Chapter 24. I Returned to Bistiman (2)

“Miss, are you feeling unwell?”

Blue Rock.

The coachman carefully addressed his passenger who kept her head down while heading toward that uncommon destination.

She clutched an old cloth bag like a treasure, looking so pale as if someone had stolen her money.

“I know life is hard, but don’t skip meals. Hunger makes everything more miserable.”

Passengers heading to Blue Rock belonged to only two categories. Either the daughter of that house, or debt collectors threatening that daughter to pay back what she owed. So that gloomy expression must surely be about debt.

The carriage soon stopped in front of Blue Rock’s blue fence. Rosé offered coins, but the coachman waved them away. After all these years of driving her around.

“Make sure you eat something when you get inside, Miss.”

With the kind coachman’s parting advice, the carriage left Blue Rock. Only Rosé remained, stepping out of the carriage with a hardened face.

Blue Rock, which she faced after three months, was as desolate and quiet as the first day she had possessed this body. Even the crows flying above her head were the same. Tearing through that clichéd scenery, Rosé entered the mansion with angry steps.

During the carriage ride, she had mulled over that portrait face dozens of times.

How Lian Mora could be Elion, why he had disguised himself as a butler, why he had left such a ridiculous will. But her conclusion always came down to one thing.

He was a terrible con artist.

“Elion! Come out right now!”

Flinging open the front door, Rosé searched for him throughout the reception room, kitchen, and storage room.

Elion was in his private room on the second floor. Having heard Rosé’s voice, he came down the stairs. His appearance was unusually disheveled, as if he had been taking a rare nap.

He tried to show his delight but quickly closed his lips. Rosé burst into an empty laugh. Yes, he must have sensed something. She had never shown such an angry expression since her transmigration.

How diligent and docile a vessel she had been all this time. Finding conquest cards to absorb s*men, learning swordsmanship to avoid death, and even entering the boundary on her own.

‘That’s over now.’

Rosé took out the torn piece of paper from Dain’s study and waved it in front of him.

Lian Mora’s portrait.

The face of this man who resembled Elion too closely to be a coincidence.

“Tell me.”

“……Miss.”

“You’re Lian Mora. Right?”

No answer came. It might have been amusing if he had made some ingenious excuse, but he chose silence. Standing before him, Rosé laughed bitterly while openly comparing the portrait.

Lian Mora.

A man wearing a cloak like wandering mercenaries, with black hair barely covering his ears, thick straight eyebrows, dark purple eyes, deep-set eyes, and a high nose bridge.

The only differences between the Lian Mora in the portrait and him were the black butler uniform he wore and his slightly longer hair.

“I said tell me.”

Rosé climbed one step and mockingly called his name.

“You’re Lian, aren’t you?”

The answer came in an unexpected form.

Lian Mora (S-Tier)

Trait: A legendary hero who conquered the Tower of Chaos and prince of the fallen holy kingdom of Moire. As punishment for the incident he caused in the Tower of Chaos, he became a player in the game 〈Heroes Save with Their Bodies〉.

Appearance: Curly black hair flowing down, dark purple eyes. A body with nothing but muscle below the collarbone. Firm abs. Thighs that thicken as needed.

g*nitalia: Left placement. Very dark crimson color. Very thick veins. Very large t*sticles. Very strong output. Very curved. Very strong rigidity.

Average Monthly ej*culation Frequency: 8.2 times

Pubic Hair: Slightly low density. Slightly short. Black. Slightly thick. Slightly coarse.

Rewards: Health 3 Strength 3 Sensuality 2 Charisma 2 Intelligence 2 Faith 2 Sociability 1 Etiquette 1 Morality 1

Hidden f*tish: Blood

‘A conquest card?’

Lian Mora—this man was also a conquest target? And that comment about being a player……

‘Was I not the player?’

The satisfaction of discovering Elion’s identity lasted only briefly before her strength drained away. Nothing made sense anymore.

She felt dizzy, perhaps from the sudden influx of information overloading her mind.

“Miss.”

Lian descended one step closer to her. Rosé instinctively leaned backward.

“Miss, I……”

“Stay away!”

At that moment, Rosé’s foot slipped on the stair. Lian urgently wrapped his arm around her waist to prevent her fall. The gentle touch, warm body temperature, familiar breath……

For a while, Rosé stared blankly at his face. Then she bit her lower lip hard. The thought that she had been deceived all this time by this handsome face made her head boil.

“Can I really go back?”

Or is that not another lie from you?

“……Of course.”

A half-beat delayed answer.

This was infuriating.

“Let go of me.”

“Miss.”

He remained unmoved even when she struck his chest hard. Instead of releasing her, he held her waist tighter. She couldn’t tell what he was thinking. Neither confirming nor denying anything. Rosé pushed him away with all her strength.

“Let go! I said let go! You fraud!”

Tears welled up in Rosé’s eyes. Following the sense of betrayal came loneliness.

— Ms. Jang Jangmi! How could you deceive us so perfectly! We thought you were just working hard!

— Unfortunately, there’s no way for the company to log you out. I’m sorry about that.

— It’s impossible. I’m sorry.

She had been alone from the beginning. Not a single person was there to help her.

— Don’t worry, Miss. I will protect you.

She should have doubted him until the end. If only she had, at least now she wouldn’t……

“Miss.”

A voice pretending to be affectionate. Rosé squeezed her eyes shut. She didn’t want to hear or see him.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you from the beginning.”

His hands holding her waist were trembling. Was this also an act to deceive her?

“You’re right. I am… Lian Mora.”

She got his confession. She should feel relieved, but her heart sank as if she’d been shot again.

Rosé barely opened her eyes to look at the man who had been her butler. She sensed an anxiety in him that hadn’t been there before.

He looked like a child desperately clinging, afraid of being hated. The always composed man became desperate the moment he returned to being Lian.

She felt drained. If only he had denied it to the end, or even spouted some nonsense.

“……Let me go.”

Finally, a tired voice escaped her. She didn’t want to stay a moment longer in this Blue Rock where Lian’s touch lingered.

“I said let go.”

Rosé glared at him. To her, Lian asked self-deprecatingly:

“If I let go, will you leave me?”

It was a question that needed no consideration. But when she met his frightened eyes, she strangely couldn’t say anything. Time seemed to stop.

“Miss.”

The hand not holding her waist moved from her wrist to her shoulder, and finally cupped her cheek.

His firm hand, covered with small scars, was cooler than her flushed cheeks. When his slightly cold hand touched her skin, her ears twitched.

“What are you doing?”

“Don’t go.”

“What are you……”

His hand tightened. His head lowered and his breath came closer. Rosé knew where his purple eyes were looking. She also knew what he was trying to do.

But until their lips met, she couldn’t push him away.

“Mmph……”

The pleasant scent she had faintly detected in the reception room or dining room now enveloped her entire body. His tongue slipped between her naturally parted lips.

It was an explicit kiss she could never have imagined from someone who always maintained a certain distance. The hand gripping her waist conveyed a desperate determination not to let her go.

Even though this wasn’t her first kiss, Rosé exhaled a heated breath. His large tongue filled her mouth. Their tongues intertwined and sticky saliva transferred between them.

She needed air. But whenever she opened her mouth slightly, his invading tongue prevented her from breathing in.

“Hnngh, mmph……”

Her weakened body pressed against the railing. To keep from falling, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and his roughened breath poured over her along with his soft tongue.

His hand, which had timidly lingered around her cheek, now kneaded her delicate nape. It seemed to be seeking an excuse to move lower while touching her most sensitive spot below the ear.

While Rosé failed to push him away, his hand had already reached her collarbone. Soon it touched her full br*ast. Now the kiss was merely a screen to hide his base maneuver.

“Haa, mmng, nng.”

Rosé’s shoulders hunched. He persistently sucked on her lower lip, giving her no time to think.

His hand, which had lightly touched her br*ast, suddenly squeezed. Her full bosom crumpled in Lian’s hand.

Lian slightly opened his eyes and carefully observed Rosé’s face as she struggled to receive his tongue. She didn’t seem to be refusing. He closed his eyes again and slowly pulled down her blouse below her chest.

“Mmph, wait…, mmng!”

When her br*asts sprang free, Lian lowered his head as if he’d been waiting and swallowed her n*pple. A slightly sweaty milk scent rose from the n*pple that had been confined in her clothes for so long. Grasping both br*asts with his hands, he gently chewed on the n*pple between his teeth until it properly stiffened.

The pinkish ar*ola gradually darkened, and bumps emerged. The ar*ola was sucked into his mouth as the n*pple bumps were strongly suctioned. When the n*pple finally popped out of his mouth, it was pitifully red and swollen.

“Haa, Miss……”

The focus disappeared from Lian’s eyes as he looked up. Unlike his lips that touched her gently again, his hands still remained on her br*asts.

The br*ast that had been devoured by him was covered with embarrassingly red marks everywhere.

Until then, Rosé had been in a daze, but she startled and pushed against his chest. But her wrist was immediately caught.

“I like you.”

Rosé’s body froze momentarily as she tried to pull her hand away. Taking advantage of this opening, Lian pulled her waist closer and said,

“So if I can’t let you go, will you stay?”

Rosé’s brown eyes, unable to find their bearings, turned to Lian. Anger, betrayal, despair—but ridiculously, the final emotion was anticipation.

“You… like me?”

Her face with furrowed brows was flushed. Lian caressed those red cheeks and imitated a desperate voice.

“Yes, I like you, Miss.”

Then, as if unable to contain his emotions, he pulled Rosé into his embrace again.

But that was a calculated move. It was merely a deception to check the system window that appeared over her shoulder.

〈SYSTEM〉 The automatic nurturing system is terminated due to the conquest of nurturee ‘Rosé Mora’.

The nurturee’s free will is adjusted to 75%.

Accordingly, the nurturer control system is now open.

Good. One corner of Lian’s mouth smoothly curved upward.

The nurturer control system. A system activated whenever he, the player, conquered a nurturee, granting the nurturer exclusive authority to control the nurturee.

It would have been better if he could open it with just a kiss like when he summoned the Sword of Asker, but the control system demanded escalating levels each time.

Kiss, then br*asts. The love confession wasn’t part of the plan, but it became necessary to justify his actions.