Chapter 126
Chapter 126
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 126
Chapter Title: Promises Must Be Kept (3)
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"...If I bring him to my room, you'll undo this on me."
Liru muttered those words.
She was well aware that her current state wasn't normal.
Her breaths came in ragged gasps without end.
Her body felt like a blazing inferno, a scorching sensation overwhelming her from head to toe.
And above all else.
If she were in her right mind, she never would have done something like this.
"...But what the hell is this?!"
To anyone else, it might look like she was yelling at thin air, but this was a gravely serious situation for her.
Because.
The moment she dragged Dawood into her room, following the orders of that 'someone' who had put her in this state.
Her own body had betrayed her will, swinging hard at the back of Dawood Campbell's head the instant he stepped in.
And there was only one thing present capable of such a feat.
[Oh? But I couldn't move your body to hit him.]
Something like Liru's... 'spirit form' floated in the air, chuckling as it spoke.
[This guy might seem so weak on the surface, but he turns ridiculously strong in a crisis. Had to catch him off guard with a sneak attack to take him down completely.]
It spoke as if it knew Dawood Campbell inside and out.
Even in her disordered state of body and mind, a surge of irritation rose sharply at those words.
Who the hell was this thing?
Some ghost or specter she couldn't even identify, acting like it knew this man better than she did.
At the very least, she was the one who...
"..."
That is.
'H-He said he'd take me as a concubine...!'
It felt a bit pathetic even to her own ears, but that was indeed the highest level of affection this man had shown her.
As she pouted slightly, the floating spirit form burst into giggles and continued.
[Exactly. It's already set in stone that you'll end up in that kind of relationship with your husband.]
The words it tossed out went even further than before.
Husband?
As Liru blinked in confusion, another laugh-laced sentence followed.
[Your husband, Liru. Ours.]
"..."
Liru's mouth hung open.
"W-What are you suddenly talking about?"
[Even if it's a done deal, to claim a 'slightly more advantageous' position, something like this is necessary.]
Ignoring her question entirely, the spirit form approached the fallen Dawood on the floor.
It placed a hand on his chest, and the seal etched there began to resonate with a blue glow, visible even through his clothes.
[Heave-ho.]
Then.
Dawood's body jerked upright.
It was clear he was being puppeted through that seal by the spirit form.
The moment he rose, he lunged straight at Liru.
"Eek...!"
She let out a shriek she couldn't hold back the instant their bodies touched.
She, who had trained relentlessly every day to grow even a little stronger in the tribal alliance—what a pathetic squeal.
No matter that she wasn't in her right mind, it was utterly humiliating.
As self-loathing washed over her and she lifted her eyes.
Dawood Campbell had her pinned down on the bed.
His hands gripped each of hers, pressing them firmly into the mattress.
"..."
His hands were large and warm.
She could feel his pulse.
This might actually feel pretty good—
'What am I doing right now?!'
Liru snapped back to her senses and bit her lip hard.
She had to get a grip.
Both she and this man were mere playthings for that bizarre spirit form floating in the air.
They both needed to snap out of it and act properly!
First things first, she'd give this guy a sharp piece of her mind.
With that resolve, Liru opened her mouth to snap at Dawood.
Probably.
She might have, if she hadn't taken in his appearance first.
"..."
Dawood.
He simply gazed down at her in silence.
Yet.
That alone left her at a loss for what to do.
Liru's eyes widened as she pursed her lips, staring up at Dawood straddling her.
She couldn't meet his gaze.
Her heart pounded.
Her breaths quickened.
Her lips grew parched.
Her already feverish body burned even hotter the moment she fully registered his presence.
"H-Hey... snap out of it..."
Her voice came out frail.
So fragile she could hardly believe it was hers.
Though Dawood's next action turned it into an even feebler moan.
"Hik!"
Liru let out that moan.
The instant she felt his lips brush her nape, it escaped reflexively.
Her brain felt overloaded, on the verge of exploding. The stimulation was too intense. Stars burst in her vision.
[You look like you're enjoying it, Liru?]
And in that moment, a light, amused voice chimed in again.
[How's it feel, being pressed against your husband? Like what you imagined?]
"...Who said I imagined anything—"
[You did.]
"..."
The voice carried such certainty it bordered on absurdity.
[Ever since you started paying attention to your husband, you've done it almost every day. All stern and fierce on the outside, but inside, full of teenage girl fantasies.]
"..."
[It's wild, isn't it? Who'd guess someone trying so hard to look like a fierce warrior is just an inexperienced virgin spinning pathetic little daydreams?]
"...N-No, who said I did any such—"
[Sometimes imagining holding hands with him, giggling on a date.]
"..."
[Or him getting food on his face while eating, and you going, 'What would you do without me?' while wiping it off for him.]
"...H-Hey, no."
[Or if your bodies brush by accident, fiddling with yourself before bed, grinning like an idiot as you relive the sensation until you pass out—]
"Waaah! Waaaaaah—!"
She screamed without thinking.
Partly because of Dawood, who had trailed kisses down her nape and now hugged her waist tight—but mostly from the devastating mental damage flooding her mind.
[Hit the nail on the head, right?]
The floating spirit form smirked and picked up where it left off.
[So shouldn't you be thanking me instead? I'm making your wildest dreams come true for you.]
Liru chewed her lip for a long moment before finally managing a response.
"...This guy would never do something like this."
He could be insanely sharp in some ways, oblivious as hell in others, seem clever yet trip over the weirdest things.
But she still vividly remembered how, not long ago, he'd pulled her into a tight embrace, apologizing over and over.
This man.
Would never do this without her consent.
That trust was firmly rooted in her heart.
[Yes, of course. Dawood wouldn't lay a hand on those around him like this. He'd sooner die.]
The response came back calm as ever, even after hearing her.
[But that's why.]
Still laced with amusement.
[You're not hating that this man is doing this to you right now, are you?]
"..."
Feeling Dawood's hand on her thigh, Liru shuddered but replied.
"...I hate it."
[Really?]
With those words, Dawood whispered something into her ear.
"I love you."
"...!"
Stars burst in her vision again.
Her head spun wildly.
Her heart thundered on the verge of bursting.
"..."
She gritted her teeth and exhaled.
That single phrase filled her mind with near-overwhelming 'bliss,' nearly knocking her out.
Ridiculous.
Was she really this easy?
[If you really hate it, just shove him off. Punch him or whatever.]
"..."
Liru squeezed her eyes shut.
She didn't trust herself not to fold if she kept meeting Dawood's gaze.
"...You're the one who messed up my body."
[But you still have the strength to fight it off. You know that already.]
"..."
[I've been living in your head for a while now, Liru. You think I don't know what you're thinking?]
And then.
Something forced her eyes open.
Dawood's face filled her vision, right up close.
Their gazes locked.
Her heart plummeted.
"..."
For an instant, Liru stopped breathing.
Heat bloomed low in her belly.
'...Huh?'
This man, he was...
This hot?
Maybe her current state amplified it, but.
She felt herself sinking.
Just looking at him made her feel conquered.
"..."
In that moment, Dawood undid the front of her clothes.
The intent was crystal clear, yet Liru couldn't even think to resist as she watched.
Ah.
Yeah.
Right.
She wanted this man to conquer her.
Didn't even matter anymore.
She wanted him too. A trance-like haze settled over her.
'...Yeah. Ah, yeah? Wait, what?'
Was this my thought?
What the hell was going through her head?
As her mind whirled in confusion.
Dawood spoke, gripping her nearly disheveled clothes.
"Liru."
"..."
"I'll take them off, Liru."
"...No."
She let out the word like a moan, only for a mocking voice to chime in from the side.
[Being stubborn at this point is a bit much, don't you think? Maybe be honest with yourself—]
"Not like this—I absolutely refuse—!"
With those words.
Liru's full-force punch slammed into Dawood's jaw.
The blow whistled through the air, sending his body crashing spectacularly into the wall.
[...Huh?]
The spirit form, which had been so smug until now, let out a dumbfounded sound—an unexpectedly satisfying sight.
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