Episode 5

Yvonne gazed at Yurian with a soft, steady look.

Yurian could tell from her expression that she was enjoying the moment, so he responded gladly, reaching for his clothes.

Everything about him felt sweet, soft, and ticklish to her heart—like a feather brushing gently across her chest.

There wasn’t a single part of him she didn’t find lovable.

In contrast, Yurian, with his rough and rugged body, often felt he lacked something. He wondered what part of him she could possibly like.

But then, while slowly unbuttoning his shirt, he caught her eyes clinging to his hands in such an entranced way that it gave him a bit of comfort.

Yurian didn’t particularly like his body. Everything he loved, Yvonne had. Every time he saw her elegant violet eyes, he remembered exactly what he loved. Every time her soft voice echoed near his ear, he was reminded of what stirred him.

His fingers brushed over the final button with a faint rustle. And when he saw her unconsciously bite her lower lip, he couldn’t help but smile.

“Yvon, what do you think of my body?”

“It’s beautiful. I think I really like bodies like yours.”

“You mean like a knight’s physique?”

Yurian remembered how even the Marquess had once envied his build, and that brought a brief sense of relief. Her teasing glint made his heart drop again, in the best way.

“Actually, your body’s closer to a weapon than a knight.”

He wasn’t sure if that was a compliment or an insult, but from her expression, he realized it was meant kindly.

“You’re not… grossed out?”

“This? I said it’s beautiful, didn’t I?”

Yvonne’s gaze drifted over his body, half-exposed from the few buttons still left on his shirt. His sculpted chest and abs peeked through just enough to leave her wanting more.

“Just stay like that for a second.”

At her words, he paused and watched as she began to sit up. If she tried to escape now, he was prepared to chase her even if it meant a game of tag.

Then she reached out with her small hand and undid the final button. Yurian inhaled sharply—her hands were so small, and he wanted to hold them. The way her fingers moved was so endearing, there wasn’t a single part of her he didn’t find precious.

Yvonne smiled, watching how his gaze—full of lust and love—lingered on her.

“Maybe hide that hungry look a little.”

“Are you thinking of running again?”

“Yes.”

At her teasing reply, he quickly schooled his expression back into something calm and composed.

“Pffft…”

She felt like a timid prey animal trying to tempt a beast—and that gave her chills, yet also made her heart race with delight. The fact that he wanted her so badly felt undeniably good.

Since awakening as a mental-type ability user, everything else had begun to feel boring. When people desired her, it felt heavy and dull.

But not with Yurian.

His desire for her… made her happy.

She gently pulled open his shirt, and Yurian barely suppressed the urge to strip it off completely, exhaling a shaky breath. His chest lifted ever so slightly from the subtle trembling.

Yvonne sat fully on the bed. Yurian knelt between her legs, positioned on his knees.

She reached up and brushed her fingers along the edge of his ear.

“Take your top off. I want to see it properly.”

Then, careful not to dislodge her touch from his ear, Yurian hurried to pull his shirt off. He tried to act calm, but she could tell just how impatient he was—his movements belied his expression. He practically threw the shirt off the bed.

“Yvon… touch me more.”

He leaned forward, letting her hand touch him more easily. Yvonne traced the curve of his ear with a mischievous glint, then gently tugged on his earlobe.

“Can’t I get my ears pierced too?”

“Why?”

Yurian gave a bitter smile as he looked at Yvonne’s ears—at the faint, almost vanished marks where earrings once were. He always felt a quiet sadness whenever he saw the traces Hildebrandt had left behind.
He hated that Hildebrandt had tried to hurt her.

To him, she was more precious than his own heart. The idea of someone scarring her in such a way was unforgivable.

“I’d like to have a mark from you too, Yvon.”

“That’s not easy. Your skin’s too thick. I try every time, you know.”

Her reply made him laugh in delight, as if all his earlier worries had vanished.

Yvonne traced his neck with her fingers, moving toward his collarbone. His thick neck trembled slightly under her touch, his Adam’s apple rising and falling. He mirrored her, brushing his hand along her throat. A long, shaky breath escaped him.

She took in the sharp angle of his shoulders, firm with packed muscle. When she ran her fingers along his arm, his body tensed and hardened even more.

Yvonne found it endearing how he consciously tried to relax, yet instinctively tensed up every time she touched him.

Her hand slid down from his elbow to the back of his hand, where thick veins stood out across his forearm. She watched them pulse—swelling and shrinking with each beat.

His warmth radiated through her palm. Even though she was only touching him with her hand, it felt like her whole body was connected to him.

She knew his gaze had been fixed on her this entire time. His eyes were locked on her, full of desire. She smiled at him and let her hand return to his collarbone—then slowly moved lower.

“You’re so hard here too, Yurian.”

“That part of you is… a little different.”

“Do you want what’s mine?”

“Yes.”

At his honest answer, Yvonne laughed softly and pressed her finger into his firm chest. It felt alive, but when she applied pressure, it was solid—unyielding.

“Your heartbeat’s so loud.”

“Because you’re looking at me.”

“Even your breathing sounds intense.”

“Then I’ll find a way to live without breathing.”

His comment made her laugh again. She placed her fingers over his heart. As she touched it, a faint glow appeared—the mark of the binding vow they shared. She stared at it with a thrilled expression.

“Move back a little.”

At her request, Yurian sat back.

Yvonne considered pulling her leg free from where it was nestled between his thighs—but she figured he wouldn’t make it easy, so she stayed as she was. Instead, she pressed a finger into the muscle beside his ribs.

“Can’t feel much here, huh?”

“Feel what, exactly?”

“When you mess with this spot, I feel really good.”

She pinched his skin gently, twisting it between her fingers. Yurian stared at her with a confused look, as if unsure what she wanted from him.

“Unbelievable.”

She was honestly shocked at how numb he was.

“Hnng.”

“Let’s not fake it, please.”

“I’m just… kind of numb.”

“Kind of? Are you sure the nerves there aren’t just dead?”

“It’s like pulling on the skin on your back—it doesn’t really hurt, does it?”

“Good grief. This is so unfair.”

Yvonne genuinely thought it was unfair. Her entire body was so sensitive, even the slightest touch would draw a response.
But no matter where she touched him, Yurian hardly reacted. Except for one specific place.

“It’s not like I’m numb everywhere. It does feel good when you touch me.”

“But you don’t lose control like I do.”

“I do… but usually I pass out before you get the chance to hear it.”

Now that she thought about it… that did sound about right.

“Let’s hear a sound, then.”

“Ah… okay. Uh—hn?”

“I’m about to completely lose the mood here.”

He started thinking frantically, scrambling to fix the situation.

“…Can I… get an example…?”

He looked at her pleadingly. Yvonne couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Guess I really can’t joke around with you.”

“I’m glad it was a joke.”

“Still, it’s kind of disappointing. I wanted to make you feel just as good as you make me feel.”

“I always feel good. As long as I’m with you, Yvon.”

At his sincere words, Yvonne stroked along his thigh and smiled.

“Then how about taking this off too? I want to see if you really mean that.”