The Mansion Awaits Spring - Chapter 49

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Episode 49
“Anyone who hears this would think I’m touching something strange. I’m touching your cheek, your cheek. You know, your cheek is quite soft too.”
“You touched my chest.”
“That was an accident while I was looking for your cheek.”
“Wow, you accidentally found your cheek down at chest level?”
“Your cheek was higher than I expected, so I miscalculated the height.”
“Does that even happen to people? It shouldn’t.”
In the darkness, the two of them had become, to put it bluntly, explicit, or to put it kindly, daring.
Though they continued bickering, Pejin’s arm remained wrapped around April’s waist, keeping her within the radius where he could feel her warmth, and April made no effort to escape from that embrace.
The two went on quarreling in the darkness until Pejin could endure it no longer and opened the door, and their time together ended.
The sun had already risen high enough for them to see each other’s faces clearly.
Only after stepping outside did April truly understand how much restraint Pejin had exercised in that darkness.
Pejin muttered to himself as if making a vow.
“I’m on my brother’s side. You were right. I never haven’t been.”
“I know.”
“I’m not on your side.”
April, who had been watching him mutter to himself like that, let out a laugh as if exasperated, then spoke.
“I don’t like you. And yet desire still rises.”
“Why are you saying what I should say? Besides, you don’t even look like you have any desire right now. Maybe you just want to anger your brother.”
“That’s true too.”
April nodded, then asked,
“But I at least have a reason. Why are you like this?”
“Mine is pure desire. Can’t you see?”
“How dare you use the word ‘pure’ there?”
“It’s perfectly appropriate. There’s no emotion in it whatsoever.”
“You hate me.”
“Besides that, there’s nothing.”
Having answered thus, Pejin pushed April away, but she only stepped closer instead.
Unable to blame April, Pejin mumbled quietly.
“Come on, kick me so I can come to my senses.”
“Thank you.”
“Not too hard though—”
The moment he heard her thanks, Pejin urgently made his plea, but April had already kicked his leg with all her strength.
Pejin crumpled to the ground, groaning in pain.
“Ugh, everything’s spinning.”
“Stop whining and get up.”
“Whining? You’re severely underestimating your own strength.”
Though Pejin complained, the truth was that the pain had jolted his senses awake.
April found his suffering amusing, turning away with a laugh.
Pejin muttered grumbles as he extended his arm to escort her.
April linked her arm through his and climbed the stairs with him.
At the entrance to the Second Floor where her room was, Pejin bid her farewell.
“Sleep well.”
“Why are you only walking me this far?”
“Well, you can walk the rest yourself, can’t you?”
“It’s a matter of courtesy.”
“I’ve been courteous enough.”
The gazes of the two kept drifting—naturally, inevitably—to where they wanted to look.
Mostly at each other’s faces, though they did pay interested attention to each other’s bodies. The heat between them showed no sign of cooling.
Finally, April spoke.
“Just… stay and sleep. In my room.”
“Can’t you see I’m holding back right now? Don’t provoke me.”
“Rather, we’re just taking what we need from each other. We can’t do this with anyone else anyway, no matter who we marry. The Deus Family would oppose it.”
“That’s true.”
“I could never bear to see my own child born out of wedlock. So I have no intention of bearing you an heir.”
“Of course not. If such a thing happened, the Lady Lunos would drag me into the grave.”
“Exactly.”
“We take only what we need from each other.”
“Only tonight. We probably only want this tonight, right?”
“That’s so true. By morning, I’ll regret it immediately and pretend it never happened for the rest of my life.”
“Right, we promise never to speak of this again.”
“I promise.”
The moment they finished saying this, the two bolted into April’s room without hesitation.
Pejin Deus had never, in all his life, doubted his willpower. It seemed that without this bewitching sorceress, he never would have.
April had started toward the curtains to close them against the rising sun, but before she could reach them, Pejin’s arm wrapped around her waist and dragged her straight to the bed.
Laid upon the bed, April’s eyes widened as she spoke.
“I need to close the curtains.”
“Why.”
“It’s too bright.”
“Your only redeeming quality is your face—why would you want it dark—”
At his overly candid remark, April’s expression hardened, and Pejin quickly corrected himself.
“I misspoke. My only redeeming quality is my face, not yours.”
“Hardly. Your face isn’t even my type—how could it be a strength?”
“Is that so? So you’ve developed desire for a man who isn’t even your type. I had no idea you had such peculiar tastes.”
“…Shut up.”
“You too.”
Though Pejin said this, his gaze had shifted to the chest that had held all his attention until moments ago, and he seemed too preoccupied to continue his teasing chatter.
April spoke.
“You’re the one staring at my chest, and you’re accusing me of looking for my cheek there?”
“Now that you mention it, you do have one more good quality. Congratulations.”
Having said this, Pejin received a slap from April, but since he’d known he deserved it, he paid it no mind and proceeded to savor her body with every sense at his disposal—eyes, hands, tongue, and the warmth of his skin against hers.
Pejin suddenly stopped. The moment he did, April’s crimson eyes opened and looked up at him.
The sight of April’s face, her nightgown fallen open, froze something in his mind.
Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating her face.
April had been wondering if Pejin’s mischief had crossed the line and was now torturing her. Then, when he paused and pressed his lips against the corner of her eye, she closed her eyes and pushed him away.
“Don’t do that.”
“Don’t do what?”
“Don’t make me feel good.”
“Why?”
He asked despite knowing the reason, and April didn’t answer.
Pejin ignored her words and kissed her cheek and neck again, trying to learn what she liked. The guilt of deceiving her made him relentless.
Then Pejin spoke.
“Wait.”
April’s eyes, half-wet with tears, opened to find Pejin’s brow furrowed.
“I hear a carriage.”
“A carriage? Why?”
This place saw no visitors.
April, thinking that outsiders would only appear for something unfortunate, quickly rose to her feet as well.
Pejin’s expression seemed to crumple too, though it could have been something else.
Even as he looked toward the window, his hand remained clasped around April’s, though he didn’t seem conscious of the gesture.
Pejin threw on a robe and, leaning his back against the wall, looked out the window and clicked his tongue.
“It’s the Grand Family carriage.”
“The Grand Family? Why would they come here?”
“The party ended, and when a carriage arrives at a household with only sons, there’s only one reason: a marriage proposal.”
“A marriage proposal?”
April’s eyes went wide, and she quickly fastened her robe and rose to her feet.
Pejin turned to look at her and swore softly.
The tousled hair, the flushed cheeks—it simply wouldn’t do—
The thought crossed his mind that this mustn’t be seen by anyone else, and then he realized: he too was someone else.

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