The Only Way to Break the Curse is Through Contact with You - Chapter 79 Part 1

#79.1

‘You’re angry.’

I closed my eyes tightly once again. The cold image of Diart confronting me flashed through my mind like a ghost. Just the thought was painful, but I couldn’t fathom how much worse it would be to actually experience it.

I felt Diart, who had been standing some distance away, approaching steadily. As he got closer, my shoulders trembled. When I hesitantly lowered my eyes, I could see Diart’s shoes right in front of the hem of my dress.

“Explain it in detail.”

I hesitated at Diart’s words and slowly began to speak.

“There has been a curse passed down in your family for a long time.”

I slowly explained the curse of the Wheaton family to him.

“The only way to break the curse is through contact with the opposite sex…”

“Since when?”

After listening silently to the story of how I ended up touching a rose in the eastern study and discovering the curse in a book, Diart abruptly interrupted me. The temperature in the room seemed to drop at least 5 degrees with his cold voice.

“Yes?”

It was only then that I looked up at him. I realized something was strange. The eyes of the man, who had been sobbing and trembling just moments ago, were excessively clear. There was not a single hint of redness, not from the bright white of his eyes to his dry, smooth cheeks. He didn’t look like someone who had been crying at all.

‘Huh?’

My gut instinct told me something was wrong.

“I asked when you were cursed.”

Diart raised his eyebrows when I blinked my eyes in confusion. I awkwardly responded without fully understanding the situation.

“It’s been about a month and a half… No, I think it’s been about two months…”

As I lengthened the period of the curse, wrinkles appeared between Diart’s eyebrows. I watched his reaction while keeping my mouth shut.

“So you went to some kind of masquerade ball or something to break the curse.”

I grinned vaguely, reflexively trying to answer. How did he know about that?

Things were definitely getting weird.

“So.”

Diart suddenly took a step forward. His golden eyes gleamed ominously. Without realizing it, I instinctively took a step back.

“In order to break the curse, you have been meeting and dating men all this time.”

“Ah, yes… that’s…”

“Leaving me, your husband.”

“…What?”

“You were going to leave me, your husband, and break that curse with some bastard.”

That’s because you won’t let me touch you.

“…Uhm, Diart?”

I want to get out of here right now. Because Diart, who had kept his mouth tightly shut as if pondering something, had gradually turned grim.

‘Let’s get out of here while we can.’

It was at that moment that I hesitantly approached the door,

“It’s fine.”

Diart spoke up in a voice that was clearly not okay.

“There will never be such a thing again. Understand?”

Because I had only seen him lying flat on his face until now, I had forgotten what kind of person he originally was.

“But it would be better to prevent such a thing from happening in the first place. As a husband, I can’t just leave my cursed wife alone like this.”

How can a smiling face be this frightening?

“N-no, it’s ok…”

“Don’t worry, Roeni. I will definitely break that damn curse for you.”

I took a step back as Diart slowly approached.

“D-Diart….”

I swallowed hard, looking at his eyes as he stared at me and undid a button sharply.

‘Is he out of his mind?!’

Oh my god!

I fell backward, my knees on the bed. As my vision tilted, the familiar ceiling of the bed came into view, and I saw Diart. His shadowed face is both haunting and terrifyingly sensual.

As covert desire flashed in Diart’s eyes, my fingertips went cold, and I pulled back on the bed. No, I tried to. But instead, Diart grabbed my ankle and pulled it, causing the hem of my turned dress to reveal my white calf.

With his legs between mine, Diart put his arms on the bed, leaned over, and lowered his face. I couldn’t bring myself to meet his eyes when our breaths were so close. Instead, my nerves focused on his firm thighs below me.

“I’ve heard that when someone under a curse comes into contact with the opposite sex, a strange energy flows in.”

How do you know that?

For a moment, I was taken aback by Diart’s murmuring of details that I hadn’t told him. As I gazed at him with a baffled expression, Diart smirked. Standing as he was, he took off his gloves meticulously. I unconsciously swallowed dryly at his action.

Diart lightly touched my lips with his thumb.

“How is it.”

Are you serious? My head nodded involuntarily at the sensual atmosphere.

“What does it feel like?”

“Well, it’s ticklish and refreshing, and it feels good…”

As I stammered in an attempt to describe the indescribable sensation, I stopped as I faced Diart’s rigid expression. I couldn’t understand the reason for the sudden change in his previously relaxed gaze.

“Was it the same with other men?”

No, honestly, it felt like an iced americano that had gone bland because all the ice had melted. The vivid and provocative sensation existed only with Diart. When I shook my head firmly, Diart’s expression softened noticeably.

“Is it the same no matter where I touch?”

Diart lightly wrapped his hand around my neck and traced my skin with his fingertips. A shiver ran down my spine at the sensation that pierced through me. Diart smiled satisfactorily. I was even more frightened by that dangerous smile, so I decided to calm him down first. If I stayed still, I felt like I would be swallowed whole.

As I grabbed the large hand that slowly descended below my neck, Diart’s eyebrows twitched.

“I, um, it might be better to finish the story we started earlier…”

“We’re talking about it right now.”

Diart tilted his head stubbornly and glanced down at my lips. Somehow, I found it hard to breathe under his gaze. Diart’s eyes moved slowly along the line of my lips. Feeling ticklish for no reason, I instinctively sealed my lips, and his finger firmly pressed down on my lower lip.

His fingers lightly pushed between my naturally parted lips, teasing my tongue gently. The tingling sensation from the rough texture made my stomach quiver. My mouth kept watering incessantly, even as I swallowed. Diart stared at me intently, as if studying my expression, and then bowed his head. My shoulders shrank from his hot breath against my neck.

“Ah…”

I bit my lip as a moan came out of my mouth. Diart’s lips, which had been probing persistently while tilting his head, hesitantly shifted direction and sucked on my ear. The heat that had started from where his lips had touched first spread out from there. I could not regain my composure in the damp friction and intense stimulation as if immersed in water.

I wasn’t sure if the sensations that raced through my body, violent and yet tantalizing, were entirely due to the curse. Maybe it was because of Diart’s unfamiliar expression.

Diart intruded under my dress and swept his hand up my thigh. The heat in my body rose to the extent that his usually warm hands felt cool.

Diart raised his head and looked down at me. His eyes were red. I breathed heavily as I faced his openly demanding gaze. Reading my silent consent, Diart looked into my eyes and then raised his upper body.

Still undoing his buttons, Diart did not take his eyes off me. His slow hand grew increasingly impatient, almost tearing the button off in the end. He hastily unbuttoned my shirt. His well-proportioned upper body, with muscles nicely arranged along the broad, taut shoulders, was fully revealed.

Suddenly, the sense of reality that had been floating in the air returned. It was still daytime, so it was bright outside the window, and I could hear the voices of the servants. I hadn’t expected to be with Diart like this on the bed just a moment ago, and I felt awkward.

“Look at me.”

Sensing me like a ghost, Diart grasped my chin and locked eyes with me. A dark desire flickered dangerously in his golden eyes as if he wouldn’t tolerate any distraction. Captivated by those eyes, I waited for Diart as he approached closer and closer.

He nibbled on my lower lip, his teeth digging into the cracks. As my shoulders shrank under the relentless tongue sweeping the roof of my mouth, his movements became more explicit. Unlike the slow, smooth kisses that felt the smooth bump thoroughly, the hands undoing the dress were rough.

Diart’s heavy breaths were visible as he slid down my dress, along with the undergarments, down to my waist. His dark gaze wandered over my white naked body. My face flushed under the sunlight, and my hands rose to cover my breasts, only to be immediately stopped. My chest heaved as his cool hands wrapped around my waist. Diart’s throat rose and fell ferociously. As the hand that was holding my waist swept up my sides, my toes involuntarily curled. My skin rose at his every movement. As he reached under my armpit, Diart’s thumb pressed firmly against my nipple.

“Ah!”