The Forgotten Field - Chapter 98

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Chapter 98
A chill ran down my spine.
I lowered my gaze, struggling to conceal my flustered state. I couldn’t even understand why I’d said such a thing.
My heart hammered violently as though it might explode at any moment. The thought that he might hear its thunderous beating sent shivers across my entire body.
Talia, caught in a panic, began to spill out whatever words came to mind.
“Isn’t it dreadful just to think about? That’s why you should stop forcing that wretched medicine on me. I’m telling you I hate it that much, that much….”
The words I’d blurted out to deflect only seemed to expose my true feelings, and heat crept up to my ears. I moistened my parched lips with my tongue.
I sensed Barcas approaching the side of the bed, though he’d been standing motionless moments before. Yet I couldn’t bring myself to lift my head.
Surely he wore an expression of utter exasperation. Just hours ago, I’d been raving like a woman possessed by demons, and now I was spouting nonsense—he must be thoroughly fed up. Perhaps his lips even curved in a cold smirk.
I rambled on as though fleeing from something.
“Do you know how vicious that medicine is? After taking it, my insides ache. But since you keep forcing it on me, I was trying to say you should stop….”
“Talia.”
At the sound of his voice reverberating just above my forehead, I fell silent.
As I stiffly lifted my head, eyes like a winter lake at dawn filled my vision.
The man, regarding me as though I were an unsolvable puzzle, spoke in a hushed voice.
“I’ll feed it to you, so come here.”
I blinked blankly.
I couldn’t fully comprehend what I’d just heard.
With confused eyes, I looked down at the medicine bottle in his hand, then shifted my gaze to his smooth-looking lips.
A strange thirst suddenly arose within me.
I turned my gaze away, biting at my rough lips.
“I was just….”
It was just something I said—why are you taking it so seriously? Just as I was about to ramble on with excuses, he uncapped the medicine bottle.
I lifted my head with a start.
His transparent eyes, utterly inscrutable, fixed upon me as though confirming my intent. They seemed to see straight through me, yet gazed upon nothing at all.
With those gemstone eyes locked on me, he brought the bottle to his lips.
My heart seized with a sharp spasm.
If I told him to stop now, I could at least preserve some shred of dignity.
Hadn’t I always fought desperately not to lose even that?
Without it, I would be truly nothing.
‘But….’
I looked up at him with trembling eyes.
The memory of the night his lips had touched mine surfaced in my mind. If I surrendered a handful of pride, perhaps I could relive that night….
I closed my eyes tightly.
Then a large hand with prominent knuckles cradled the nape of my neck.
The scent of water and mint, along with that wind-like fragrance that had always unsettled me, brushed against my nostrils. Soon, a mucous membrane saturated with the deep scent of wild herbs covered my lips.
Once, those lips had only spoken words sharp enough to pierce my heart. When I was younger, I’d even thought touching them might feel like being cut by a blade. Those cruel lips were now shaking every sense within me.
Without thinking, I gripped his shirt tightly.
He tilted my head back and pressed his lips down harder. As I’d been holding my body rigid, I couldn’t resist the pressure against my cheek and parted my lips. The concentrated essence of herbs flowed across my tongue.
Even as I frowned at the bitter taste that seemed to burn my mouth, a soft tongue pushed past my membranes.
Startled by the deep penetration that felt like it would pierce her throat, I pushed against his chest, and the slick mass retreated slightly. But there was no time to feel relief before the sensitive mucous membrane inside my cheek was crushed.
Unaccustomed to such stimulation, Talia’s neck shrank back. The moist mass changed direction, rubbing against the roof of her mouth before her tongue became entangled in a sticky embrace. Saliva pooled heavily in her mouth.
Bitter liquid mixed with both their saliva spilled from the corners of her lips. Before shame could even register, the sharply pointed tip of his tongue pierced deeper once more.
Her throat tightened involuntarily, drawing him in. The instinctive reflex to swallow transformed into something obscenely lewd in that moment.
She let out a strange moan she never imagined could come from her own lips, trembling. The wet, squelching sounds felt as though they were soaking into her eardrums.
As the movements grew increasingly intense, Talia couldn’t bear it any longer and pounded her fists against his iron-like shoulders.
Finally, his lips parted. Transparent saliva stretched between them like a thread.
I gazed at it with trembling eyes before hesitantly lifting my gaze. Then I saw his composed face, as if observing my reaction.
Suddenly, a thick confusion washed over me.
Could it be that everything that just happened was nothing but my fantasy? Frozen by an expression so serene it invited such doubt, Barcas picked up the medicine bottle and shook it lightly.
“There’s still medicine left.”
His low voice, tinged with a faint metallic ring, stimulated my eardrums.
Talia’s eyes widened before she hastily looked down. A strong pulse throbbed at her temples. He leaned close to her ear and demanded another piece of her pride.
“What should we do about this.”
Talia bit at her stinging lips as she gazed down at the flickering shadows cast by the firelight.
After struggling in suffocating silence for a while, I finally nodded. But he showed no reaction.
After hesitating for a moment, Talia forced her voice out from her tightly constricted throat.
“…Feed it to me.”
In an instant, her head tilted backward.
Immediately, a thick liquid seeped into her mouth. As she swallowed it down, an unpleasant heat flowed down her esophagus.
But the sharp bitterness was quickly washed away by the sticky saliva.
Talia gripped his shirt as she exhaled ragged breaths.
The hot mass moved ceaselessly through the narrow space. Pushed back by his forceful pressure, her back gradually touched the bed sheets.
Talia looked up at him with a frightened expression. She wanted to sit up, but she couldn’t escape from him for even a moment.
Barcas, supporting himself on one hand against the bed, continued to draw her lips in.
From his face shrouded in deep shadow, only his eyes shone with a cold light. It felt as though I were submerging myself in an icy flame. All my senses melted away, yet my heart trembled with anxiety.
“Open your mouth wider.”
His moisture-laden voice wet the corners of her lips.
Talia, looking up at him with trembling eyes, slowly opened her jaw wider.
The hot mass immediately scraped across her tongue and invaded near her throat. Then, as if savoring the sensation of her sucking him in with choking sounds, he lingered for a while before slowly withdrawing.
The repeated act left my mind reeling.
When I twisted my head to the side to draw in depleted air, he seized my hair. His long fingers wound through my locks and pulled with a force that didn’t quite hurt. Even that felt disturbingly obscene.
“Barcas….”
A pleading tone mixed with her ragged breathing.
I didn’t even know what I was begging for. As I looked up with wet eyes, his slightly contorted gaze came into view. His rough palm swept across my sweat-dampened nape.
Suddenly, a terrible curiosity arose.
Had he touched someone else this way before?
The image of him kissing Aila flashed through my mind.
He must have laid her on a bed too, sucked her lips the same way.
Just as she complied with his demands without complaint, he must have silently complied with hers as well.
Because to him, such actions would mean absolutely nothing.
What felt like a world-shattering event to her would be utterly trivial to him.
“…Why are you crying?”
He released her lips and asked in a heavy, subdued voice.
A calloused thumb brushed beneath her eyes. Talia concealed her gaze beneath her lashes.
“…I’m exhausted. I want to sleep now.”
Barcas, whose brow had furrowed, slowly rose to his feet. His composure was so detached it was hard to believe this was the same man who had been greedily exploring another’s mouth moments before.
He walked to the window and pushed it open. Cool, moisture-laden air swept through the chamber, dispelling the accumulated heat.
Talia gazed at his silhouette shrouded in darkness for a moment, then turned away and closed her eyes.
My mind grew increasingly hazy.
When I opened my eyes tomorrow, would I dismiss today as merely a dream?
Lost in such idle thoughts, I soon drifted into unconsciousness.
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“I’ve ensured absolute silence, so last night’s unfortunate incident won’t spread.”
Barcas, who had been patting Torque as he roughly groomed himself, turned his gaze toward the Lord of Dorcaen.
The man stretched his lips into a grin and spoke carelessly.
“Still, you’ve certainly acquired a remarkable lady. Where does such an angelic appearance hide such a formidable temperament….”
“Uzan Darken.”
The man fell silent, having caught the warning in his voice.
Barcas added flatly.
“You’d do well to silence yourself first.”

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