Chapter 57
“Why did I recklessly break your toy? Even if I was angry, I should have held it in just a little longer.”
You were in the middle of something you enjoyed, but I wasn’t considerate.
The mood must have been ruined, right? You were having fun, and then I suddenly killed him.
It must have startled you. Didn’t it?
You like healing things. Watching them die. It’s honestly ugly, isn’t it?
Who would like something ugly? Especially someone as beautiful as you.
Even though she didn’t answer, Hunter went on muttering to himself.
“I’m sorry. I was wrong.”
He pulled Prina into his arms tighter still, apologizing again.
His solid arms constricted her body like ropes, and his hot breath burrowed into her nape. Prina looked down at the arms wound tightly around her waist.
The black snake tattoo.
Right. She felt like prey, bound alive, coils tightening.
The more she moved, the tighter it pressed, until she thought she might suffocate. She couldn’t move at all.
“From now on, I won’t kill anything. I won’t hurt anything carelessly either. I’ll only bring you what’s already wounded and left to die. Even if it takes time. Even if I have to comb the entire forest for them. Would that be enough?”
“……”
“I promise. See? I’m repenting. Even though my c**k hurts from being so hard, I’m holding back as proof of my repentance.”
At the sensation of the massive flesh pressing insistently into her backside, Prina squeezed her eyes shut again.
“My c**k hurts. Heal me, Prina.”
Whining, he wedged himself between her thighs and ground himself along them. When she still gave no reaction, he sighed softly and rained kisses onto the crown of her head.
“Fine. I’ll take care of it myself. So… forgive me. Hm?”
After that came the sound of ragged breathing, of flesh slapping wetly. Hunter was holding her close, m**********g. Since he couldn’t have s*x, he clung to her, inhaling her scent while bringing himself off.
Even after spilling himself over and over into the hem of her negligee, he didn’t seem satisfied, smearing his c*m-slick c**k against her body.
Prina, unable to sleep, had to endure it all in silence.
She didn’t dare say a word or move a muscle. Who knew what might happen if she did? She only waited, as though dead.
The truly frightening thing…
…was not Hunter. It was herself, for thinking about him in this way at all.
When Hunter was gone and she was alone in her room, her mind naturally went back over everything that had happened in this mansion.
‘He wouldn’t have done that to Lucky… would he?’
Seeing Lucky live so peacefully here, she found herself wondering.
Yes, at first the rabbit had trembled, ears clutched tight. But the second time, hadn’t Lucky himself gone to Hunter, climbing into his arms?
In Hunter’s embrace, Lucky looked at ease, like a tamed creature.
If Hunter had tormented him, he never would have gone to him first, never would have relaxed into his touch. Animals couldn’t lie, unlike people.
From that, Prina felt a kind of certainty. And the same with Happy.
‘He wouldn’t have done that to Happy either…’
Once the rationalization began, it was quick.
Happy, too, seemed comfortable in the mansion. Even with Hunter there, the bird didn’t avoid him, didn’t flee. Sometimes, while practicing its wings, it would even alight on his shoulder. Could it really do that to someone who tormented it? No. Impossible.
He must have simply picked it up after it had fallen from its nest. Just like Lucky, found after being mauled by wild animals. Just like her. Brought here, given a place to live.
Of course, animals couldn’t speak, so she couldn’t ask them the truth.
If she asked Hunter, he would answer honestly, but… the truth itself terrified her.
So she decided to think alone.
That Hunter hadn’t done it.
That Hunter couldn’t have done it.
She repeated it, over and over again.
It was only that single knight. Only him.
Because he liked her so much. Because, to win her attention, he had done something foolish.
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