[Honest Emotions]

Unable to eat anything until evening, Belita groaned as she lay on the sofa. She was completely exhausted from running to the bathroom countless times due to the nausea that rose whenever she smelled food. Though drowsiness was overwhelming her, nausea kept rising, perhaps due to her empty stomach. The culprit who had reduced her body to this state had satisfied his lust in the morning and disappeared, not returning even as late evening approached.

Tears welled up in Belita’s eyes as she lay almost like a corpse, panting. She couldn’t understand why her mood kept fluctuating. Perhaps due to her physical discomfort, she kept feeling melancholic. Anger would boil up, then quickly be replaced by depression. She resented him for not being by her side, yet she waited for him to return soon.

“Uwup!”

With rising nausea again, Belita quickly covered her mouth and ran into the bathroom. After retching for a long time, she collapsed on the bathroom floor. Her tear ducts seemed broken, as tears kept flowing. She had never imagined that meeting a child would be this difficult and painful.

After sitting and crying for a long time, Belita, who lacked the energy to stand up, crawled out on all fours. As she struggled to climb onto the bed, the door suddenly opened. Looking toward the door with hollow eyes, she saw the man who hadn’t shown his face all day finally appear.

“Wife.”

Rian hurried toward Belita, whose face was not only contorted but also deathly pale. He lifted her body easily, laid her on the bed, and asked with worried eyes,

“Are you alright?”

“……”

Seeing him, Belita bit her lower lip tightly at the surging emotion that made her jaw ache. She glared at Rian with resentful eyes and swallowed her tears. However, her once-broken emotions soon burst forth again, and the falling tears eventually erupted into crying.

“Hic….”

“Wife.”

“Huuung!”

Rian was bewildered by Belita’s sudden loud crying. It was the second time. The second time she had cried so sorrowfully in front of him. But unlike the previous time, Rian didn’t know what to do about her sobbing, mixed with wailing.

“Wife….”

“I hate you, hic…. You’re bad! You’re really the worst! Huuung!”

There was no strength in the hands hitting Rian’s chest. Nevertheless, she hit his chest repeatedly while sobbing. Rian, who had been silently taking the hits, hugged her tightly, fearing she might collapse. Then he kissed her cheek and stroked her back.

“I’m sorry. Really…. Really, I’m sorry.”

Did he even know what he was apologizing for? Had he thought about why she was crying so sorrowfully?

Because she hated the man who was trying to deceive her again with empty words without knowing anything, Belita’s crying grew louder. She hit the back of the man who was holding her tightly, weakly, and cried for a long time.

How long had she cried? Her damp eyelids had swollen even more than in the morning. Blinking her fish-like eyes, Belita groaned as she lay down. Her head was ringing after crying for so long. Even then, embarrassed by her swollen face, Belita turned her body away from Rian, who was looking at her with worried eyes.

“Wife. I heard you haven’t eaten anything. Is your stomach very uncomfortable?”

“……”

“Just in case, I brought some fruit. I’ll bring it soon, so please try to eat at least that.”

“……I don’t want to eat. It’s hard to throw up….”

“Still,”

“I said I don’t want to eat.”

Rian’s mouth closed at Belita’s flat refusal. But who was he? When one personality failed, another came out and scraped at her insides.

“Why do you keep my c*ck fluid down but throw up food? Does protein suit your taste better?”

At Rian’s suddenly vulgar tone, Belita turned her head sharply and glared at him fiercely. The face that had been full of apology had disappeared without a trace, replaced by a sly face smiling brightly.

“So when the fruit comes, try to eat it, even forcibly. You need to eat something to put strength in those fists. I can’t tell if you’re hitting me or touching me because you’re turned on.”

“Get out!”

“After I see you eat. If you can’t eat that either, I’ll have to feed you protein again, right?”

“……Crazy bastard.”

“Hmm, I know, right? Even if you don’t keep saying it, I know I’m a crazy bastard. So eat no matter what.”

As she glared at him, grinding her teeth, there was a knock on the door. When she quickly covered herself with the blanket, she heard someone opening the door and entering. It seemed they had brought the fruit he mentioned. Calm footsteps approached, then quietly disappeared without a word. When she heard the door close, the blanket she had covered herself with was suddenly pulled off.

“Get up. Even if you throw up again, at least swallow something first. That’s how you survive.”

“I hate it!”

“Hmm, then should I put my c*ck in your mouth again?”

Belita, whose anger had reached its peak at the man’s irritating words, sat up abruptly and tried to shout fiercely. Or rather, tried to shout but got stuck, to be more accurate.

“Get out, hmph!”

Taking advantage of her open mouth, something slipped inside. Belita, who had frowned intensely at the sudden fruit in her mouth, hurriedly covered it with her hand. Afraid that nausea might rise again, she quickly tried to get up and run to the bathroom but was stopped by Rian’s hand grabbing her. A moment of silence passed. With furrowed brows, Belita glared at Rian while standing awkwardly.

“Chew it.”

As the sweet and sour taste numbed her tongue, her mouth filled with saliva. But fearing that swallowing might trigger that painful retching again, Belita shook her head and stood her ground.

Seeing Belita stubbornly refusing what seemed perfectly edible, Rian clicked his tongue with a ‘tsk.’ Then, popping a piece of fruit into his own mouth, he grumbled.

“You’re just getting more stubborn by the day. I thought only your hands were getting worse, but your mouth is getting foul too, and you never listen.”

After demonstrably chewing and swallowing, he took another piece and popped it into his mouth again.

“Still, since it’s all because of hormones, I, with my generous heart, will have to understand. But you must eat this. If you throw this up too, you’ll really end up swallowing my c*ck again.”

“!?”

He suddenly grabbed Belita’s hand, and her weak body collapsed into his arms. He removed the hand covering her mouth and kissed her without hesitation. He pressed his tongue against hers, passing the fruit between them. Trapped between their entwined tongues, the fruit soon burst, releasing a fresh, sweet, and tangy aroma that spread through her senses.

* * *

Rian watched Belita with narrowed eyes but smiling lips as she chewed with her cheeks puffed full of fruit. When had she gone from making faces like she was being fed poison to focusing entirely on the fruit, ignoring him despite his lower body standing stiff from just one kiss? He found her annoying yet somehow adorable.

“Eat slowly. I won’t take it from you.”

“You ate two pieces already.”

Her pronunciation was barely intelligible with her mouth so full, yet she was glaring and complaining that he had eaten just two pieces for her sake. How unfair. Did she know what he had gone through to get this fruit? If she knew, she wouldn’t speak like that. Though he was glad she was enjoying the hard-earned fruit, he couldn’t help but pout.

“I told you it was delicious, right? Why didn’t you listen?”

“Huff…… It’s not delicious. I’m barely eating it because it doesn’t make me feel sick.”

“……Ha! Don’t eat it then.”

“Give it back!”

The two faced each other, clutching the same plate, glaring fiercely. One trying to take it away, the other refusing to let go. But for the first time, he was quite pleased that the one trying to take it had two personalities.

“You madman. We finally found something she can swallow, and what are you doing? Wife, please eat comfortably.”

“Ah, yes. Thank you, Your Grace.”

The man who had been glaring and about to snatch the plate suddenly placed it before her with a gentle smile. Belita quickly pulled the plate toward herself and continued chewing, snorting a “Hmph!” The man’s expression contorted, then smiled, then changed grotesquely. By now familiar with even this sight, Belita focused solely on the food passing down her throat after so long, regardless of what he did.

“Is it delicious?”

“Yes. It’s really delicious.”

Belita answered while busily moving her hands, putting food in her mouth and chewing, responding to Rian’s gentle question.

“But why did you say it wasn’t delicious earlier?”

“Um…… gulp That’s because you kept smirking, and it annoyed me.”

“Ah…… You were annoyed. I see……”

Feeling something strange despite continuously eating the fruit, Belita glanced at Rian. He still wore a gentle smile, but one corner of his mouth was twisted upward in a way that seemed to belong to Crazy Rian.

“Our child says he’s uncomfortable. Rian, please go rest now.”

“Ah, would you like Rian to leave?”

“Yes. Please, just let His Grace stay.”

In response to Belita’s articulate reply, delivered like revenge, the slightly raised corner of his mouth stretched into a full grin. Though he was clearly smiling, his mouth twitched as if having a spasm. She was no longer unfamiliar with such expressions, knowing both personalities were present. But she had overlooked one thing: that Crazy Rian could also use formal speech.

“It seems you’ve grown tired of me?”

“?”

“You’ve had your fill of my c*ck, so now you’re longing for another man’s?”

“……”

Her hand, about to put the last piece of fruit into her mouth, paused. She felt a chill as the man glared at her with a smile. She could tell at a glance which personality this was. Flustered, Belita swallowed hard and called out the name she shouldn’t have.

“Y-Your Grace. P-please talk with me… Ah!”

“H-His Grace is, not, here, is he? Let’s talk, wife.”