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In fact, Llewellyn was aware. He knew she liked his face if nothing else.

‘Ah, my body too.’

Llewellyn has never been more grateful than he is today for his good looks. At this moment, he felt like he could truly thank his parents. For they had passed on their looks that Rosenia liked.

‘If only I could seduce her with this beauty.’

Llewellyn intended to use his body wholeheartedly as well.

‘And only if I could capture her heart like this…’

“Rosenia, please…”

Pleaded Llewellyn, looking at her with the most pitiful expression he could muster. Perhaps because of his faint trembling voice, he looked all the more pitiful.

Maybe that’s why. Rosenia’s eyes shook when she looked at him. The look in his eyes made her heart wane.

Llewellyn had a strange conviction that he would survive this ordeal.

‘…Ha, she’s too kind.’

Llewellyn swallowed a bitter smile.

‘My Rosenia is too kind.’

Sometimes in front of that tenderness, Llewellyn felt as if his soul was laid bare.

Rosenia was so kind and innocent that Llewellyn felt like a shameless fellow for tempting her with his beauty. He would be lying if he said he didn’t feel guilty.

But even if it was so shameless, Llewellyn wanted to capture her. He would do anything to have her completely. Even if it was something that would be criticized by the whole world, he would gladly do it.

Regardless, Llewellyn had decided that his life would belong to her.

Rosenia, who let out a small sigh, sat quietly by the bedside. With a hint of hesitation, she lowered her head towards him. Her rosy hair fell down and brushed against his cheek. Tucking the left side of her hair behind her ear, she supported his head with her right hand.

Her light ruby eyes sparkled as it glistened in the darkness. His heart throbbed at the thought that she might be on the verge of tears.

Rosenia carefully placed her lips against his as she held her breath. At that moment, he felt a mixture of pain and joy. The pain ached, but he trembled at the momentary joy of her breath.

“Huah…”

At the slight moan, Rosenia broke away from him. He tried to hold her tightly in his arms, but only felt the air in his hands.

Llewellyn looked at her like an impatient child. She stood against the wall, far away from the bed, with her head down. He could clearly see her slender shoulders trembling in the dark.

In a dishevel voice due to the fever, Llewellyn called out her name.

“Rosenia.”

Rosenia, flinching like a little bird, slowly looked up.

Llewellyn extended his hand towards her and pleaded.

“Come here, Rosenia. You promised to help me.”

Right, Llewellyn was certain they had made such a promise. When he embraced and kissed her small quivering body in his arms, and when her mind was in disarray,

[Promise me. You’ll help me whenever I’m sick.]

[That…]

[Can you promise me that? Yes? Rose…]

[Ah, okay…eh.]

[Thank you.]

Rosenia, whimpering and nodding, didn’t even know what she had promised. In her ecstasy, she simply had the thought of quickly breaking away.

Llewellyn already knew. Yes, he knew. He was a naughty child who had coaxed her into making a promise. He thought to himself as he smiled cynically.

Rosenia was glancing at him with a hint of hesitation. Then, she took a step closer, as if she had found her courage, only to stop again.

Llewellyn, like an impatient child, sighed deeply and whispered again.

“Rose, come closer. That’s the only way for us to connect.”

Rosenia, who hesitated at his words, asked in a low voice.

“Can we just hold hands this time?”

‘Just hold hands? Saying such a thing, how adorable.’

Thinking how adorable Rosenia was, Llewellyn smiled in amazement again. There was no way he could go to sleep just holding her hand. Just from being next to her he would become tense.

“Do you really just want to hold hands? Really?”

Asked Llewellyn, raising one corner of his mouth slightly and smiling. Briefly hesitating, Rosenia bit her lips and shook her head.

‘As expected.’

Llewellyn knew Rosenia didn’t want to just hold hands. Although he didn’t know what she was thinking, he was convinced that she was physically attracted to him, so he had decided to be more brazen. With a relieved smile on his face, he whispered as seductively as possible.

“Right. I’m glad this isn’t a one-sided love.”

“…Huh? What did you just say?”

Asked Rosenia, with her eyes wide open as if she couldn’t believe it. Llewellyn, in a deliberately coy manner, answered.

“Don’t tell me, you still don’t know? My heart?”

Frankly, Llewellyn thought it was pretty obvious.

If they had been in a normal relationship, Rosenia would’ve realized how Llewellyn felt.

But there was a dangerous wall between them, and she would rather turn a blind eye to their feelings than face it. Unconsciously, or consciously.

Rosenia looked at him with a bewildered look. Looking at her confused expression, he sighed softly.

Llewellyn thought he should say it clearly.

“…I don’t know what you’re thinking, but I didn’t say it carelessness during sex.”

It was an undeniable fact even if there was a knife to his neck. He sacrificed his life just to get closer to her. Regardless, it’d be ridiculous if he said he only hoped for it to end at sex.

Upon hearing him, Rosenia blinked absentmindedly and asked with a slight hesitation.

“Really…?”

Raising one eyebrow, Llewellyn asked again.

“Well?”

With a look of uncertainty, Rosenia nervously asked.

“So, our relationship so far…what is it?”

“…What is our relationship so far?”

His voice grew cold near the end. Suddenly his temperament was like a snowstorm, and Rosenia found herself flustered as she faltered in bewilderment.

A sigh came out of his mouth when he saw her backing away as if she was running away from him.

‘Like this again. Although she seems naive, she is rather delicate.’

Llewellyn thought Rosenia would run away if he wasn’t careful.

With difficulty, Llewellyn lifted his dying body and stepped out of bed. Then, he began to slowly walk towards her. She stared at him with fright as he silently closed the distance.

In a grave tone, Llewellyn spoke.

“Our relationship, Rose.”

“Yes…”

“Once we started, there was no turning back.”

“You mean…?”

Asked Rosenia, as she steadily looked at him while being pushed back little by little. Then, when there was nowhere to go but against the wall, he reached out and grabbed her arms firmly.

And then, Llewellyn pulled her in with all his strength. Her fragile body was pulled into his bosoms without resistance.

Llewellyn held her tightly in his arms. Trapped in his arms, she looked up at him with round eyes. The expression was so cute that he almost momentarily lost his reasons.

Seeing her stare blankly at him, he smiled softly. He could now understand why. The reason why she looked at him like she was possessed. It was because she was fascinated by his beauty.

Gently caressing her flushed cheeks, Llewellyn whispered.

“Rose, from now on you’ll continue to bear me.”

“…”

“And I’ll only bear you.”

Such words were filled with pure sincerity. Llewellyn didn’t doubt he belonged to Rosenia Hill. Without her, everything was meaningless. That was what it meant to give one’s life.

Slowly lowering his head, he kissed her gently on the cheek. His soft milky lips brushed against her as he yearned for her. He slowly moved his head towards her ear.

Then, Llewellyn whispered softly.

“So, I’ll continue to kiss only you…”

“Ah, that place, hwah…”

“And touch you as much as I please.”

Slightly biting her earlobe, she shivered like a little bird fluttering. At the adorable reaction, Llewellyn hugged her tightly.

Briefly burying his face in her shoulder, he raised his head and looked into her eyes. Her clear pink eyes glistened.

Looking at her, he became lost in the moment. He felt like he would die in her arms at this rate. He didn’t really mind dying, but…

‘I can’t die and lose her to someone else.’

Rosenia, who was staring at him vacantly, soon replied.

“Yes…”

It was a small, barely audible voice.

Only

Although that was her answer, at the moment, her expression looked as though she was in turmoil. Nonetheless, Llewellyn decided to enjoy this moment.

With a big smile, Llewellyn kissed her again. Layer by layer, he began to take off her clothes with great care.

As Llewellyn kissed her every exposed flesh, he looked at her fair and beautiful body shining in the moonlight with ecstasy. He was fairly proficient at touching her now.

To his surprise, Rosenia was calm and relaxed, as if she was leaving everything to him. When he held her chin up and kissed her, her small hands which were held against his chest made a circular motion.

Coincidently, the mana that was raging inside Llewellyn gradually began to fluctuate more intensely. As he gasped in agony, Rosenia hugged and supported his staggering body.

The two, leaning against the wall awkwardly, supported each other and approached the bed. The moon, which felt particularly warm today, bathed the white bedsheet.

From the slightly open window, the sound of crickets can be heard. With Llewellyn silently looking down at her, she laid on the bed, locked in his arms. Enveloping her was the darkness cast by the blue moonlight.

Llewellyn, as if yearning for one’s lover, slowly kissed her face, neckline, and even lower. Her body, which was stiff with tension, gradually relaxed at the affectionate touch.

In fact, Llewellyn was aware. He knew she liked his face if nothing else.

‘Ah, my body too.’

Llewellyn has never been more grateful than he is today for his good looks. At this moment, he felt like he could truly thank his parents. For they had passed on their looks that Rosenia liked.

‘If only I could seduce her with this beauty.’

Llewellyn intended to use his body wholeheartedly as well.

‘And only if I could capture her heart like this…’

“Rosenia, please…”

Pleaded Llewellyn, looking at her with the most pitiful expression he could muster. Perhaps because of his faint trembling voice, he looked all the more pitiful.

Maybe that’s why. Rosenia’s eyes shook when she looked at him. The look in his eyes made her heart wane.

Llewellyn had a strange conviction that he would survive this ordeal.

‘…Ha, she’s too kind.’

Llewellyn swallowed a bitter smile.

‘My Rosenia is too kind.’

Sometimes in front of that tenderness, Llewellyn felt as if his soul was laid bare.

Rosenia was so kind and innocent that Llewellyn felt like a shameless fellow for tempting her with his beauty. He would be lying if he said he didn’t feel guilty.

But even if it was so shameless, Llewellyn wanted to capture her. He would do anything to have her completely. Even if it was something that would be criticized by the whole world, he would gladly do it.

Regardless, Llewellyn had decided that his life would belong to her.

Rosenia, who let out a small sigh, sat quietly by the bedside. With a hint of hesitation, she lowered her head towards him. Her rosy hair fell down and brushed against his cheek. Tucking the left side of her hair behind her ear, she supported his head with her right hand.

Her light ruby eyes sparkled as it glistened in the darkness. His heart throbbed at the thought that she might be on the verge of tears.

Rosenia carefully placed her lips against his as she held her breath. At that moment, he felt a mixture of pain and joy. The pain ached, but he trembled at the momentary joy of her breath.

“Huah…”

At the slight moan, Rosenia broke away from him. He tried to hold her tightly in his arms, but only felt the air in his hands.

Llewellyn looked at her like an impatient child. She stood against the wall, far away from the bed, with her head down. He could clearly see her slender shoulders trembling in the dark.

In a dishevel voice due to the fever, Llewellyn called out her name.

“Rosenia.”

Rosenia, flinching like a little bird, slowly looked up.

Llewellyn extended his hand towards her and pleaded.

“Come here, Rosenia. You promised to help me.”

Right, Llewellyn was certain they had made such a promise. When he embraced and kissed her small quivering body in his arms, and when her mind was in disarray,

[Promise me. You’ll help me whenever I’m sick.]

[That…]

[Can you promise me that? Yes? Rose…]

[Ah, okay…eh.]

[Thank you.]

Rosenia, whimpering and nodding, didn’t even know what she had promised. In her ecstasy, she simply had the thought of quickly breaking away.

Llewellyn already knew. Yes, he knew. He was a naughty child who had coaxed her into making a promise. He thought to himself as he smiled cynically.

Rosenia was glancing at him with a hint of hesitation. Then, she took a step closer, as if she had found her courage, only to stop again.

Llewellyn, like an impatient child, sighed deeply and whispered again.

“Rose, come closer. That’s the only way for us to connect.”

Rosenia, who hesitated at his words, asked in a low voice.

“Can we just hold hands this time?”

‘Just hold hands? Saying such a thing, how adorable.’

Thinking how adorable Rosenia was, Llewellyn smiled in amazement again. There was no way he could go to sleep just holding her hand. Just from being next to her he would become tense.

“Do you really just want to hold hands? Really?”

Asked Llewellyn, raising one corner of his mouth slightly and smiling. Briefly hesitating, Rosenia bit her lips and shook her head.

‘As expected.’

Llewellyn knew Rosenia didn’t want to just hold hands. Although he didn’t know what she was thinking, he was convinced that she was physically attracted to him, so he had decided to be more brazen. With a relieved smile on his face, he whispered as seductively as possible.

“Right. I’m glad this isn’t a one-sided love.”

“…Huh? What did you just say?”

Asked Rosenia, with her eyes wide open as if she couldn’t believe it. Llewellyn, in a deliberately coy manner, answered.

“Don’t tell me, you still don’t know? My heart?”

Frankly, Llewellyn thought it was pretty obvious.

If they had been in a normal relationship, Rosenia would’ve realized how Llewellyn felt.

But there was a dangerous wall between them, and she would rather turn a blind eye to their feelings than face it. Unconsciously, or consciously.

Rosenia looked at him with a bewildered look. Looking at her confused expression, he sighed softly.

Llewellyn thought he should say it clearly.

“…I don’t know what you’re thinking, but I didn’t say it carelessness during sex.”

It was an undeniable fact even if there was a knife to his neck. He sacrificed his life just to get closer to her. Regardless, it’d be ridiculous if he said he only hoped for it to end at sex.

Upon hearing him, Rosenia blinked absentmindedly and asked with a slight hesitation.

“Really…?”

Raising one eyebrow, Llewellyn asked again.

“Well?”

With a look of uncertainty, Rosenia nervously asked.

“So, our relationship so far…what is it?”

“…What is our relationship so far?”

His voice grew cold near the end. Suddenly his temperament was like a snowstorm, and Rosenia found herself flustered as she faltered in bewilderment.

A sigh came out of his mouth when he saw her backing away as if she was running away from him.

‘Like this again. Although she seems naive, she is rather delicate.’

Llewellyn thought Rosenia would run away if he wasn’t careful.

With difficulty, Llewellyn lifted his dying body and stepped out of bed. Then, he began to slowly walk towards her. She stared at him with fright as he silently closed the distance.

In a grave tone, Llewellyn spoke.

“Our relationship, Rose.”

“Yes…”

“Once we started, there was no turning back.”

“You mean…?”

Asked Rosenia, as she steadily looked at him while being pushed back little by little. Then, when there was nowhere to go but against the wall, he reached out and grabbed her arms firmly.

And then, Llewellyn pulled her in with all his strength. Her fragile body was pulled into his bosoms without resistance.

Llewellyn held her tightly in his arms. Trapped in his arms, she looked up at him with round eyes. The expression was so cute that he almost momentarily lost his reasons.

Seeing her stare blankly at him, he smiled softly. He could now understand why. The reason why she looked at him like she was possessed. It was because she was fascinated by his beauty.

Gently caressing her flushed cheeks, Llewellyn whispered.

“Rose, from now on you’ll continue to bear me.”

“…”

“And I’ll only bear you.”

Such words were filled with pure sincerity. Llewellyn didn’t doubt he belonged to Rosenia Hill. Without her, everything was meaningless. That was what it meant to give one’s life.

Slowly lowering his head, he kissed her gently on the cheek. His soft milky lips brushed against her as he yearned for her. He slowly moved his head towards her ear.

Then, Llewellyn whispered softly.

“So, I’ll continue to kiss only you…”

“Ah, that place, hwah…”

“And touch you as much as I please.”

Slightly biting her earlobe, she shivered like a little bird fluttering. At the adorable reaction, Llewellyn hugged her tightly.

Briefly burying his face in her shoulder, he raised his head and looked into her eyes. Her clear pink eyes glistened.

Looking at her, he became lost in the moment. He felt like he would die in her arms at this rate. He didn’t really mind dying, but…

‘I can’t die and lose her to someone else.’

Rosenia, who was staring at him vacantly, soon replied.

“Yes…”

It was a small, barely audible voice.

Only

Although that was her answer, at the moment, her expression looked as though she was in turmoil. Nonetheless, Llewellyn decided to enjoy this moment.

With a big smile, Llewellyn kissed her again. Layer by layer, he began to take off her clothes with great care.

As Llewellyn kissed her every exposed flesh, he looked at her fair and beautiful body shining in the moonlight with ecstasy. He was fairly proficient at touching her now.

To his surprise, Rosenia was calm and relaxed, as if she was leaving everything to him. When he held her chin up and kissed her, her small hands which were held against his chest made a circular motion.

Coincidently, the mana that was raging inside Llewellyn gradually began to fluctuate more intensely. As he gasped in agony, Rosenia hugged and supported his staggering body.

The two, leaning against the wall awkwardly, supported each other and approached the bed. The moon, which felt particularly warm today, bathed the white bedsheet.

From the slightly open window, the sound of crickets can be heard. With Llewellyn silently looking down at her, she laid on the bed, locked in his arms. Enveloping her was the darkness cast by the blue moonlight.

Llewellyn, as if yearning for one’s lover, slowly kissed her face, neckline, and even lower. Her body, which was stiff with tension, gradually relaxed at the affectionate touch.