Chapter 48
She just looked up at him.
“Why? Can’t say anything? Then, shall I tell you how it was for me?”
“…Stop it.”
His gaze flickered with a cruel glint. The more Serdin reeled from her words, the more determined he became to hurt her with any words that would leave a mark. The deeper he dug into her heart, the more he thought it would soothe his crushed pride.
“You tasted far better than I imagined.”
“…I told you to stop.”
“The princess of Mathes really is something else. Just seeing you made me hard. Ah, and your wetness… it tasted exquisite. When you were crying out, taking me in, damn, I almost lost it right then. Thought I was going to lose my mind holding back.”
Her tightly clasped hands turned pale as her knuckles whitened. Her face was clearly stricken with shock, an expression anyone could read.
“They say Mathes scoundrels are notorious for their greed, willing to resort to any means if it involves money. Guess it’s true. The way you greedily took me in, as if you’d devour me whole, even under a filthy bastard… It wasn’t just money, was it? Seems you have an insatiable appetite for men too—”
His words never reached their end.
Smack—!
A fierce slap rang out, his head snapping to the side from the sheer force. Psyche, trembling like a leaf, spat out her words with venom, her body trembling violently.
“Disgusting.”
Serdin remained motionless, his head still turned away. He slowly traced his left corner of mouth with his thumb before breaking into a smirk. In the next moment, his gaze completely transformed. Slowly turning his head, Serdin looked down at her with an oppressive, arrogant gaze.
“Psyche.”
Her eyes were tinged red, and she was breathing roughly. The noble princess appeared to have lost her senses after being bitten by filthy, vulgar dogs. Something unknown boiled up inside him. Serdin roughly grabbed her chin.
“Stop pretending to be noble.”
Bringing his face close to hers, he spat out the words.
“How long do you think you can keep pretending to be clean like this, when you’re being taken turns with by the filthy, disgusting bastards you so despised?”
“……”
Psyche tried to steady her irregular breathing. She had somewhat expected him to say harsh words since she had properly gotten under Serdin’s skin. But she hadn’t expected him to cross the line like this. Her emotions flared up in that moment, and her hand moved before she could think. She hadn’t meant to slap his cheek…
She bit her lower lip and avoided his gaze. Thinking the situation would only worsen if they remained in the same space any longer, she quietly tried to leave, but Serdin blocked her path.
“Where are you going.”
“Move aside.”
“Answer my question.”
“Ha……”
She let out a bitter laugh. She needed to go to Helios and spread her legs, but judging by his expression, Serdin seemed to have completely forgotten this fact. Psyche answered in a tearful voice, as if lamenting her situation.
“Where else would I go?”
Serdin’s expression crumpled at those words. He seemed to finally realize she was trying to go to Helios. He roughly messed up his own hair while muttering curses.
“Ha, f**k……”
When Psyche tried to ignore him and pass by, he suddenly grabbed her wrist. She looked down at her wrist in his grip before slowly raising her eyes to Serdin.
“Ha……”
His expression showed his mind was in complete disarray, unsure of what to do. A moment passed where he neither let her go nor spoke a word to her. Then, knock knock, there was a tapping at the door before it opened.
“What are you two doing, behind my back?”
The languid voice that followed belonged to Helios.
“Psyche, do you want to stay longer with Serdin?”
He addressed Psyche in a playful, light tone.
“But it’s gotten too late for that. Come to me now.”
“……”
“We must take turns, after all.”
After a brief silence, Serdin released Psyche’s wrist and said irritably.
“Ha, she was f*****g noisy but good timing. Take her away.”
She quietly watched Serdin as he strode away on his long legs. Serdin walked to the sofa opposite the bed and dropped himself onto it. Then he crossed his arms and turned his head away. As if protesting for her to hurry up and leave with Helios.
Psyche stood still, not taking her eyes off Serdin. Though he must have felt her gaze, Serdin didn’t spare her a single glance. Just as she was biting her lower lip while deliberately staring more desperately at Serdin to bother him, warmth was felt nearby and her vision went black.
“Where are you looking, Phrena?”
Helios, who had approached without her noticing, whispered while covering her eyes from behind.
“Now you should be focusing on me.”
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