I Just Wanted to Avoid Death - Chapter 92
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Yeshion’s heart pounded so violently it felt like it would burst out of his chest, and cold sweat began to pour.
Dizziness came in waves, and his vision flickered in and out.
It was distinctly different from before—when his strength had simply vanished, and he’d blacked out completely. This time, he was trying to hold on.
“You… what did you… it’s working?”
Adelio looked up in astonishment at the change in his body.
“Ugh!”
But in contrast, Yeshion felt a formless something tearing his heart to shreds. Each breath felt like his lungs were being ripped apart, and pained gasps spilled from his parted lips.
“…Yeshion?”
The joy that had briefly touched Adelio’s face quickly twisted into confusion and urgency.
He grasped Yeshion’s shoulders and called out his name, his voice shaking.
“Hey! Yeshion!”
“Haa… Hk!”
Droplets of saliva fell from Yeshion’s open mouth, his jaw slack. This wasn’t the pain of failing to control divine power—it was something else entirely.
Where Adelio’s hand touched him, it burned like fire.
“Let go…”
Yeshion slapped away the hand gripping his shoulder. It was like touching flames. If he stayed like that, it felt like he’d really get burned.
But the moment Adelio let go, Yeshion’s legs gave out, and he collapsed where he stood.
It was strange.
The spot that had burned under Adelio’s touch now felt cool, even refreshing.
As his body temperature skyrocketed, hot breath escaped his lips.
“You… don’t tell me…”
“It’s hot—no, it’s cold… Eldis… Eldis…”
Like a man possessed, Yeshion repeated Eldis’s name over and over. Maybe Eldis would know what was happening.
Maybe he knew why using divine power had brought on such a state. Had he done something wrong?
As Yeshion gasped for breath and crawled toward the door, Adelio stood abruptly and rushed to him.
Then, without warning, he pulled Yeshion into a tight embrace.
“Stay with me.”
The quiet voice slipped into his ears, and in that moment, Yeshion’s body went stiff like he’d been struck by lightning.
It was more than just hot and cold alternating—His lower abdomen pulsed with a sudden, intense heat. The sensation focused all at once there.
It felt like his brain would explode unless he grabbed his c**k and relieved himself right then and there.
If he just bit down on that soft skin in front of him— if he just took it, maybe this thirst would go away.
“Yeshion.”
That voice whispered sweetly in his ear again.
He had to bite that voice. The urge overtook all reason.
Yeshion parted his lips and bit Adelio’s neck.
Adelio winced at the sharp pain, his brows furrowing as he held Yeshion tighter in his arms. The way Yeshion squirmed in his embrace—his small body restless—felt eerily familiar.
Of course Adelio recognized it. These were the same symptoms only he had known.
The princess’s curse.
The very one that had driven him to madness for years.
The burning heat, the pain, the blinding urge that blurred the line between destruction and desire. Adelio had lived with that curse for years. He knew exactly what it looked like.
There were even more obvious reasons.
“…Touch it, Yeshion.”
Yeshion was pressing close, hips grinding against him. Something Yeshion—normal Yeshion—would never do.
‘Why…?’
Why were his symptoms showing up in Yeshion? That had never happened when the Saintess treated him. So why now?
But there was no time to dwell on it.
“Adelio… I feel… ngh, something’s wrong…”
“Yeah. Damn it. You wouldn’t be calling me by name like that if you were okay.”
Adelio muttered a curse and tightened his hold on Yeshion.
Even if he ran to Eldis right now, what could he do?
Neither the Saintess nor Eldis had ever been able to break his curse.
“Damn it, what do I do…”
No. There was a way.
The solution was simple.
Remove that thick ceremonial robe. Spread those legs. Grab his s***t and move.
Push himself into that tight, quivering hole and thrust until it all subsided—and maybe, just maybe, Yeshion would return to normal.
‘But…’
If he did that, their relationship would never be the same again.
It might be something they could never undo.
“Adel… ngh…”
Yeshion’s weak, trembling voice echoed again, calling his name, and Adelio’s conflict only deepened.
He wanted to fix it. More than anything. But if he did that—if he crossed that line—Yeshion might hate him.
He might leave a wound in the heart of someone who only ever tried to help him.
Most of all… He didn’t want Yeshion to hate him.
“Adelio… please, help me…”
