Chapter 209
Macy instinctively searched for the cloth with her eyes. Spotting it on the nightstand, she reached for it, but he grabbed her wrist.
“Forget it. I didn’t come here to sleep with you today.”
“…”
“You said you wanted to eat this so badly.”
She felt ashamed for having asked him for something. If she’d known he would bring it, she wouldn’t have said a word.
Unaware of her feelings, Eren deliberately picked up the peach with his bare hand and brought it to Macy’s mouth despite the fork nearby.
Macy lightly pushed his hand away.
“…No thanks. I don’t want to eat it.”
“You’d better open your mouth while I’m still being nice.”
“Then I’ll eat it myself.”
“Open up.”
“We’re not exactly the kind to feed each other sweetly, are we?”
Macy refused stubbornly, and his eyes narrowed slightly. Then, the awkwardly held peach ended up in his mouth.
Had he given up trying to feed her? Just as she thought it was a relief, her nape was grabbed.
“…!”
Fresh fruit was passed through Eren’s mouth. The sweet, tangy juice spread inside her mouth.
He pushed the peach deep enough so she couldn’t spit it out. Startled, Macy swallowed, then pushed against Eren’s chest and shouted,
“What do you think you’re doing!”
“If we’re not the kind to feed each other sweetly, then what are we? Do you think you’re the one who gets to define our relationship?”
Eren shot her a fierce glare. Macy stiffened instantly.
“I told you on the first day. If I say open, you open. If I say suck, you suck it. If I say shake, you shake.”
His piercing words hammered home her situation. The old Macy would have been too shocked to speak, but not now.
“Then just f**k me already.”
“What?”
“Lay me down and do whatever you want. Stop this disgusting nonsense.”
Macy wiped her mouth. Something sticky—juice or maybe Eren’s saliva—was on the back of her hand.
She wiped it on the sheets, wrinkling her face as if disgusted.
“Oh, so you don’t like this?”
“Not just dislike. I….”
Hate? No, it was more like horror. She didn’t want to believe it. She felt like going crazy. She wished she were dead.
She didn’t know how to express the betrayal and hatred flooding her heart. Speaking it aloud frightened her about what might come next, but swallowing it made her feel like she was suffocating.
“I what? Say everything.”
Eren urged her to continue, though he knew it wouldn’t be pleasant.
“I want you… to get hurt.”
After holding back so much, that was all she could manage to say—that she wanted him to be hurt. She even found it laughable herself. It was so miserable and foolish.
“You think I look fine?”
Eren twisted his mouth and said.
How could he possibly be “fine”? He locked Macy in the room as he pleased and went about his daily life like nothing was wrong.
Indulging his desires whenever he wanted, casually turning Macy’s insides upside down for no reason, just because he was bored.
“Open your mouth.”
“I said no!”
Eren forcefully shoved the peach into her mouth and covered it. When she tried to spit it out, he pressed his lips against hers again.
Despite the roughness of his approach, his tongue gently sucked inside.
Macy struggled and bit down on his tongue, but it was useless. The taste of blood mixed with peach grew stronger as he nibbled and rubbed the tender flesh without hesitation.
Pain contorted Macy’s eyes. This kind of behavior made her uncomfortable.
As if nothing had happened between them. As if they were still in love.
That was why the dream of Eren she had recently was so unpleasant. She didn’t want to recall his warm treatment of her.
No matter how many art supplies he brought her now, she couldn’t respond with childlike delight. It seemed nothing but deceit and mockery.
First, he would spread honey and set a trap, and once caught, he would turn cruel.
What might be a trivial whim to him would be a world-shattering shock to Macy.
But no matter how much she resisted, the torment would only worsen. Macy finally opened her mouth, feeling utterly humiliated.
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