Hayer sighed once more as Iris blinked at him helplessly.
When he looked up and their eyes met, Iris couldn’t win this time and let out a small sigh. Then she lowered her head to kiss him.
She knew Hayer was like a sly fox, but she didn’t know that his personality would be maintained even in this situation.
Hayer really seemed like he wouldn’t move a step unless she kissed him. Of course, if Iris said something, he would immediately apologize, but she didn’t want to.
Even though Iris approached to kiss him, she didn’t kiss right away, so Hayer said with a constrained look on his face.
“It’s my first time getting a kiss from you, so I’m looking forward to it.”
“…I can’t do it anymore because you say that.”
“Why can’t you do it? You just have to kiss and fall back.”
“Really…”
Iris’s pale cheeks and neck turned pink with heat.
It would be easy as Hayer said, but she didn’t like Hayer’s expression, which seemed to be making fun of her. She asked with a sidelong scowl.
“Are you going to tease me after I do it?”
“Ah. That would never happen.”
“Never?”
“Yes, never.”
It wasn’t until Hayer gave a definite answer that Iris carefully brought her lips to his.
Iris, who gently pressed and fell back, furrowed her brows.
“You said you won’t tease me?”
“I didn’t say a word.”
“You’re making fun of me with your face.”
“I’ll let that slide and move on. How do you even manage facial expressions?”
Hayer pretended to grumble, but couldn’t hide the corners of his mouth twitching.
What was so funny.
Iris was very displeased and questioned Hayer, who moved on as promised.
“What on earth is so funny?”
“If I be honest, you’re going to hit me.”
“Yes. But tell me anyway.”
“Because your expression is seriously cute.”
“…Me?”
“Yes, Princess.”
“What on earth are you…”
“I fell in love with you because you were so cute…”
Hayer, who spoke casually, stopped. And while blinking at each other, Hayer’s face turned red this time.
He cleared his throat and continued.
“Anyway.”
“Anyway, I was cute…”
Iris was embarrassed by the words ‘I fell in love’ and said anything to make up for it, but belatedly covered her mouth with both hands.
Then Hayer closed his eyes and said.
“Please tell me I can laugh out loud this time.”
“I-I said it wrong. I didn’t mean it like that.”
“I’m sorry. You said the right thing, but you deny it because I laughed.”
“Hayer!”
“All right. Ah, by the way, cute people sleep a lot. As I see it.”
She tried not to give anything to make fun of, but they piled up like a mountain and were given away.
Iris covered her face with both hands and hid, pretending not to know that Hayer was shaking with laughter as he walked.
After a while, the two arrived in the bedroom. Hayer set her down on the sofa and took off Iris’s shoes, who had fallen down immediately. She was still not showing her blushing face.
Hayer said, coaxing her gently.
“I really won’t make fun of you this time. Promise.”
“…Lies.”
“Really. I really promise you.”
Iris sighed deeply at Hayer’s words, and with one hand still hiding her face, she stuck out her other hand’s pinky. Hayer, who almost laughed again because it was cute, clenched his teeth. Then, he hooked their pinky fingers together and said.
“There. Is that enough?”
“All right.”
“Are you going to sleep right away?”
“I’m going to wash up. I’ll lie down and rest for a while.”
“Let’s do that.”
Hayer said, putting her shoes neatly on one side. Then he took a change of slippers and put them under the sofa.
The sound of music continued to be heard outside the window. Iris, barely strong enough to sit on the sofa, raised her upper body. Then she turned her gaze to the window and said.
“The sacred tree is corrupted. People laugh and dance when they don’t know how the world will turn out.”
“They’re a typical Luwan. Having fun first.”
“Now we’re…”
Iris murmured involuntarily and then shut up. She didn’t want to break the atmosphere. Now, she just wanted to enjoy her sweet time with him.
While listening to the music like that, Hayer said as Iris put on her slippers.
“Should I call the servants?”
“……”
Since she was silent, Hayer tilted his head and studied Iris’s expression.
After reading her face for a while, Hayer asked.
“Should we wash up together?”
To his question, Iris neither denied nor affirmed. The same was true when Hayer moved closer to her after he rang the bell to ask for a bath to be ready.
Hayer first loosened her necklace carefully. The orange opal he gave her hung from his hands.
Iris said.
“This, I’ll give it back.”
“I don’t want you to.”
Hayer replied in a mischievous tone, and put the necklace he had loosened into the drawer. Then, as he painstakingly untied the ribbon on her dress, Iris said.
“Isn’t it troublesome?”
“It’s fun. Very.”
Hayer replied, untying the ribbon and the large, double-layered skirt that was attached to it.
After a while, Hayer moved to the connected room with Iris at the news that the bathtub was ready. Hayer took her hand after reaching into the warm water. Iris relied on his hand to enter the bathtub.
Iris, who was warmed up at a pleasant temperature, looked at Hayer.
“But how do we wash up together?”
“I can go in the bathtub too.”
“How do two people get in here? You’re big as well.”
“You come up on top of me.”
“Um, I don’t think I can…”
“If you’re in doubt, let’s try it.”
Hayer said, and stopped for a moment while trying to take off his shirt. Then he turned to Iris and said.
“Iris. Let me tell you something in advance—I’m a bit hurt. While removing the roots of the sacred tree.”
“…A lot?”
“It’s not a lot, and I’m treating it with herbs, but you’ll feel pity. I like that kind of thing.”
He said and took off his shirt. Then Iris covered her mouth with both hands at the wounds all over his body. She now understood why Hayer arrived late at the wedding.
Hayer asked leisurely, bending down towards the startled Iris.
“Do you feel pity?”
Iris nodded, and Hayer kissed the tip of her nose and her lips and said.
“Then will you let me forget about the pain?”
In response to his question, Iris hesitantly nodded again.
As soon as she allowed him, he came straight into the bathtub without hesitation, and as expected, his body alone was cramped. It was unusual even though it was a big bathtub.
Hayer casually pulled Iris over and placed her on his thigh. Iris was flustered and tried to keep her distance from him, but Hayer hugged her tightly until their stomachs and chests touched.
Because of this posture, Iris, whose mind went blank for a moment, asked.
“Aren’t you embarrassed?”
“Do you feel embarrassed now?”
“I can only feel embarrassed.”
“That’s good.”
Hayer said and tilted his head back. A tendon was popping out of his arm as he gripped the bathtub.
Iris said.
“It breaks if you squeeze hard.”
“Well… ah, the bathtub. All right.”
Hayer, who was trying to be unfair because he thought she was telling him not to squeeze her body tightly, immediately relaxed.
His wounds caught her eye again, and Iris slowly shook off her shame as she caressed it carefully, but Hayer’s pain did not seem to be so easily shaken off. He was unparalleled in strength.
Hayer looked up at the ceiling and tried to calm down. Then, he looked at Iris with a difficult smile.
Iris knew he hadn’t quelled his sexual arousal at all, but pretended not to know because of his effort.
Hayer drenched her hair little by little. But not long after, he began kissing her, holding her neck in one hand and supporting the back of her head with the other.
The scent of the fragrance sprayed in the bathtub gently enveloped the two. It was a faint fragrance.
Hayer parted his lips and gently wrapped Iris’s waist in his hands. The curve in his hands made it unbearable for him even for a moment.
Her body in the water turned pink again from shame and heat.
Iris closed her eyes tightly every time Hayer’s lips touched her, and occasionally made a crying sound. It scissored Hayer’s self-control.
Iris, who hugged his neck, spoke into Hayer’s ear.
“Slowly, slowly…”
Her pleas were of no help. In an attempt to regain his reason, he tried to think of a way to lower his libido.
But it was all a failure. Even though he thought of the high possibility of parting with her.
Wouldn’t it be okay if they didn’t part ways?
Hayer was thinking of that at the moment he was seized with desire. He thought that it would be okay if he just hugged her and didn’t let go.
No matter what happened to Luwan and Siere, nothing mattered compared to being with her. That kind of feeling, a strong desire not to let go of her, was rather breaking his self-control even more.
He was such a twisted bastard.
Hayer was surprised at himself. No, rather than being twisted, he only realized today that he had a certain persistent aspect, exactly like a madman, when it came to Iris Lepos.
He memorized and familiarized himself with every inch of her body with his hands, eyes, and nose. Each and every one of her reactions was remembered.
He couldn’t miss a single one.
He didn’t want to miss a single moment.
He heard the sound of Iris crying in his ear. All the while, Hayer couldn’t get away from that thought because she was hugging his neck tightly.
He couldn’t let her go.
Maybe even if the moment to let go came.
afterword
SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP HE DOESN’T WANT TO LET GO OF HER AT ALL HE’S GETTING ATTACHED (obsessed) OMGGGG
Hayer sighed once more as Iris blinked at him helplessly.
When he looked up and their eyes met, Iris couldn’t win this time and let out a small sigh. Then she lowered her head to kiss him.
She knew Hayer was like a sly fox, but she didn’t know that his personality would be maintained even in this situation.
Hayer really seemed like he wouldn’t move a step unless she kissed him. Of course, if Iris said something, he would immediately apologize, but she didn’t want to.
Even though Iris approached to kiss him, she didn’t kiss right away, so Hayer said with a constrained look on his face.
“It’s my first time getting a kiss from you, so I’m looking forward to it.”
“…I can’t do it anymore because you say that.”
“Why can’t you do it? You just have to kiss and fall back.”
“Really…”
Iris’s pale cheeks and neck turned pink with heat.
It would be easy as Hayer said, but she didn’t like Hayer’s expression, which seemed to be making fun of her. She asked with a sidelong scowl.
“Are you going to tease me after I do it?”
“Ah. That would never happen.”
“Never?”
“Yes, never.”
It wasn’t until Hayer gave a definite answer that Iris carefully brought her lips to his.
Iris, who gently pressed and fell back, furrowed her brows.
“You said you won’t tease me?”
“I didn’t say a word.”
“You’re making fun of me with your face.”
“I’ll let that slide and move on. How do you even manage facial expressions?”
Hayer pretended to grumble, but couldn’t hide the corners of his mouth twitching.
What was so funny.
Iris was very displeased and questioned Hayer, who moved on as promised.
“What on earth is so funny?”
“If I be honest, you’re going to hit me.”
“Yes. But tell me anyway.”
“Because your expression is seriously cute.”
“…Me?”
“Yes, Princess.”
“What on earth are you…”
“I fell in love with you because you were so cute…”
Hayer, who spoke casually, stopped. And while blinking at each other, Hayer’s face turned red this time.
He cleared his throat and continued.
“Anyway.”
“Anyway, I was cute…”
Iris was embarrassed by the words ‘I fell in love’ and said anything to make up for it, but belatedly covered her mouth with both hands.
Then Hayer closed his eyes and said.
“Please tell me I can laugh out loud this time.”
“I-I said it wrong. I didn’t mean it like that.”
“I’m sorry. You said the right thing, but you deny it because I laughed.”
“Hayer!”
“All right. Ah, by the way, cute people sleep a lot. As I see it.”
She tried not to give anything to make fun of, but they piled up like a mountain and were given away.
Iris covered her face with both hands and hid, pretending not to know that Hayer was shaking with laughter as he walked.
After a while, the two arrived in the bedroom. Hayer set her down on the sofa and took off Iris’s shoes, who had fallen down immediately. She was still not showing her blushing face.
Hayer said, coaxing her gently.
“I really won’t make fun of you this time. Promise.”
“…Lies.”
“Really. I really promise you.”
Iris sighed deeply at Hayer’s words, and with one hand still hiding her face, she stuck out her other hand’s pinky. Hayer, who almost laughed again because it was cute, clenched his teeth. Then, he hooked their pinky fingers together and said.
“There. Is that enough?”
“All right.”
“Are you going to sleep right away?”
“I’m going to wash up. I’ll lie down and rest for a while.”
“Let’s do that.”
Hayer said, putting her shoes neatly on one side. Then he took a change of slippers and put them under the sofa.
The sound of music continued to be heard outside the window. Iris, barely strong enough to sit on the sofa, raised her upper body. Then she turned her gaze to the window and said.
“The sacred tree is corrupted. People laugh and dance when they don’t know how the world will turn out.”
“They’re a typical Luwan. Having fun first.”
“Now we’re…”
Iris murmured involuntarily and then shut up. She didn’t want to break the atmosphere. Now, she just wanted to enjoy her sweet time with him.
While listening to the music like that, Hayer said as Iris put on her slippers.
“Should I call the servants?”
“……”
Since she was silent, Hayer tilted his head and studied Iris’s expression.
After reading her face for a while, Hayer asked.
“Should we wash up together?”
To his question, Iris neither denied nor affirmed. The same was true when Hayer moved closer to her after he rang the bell to ask for a bath to be ready.
Hayer first loosened her necklace carefully. The orange opal he gave her hung from his hands.
Iris said.
“This, I’ll give it back.”
“I don’t want you to.”
Hayer replied in a mischievous tone, and put the necklace he had loosened into the drawer. Then, as he painstakingly untied the ribbon on her dress, Iris said.
“Isn’t it troublesome?”
“It’s fun. Very.”
Hayer replied, untying the ribbon and the large, double-layered skirt that was attached to it.
After a while, Hayer moved to the connected room with Iris at the news that the bathtub was ready. Hayer took her hand after reaching into the warm water. Iris relied on his hand to enter the bathtub.
Iris, who was warmed up at a pleasant temperature, looked at Hayer.
“But how do we wash up together?”
“I can go in the bathtub too.”
“How do two people get in here? You’re big as well.”
“You come up on top of me.”
“Um, I don’t think I can…”
“If you’re in doubt, let’s try it.”
Hayer said, and stopped for a moment while trying to take off his shirt. Then he turned to Iris and said.
“Iris. Let me tell you something in advance—I’m a bit hurt. While removing the roots of the sacred tree.”
“…A lot?”
“It’s not a lot, and I’m treating it with herbs, but you’ll feel pity. I like that kind of thing.”
He said and took off his shirt. Then Iris covered her mouth with both hands at the wounds all over his body. She now understood why Hayer arrived late at the wedding.
Hayer asked leisurely, bending down towards the startled Iris.
“Do you feel pity?”
Iris nodded, and Hayer kissed the tip of her nose and her lips and said.
“Then will you let me forget about the pain?”
In response to his question, Iris hesitantly nodded again.
As soon as she allowed him, he came straight into the bathtub without hesitation, and as expected, his body alone was cramped. It was unusual even though it was a big bathtub.
Hayer casually pulled Iris over and placed her on his thigh. Iris was flustered and tried to keep her distance from him, but Hayer hugged her tightly until their stomachs and chests touched.
Because of this posture, Iris, whose mind went blank for a moment, asked.
“Aren’t you embarrassed?”
“Do you feel embarrassed now?”
“I can only feel embarrassed.”
“That’s good.”
Hayer said and tilted his head back. A tendon was popping out of his arm as he gripped the bathtub.
Iris said.
“It breaks if you squeeze hard.”
“Well… ah, the bathtub. All right.”
Hayer, who was trying to be unfair because he thought she was telling him not to squeeze her body tightly, immediately relaxed.
His wounds caught her eye again, and Iris slowly shook off her shame as she caressed it carefully, but Hayer’s pain did not seem to be so easily shaken off. He was unparalleled in strength.
Hayer looked up at the ceiling and tried to calm down. Then, he looked at Iris with a difficult smile.
Iris knew he hadn’t quelled his sexual arousal at all, but pretended not to know because of his effort.
Hayer drenched her hair little by little. But not long after, he began kissing her, holding her neck in one hand and supporting the back of her head with the other.
The scent of the fragrance sprayed in the bathtub gently enveloped the two. It was a faint fragrance.
Hayer parted his lips and gently wrapped Iris’s waist in his hands. The curve in his hands made it unbearable for him even for a moment.
Her body in the water turned pink again from shame and heat.
Iris closed her eyes tightly every time Hayer’s lips touched her, and occasionally made a crying sound. It scissored Hayer’s self-control.
Iris, who hugged his neck, spoke into Hayer’s ear.
“Slowly, slowly…”
Her pleas were of no help. In an attempt to regain his reason, he tried to think of a way to lower his libido.
But it was all a failure. Even though he thought of the high possibility of parting with her.
Wouldn’t it be okay if they didn’t part ways?
Hayer was thinking of that at the moment he was seized with desire. He thought that it would be okay if he just hugged her and didn’t let go.
No matter what happened to Luwan and Siere, nothing mattered compared to being with her. That kind of feeling, a strong desire not to let go of her, was rather breaking his self-control even more.
He was such a twisted bastard.
Hayer was surprised at himself. No, rather than being twisted, he only realized today that he had a certain persistent aspect, exactly like a madman, when it came to Iris Lepos.
He memorized and familiarized himself with every inch of her body with his hands, eyes, and nose. Each and every one of her reactions was remembered.
He couldn’t miss a single one.
He didn’t want to miss a single moment.
He heard the sound of Iris crying in his ear. All the while, Hayer couldn’t get away from that thought because she was hugging his neck tightly.
He couldn’t let her go.
Maybe even if the moment to let go came.
afterword
SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP HE DOESN’T WANT TO LET GO OF HER AT ALL HE’S GETTING ATTACHED (obsessed) OMGGGG
