling on your lips like that?”
He happily laughed at her worried words and looked at Yvonne. Then, seeing that she didn’t avoid him this time and looked at him directly, his heart fluttered. It felt like he had swallowed a butterfly.
“Then…”
“…”
“Now I can do whatever I want, right?”
With that, he laid Yvonne on the bed. Then slowly descended to kiss her crimson lips, making sure she couldn’t escape by clasping his fingers on both hands.
