78화 078─유리엘 웨인 데이나 알프레드
Chapter 78: 078 — Uriel Wayne Dana Alfred
The moment the door shut, casting Gerard out.
Uriel tried to pull away from Ferzen’s embrace, her back pressed awkwardly against his chest, but...
“Uriel.”
He tightened the hand caressing her throat, refusing to let her go.
“I believe I told you to air out the room.”
“It’s raining, how am I supposed to air it out...?”
“Then buy perfume. Besides, the rain is an utterly pitiful excuse. Wouldn't it suffice to simply manipulate the atmosphere and disperse your body scent trapped in this room?”
“......”
Having nothing in particular to say, Uriel fell silent.
“Ngh!”
Looking down at her as she avoided answering, Ferzen gently traced her collarbone, bowing his head toward the faded marks he had once left on the nape of her neck...
“D-Don't...! Ah!”
He painted them vividly once more.
“It hurts...!”
At the sensation of teeth sinking into her nape, Uriel’s legs trembled violently. She grabbed a fistful of Ferzen’s hair, tears welling in her eyes.
Yet despite that, Ferzen inhaled the sweet fragrance of her flesh, deliberately deepening the faded bite marks.
It was as though a wolf had caught a rabbit, sinking its teeth into the tiny creature, watching it squirm, then gently letting go only to bite down again—toying with it at leisure.
And when Uriel finally began to exhaust herself...
“Ah, ungh......”
As if offering a tender consolation, Ferzen pressed his lips over the bite marks he had carved, rubbing against them softly until vivid red blossoms bloomed across her skin.
Unaccustomed to that tickling sensation, Uriel let her hands fall from his hair, exhaling breathless, feverish pants.
With every ragged breath, her chest heaved erratically, causing her breasts—swollen and vulgar from her monthly cycle—to sway and stand out all the more prominently.
“You must surely know... that your scent carries the effect of an aphrodisiac.”
After toying with her for so long, Ferzen pulled his head away, his hand erotically caressing the curve of her neck as he spoke.
Her distinctive scent, altered by the aphrodisiac fruit, was as sweet as a peach. The room saturated with it gave the illusion of wandering into Shangri-La.
“I can never quite grasp your intentions, Uriel.”
“You've never... known anything about me to begin with.”
How much does he even think he knows to say something like that?
Putting distance between herself and Ferzen, Uriel glared up at him defiantly.
Yet knowing full well that she had just been helplessly toyed with in his arms, Ferzen paid her no mind and continued.
“Air the room out. It has subsided a bit for now... but prolonged exposure to your scent will only incite desire once more.”
“You could just... piss off back home.”
“......”
At her sharp retort, Ferzen went quiet for a moment before taking a step forward.
Step.
Naturally, Uriel stepped back to match him.
Tap.
How many times did they repeat this dance?
At the dead end where the bed blocked her path, both came to a halt.
“Uriel.”
“......”
“Do you know this? The physician visits here every day at eight in the evening.”
“What... about it?”
“Afterward, that physician submits a report on his examination to me every single time.”
“Are you trying to claim I'm faking an illness?”
“No. What I mean is that the physician has never once reported experiencing any abnormal reactions caused by your scent in this house.”
“......”
“Proof that you air out the room immaculately before he arrives.”
Watching Uriel bite her lower lip, Ferzen continued.
“Looking at you, I can't help but find you rather childish.”
“Airing out the room when you know a guest is coming... is basic manners.”
“Did I not explicitly state that I would drop by from time to time?”
“How was I supposed to know when? Am I supposed to go through the trouble of preparing for you when you don't even give a set date? You're not worth that much.”
“Uriel.”
“Keep my name... out of that mouth of yours.”
“If I am not even worth that much, is it fine for me to be intoxicated by your scent and lust after your body? Isn't that contradictory? If what you say is true, wouldn't it make more sense to take precautions so such a situation wouldn't arise?”
“Don't twist things to suit your narrative......”
As if she couldn't stand to listen any longer, Uriel moved to brush past him.
Or rather, she tried to.
Because Ferzen caught hold of her hand.
“Let go!”
Though Uriel thrashed and resisted, Ferzen effortlessly subdued her rebellion with an impassive expression, throwing her down onto the bed.
“Gah!”
Creak!
The bed frame shuddered violently.
Uriel immediately tried to push herself up, but...
“Ah!”
She couldn't. With his characteristically large hands, Ferzen pinned both of her wrists firmly above her head.
She was merely lying on the bed.
Was it because her back was slightly arched?
Her body appeared exceptionally lewd.
And Uriel, flustered by how this moment mirrored the beginning of the wet dream she had just had, flushed red. She used her knees to push Ferzen away, straining against him...
Yet every time she did, the hem of her skirt hitched up bit by bit, shyly laying bare her pure white panties before Ferzen’s eyes.
She tried to lower her hands to cover herself, but the grip locking her wrists was as unyielding as iron shackles, refusing to budge.
“Uriel. Do you know the motive behind your contradictory behavior?”
“Just avert... your eyes.”
“While pretending to despise and reject me to the bitter end, you actually wish for me to approach you. The world calls such a thing love-hate. The emotions and actions you project on the surface... could be called an extreme defense mechanism. You simply refuse to acknowledge or perceive the 'love' within that love-hate.”
“Shut up. You're full of yourself. Don't make wild assumptions and jump to your own conclusions.”
“Then why aren't you using your hands? You are no ordinary woman, are you? You are supposed to be an elemental magician of Euclidean rank.”
“......”
“Back then, you were thirteen years old. Yes. Thirteen years of time... do you wish to be compensated in the form of my being bound to you?”
Uriel had no answer.
Looking down at her, Ferzen reached out his free hand and slowly began undoing the buttons of the shirt concealing her voluminous breasts.
Pop.
“If you won't speak, I have no choice but to find out for myself.”
Pop.
With only two buttons undone, the breasts freed from compression swelled upward, revealing an alluring cleavage.
Pop.
Pop.
When four buttons were undone, her breasts sprang free, scattering a sweet scent of flesh all around. And when the undergarment was brushed aside, erect pink nipples greeted Ferzen.
“I will let go of your hands.”
Releasing the grip holding her wrists, Ferzen took hold of one dainty nipple and delicately twisted it.
“Ngh!”
Uriel desperately choked back a groan. Gathering strength in her freed hands, she moved to push Ferzen’s hand away as it violated her nipple...
“Ah......”
She shoved it aside.
His thick forearm yielded all too easily.
This can't be right.
Confusion was written plainly across Uriel's face.
“Hngh!”
Watching her, the corner of Ferzen's lips curled into a faint smirk. He reached out once more, seized her nipple, and rolled it between his fingers.
Soon, her hands moved toward him again in resistance...
Yet they possessed even less strength than before.
“Uriel.”
“......”
She did not answer his call.
“This is not resistance; it is an incitement meant to tantalize.”
“Your touch... makes me sick.”
“No one finds it easy to be honest with their feelings.”
“Ah...! Ahng!”
Her body shuddering, Uriel let out a lewd moan as Ferzen sank his teeth into her breast.
She clutched his hair, trying to push him away.
Yet the strength behind her hands... was still feeble.
Even though pain flared from the soreness of her engorged breasts, Uriel endured it.
And though she rebuked and condemned herself as she looked upon her own behavior, in the end... she tacitly permitted Ferzen to covet and ravish her chest.
To distort its shape as he pleased, leaving bite marks and cultivating red petals.
“Does this not make it certain, Uriel? You... desire to be cherished and loved by me. You want me... to ravish you.”
To Ferzen's words, Uriel spoke.
Her face flushed and gasping with pleasure, reeking of female musk, she parted her lips.
“You're raping me... so don't you dare... rationalize it......”
“I wonder who is the one rationalizing here......”
Scoffing at her words, Ferzen reached his hand downward.
All too easily, her legs parted to either side, and he left his mark along the inside of her thighs.
Because of her monthly cycle, a cloth was lined inside, so her pure white panties did not visibly betray the soaked cleft beneath.
However...
“It's sweet.”
The wet arousal dripping beside it, glossing the surrounding skin, met Ferzen's tongue and yielded a sweet taste.
“You crazy bastard... you pervert......”
Spewing curses out of unbearable shame and mortification, Uriel pounded Ferzen's head as his face buried between her thighs, but...
From the thighs touched by his lips, an intoxicating heat welled up relentlessly like a burn, impossible to withstand, and with every surge, her womb ached.
Almost as if... it felt bitter that conception was impossible during her period.
No......
A body crafted from birth solely for his sake sought to submit like a puppy rejoicing at its master's touch, but Uriel's reason desperately rejected it, refusing to acknowledge it.
Even when he flipped her body over, roughly fondling her large breasts like an udder being milked and licking down her spine;
Even when he made her bury her face in the pillow, forced her onto all fours like a dog with her hips lifted obscenely, gently stroking her buttocks and biting her earlobe—
“Ngh! Haah...!”
Uriel stubbornly pushed back against the physical pleasure and emotion threatening to invade her reason.
And so, at 7:20 PM.
Ferzen rose with utter composure.
Unlike his noble, unruffled demeanor, as though nothing had happened, the Uriel upon the bed was covered everywhere with his marks.
The lewd fluids trailing between her thighs soaked deeply into the bedding.
As if loathing to look upon herself like that...
She curled into a ball like an infant, sobbing like a child.
At that, Ferzen gently stroked Uriel’s body.
He hadn't intended to toy with her for this long.
More than the faint fragrance floating in the room, the scent of her skin inhaled directly was... like a drug, taking him a long time to pull away from.
At this rate, could it not be called a pheromone?
“Uriel.”
“......”
“I met with Corleone. The day to take you will likely come before long.”
“......”
“The physician will arrive shortly. Air out the room, and dress yourself modestly.”
“Hurry up and... piss off... Drop dead on your way......”
To her harsh and venomous send-off, Ferzen offered a faint smile and took his leave.
“Take good care of yourself, then. I shall... visit again.”
The door opened, and opening his umbrella, he quietly disappeared.
“Awful bastard......”
Left alone in the room, Uriel pulled the blanket over herself.
She had been nearly stripped naked before him, but...
Because Ferzen had seen through her far better than she had imagined, it felt as though her very mind had been stripped stark naked.
“Son of a bitch......”
Uttering meaningless curses, Uriel stroked her neck.
She looked down at her wrists, where his fingerprints remained clear as day.
And then, she slowly retraced the marks he had left across her body.
8:00 PM.
Knock, knock.
Braving the wind and rain, the physician knocked outside the door, but Uriel did not hear it.
In the end, the physician turned away and reported the fact to Ferzen.
Hearing the report, Ferzen wondered if Uriel had left, but...
She was still there.
In truth, she had never been able to leave in the first place.
Because once again, an intangible leash without a set promise—the promise that he would return—bound her thoroughly in place.
Such was the way of the world.
A flower planted in a field or garden bed could not transplant itself by its own will.
It could only wait for the bee to arrive, longing for the gardener who would tend to it...
For that was simply the natural order of things.