Chapter 165
Would you rather stay naked or wear this?
If asked that, she would undoubtedly clutch at this scrap of fabric.
Isn’t it reassuring to hold onto even a wooden shield with no defensive power at all?
Before long, Siren sat alone in the large bedroom, waiting for her husband.
She gazed at the wine Pamilla had left behind, saying she could have it if needed, and after hesitating for a moment, she picked up the glass without much delay.
Honestly, she needed it right now. Alcohol.
Even the sound of the liquid sliding down her throat seemed oddly sensual—perhaps because her body was warm. Maybe it was because her mind was in disarray.
As soon as she emptied one glass, a heat spread through her.
Finally, she felt something akin to confidence and, for no particular reason, busied herself as she poured another glass of wine.
When her husband came in, she would suggest drinking together.
That was the plan… but five minutes passed, then ten. No matter how long she waited, there was no sign of him.
Fidgeting with her toes, Siren slowly lifted the wine glass.
‘It’s because Yasamin is taking too long. That’s right.’
Blaming him as she took a sip, she suddenly realized—huh? Where did it go?
The wine that had once filled the glass was gone.
‘Did I… drink it all?’
Blinking in surprise, Siren’s eyes darted around.
Strangely, she didn’t feel drunk yet. So that meant she could drink more… right?
She was just feeling a little warm—her mind was still clear!
Completely unaware that this was the delusion of someone already intoxicated, Siren took another swig.
Excitement and fear blended together, numbing her reason.
She had already been quite frightened since earlier in the day, when she had touched that.
‘How did… that fit inside me? I’m so small. What if I tear? B-but I’ve done this before.’
Whether or not he had any idea about the thoughts running through her head, an hour passed, and Yasamin still hadn’t shown up.
By then, Siren—who had slowly begun to relax—finished every last drop and collapsed onto the bed.
‘Dizzy….’
Suddenly, her breathing grew heavy. Was it supposed to feel like this?
She had felt fine while sitting earlier, so why now…?
Tossing and turning in distress, she let out a ragged breath, and a single tear rolled down her cheek.
“…Oh, for heaven’s sake.”
And that was the exact moment Yasamin finally entered the room.
Just as Siren was caught between neither sleep nor unconsciousness, merely suffering.
Clicking his tongue, Yasamin took in the sight of his wife, her eyes completely unfocused.
“I was only gone for a bit to take care of something urgent… and you couldn’t wait, so you drank all of it?”
“Uuuuh….”
“This is driving me crazy.”
“Yasamiiin….”
The fragrance of wine—floral, earthy, and sweet—wafted toward him.
Yasamin let out a short laugh as he embraced Siren, who reached her arms toward him.
‘This is the first time I’ve seen her like this.’
It was absurd yet amusing, and he couldn’t help but wonder—if not today, when would he ever see such a sight again?
Ultimately, he didn’t dislike it. He was just bewildered.
She couldn’t even handle alcohol well, yet she downed an entire bottle?
“Why are you… only coming now…. I waaaited for you….”
“I apologize. There was a village suffering from a water shortage, so I had to take care of it.”
“Wa…ter… is gone…?”
“There should have been heavy rain, but since you lost your memory, it seems… I’m not blaming you. Jin and I can handle it ourselves, as we are now.”
So what if a few more humans died?
With the number of people recovering from the infection increasing, the South was now facing a new problem.
The surge in population meant that food and water were once again in short supply.
Of course, distributing what Wilkeron sent would prevent them from starving to death, but—ah, whatever. Enough of these headaches.
“Water… Ehehe. Heavy rain… Rain, come…!”
“You should get some rest, Madam.”
“Yasamiiin… If heavy rain falls… will everyone be happy…?”
“Well, I suppose they would.”
What a drunken mess of a wife.
Siren’s body was so warm, and at the same time, completely limp.
He wanted to pounce on her like this, but the Siren before him was no longer Aquafuran.
She was a fragile being—one he had to restrain himself for, one he had to consider.
“Then… if it rains, will you be… happy too, dear…? Ehehe.”
Wait—what did she just say?
The moment he resolved to endure, she threw out a line that made it impossible to do so.
Snapping his head toward her, he took in the sight of the woman before him—her hazy eyes, her silly, drowsy smile filling his vision.
“……Haaah. Yes, I suppose… I will.”
F**k.
The curse slipped out on its own.
He was so hard it was downright painful.
Dear? Of all times, why would she use such an adorable term now?
When she had no intention of taking responsibility for it.
“You really are….”
Clenching his teeth, Yasamin murmured under his breath before tightly shutting his eyes and pulling Siren away.
If he stayed too close any longer, he had no idea what he might do.
He might even make her cry.
And he didn’t want that.
If she were still Aquafuran, she could take a bit of rough play—it wouldn’t have mattered. No matter what he did, he was under her. Nothing more than her toy, her pet.
But not with the Siren before him.
She didn’t even realize there was a leash in his hands.
And then—
Rumble, crash!
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