Declaration (12)

I take his hand and entrust myself to him. Every fluttering fingertip, every faint tremor in my chest, every aimless step-I surrender it all, slowly… relaxing, matching my steps solely to his movements. Kung, kung. Whether it’s the sound of our steps or the pounding of my feverish heart, I can’t tell, but there’s no need to distinguish this clumsy, awkward dance.

One, two. I take a step back, unfamiliar with the rhythm. And three. A half-turn. We’ve only learned the theory, never practiced, but it’s passable. Someone who knows how to dance would surely laugh, but that’s fine too. It’s hard enough to keep up with the music, and sometimes I mess up the steps, but we know the beauty of clumsiness.

Constantly looking down to maintain the steps, then looking up again only to get lost in his eyes and mess up the steps… it’s all the same. We don’t want a perfect dance. We just need to feel it in this series of interactions. Breaths, heartbeats, things like that. Feeling those things, we can tell how hard we’re both trying without even looking.

The atmosphere intensifies as much as our body temperatures rise.

As we dance, others begin to join in. The quick-witted orchestra chooses a song suitable for dancing and raises their bows, and Shuriel and I have to move our feet quickly as soon as the violin strings are plucked.

In the center of the stage.

A white knight and a black witch dance hand in hand.

It’s dazzling. The light reflected off the white fabric is absorbed into the jet-black dress as soon as it bounces off. Really, what a greedy dress, not letting go of even your light. I smiled inwardly as I watched the dress shine brighter as the night grew darker.

Before I knew it, sweat was beading on my skin, and my ankles felt like they were about to break, but I gladly endured it. Thirty-two dances prepared for this moment. Even if my ankles break, I’ll keep dancing. My only break is the brief pause when the music changes. That’s enough. But if I get really tired, or too embarrassed to move, I’ll sip some wine.

And again.

Drunk on wine, we hold hands.

The dance in the sky continued until the twilight, stained with yellowish hues, descended. But even as the twilight that signaled the end of the day seeped into the banquet hall, it pulsed with even greater vitality.

But not everyone enjoyed the twilight. Some were tired of dancing, while others had drunk too much and passed out.

One, two. As those who had gathered around us stepped away, there was more space to move. Three, four. We claim the huge stage as our own and flap our wings. And five, six. Ignoring the gazes pouring down on us, we twirl around. And seven, eight. We dance an endless dance, singing silently.

The music stopped, and the orchestra lowered their bows, having no more music to play, but our dance showed no signs of stopping. Only those who didn’t want to forget this dreamlike afterglow remained in the banquet hall to watch the black and white dance.

It was hot.

My body and mind were hot.

It was strange. To feel the warmth of the person I had been searching for so desperately in the high sky, where even breathing felt stifling. Something I hadn’t felt even when I was desperately struggling in the streets, where blood was boiling.

Didn’t the snake in the fairy tale say that you’re just as lonely among people? This emptiness, this ennui and loneliness. It’s felt even when you have countless people by your side. To that snake, the fox replies. You don’t need many. Just one. No more, no less. When I was a child with innocence, I didn’t understand what it meant even when I read it. It was the same even now, having lost my innocence. I understood it with my head, but I didn’t feel it with my heart.

I probably would have never been able to understand it.

But now.

I felt like I could understand it.

Haa. I let out a panting breath. Now I could step without looking, I was so used to it. I turned my head, conscious of the increasingly cold air.

Then I saw the moon.

The moon with its bluish-green light.

Although the moonlight was swallowed up by the artificial light of the banquet hall and didn’t reach me, it was strong enough to steal my gaze.

I couldn’t take my eyes off it.

The moon had a strange charm. The sun mercilessly repels gazes directed at it, but the moon makes everyone look only at it when they are lost in the darkness.

The clouds are regrettable. The clouds, which always watched over the little things from the top, were monopolizing the beautiful moon.

It was then that I was lost in my reverie.

“What are you looking at?”

“…Ah.”

“Is that so important that it can ignore me?”

The foolish man, jealous of the moon, takes my gaze away. I stop stepping at the touch of his hand caressing my cheek and let out a soft breath.

And then I realize.

“…It’s just the two of us left.”

Only the two of us were left in the banquet hall.

“You’ve only just noticed.”

“I’m sorry.”

“What’s there to be sorry about?”

“I feel like I’m the only one enjoying myself.”

“That’s not true. If that were the case, I would have coaxed you to leave a long time ago. I don’t want to be here, even while watching Kalsein’s every move… but it’s different from then, isn’t it?”

“…What is?”

“That you’re not alone.”

I see.

It wasn’t just me.

“Thank you.”

“You should be thankful.”

“You know you sound really annoying when you say that?”

“Do I? Then I’ll take it back.”

“It’s no use taking it back now, you know? Haa… eu, ah?”

–Pudeosseok.

I let out a short breath and collapsed. The fatigue from dancing all night came all at once. I grimaced, experiencing the pain of my muscles melting. The pain was so great that I was about to pass out, so I tried to rebuild myself right away, but…

“Get on my back.”

…Let’s just endure it.

I said, leaning on his back.

“Are we going back now?”

“What are we going to do in a banquet hall with no one else around?”

I was just saying it out of regret, but hearing those words… hmm. This is Shuriel’s fault. I buried my face in his neck and whispered.

“…Yeah. There’s no one here.”

“I’ve said it over and over again, but not here.”

He answers sharply.

I pouted slightly and grumbled.

“What are you so worried about? There’s no one here. Surely you didn’t leave anything here….”

“I’m afraid I’ll get addicted.”

“Ah.”

What’s with the ‘Ah.’?

“Hehe… is that so?”

The pain in my ankles was still there, but that’s not important now. Just a little more, just a little more and he’ll give in.

I swallowed hard and pressed my chest against him. Then breast milk leaked out of my crushed chest. The black fabric met the breast milk, creating a dark color, and the fabric, soaked with moisture, clung tightly to my skin, revealing the curve of my nipples.

‘….”

The maids say that his height and that chest are cheating. An unnecessarily large chest. The sensation of the shape as it is felt softly brushes against his back. Shuriel smelled the sweet milk and tensed his body.

“Aah… euheut.”

I groaned. Shuriel tensed up, and the legs wrapped around him throbbed. Of course, the boundary between pain and pleasure had become blurred for me, so it was nothing more than stimulation.

“….”

Shuriel heard the strangely erotic groan and gritted his teeth.

“Don’t push it too far.”

There was only one reason he was gritting his teeth. Once he starts, he has to see it through to the end. He won’t be satisfied unless he cums liters, just like he did at the mansion. But I keep coaxing him, so he’s annoyed. No matter how much he likes sex, it’s not enough to enjoy it outside. That’s right. It’s not that he doesn’t want to do it. He’s afraid of being interrupted.

“Surely no one will come? The big events aren’t for at least two months. Hehe. No one will notice if we stay here during that time, right?”

Two months. Shuriel’s shoulders twitched. I wrapped my swollen legs around his torso. Sticky liquid flowed between my legs.

There was no way Shuriel, with his superhuman senses, could miss this smell. He easily recognized one vulgar fact from my words and body odor.

Heat.

A bitch begging for cock.

“Haa….”

I took that short sigh to heart and sent him a hot look. He’s about to start. The fierce attack of a male lion that has succumbed to provocation. Shuriel calmed his throbbing head and said.

“I’ve learned healing magic, so I won’t die. But there may be some shortcomings… I’ll learn them gradually. Yujin.”

“Yes, Shuriel.”

“What kind of magic do I need to use to wake up someone who’s passed out?”

“….”

Shuriel suddenly asked about magic. I closed my mouth tightly for a few seconds and took a breath. It felt like he was about to pull down his pants and shove his cock in me…. Alright. Let’s not be impatient.

“…You need to twist the Mana in their body to accelerate the blood flow. It’s more like body manipulation than magic, but Aura would be enough even if it’s not magic.”

“I see. Then I’ll try it right away.”

“Huh?”

I asked back with a dumbfounded expression. Try it right away? There were only the two of us here. And we were both perfectly sane.

Shuriel said without changing his expression.

“Because you’re about to pass out.”

-You are.

–Hwik.

At that moment, the world spun around. I felt the intensifying gravity with a dumbfounded expression. Then, my vision was fixed to one side, and the world sparkled with a loud kung. In white. Along with a beep- in my ears.

“…Huh?”

Jureureuk. Nosebleed. I looked at the sky, feeling a splitting headache. The first thing that came into my fading vision was the chandelier. Only after seeing its brilliant light did I realize that I was looking at the ceiling.

“Ah, euek-?!”

And then the pain came. I trembled my butt and climaxed. But no matter how hard I climaxed, my waist didn’t move. It felt like my spine was broken.

“I’ll do it a little more violently, just the way you want it.”

Shuriel threw me down as I was.

“Ah, hik, heu…”

I made a blissful expression and pissed myself. Transparent liquid soaked the floor. Shuriel approached me and muttered, stomping on my abdomen.

“I’ll have to tell the coachman to wait one more night.”

–Kkuuk.

“Ah, heugiek-?!”

He pressed down so hard that my uterus was crushed. When Shuriel took his foot off, there was a clear muddy footprint on the dress. I stared blankly at the ceiling, blood and vaginal fluid streaming down my face. The concussion was a little severe.

“Eh, ah…?”

Then someone grabbed my hair. Since Shuriel was the only one here, it must be him. But Shuriel, holding my hair, started moving somewhere else.

“Ah, euek-.”

I was dragged by my hair. My scalp was pulled, and my swollen ankles caught on obstacles and bounced. At least I couldn’t feel anything in my waist, but that didn’t mean the pain disappeared.

“Eueh…?”

The place I was dragged to was the sky garden.

It was a lakeside in the middle of the forest where a water vein had burst.