Chapter 4. I Hate You

“Hah…”

Allen brushed back the hair that had fallen over his eyes, his gaze languidly lowered. The female body beneath him shuddered from the waves of cl*max. Between her limp legs, he stared at the soaking w*t, quivering spot, wiping the fl*ids from his mouth with the back of his hand.

‘…This is strange.’

Suddenly, he furrowed one eyebrow. An inexplicable sense of discord had been bothering him since earlier. Clearly, the woman before him was the damned Ailexia, yet she felt strangely like someone else.

From the moment she unbuttoned his shirt and touched his body with those hateful, delicate hands that always dragged him into the abyss.

‘Clumsy and inexperienced.’

He hadn’t noticed anything unusual when she pushed him down and climbed on top to kiss him first. Her actions weren’t much different from what he usually saw. It was so natural that the sequence of events that followed played out in his mind.

So he closed his eyes, responding to her kiss, thinking to lose himself in pl*asure. He relaxed his body, repeating the familiar thought of protecting his dignity and pride as a human being. That was the last bastion for him, someone who had nothing left.

But her touch felt awkward. Like someone who knew nothing about lovemaking.

He couldn’t help but feel strange. Ailexia’s touch was always skillful and adept, befitting a woman who had seen and done it all.

After finishing everything and returning to his room, he always despised himself for succumbing to the pl*asure and losing to her. There were countless nights when he felt like tearing apart his own body, which reacted every time, feeling no different from an animal.

‘Is she acting?’

Naturally, suspicion arose first. What kind of act was she putting on this time, and how did she intend to toy with him? Ailexia’s torment had always come from unexpected directions. Distrust was inevitable.

But at the same time, he wondered. Why would Ailexia pretend to be a virgin among all possible acts?

She never regretted or felt remorse for spending countless nights with men and intertwining their bodies. She wouldn’t have any lingering attachment to purity. She was always busy seeking more stimulating pleasures, so such a thing would be a waste of time for her.

Allen paused and scrutinized. The more he did, the deeper his suspicion grew.

‘She wouldn’t act like this just from climaxing once.’

Ailexia never savored the afterglow of the first cl*max for long. Making him kneel and lick until she was satisfied was just the beginning for her. After that, she would immediately stomp on his c*ck, rub it until it was erect, and humiliate him.

That was her way of saying not to get conceited for making her feel pl*asure, and at the same time, it was just a game for her.

[“You really do look best beneath me. Don’t you think so, Al?”]

[“Look at this. You always say you despise and hate me, but your body tells the truth. When will you finally submit like this honest body of yours? I can’t wait for that day.”]

Suddenly, her cruel voice, filled with laughter, echoed in his ears like a hallucination. Once, he thought that voice was salvation, but now it was the voice that dragged him into the abyss.

Allen furrowed his brows and tightly closed his eyes as if shaking off the echoing voice. When he opened his purple eyes again, they were filled with hatred and anger towards her, and self-deprecation mixed chaotically.

‘Stupid bastard.’

He cursed himself without hesitation. Every time, he felt incredibly foolish. Despite hating and despising the woman who endlessly humiliated and shamed him, he continually analyzed and scrutinized her intentions.

And it didn’t end there. He felt uneasy and anxious when Ailexia didn’t seek him out. Like a dog afraid of being abandoned by its owner.

‘Why.’

Why can’t I get away from you?

A self-deprecating question consumed him. But in fact, he already knew the answer to this question.

“…It’s all your fault.”

Allen roughly unbuckled his belt. As he pulled out what had already been swollen, an enormous c*ck bobbed into view. He spread her legs wider, repositioning himself between them.

As he pressed his body close, the blunt tip of his manhood, placed atop her lower abdomen, reached up to her navel. Allen lightly rocked his hips back and forth, as if to coat himself with her copious fl*ids. From the distinctly bulging veins on the sh*ft to the gl*ns, it gradually became soaked in her juices.

“You shouldn’t have reached out to me that day, in that place.”

“Huh, wait… Ah!”

Then, without warning, he spread one side of her l*bia with his thumb and thrust himself in at once.

“Haa…!”

She had no time to stop him, blinking in a daze. Her hands, which instinctively flailed at the sensation of her body being pulled, froze helplessly in mid-air, and her waist, which had been lying limply on the bed, tensed and lifted off the sheets.

The sudden intrusion caused her insides to convulse. The sensation of being roughly split apart, with him driving in mercilessly, made her previously steady breathing hitch.

But Allen, indifferent to her reactions, began to thrust. Roughly and even more roughly.

“You shouldn’t have acted like you were saving me!”

“Ah, ugh, mm…!”

The bedroom quickly filled with lewd sounds. Allen didn’t stop plunging deeply inside her. Watching her face, quickly overwhelmed by pl*asure, he gritted his teeth until his jawline stood out sharply and twisted her arm.

“I hate you so much. I want to kill you, abandon you, ha.”

Her face was no longer visible; all he could see was her beautifully curved body and platinum blonde hair. He gripped her slender waist painfully tight and resumed his movements. Like a beast in heat, he pressed his chest to her back and vented all his pent-up rage inside her.

Just as she always tore him apart.

But the more he did, the deeper his feelings sank into a complex mire. He wanted her to suffer like him, to feel even a fraction of the contradictory emotions and the resulting anger he felt. Yet, despite his rough treatment, it was he who ended up in pain.

In the end, the damned human wasn’t Ailexia but himself. His foolish and stupid self, unable to escape her even now. Ailexia’s toy, Allen, with nothing left but to go mad as she said.

“Haa…”

Allen stopped moving. The heat radiating from his instinctively reacting body blurred his vision. He wanted to let everything go. After all, there was no other path left for him, who had nothing.

It was at that moment, as he was about to give in to the urge to abandon everything.

“Huh, huh… It’s strange. Stop…”

Words that Ailexia would never say reached his ears. His hazy mind cleared as if doused with cold water.

“Who, who…”

“Ailexia.”

Allen urgently grabbed her arm and pulled her towards him. Her body, easily following, was hugged from behind as he gently turned her chin to meet his gaze.

Her deep pink eyes, which had been clouded with heat, now held a faint confusion and focus.

Allen’s heart sank, and he hurriedly turned her to face him, cupping her cheeks.

“Ailexia, it’s Allen. Look at me.”

“…Allen?”

“…Yes, it’s Allen. So… Ugh, Ailexia?”

Allen called her urgently, trying to awaken her wandering mind. Her delicate voice, whispering the name she hadn’t called since their first night together, made him pause, not realizing how foolish he was.

Then he saw it clearly.

Her deep pink eyes, as if they belonged to someone else, held a strange light.

But before he could confirm it further, it vanished in a blink, as if it had been an illusion. Simultaneously, the heat returned to her eyes, spreading like paint, and she pushed him back.

Allen, feeling the soft mattress beneath him, couldn’t immediately grasp the situation. He looked up blankly at the woman who had climbed on top of him.

The woman, who had been limp like a doll while he thrust into her, now smiled with a lifted corner of her mouth.

Ah. At that moment, he realized. This was just another one of her tricks.

And he instinctively knew. He would… fall into the abyss she created once again.

“Allen.”

Her voice called him, the same as always, as if the earlier trembling was a lie. This time, he didn’t react foolishly. Instead, he closed his eyes tightly and opened them again.

His purple eyes, which had seemed resigned to letting everything go, now burned with deep contempt and hatred.

“…I really hate you.”

He spat out the words like a curse, sitting up abruptly. Like a beast attacking, he grabbed her by the nape of her neck with his large hand. He pressed his lips to hers forcefully, biting down hard.

The fierce movement caused her to fall back again. Laughing self-deprecatingly at their struggle, he withdrew his still-embedded c*ck to the tip and then rammed it back to the root.

“Even to the point where I hate myself.”

His purple eyes, capturing her once again succumbing to the pl*asure, laughed as if crying.