The Cat Who Weeps in the Dark - Chapter 54

“What the hell is this?”

Damian shot up from his seat, his head spinning. Had she suddenly taken a liking to him after returning from vacation? Not only had Katie followed him here, but now she was in such a state. He couldn’t fathom why the woman who had always brushed him off was now being so forward.

“Wait, Katie. Let’s talk in my room first. I’m seriously losing my mind.”

With a flushed face, Damian stepped toward her. The reason she had barged into Helion’s bedroom at this hour had long since evaporated from his mind. The moment he saw her like this, his lower body stirred eagerly. All he wanted was to drag her into the bedroom and feast his eyes on her drenched appearance.

But Helion was faster.

Screech—

The sound of a chair scraping echoed, and in an instant, Damian was flung backward. His foot caught on the chair he’d been sitting on, making him stagger. Meanwhile, Helion strode forward with angry steps.

“Goddammit. What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

His voice was terrifyingly fierce. Helion planted his massive frame in front of Katie, shielding her. Then, with swift movements, he stripped off the shirt he was wearing.

The woman’s body was completely enveloped in the oversized shirt.

By the time Damian regained his balance, Helion had already scooped Katie up and shoved her into the bathroom.

BANG.

Even after the bathroom door slammed shut, Helion remained standing in front of it for a long moment.

“Hah…”

He let out a long sigh and roughly ran his hands through his already disheveled black hair. The muscles of his exposed back rippled sharply with the motion.

It was the powerful physique of a dominant male. The formidable muscles, forged through life-and-death battles on the battlefield, were enough to make anyone’s breath catch just from looking at them.

“B-Brother. I’m sorry. That knight is someone I care about—”

“Shut up.”

“She already apologized! I’ll just take her and—”

“Who said you could take her?”

Helion, who had been standing with his back turned, spun around. His golden eyes blazed with intense fury.

Why is he so angry that I’m taking my knight with me?

While Damian was having his clueless thoughts, Helion’s gaze landed on his bulging crotch.

“Ha.”

With a mocking laugh, Helion approached and, before Damian could react, he seized his crotch.

“Augh!”

Damian yelped in surprise and instinctively clamped his legs together. He tried to tear Helion’s hand away, but the more he struggled, the tighter the grip on his throbbing c**k became.

“That Dame is mine.” Helion snarled. Damian, directly facing his wrath, cringed his shoulders pitifully.

“B-Brother, calm down! Is this about that incident last time?”

“What incident last time?”

“That day I got caught trying to molest her… Aagh! You’ll make it burst!”

Damian screamed in agony. A large hand was squeezing his c**k and balls simultaneously, pressing down as if to crush them.

“I’d forgotten, but thanks to you, a pleasant memory just resurfaced. If you’re going to use it like that, wouldn’t it be better if you didn’t have it at all? It’s too small anyway, so even if you had it, you probably couldn’t satisfy a single woman.”

“W-What kind of talk is that! Hwaaak, ah, please, let go of this first!”

Damian, weeping, unconsciously glanced at Helion’s thigh. Hee-eek. For a moment, he forgot the pain and his eyes widened.

He had looked because Helion claimed he was small, wondering just how magnificent Helion’s own was. At that size, indeed, everyone else would feel utterly pathetic.

The problem was, Helion was also rock hard. He had been saying mine and all that. As expected, this man also got hard from seeing Katie.

But if it were any other woman, maybe, but he absolutely refused to yield Katie. He had put so much effort into her; he couldn’t let another bastard snatch her away.

“Brother, not Katie! She’s a knight of my palace, so no matter who you are, you can’t just take her as you please!”

He had finally mustered the courage to speak, but Helion didn’t even acknowledge it. Still clutching Damian’s c**k, he dragged him toward the door as if he were pulling a dog.

A searing pain shot through him with every tug, so Damian could only groan and follow where he was led.