Chapter 85

Chapter 85

As I enter the house, I notice the structure that, if decorated, would look very cute and pretty.

While I’m standing there, mesmerized, looking around the house, Evan starts placing furniture by snapping his fingers.

“I thought about decorating with the beautiful, luxurious things from the palace, but maybe I’ll just use the rustic stuff from the old cabin I used to live in?”

I nod in agreement.

Then, around the edges of the room, a bed just big enough for two people to cuddle and sleep, my old drawings I used to do when I was bored on the wall, slightly rustic but smoothly cut wood on the floor, and various cute drawers, bookshelves, and decorations start to fill the room.

“The palace, in some ways, is the place I hate most in the world,” I say while looking at a painting on the wall that’s just colored, slightly exaggerating my movements as I walk around the house.

“It’s all done, but memories don’t just disappear.

And if you get caught up in useless memories like me, you start to hate everything related to them.”

It’s quite funny, though.

There wasn’t anyone here to point fingers at me.

“Well, then, this isn’t needed.”

Saying that, Evan takes out all the luxurious furniture from the palace, confines them in an air net, and starts to compress them.

Until they’re so crumpled they could fit in the palm of your hand.

After turning them into dust, Evan scatters the dust in front of the house and comes back inside.

Evan shrugs, seeming a bit embarrassed.

“I was just using those when I was away from you.”

“It’s just me being stubborn and a bit mischievous. Don’t take it too seriously.”

I drag out a chair made from a piece of wood I picked up, which looks incredibly crude compared to what was in the palace, sit on it with my legs crossed, and take out a cigarette from my pocket that smells of chocolate and tea, which I’ve been saving for a romantic moment. I light it up, inhale the smoke, and then whisper into Evan’s ear.

“At least for one day, we won’t be able to have a proper conversation like this, and I don’t mind that, do you?”

“No.”

“Then come here and just give me a light hug.

All this fuss will stop with just one simple action.”

With those words, Evan hugs me and pats me lightly.

Maybe because he hugged too tightly, my body lifts off the ground for a moment.

But Evan doesn’t seem to want to put me down.

“Hey, Evan, can’t you put me down now?”

My left foot, which was attached, suddenly falls off.

Looking at my foot on the floor, then back at Evan, who seems to have his eyes slightly rolled back, staring at me for a while.

Feeling the pink atmosphere after so long, I decide not to avoid Evan but to surrender to the moment.

I’ve been holding back for so long.

But is this really a pink atmosphere?

We’ve been touching faces, sometimes kissing, pressing bodies together, rubbing against each other, but we’ve never stayed in one place for long, so we’ve put a lot of effort into restraining our emotions.

Evan, who has been holding back until now, seems to still have that inertia in his body as he holds me without moving.

So, I press close to him, wrap my arms around him, and whisper in his ear.

“Being familiar is best, but sometimes, trying things you’ve never experienced isn’t bad either.”

“You know what I mean, right?”

“Yeah. For example, having a child, or two, and living with you in a village in these mountains would be truly happy…”

The sentence doesn’t finish.

Because our tongues are too busy.

Evan starts to undress me, one piece at a time.

The scarf, the thick coat, the white shirt with frills, the slightly tattered white underwear, the long skirt that’s a bit frayed from being snagged by branches, and the slightly damp underwear he casually pushes aside before kissing me again.

When I start to feel dizzy from lack of air, he caresses my muscular but scarred back with his cold bare hands, whispering into my ear with his mouth full of the scent of tea.

“Don’t hurt me too much… ah…!!”

Like a log hanging in the air, I had asked not to be hurt.

But he held me like an object, moving me up and down incessantly.

Like some kind of sex toy.

“Ha, heh, heh…”

The sound of flesh against flesh was faint, but more than that, I found Evan, using me like an object, slightly annoying.

I had always imagined a romantic atmosphere, like young noble boys and girls getting married and experiencing some mishaps on their first night.

But this felt less like a loving encounter and more like just being an outlet for his intense sexual desire.

Still, thinking that it was okay because it was Evan made me find him annoying again, so I hugged him tightly, clinging to him.

First, I nibbled at his neck, then faced him and bit his ear.

I bit hard enough to leave red marks with my cute little teeth, perhaps the pain stimulating his lust even more.

The movements showed no sign of stopping.

“Me, heh, huh, where, ah, I’m not going anywhere… just a little slower… uh!”

In the end, the only thing I could move was my head, which I couldn’t control properly, but he wouldn’t let go even when I bit his ear, neck, or shoulder.

Yet, as the speed and intensity of his thrusts gradually increased, maybe it was time.

“Erica, are you okay?”

“…Ha, uh, yes.”

With my response, a warm sensation rose inside me.

Perhaps ‘hot’ would be a more accurate description than ‘warm’.

After finishing, we lay on the small bed, still connected.

My legs were still spasming, so I couldn’t even think about moving them.

Feeling a bit of dry satisfaction and the panting of our bodies, I thought about just relaxing and maybe sleeping when I felt something inside me growing again.

“Evan, I’m tired.”

“Hold on today, Erica, I’ve been holding back for months.”

As I started to mumble and complain, Evan moved his hips to silence me.

Moving, moving, sometimes convulsing in the hips and legs, spitting once, then moving again.

Yet, as if not satisfied, this insatiable man carried me around the house like a child with a doll, fervently thrusting into me.

***

I couldn’t keep up with Evan’s stamina, and after a while of moaning, I think I passed out with my eyes rolled back.

When I opened my eyes, I was lying naked on the bed with my belly slightly protruding.

Moving my hand to press the bulge, I felt a warm sensation from below and stopped.

I tried to get up to put on some clothes…

“Ahh!”

But my back felt like it would break, so I lay back down.

Looking at the ceiling, I let out a pointless laugh and turned my head, looking around for Evan.

Evan was in the living room, neatly dressed, drinking tea while reading a book.

How long had he been at it after I passed out for my lower abdomen to hurt this much?

At least he could have cleaned me up; my whole body was covered in white, smelling of night flowers.

“You’re awake?”

Evan noticed me moving and spoke.

I looked at him with a pout for a long time before feeling thirsty and asked him to bring me some water.

“Evan, bring me some water.”

When Evan looked at me as if saying, “Can’t you go get it yourself?”, I almost wanted to slap him but calmed down to speak gently.

“You made me unable to move with all that thrusting.”

“Oh.”

Only then did Evan take out a cup, fill it with water, and feed it to me.

It would have been nice if he just fed me the water.

“Why are you touching my breasts while giving me water?”

“Just curious about how they feel since I only hugged you earlier.”

“Give me a cigarette to put in my mouth.”

At my words, Evan put a tea-scented cigarette in my mouth and lit it for me.

“Next time, be a bit gentler.”

“I’ll try if I can.”

“Ah!”

Even after some time, when I couldn’t move, Evan cleaned me with a damp cloth and started dressing me.

It felt like being a doll, but thinking of myself as Evan’s doll wasn’t so bad.

I felt something foreign still inside me, chuckled, and made a jest to Evan.

“There’s no need to stand on my head with this now.”

“What does that mean… oh.”

“How long did you go for it to be like this?”

“Well, I didn’t count after you passed out.”

I didn’t answer and just looked at the ceiling.

“Will the child love me?”

“He will, who wouldn’t love a beautiful and wise mother?”

“Will the child hate me if it knows what I’ve done?”

“…”

“Twisted, with a bad temper, selfish, thinking only of myself, can a terrible murderer like me be a good mother?”

Strangely, tears started to fall.

Maybe because my back hurt so much because of Evan.

Evan silently came over and hugged me calmly.

Then whispered to me, like the day he saved me.

“It’ll be okay. Don’t worry unnecessarily, let’s think about the happy times ahead.”

I suddenly felt depressed and started crying alone, out of context.

How embarrassing.

I lit the cigarette, inhaled, and exhaled.

Filling it with joy instead of sorrow.