Irel blankly stared at the beautiful face that was passionately enjoying her despair. The wall surrounding her was as high as iron bars, everything in sight was dark, and the air caressing her skin was colder than ice and snow.
She was completely imprisoned in his domain. And this cunning man will absolutely not let her go easily. Even though she knew that, Irel still couldn't help but open her trembling lips and beg:
“Please let me go home… My family will be worried.”
“Hmm.”
Before answering, Mr. Varkan slowly exhaled a thick cloud of cigarette smoke through his red lips. Even that hazy smoke surrounded Ms. Irel like invisible iron bars, suffocating her.
“Do you want to go home?” He stretched out his tongue and gently licked the thick lower lip as if he were tasting the flavor, then asked again. Faced with that question, Ms. Irel coughed and quickly nodded. Varkan smiled faintly when he saw that pitiful appearance, then decisively replied:
“No way.”
He enjoyed watching Miss Irel's face turn pale because of his words. Although her appearance of about to faint was pitiful, it was inevitable. After all, his hobby is kidnapping a princess and violating her.
But pushing too hard is also not good. If so, the prey trapped in the jar may struggle wildly, crashing its head into the wall and dying.
"Not sure. If Miss Irel is a little more reasonable, maybe I will change my mind."
“I, cough cough… how will you let me go home…”
Unfortunately, Ms. Irel could not finish the sentence completely. Every time she breathed, the cigar smoke that Mr. Varkan exhaled seemed to block her nose and mouth.
It is a smoke with an aftertaste that is both bitter and strangely sweet. But the taste was so strong that it made her dizzy, suffocated, and had a tingling sensation deep in her stomach. Therefore, in the constant coughing, his voice became booming, and then at a certain point, she could no longer hear anything.
“Ah…” Unbeknownst to Irel, the cigar that Mr. Varkan always sucked on was like poison. It was a drug so strong that a normal person could faint with just one breath. How could her weak body endure it?
Irel, who was staggering while clutching his forehead, suddenly collapsed. Before her small, weak head could touch the marble floor, Varkan gently supported her body with one arm.
“Wow.” He smiled bitterly, casually extinguishing his cigar. Then, as if wanting to blow away the remaining aftertaste in his mouth, he gently placed a kiss on the unconscious girl's nape. Immediately, a sweet and fleeting fragrance like cotton candy spread throughout his mouth.
It was the scent that made Varkan crave and desire so much. How many nights has he had to soothe his burning body alone because of it?
Therefore, he cannot let her go. No matter how much she cried and begged, absolutely not.
“So why did you catch my eye?”
Makes him want to possess. Varkan caressed her long hair with a possessive gesture. He gently caressed her cheek, then picked her up and walked towards the bedroom.
From her skin to her hair, everything on her body is soft and fragrant. He also liked the feeling of that slender body shaking slightly in his arms with each step. And that face that tried to pretend not to tremble was even more to his liking.
“Of course, that doesn't mean I'll hold back.”
His hollow laughter echoed in the cold hallway.
When she opened her eyes again, it was a red bedroom. Of course, it wasn't her bedroom at the Elorance mansion, but it was still the strange place where she first woke up.
Thus, Irel finds himself still imprisoned in Varkan's mansion. ‘Oh my God.’ My spirit, which was still in a daze after waking up, suddenly became extremely tense, as if I had been doused with cold water. Before being completely controlled by that man, she must find a way to escape at all costs.
Just as she was about to sit up from her side lying position on the bed. A hot hand grabbed her shoulder, pressing her back onto the bed.
“Where are you going again?”
A warm, musk-like scent, subtle and passionate. The scent was rich in musk, mixed with the strong smell of cigars, a bit bitter and very heavy, a smell she remembered smelling a few times.
‘Varkan?’ Irel really felt his heart drop. Even though his body is so big, if he wants, he can act without making any noise. Like a black panther hiding its claws, curled up in the shade, just waiting for the opportunity to pounce.
“Did you sleep well?” Varkan pulled her frozen body close, kissing her eyelids. It was a loving gesture like that of a lover, but Ms. Irel was truly terrified, her face drained of blood when she received that kiss.
She is currently lying alone in bed with Varkan. She felt that even hanging from the cliff would not be as dangerous as now.
“Let go, let me go.” Irel struggled, trying to get out of his arms. But his arms and legs, which were binding her tightly, did not move, making all her efforts meaningless.
Even though Masaka possessed physical abilities superior to those of humans, this was no different than a fight between a five-year-old child and an adult. After trying for a long time, Irel was finally exhausted and panting. Varkan's eyes became strange as he enjoyed watching her struggle.
“Ah, if you keep panting like that… I'm going to get a little excited.”
Hearing those words, Irel took a deep breath. Varkan could take her at any time, right here, if he wanted. Because this is his mansion, and no one can stop him, the great Masaka and leader of the underworld.
"Why are you shivering all of a sudden? Is it cold?"
Varkan, sensing Irel's agitation through the contact of his body, tilted his head. He was a terrifyingly observant man, so there was no way he wouldn't know why she was like that. Yet, he pretended not to know, chuckled and pressed his body even closer.
“I guess I should get you warmed up.”
His breath coming closer was hot. Irel cowered timidly, feeling like a small mouse being toyed with by a large foot.
No matter how desperately she resisted, she couldn't give Varkan even the slightest scratch. Thinking of that, she suddenly felt empty, her strength slowly drained from her body.
Varkan noticed the change and looked down at her, as if trying to gauge what she was up to. Looking up at his dazzling face, Irel weakly asked:
“What do I have to do for you to return me?”
If her strength didn't work, she had to find another way. It's impossible to escape anyway, finding some compromise to minimize losses is the wiser way. It is the inevitable survival method of the weak.
"Do you want to go back? I don't want you to leave yet."
Varkan smiled brightly, as if he didn't understand what she meant. But his eyes, staring intently at her without blinking, were as deep and dark as a bottomless swamp. So deep that she didn't dare imagine what was lurking inside.
“Please, let me leave this place.” Irel repeated his plea, even though he knew it was useless. But Varkan, taking out a cigar and lighting it, tilted his head and chuckled.
"Um... Your begging voice is quite cute. Let's try begging a little more?"
So desperate. He placed Irel in the palm of his hand, watching her try to jump around. Even if Irel got injured or fell on his face in the process, to him, it was just a small pleasure.
Realizing this, tears like mist began to form in Irel's pale blue eyes. Seeing that, the corners of Varkan's lips stiffened slightly in discomfort.
‘I hate the way tears flow.’ He hates noisy things. The rumbling noises seemed to amplify the pain from the poisonous blood flowing through his veins every minute and every second.
For that reason, he is even more cruel to those who cry, scream or beg. Of course, he wasn't stupid enough to kill a precious Receiver just because she was noisy, but the rising frustration was inevitable.
However, Irel did not cry. She closed her eyes so tightly that her pale eyelashes wrinkled, holding back the tears that threatened to flow, then slowly asked:
“What do you want?”
“What do you think I want?”
“Please. If you tell me exactly what you want from me, perhaps… we can negotiate faster, is that okay?”
Even though she had a pitiful pleading tone, she did not back down to the end. So Varkan was a bit impressed. He didn't expect to see this side of Irel, who always trembled every time she saw him.
[Ding! Varkan's favorability has increased by 3.]
Everything that is unpredictable is exciting. The ability that Irel Elorance showed at the hat shop was similar. Varkan slightly expected that she could bring him more joy.
“Miss Irel is indeed very courageous.”
If so, he should treat her accordingly. Varkan smirked, broke the unlit cigar in his hand, and threw it on the floor. Then he sat up, leaned his head on his big arm, and looked down at the girl lying below him.
“Are you asking me what I desire?” His beautiful eyes slowly glanced over Irel. That look, as if it would drain everything from her body, down to her bones, was so persistent.
"It's simple. I am an extremely powerful Masaka, and I need a Receiver worthy of me." His hand reached out and caressed Irel's cheek meaningfully. And he slowly used his thumb to wipe away the tears still lingering in the corners of her eyes.
“I hope it's you, Irel Elorance.”
The hand that she initially thought was wiping her tears gradually began to rub them more widely. Making the corners of her pitiful eyes redder and wetter.