Chapter 191
There are many types of ropes, including silk cords and literal ropes. Ropes that dig into the flesh create an eerie atmosphere, and the two of them would fully concentrate on the act of tying and being tied.
S*x doesn’t necessarily have to involve penetration.
The melting of minds and mixing with each other is also a type of s*x.
When she was tied with her arms behind her and then hung, Siren had an ecstatic expression.
That’s why he tied her with such care, to see that.
That gaze, slightly loosened and traveling between the present, past, and future, was deathly arousing to him.
It felt like floating in a dream world.
Only he exists in that secret and intimate dream.
No one but him can enter.
‘I miss her.’
Yasmin spent the rest of his day thinking about Siren, drawing Siren, and recalling Siren.
He knew that the next day and the day after would be the same.
What was different from the past was that Siren would now come to him.
With all her memories intact.
The time spent with the children was joyful every day.
Unlike adults who have had many experiences, anything can be an adventure for a young child.
Siren smiled as she watched the twins pressing their noses against the window of the running carriage and looking around.
“Mom, there’s a big tree over there!”
“You’re an idiot. Idoros was prosperous, of course there are big trees.”
“I’m not an idiot! I know that much!”
The actual date to meet Yasmin was three days later.
He wouldn’t know that the whole family was on the carriage like this.
Siren smiled happily and stroked the heads of the two children.
‘How happy will he be if I go earlier than the promised date?’
She moved the departure date forward like this because she wanted to see her husband’s wide eyes and the corners of his mouth lifting.
She also missed him very much.
It was now difficult for her to be apart from Yasmin for more than three weeks.
It was only a few days ago that the traces of bruises or rope marks he left had completely disappeared.
As she ran her hands over her clean body, Siren swallowed her regret.
There was a biting mark on the inside of her thigh, and when that completely disappeared… it wasn’t lonely, but it was a little, like that.
It wasn’t sad, it wasn’t pitiful, it wasn’t difficult, it was just literally ‘a little like that’.
Her heart was always with him, but the most certain thing was the marks left on her body.
‘I want aftercare.’
For them, being tied with ropes and tying the other person with ropes was a natural act.
Because they loved each other, they wanted to see the other person’s different sides and sublimate the other person into art.
The same went for hitting their b******s and biting their skin hard to bruise it.
It might not be understandable from a general perspective, but this is a form of communion for them.
It seemed that modern humans classified this act by attaching the name ‘kinkster’ to it… ‘aftercare’ was also a post-coital act defined as the act of a ‘kinkster’.
Because they loved each other, it was natural to cool down the wounds on each other’s bodies, apply medicine, and take care of them, but it seemed that there had to be a name attached to it. Typical humans.
“Honey, spread your legs a little more. Yes, that’s right. Good girl.”
Yasmin was much more affectionate than usual when he did aftercare. He called her so sweetly that she almost melted, and Siren loved that time.
First, he made her get into a bathtub filled with lukewarm water.
While she was relaxing her muscles in it, he wrapped finely chopped ice in a cotton cloth to cool it, then placed it on the bruise. After removing the heat like that, he applied aloe vera to soothe it.
Because the wound could get infected if he wasn’t careful.
After that, he applied ointment good for bruises and blew on it.
When she was lying on the bed, warm and limp, Yasmin would hum softly and stroke her hair.
Whispering that he loved her, loved her, loved her so much.
After that, the communion between them became stronger, and their hearts were completely mixed.
In fact, that was why they engaged in rough s*x and play.
‘The ordinary is boring after all.’
In bed, Siren became ‘Aquafuran’ rather than ‘Siren’.
As much as he bit, she scratched, they bit each other’s necks, hit each other, discharged while soaked in sweat and lust, and rubbed against each other, not even knowing it was dirty.
The more they cried and screamed with their heated skin touching, until their throats were hoarse, the better.
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