The Cat Who Weeps in the Dark - Chapter 52

It was late afternoon. Katie woke up in her room as usual. She had no memory of how she walked to her room, unlike before when she was in heat and was carried by someone.

Yesterday was particularly intense. When Helion came out of the bathroom, Katie had already picked up her clothes, put them back on, and was perfectly ready for work. However, Helion didn’t let her work.

He lightly lifted her, who was standing by the door, threw her onto the bed, and then stripped off the clothes she had just put on. She was tormented by him for the entire working day. Her lower parts, which had been penetrated all night, were so numb they had lost all sensation, and her peeled n*****s stung even at the slightest brush of her pajamas.

In short, her body was in the worst condition. To have to go back to his bedroom in this state. For the first time in her life, Katie wanted to abandon her duties.

“No. Let’s think positively. It seems Helion has also decided to stop being a mere spectator.”

The good news was that his patience was running out. If yesterday was any indication, the day he would finally insert his c**k was not far off.

I am a knight, not a prostitute.

It felt like just yesterday she was saying this to Damian and the other knights, and now she was wishing for a man’s penetration. Katie couldn’t hide her sneer at the thought that came to her mind. But it couldn’t be helped. Only then would she be able to free herself from this unfair deal.

“Surely he won’t keep tormenting me even after he penetrates me.”

This was her only concern. But Katie shook her head, dispelling the rising anxiety. There was no way. Hadn’t Helion said something similar yesterday?

‘If I see your face, I feel like my patience will run out. We can’t end this deal so trivially, can we?’

When his patience ends, the deal ends. He seemed to know well that his interest would run out once he saw the end of their relationship.

If so, she had nothing to worry about. All she had to do was urge him to end his patience quickly.

“Urge… haa.”

The problem, however, was the method. To “urge,” she had to seduce him.

“Let’s just consider it one of my missions. It’s to hide my identity, so this is my sacrifice for my country.”

At this rate, she was no different from a common w***e. A self-deprecating thought flashed through her mind, but Katie suppressed the self-loathing and swallowed it down her throat.

The plan she had devised was this: use yesterday’s experience as a stepping stone to entice him to penetrate her. To do that, she first had to shed her pride.

‘Just think of it as acting, like I’ve done all this time.’

Katie grimly steeled herself. If she had to take a beating anyway, it was better to get it over with. The penetration that would happen someday, she intended to see it through to the end today.

‘But what should I say? Ask him to put it in…? Or….’

‘You’re looking forward to the day you’ll spread your legs and beg me to finally f**k you.’

Damn it. At that moment, the man’s words flashed through Katie’s mind.

Katie clutched her head, a surge of revulsion welling up.

She was going crazy. No matter how much she told herself, ‘This is acting. It’s just acting,’ she didn’t have the courage to say such words.

They were words too explicit to utter. If she said something like that, she’d clearly want to run away before the main event even began. No, she would definitely run away. Even if it meant jumping out the window and breaking her neck.

‘It’s better to just act it out like yesterday.’

Katie recalled how Helion had changed when she unbuttoned her clothes. Even though she hadn’t begged as he desired, he had lost his mind and even ripped her clothes off.

‘Good. That’s exactly what I’ll aim for.’

Katie’s eyes sparkled with anticipation as she found the answer.

* * *

“A diplomatic mission, huh? Why, during a truce?”

Helion’s eyes drooped indifferently. His sharp, golden gaze, which had been fixed straight ahead, now vanished beneath his thick eyelashes.

‘Finally, I can breathe.’

Only then did the person sitting opposite him let out a sigh of relief. He was Damian de Aesoleum, the Second Prince of the Empire.

Though he was the second son, the Emperor’s favor leaned heavily towards him, and as he was clearly destined to be the next Emperor, he held far more power than Helion.

But it was strange. Whenever he stood before this man, his body instinctively recoiled.

“It’s precisely because it’s a truce that it’s more necessary, Brother. Shouldn’t we show the people that relations between our two nations are currently good?”

“A show-off diplomatic move, intended to alleviate the anxiety about a war that could resume at any moment.”

Damian’s eyes shot up at the sarcastic tone. However, as soon as Helion raised his gaze again, Damian plastered an awkward smile on his face as if nothing had happened.

‘That gaze is always the problem.’

Damian believed Helion’s oppressive aura stemmed from his golden eyes. Golden eyes symbolized the power of Solaris. Because of them, when Helion was born, countless nobles hailed him as the “reincarnation of Solaris,” elevating him even as a mere infant.