Chapter 61
Six o’clock in the evening, no different from any other day. Dinner with Hunter.
A splendid meal was laid out before her.
But then again, it had been the same that morning, and the same at lunch.
All the same.
Morning, noon, evening…
Was there even a need to distinguish them anymore?
The clocks were all different anyway. She no longer knew which one kept the true time. Even the clock in her own room could not be trusted now.
Then what in this place could be trusted?
What meaning did it even have?
There was no escaping it anyway.
“Have you lost your appetite? Why did you eat so little, hm?”
No sooner had Prina set down her fork than Hunter asked with concern.
“Do you dislike the food? I prepared only the things you like. Does it still not go down?”
“……”
“It’s a real problem. You haven’t been eating properly these days.”
His face hardened, and then he rose from his seat. Without the least trace of impatience, his steps carried him directly toward her.
A familiar, rough touch invaded her once more. Hunter pressed Prina’s upper body against the dining table and hungrily tugged up her skirt.
“It’s fine. If you don’t want the meal, you can at least have dessert. As long as your stomach is filled, it makes no difference. Whether from above or below.”
“Aah, hiic…”
“I know you only want to eat the things you find tasty. You’re exploiting the fact that I’m weak when it comes to you, aren’t you?”
Yes. She leached off him. She used him. Because she couldn’t survive otherwise.
“Go on, act spoiled. I let you do it because it’s you.”
“……”
“So use me as much as you like. Take advantage all you want. I’m yours alone, aren’t I?”
Prina, her face as expressionless as a broken doll, let her body be handled docilely.
She was used to this now. She didn’t even feel surprise.
No, she didn’t even have the strength to react.
“If you’re hungry, then drink my c**k’s seed. I’ll fill you until you burst, Prina.”
He pulled down her panties and lazily rubbed her slit. Again and again he touched, as though checking, but there was no wetness at all. Hunter tilted his head slightly, puzzled.
“Still not wet? How disappointing.”
“…Hnff.”
“You’re too small. If you’re not wet, you can’t even take it in.”
Prodding at her dry entrance with his fingers, Hunter scolded her again and again.
Right. Why wasn’t she wet?
She should be wet. She should accept what he gave her.
That was her only role.
“Before I take you, you should be ready and moist. I do everything else for you. Isn’t this the only part you need to handle? Is it really that hard?”
Then suddenly, he seemed to realize something, and laughed.
“Well, if you’re not wet, I can always make you wet myself.”
“……”
“Were you waiting for me, Prina?”
“……”
“Is that it? I’m sorry. I didn’t think of that.”
A gleam lit his golden-yellow eyes.
Prina felt as though she were a fish laid out on a cutting board, her mind floating.
“You only get wet when I touch you anyway. You can’t do anything by yourself, can you?”
Yes. She couldn’t do anything alone.
That was why she was here… like this.
“From now on, I want you to say it yourself. Ask me to touch you.”
He patted her head as though she was a child, pressed a light kiss to her lips. To her own shock, Prina felt a strange sense of relief in the gesture.
“Say it.”
“……”
“Hmm?”
“…Please touch me.”
“Very good.”
He smiled in satisfaction.
“You really can’t live without me, Prina.”
Perhaps that was true.
Like a fish that cannot breathe on land. He was her world. He held her breath in his hands. It was only natural that she followed him. It was something irresistible.
Whatever he was… a man or not a man, it didn’t matter.
She had decided to accept him as he was.
What was so hard about that? To accept him just as he was?
Prina, you’re selfish. You yourself said it. You’d accept him in any form. And look at you now. You’re no different from the people who insulted you. Complaining about the man you should be thanking for a lifetime. If you had known his true nature from the start, would you have stayed here? Could you have survived, being unable to do anything alone? The fantasies you had built of him were your own, and blaming him because they shattered… wasn’t that the most spoiled kind of grievance?
Even if he wasn’t a good man. Even if he was a bad man.
To you, he is your savior.
In the end, everything he does is for you.
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