Chapter 164
They’re married, so she must have done all sorts of things with this man… so why is she so shy?
‘Of course. That was the me before I lost my memory, and the current me… hasn’t even shared the same bed yet.’
Yasamin was very considerate of her weakened condition.
He let her use the bedroom alone, saying he would be uncomfortable if he was there.
The reason it didn’t feel like neglect was that he came to take care of her every time like this.
‘I feel like I’m being treated very preciously. That’s probably why my heart is fluttering.’
Lowering her head, she held Yasamin’s hand tightly as they walked.
Feeling like she didn’t want to let go, she even held it with both hands, and this time he let out a genuine laugh.
Not a fake or dry laugh, but a moist feeling, like freshly baked pie, one might say.
‘I want to keep seeing this smile.’
I hope he smiles because of me.
Don’t cry, don’t give me a bitter smile. Can’t you just smile comfortably?
‘Of course, I’d have to regain my memory to do that.’
Having organized her thoughts to some extent, Siren looked at the grass tickling her ankles and slightly raised her head.
“Uh, Yasamin.”
This was the greatest courage she could muster.
What if he refused?
It wasn’t that she wasn’t afraid. But even so, she didn’t want to let go of the man who had always been kind to her.
“If you don’t mind… you see…”
“Yes.”
“Starting tonight, that is… um.”
Let’s sleep together.
Why was it so difficult to say just those words?
Her heart pounded unnecessarily, her body heat rising until she felt too warm.
Her tongue kept tangling—probably because she was the only one embarrassed while he remained perfectly composed.
Blaming Yasamin just for that, Siren tightly shut her eyes and blurted out,
“L-Let’s sleep together!”
Let’s sleep together. Let’s sleep together. Let’s sleep together.
Because it was something she had never said before, her voice came out strange.
It was at the moment when Siren, flustered by the words echoing as if they would never fade, nearly teared up.
“……!”
Yasamin pressed his forehead against her shoulder and trembled.
She worriedly looked at him, wondering if he was alright, but fortunately, he was simply laughing.
“Ah… This is driving me crazy.”
“……”
“You don’t even realize what you’re saying…”
That’s not true. I do.
Feeling wronged, Siren pouted.
Though, of course, she did it secretly.
“Will you take responsibility?”
“R-Responsibility?”
“Yes. Responsibility.”
The man looking down at her cast a shadow over his face.
The subtle atmosphere made her flinch, and she instinctively tried to step back.
But Yasamin roughly seized her wrist.
“This is the responsibility I mean.”
“Ah!”
His hand landed on her thigh.
The sensation was just… too explicit.
Siren stiffened in shock.
Of course, she had learned about male anatomy, but this was… Wasn’t it far too long? Far too hard?
And it wasn’t even fully e***t yet…!
But having brought up the topic first, she couldn’t back out now. That would make it seem like she disliked him.
“Then, please…”
She took a deep breath.
“I trust you will take proper responsibility.”
“…Ugh.”
“I… have high expectations. I’ve waited a long time, after all.”
What to do?
What was she supposed to do now?
It felt like something serious had just begun.
Even though it was over his clothes, Siren was at a loss as her hand traced the shape of his manhood.
Her head felt hot and dizzy, her legs weak.
When she finally pulled her hand away, she rubbed her flushed cheeks with the back of her hand and deliberately looked anywhere but at him as she walked.
‘I must have loved my husband.’
That was the only explanation for why her body reacted this way.
Born and raised as a cursed being in the depths of misfortune, she had found happiness here.
That was why she kept wanting to return everything she had received.
Now, she finally understood.
Siren clasped both hands to her chest and pressed down firmly.
The overwhelming happiness made her tremble.
Had she wished for time to pass quickly, or did she want it to slow down?
She wasn’t sure. But before she knew it, night had fallen.
In the dimly lit room, Siren had finished her bath and now stood in front of the mirror, feeling embarrassed by what she wore.
“It looks absolutely amazing on you!”
“…Really?”
“Yes! Master might even get a nosebleed!”
Pamilla had insisted that this was the traditional outfit for a wedding night, so she had put it on… but was that true?
It barely covered her chest, just enough to hide the tips. And the lower part… Well, she was wearing something, but it was so thin that a single tug from her husband would tear it apart in an instant.
What was the point of covering anything at all?
‘Ah, well, I suppose it’s better than being completely naked.’
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