Don’t Look for the Resurrected Villainess - Chapter 173

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Chapter 173

I slowly parted my lips.

So, a nightmare. He had asked if I had a nightmare I wanted to forget.

I was about to answer that it seemed so, but no voice came out. Jeon’s lips were too close, and if I spoke, my helplessly hot breath would reach him first.

Instead of me, who had frozen with my words stuck, Jeon was the first to move.

“Lie down for now.”

The lips that seemed about to touch moved away.

Jeon, who had stepped far back as if he had never approached me, pushed me toward the bedding. Pushed by that force, I plopped down on the bed in bewilderment and frowned.

It was because I realized that Jeon’s tone just now had been like handling a child.

“Like coaxing a disobedient child…”

The moment I raised my head to express my disgruntled feelings, Jeon gripped the headboard with one hand and bent his waist toward me.

“If there’s something else you’d prefer, say it now.”

Perhaps because he was looking down from above, Jeon’s shadowed face felt particularly unfamiliar.

If Jeon pushed just a little like this, I would be helplessly pushed back, and then our position would change into quite an indecent pose.

As I just blinked and stared up at Jeon, he tilted his head slightly.

“Or should I use my own judgment?”

It was even a plain question.

I, who had been staring at Jeon with my mouth open, climbed onto the bed with as calm a face as possible.

When I slipped under the covers and lay down with only my head poking out, Jeon, who had been staring, let out a deflated laugh.

“Lady Anelli seems so experienced, yet is strangely cute at times.”

And Jeon, who said that, was usually so naive yet occasionally surprisingly shameless.

‘Maybe it’s a lie that I’m his first love.’

With a sulky expression, I spoke as indifferently as possible.

“If we delay unnecessarily, you’ll be tired too.”

“Staying up one night won’t cause any big problems. Well, Lady Anelli might be tired though.”

“What? Why would I…”

I, who was about to ask without thinking, soon closed my lips. Jeon giggled as if he knew this would happen and sat down beside me with a much more relaxed face.

“Is this nightmare similar to the previous ones?”

“…No.”

I pulled the blanket up to under my chin. The sensation of being buried deep in the soft blanket wasn’t bad.

Of course, that wasn’t everything. Jeon’s gaze looking down at me from close by calmed my anxious feelings.

It was ridiculously absurd. To be so startled by just that kind of illusion. To be so cowered by such a ridiculous dream of being left alone in a world where everything had disappeared.

It was embarrassing to explain everything in detail to Jeon.

“Lusarca’s final attack was the problem, right?”

Surprisingly, Jeon hit the nail on the head in one go.

When I unknowingly widened my eyes, he clicked his tongue softly as if he knew this would happen.

“How did you know?”

“Your expression looked bad. What kind of dream was it that made you like that? Did Lusarca transform into that trash human and spout nonsense again?”

“…Maxel didn’t appear.”

He seemed to naturally expect it would be about Maxel. Jeon raised his eyebrows as if surprised.

I stared at Jeon’s face and said bluntly.

“This time it was imitating you.”

“Imitating me?”

“It put a sword in my hand and told me to stab itself.”

To be precise, it had induced a situation where I had to stab.

I traced my memory and sporadically uttered Lusarca’s words.

“It said I had allowed the destruction of all life forms. Oh, it also called me a monster. And said I would become lonely and sick.”

The more I spoke matter-of-factly, the more Jeon’s expression changed moment by moment. The face that was puzzled at first later changed to shock.

“That crazy monster, using whose face to say such things…! So did you kill it?”

His voice was full of trembling as much as his violently shaking pupils.

I answered with an indifferent face.

“I didn’t stab it.”

Jeon closed his lips with a subtle expression. After being silent for a moment, he asked in a much lower tone.

“…But it was a situation where you had to stab, wasn’t it?”

“Right. Because the Lusarca imitating you had eaten what I wanted. I had to cut open its belly with the sword.”

Jeon’s face turned pale. He must have imagined exactly the situation I had just described in his head.

I looked at Jeon’s expression and giggled softly.

“But if I killed that thing resembling you, I would…”

If I killed the Lusarca that was imitating Jeon, I felt like I would be left alone in that desolate wasteland.

「You will eventually be alone, abandoned by everyone and become lonely and sick.」

Lusarca’s whisper full of malice came to mind.

That was what Lilia had said to me.

The words I heard from Lilia before being dragged to prison. The situation I was in when I climbed the execution platform. The dream was utterly absurd yet subtly realistic.

The nightmare Lusarca showed me was an ending I had already experienced once.

I seemed to still fear those things I thought had all passed.

“In the dream, the Dura’han left me, and the only thing remaining by my side was that one Lusarca imitating you.”

I drawled my words while rubbing my cheek against the blanket.

Was it because the blanket was soft? Or because my whole body was warmly wrapped?

Or was it because of Jeon, who was showing very interesting reactions while not taking his eyes off me?

My body, which had been stiff with tension, felt drowsily relaxed, and my sharply raised nerves also felt loose.

“The dream I had from Lusarca’s final attack was the process of becoming so utterly alone in a destroyed world.”

When I explained in a whisper-like small voice, Jeon narrowed his brow.

“We did well to wipe out Lusarca’s seed.”

“Yeah.”

“Rare monster or whatever, they’re things that should just be made extinct.”

Jeon calmly reached out his hand. He naturally brushed away my disheveled hair.

When the hair that had been clumsily blocking my vision disappeared, Jeon’s face became much clearer.

“So how did you wake up in the end? You said you didn’t cut open the belly.”

I knew that what was in front of me was Lusarca imitating Jeon’s appearance, and I knew that even if I killed it right away, I wouldn’t be left utterly alone.

Nevertheless, I couldn’t put strength into the hand holding the sword. At first, it was really overwhelming.

Rather than wandering without knowing it was a dream, not being able to muster the courage to wake up even while knowing it was a dream was so frightening.

“You don’t necessarily have to cut open the belly to take out what’s inside.”

Puzzlement flashed in Jeon’s eyes. I slightly narrowed my eyes and smiled at him.

“Because you can make it vomit everything out.”

“How…”

Jeon couldn’t continue his words. It was because I had reached my finger toward his moving lips.

Jeon was bending his upper body toward me to listen to my words. So I could reach out and touch his face.

After tracing the wrinkles of his lips caught on my fingertips, I dug a little deeper inside.

“Here, like this, putting fingers in. I made it vomit forcibly.”

I felt the moist and damp inside of his lips. Since Jeon was slightly parting his lips, it wasn’t difficult to caress the smooth inner flesh.

Jeon, who had been obediently offering his lips, began to show movement when my fingertips bumped against his hard lower teeth.

His lips opened wider, then lightly bit my finger. The finger that had been fidgeting outside was sucked in by two joints.

My shoulders trembled involuntarily at the sensation brushing between my defenseless fingers.

I eventually couldn’t stand the ticklish feeling and quickly pulled out my hand. However, I couldn’t get far from Jeon’s lips before my hand was caught by him.

“…To be so fearless.”

Jeon, who had lightly moistened his lower lip with his tongue, narrowed his eyes and sighed. He didn’t seem to have any intention of letting go of my hand.

In fact, it was too obvious to me. For someone pretending to be relaxed with his voice, Jeon’s gaze had become quite intense.

“Should I be afraid of you?”

“Of course not. But I’m a little scared.”

“Of me?”

“Yes.”

Jeon lightly kissed my hand that he had been holding firmly. His lips pressed and nibbled at my fingers, the back of my hand, and my palm as they pleased.

A tickling sensation traveled up my arm and spread throughout my entire body.

When I unconsciously let out a small laugh, Jeon mischievously bit the tip of my thumb.

“I’m even afraid of myself.”

His low voice sounded like a confession. He let my hand slip away and this time grasped my wrist.

He pressed his thumb against the inside of my wrist where my pulse was beating, then his lips touched that spot.

His tongue tip grazed the area as if tasting my skin, leaving a moist trace. When it touched the air, only that part felt distinctly sensitive.

I exhaled a trembling breath and said.

“Your breathing sounds like it would help with sleep.”

At those words, Jeon, who had been burying his lips against the inside of my arm, laughed low. Then he suddenly leaned in.

“Then I suppose I can let you hear more.”

A large hand that slipped through my hair gently supported my cheek and ear.

Our parted lips met. As if all his leisurely and slow demeanor from before had been a disguise, his movements felt somewhat urgent.

Every time our rubbing lips shifted, shallow moans of unknown origin could be heard. Those rumbling sounds heightened my mood and stirred my heartbeat.

I was pressed so strongly that I worried I might truly be devoured. Only when my lips became numb beyond feeling did I finally have a moment to catch my breath.

Of course, being apart didn’t mean we were completely distant.

At a distance close enough to touch again at any moment, Jeon with his flushed face made a pained sound.

“Lady Anelli is difficult.”

What he managed to say in that husky voice was strangely a complaint mixed with dissatisfaction.

I looked at his trembling eyelids so close to me and raised my arm.

When I swept back his disheveled red hair, his smooth forehead and eyebrows hidden beneath the wavy strands briefly appeared before disappearing again.

The room that had been cool was now hot. Or perhaps my body temperature had risen too much.

My rapidly beating heart wouldn’t calm down at all. To a degree where I could no longer ignore it.

Ah, I had become weak again.

Even after experiencing the foolish and pathetic Anelli Roam, I was doing it again.

“Emotions will become a weakness, and might return as a dagger at the crucial moment.”

Jeon furrowed his brow. When I gently rubbed it with my thumb, Jeon immediately relaxed and obediently showed a soft expression.

I laughed helplessly. Pretending to be docile, this man was seducing me.

“But that’s not bad.”

Maybe it might even be good.

I couldn’t voice that last thought.

Because the urgently meeting lips quickly made me breathless.

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