It Seems Like The Infamous Trash Can is Right Here! - Chapter 99
And now…
Unbelievably, tonight, Lionel had spent his first night with Serenia.
Dawn began to break.
A faint, deep-blue glow seeped through the crack in the curtains, brushing against Serenia’s bare feet as she slept soundly in his arms.
Carefully, Lionel reached out, pulling the blanket over her feet.
It felt as though, once the sunlight fully broke through, this entire night would disappear like a fleeting illusion. As if Serenia herself might vanish, as if she had never existed in the first place. The fear gnawed at him.
He had actually felt the same all night.
Even as he kissed her again and again, as he pushed into her, deeper and deeper, until neither of them could take anymore, even then, it had all felt so terribly unreal.
What if he closed his eyes and opened them, would he find the woman in his arms gone? So he hadn’t slept, and instead, he had spent the entire night watching her.
‘What if I suddenly regress again?’
Lionel had always assumed Serenia’s death was the key to his regression, but he had never been certain. Because that day, it wasn’t just her death that happened.
Perhaps it had only felt like the most shattering event to him.
He didn’t even know if this moment of happiness could end at any second.
And if it did… if he woke up to find himself back at his father’s funeral, empty-handed…
Then… Would he survive it? Could he endure it?
Lionel tightened his arms around Serenia. He clutched her close, pressing her against him.
‘No, I can’t.’
She was the best thing he had.
The most beautiful. The most precious.
She was his first and last love. The woman who would be his wife. His family.
Even Serenia, who had cherished her father and brother more than anything, had chosen Lionel.
Even if it was a lie, even if she had only said she loved him to reassure her brother.
She had still chosen to stay.
She had taken him into her arms, held onto him, let him fill her completely.
In doing so, she became his. Completely, and utterly his.
How weak and pathetic a man becomes when he has something to lose.
Lionel would and could never throw himself into danger again. No more setting traps with his own body as bait. No more reckless schemes that placed him one step from death.
Now, he understood the Count of Solen and Vaikal. For their entire lives, without fail, they had fought to protect Serenia.
How many times had they failed, and what had they thought? What kind of suffering did they experience?
Even just imagining it made Lione’s chest feel tight. His blood ran cold.
He had written a clause at the end of their contract, hadn’t he? One that promised he would love her to death.
But in truth, there was no effort needed.
If anything, he would have to try to hold back, because right now, he was far too deep.
“Mm…”
Serenia made a small noise, shifting in his hold. Had he held her too tightly?
As he stroked her soft, silken hair, which looked as fluffy as a baby bird, Lionel pressed a kiss to her forehead. Her brow, which had creased in discomfort, smoothed once more.
Then, she nuzzled against his chest.
“…Hngh.”
Oh no.
This was bad.
She was too cute. Too sweet. And unfortunately, his body reacted.
‘How the hell am I getting aroused just from just looking at this calm face?’
He didn’t want to believe it, but he was that kind of scum.
He thought about how deep he had buried himself inside her. How she had been so tight, so hot, so utterly gripping him as he plunged into her again and again.
And as slick fluid leaked from the tip, the evidence of his arousal smeared against her bare thigh.
Serenia shifted again, her brow knitting in discomfort, and Lionel stiffened, conflicted as he observed her discomfort.
It was something he’d tried to ignore whenever they were together, but the direct contact with her soft, bare skin was so different than when they were clothed.
They had spent the night together after all.
Once that line was crossed, there was no going back.
