The Only Way to Break the Curse is Through Contact with You - Chapter 82

#82

“What? What do you mean?”

“You don’t know anything about people’s affairs.”

When I lightly retorted with a raised eyebrow, Lily’s expression gradually twisted as if she had misheard something. Lily stared at me with eyes that seemed to be watching a wild beast who had lured an innocent boy and stripped them n*ked.

I was instantly transformed into an unworthy human being, and Lily’s accusatory glare made me feel terribly guilty. When you think about it, it was Diart who lured in the innocent person, not me!

“Madam, I think one of the most important virtues for a person is faith.”

Lily carefully chose her words, as if she had many things to say but couldn’t say them all, and grabbed my hand tightly.

“Even if the master was somewhat lacking and couldn’t provide you with a satisfactory night.”

Huh?

I blinked in bewilderment as the conversation took an unexpected turn.

“Sleeping together isn’t everything between a couple. I’m sure the master must have some good things about him as a husband, so in that small… well, not exactly small, but in that aspect, what if the madam could give a little consideration? After all, people can’t be good at everything.”

“Lily, I think you’re misunderstanding something…”

Contrary to my thoughts, it seemed like it was a big deal. Even this morning…

“Haah, haah… Huh!”

When my hand, which was barely holding up against the strong force once again, finally gave way, the glass window cried out with a crisp sound. I hadn’t expected that I would be receiving Diart while leaning against the floor-to-ceiling glass bathroom window, the same window that had impressed me when I arrived at the townhouse.

I was naive to believe that we would only bathe together. My trembling body, which had already reached cl*max several times, felt precarious, as if it could collapse at any moment. The different positions made the penetration feel different. In the steam-filled bathroom, I hugged the man hotter who’s than the steam itself, who made me feel suffocated and dazed. Each time his solid muscles and spine collided against me from behind, accompanied by heavy moans, an unfamiliar sensation freely swirled inside me, and a tingling shiver ran through my body. My vision flickered.

“Hmmng…”

My shoulders trembled involuntarily at the hot breaths that clung to my neck. With each movement of his well-defined hips, a tingling sensation spread all the way to my navel. Diart, who embraced my slender shoulders with one hand, slowly moved his waist.

The hand that desperately held onto the slippery window finally slipped, and my plump chest was crushed. Diart grabbed the window above my head and pressed his body even closer. Trapped in a confined space, unable to move an inch, my mind grew hazy with the deepening angle.

“Huh, hmngg…”

With half-closed eyes, enduring the force that seemed to pierce through my core, I suddenly looked down below the window. I saw servants bustling along the forest path that stretched out like a panorama. Lily had said that there was magic cast on the inside so that people couldn’t see from the outside, but what if I had misheard? At that moment, one of the servants turned their head in this direction.

“Hooh…”

Diart, with his tense body, let out a sigh that sounded like a moan. His large hand dug into my chest, which was now pressing against the window. As his hand scraped my sharp peaks, my weak, precarious legs lost their strength. Diart firmly pulled on my waist with one arm, held my chin, and kissed me. He sucked deeply as if his tongue were getting sore, and he murmured in a low voice as he crushed my chest.

“You said you were tired, but it seems like you have the luxury of getting distracted and thinking about other things.”

I felt uneasy as I watched Diart, who was smiling mischievously but also seemed to be enjoying something, I quickly tried to back off. But in an instant, he turned my body around, wrapped my thighs around his waist, grabbed the window frame with both hands, and trapped me. And then, as if he wouldn’t let me go any further, he mercilessly thrust into me, as though he couldn’t take it anymore.

I was about to correct Lily’s misunderstanding, but I kept my mouth shut at the apricot-colored¹ feast that was playing in my head. The vivid sensations that still lingered all over my body raised my body temperature, and I had to bite my lips.

Why does that time have to come up now? I coughed for no reason, just thinking of Diart’s sensual eyes that looked down on me. The sound of water that tickled my ears every time he moved was still bothering me.

I wanted to say that Diart was perfect in that regard, but I couldn’t bring myself to make such an explicit statement.

Because of that, Lily nodded her head sadly, convinced of her thoughts. There was compassion in her eyes as she looked at me.

“Of course, it won’t be easy, but please give the master another chance. I think it’s cruel to reject him so coldly at once. I trust you, madam!”

Lily opened her eyes wide, saying that she would never betray me. Influenced by her sturdy grip and fierce energy, I found myself nodding my head without even realizing it. Finally relieved, Lily picked up a sponge from the bathtub and gently wiped my shoulders.

Although my words caused a misunderstanding for Lily, I was also unfairly treated. The excessive behaviors he had displayed were just to make fun of me, and it was so frustrating to think about it. I felt so guilty when I saw him suffering when he thought I had a terminal illness, but it was all an act.

I shook my shoulders as I remembered Diart burying his face in his hands, afraid that I might die. I thought I fooled him with my flawless acting skills, but it was actually me who had been completely fooled. And then he said to me,

‘You seem to like men who cry so I tried my best, but no matter how much I tried, I couldn’t do it.’

I shook my head in disappointment, but I couldn’t be that hypocritical. Come to think of it, the reason he occasionally turned his head, covered his face with his hands, and shook his shoulders was because he was suppressing laughter. There was no one worthy of acting like that.

‘This is so unfair!’

It’s not like I was the one who deceived him into thinking I had a terminal illness!

If I had known it would be like this, I wouldn’t have easily spent the night… no. If I had it to do over again, I would have hugged him around the neck in that situation. And now, even more so… Ahem, let’s stop thinking about that. Anyway, it was frustrating to just stay still, and I had one card left. The divorce withdrawal document!

This was the moment when all of Diart’s efforts, no matter how relentlessly he tried to make me sign the document that I never did, finally paid off. By now, he probably thinks everything has been resolved. That the divorce between us never happened. But now he has come to realize that things don’t always go as he wants them to, and it was time for me to personally let him know that.

‘No matter how much you push the documents, see if I’ll sign them!’

At the thought of giving Diart a hard time, I felt a sense of excitement and wore a wicked smile, reminiscent of a villainess, for the first time in a long time.

* * *

Diart said he would go handle the piled-up work, but he returned in just a few hours. There must have been a lot of accumulated work for the past few days, so his quick return was surprising. As I handed Lily a letter to send to Leticia, I looked at him curiously as he strode through the room.

“You’ve already finished your work?”

“Just the urgent ones.”

Diart replied nonchalantly, and he immediately came over to hug me. The countless times he had hugged me out of the blue before must have been to tease me, and now there was no need for that, but he still did it. I struggled to escape from Diart, who was sitting on the sofa with me in his arms. Of course, it was of no use. Diart lightly slapped my thigh so it wouldn’t hurt, as if telling me to stay still.

“Why are you like this, all the time. It’s embarrassing.”

“Didn’t you like it?”

Diart’s expression, as if he genuinely believed that, was bewildering. Did I actually like it?… Well, maybe I did a little. No, it’s because I’ve gotten used to it and it’s more comfortable to be embraced in your warm chest, and it makes my heart flutter a bit. I didn’t know my preferences were like this. But if I were to openly agree with him here, I would lose, so I pretended not to know.

“It was in a book.”

…A book? As I became anxious, I quickly covered his mouth with my hand.

“The heroine of the book ⟨Crying in the Duke’s Arms⟩ was carried around day and night.”

Damn it. How did he find and read the book I had hidden under the bed! Just admit that you read it because you wanted to, don’t make excuses. Overwhelmed with embarrassment, I hid my face with the hand I’d raised to cover his mouth in a rush of shame.

“I thought you liked that book in particular.”

“…….”

“I have a question.”

“I don’t want to hear it.”

“What exactly is your taste? It’s so diverse that I don’t know where to fit in.”

I said I didn’t want to listen. I bit my lips.

Diart seemed genuinely concerned, but it was clear he was teasing me again. Even though I couldn’t see his expression as I covered his face with my hand, I couldn’t help but notice that he was laughing right now.

“For starters, I know you like crying men. And if there’s one more thing they have in common…”

Diart whispered secretly in a low voice.

“They were quite intense on the bed.”

I’m confident about that too. You knew it well. But as his breath tickled my ear, I regained my senses just as it was about to slip away when I saw Lily’s figure through my fingers. Lily looked at Diart with a mixed expression of sympathy and regret, and when our eyes met, she sent me a sympathetic cheer.

Before her misunderstanding deepened, I pushed Diart’s shoulder as he came closer. I didn’t know I was so weak to temptation, but I really didn’t expect Diart to have this kind of playful side. This was not something I saw in the original work I read.

After gesturing for Lily to leave, I asked Diart.

“Don’t you have to go back to work?”

“It’s okay.”

“There must be a lot of piled-up work.”

“I have something more important to take care of.”

I felt sorry for Lambert, who was probably drowning in paperwork by now, as Diart spoke as though the piled-up work was not his business. Diart quickly noticed that I was thinking something else and grabbed my chin to fix my gaze.

He stood up straight and took something out of his arms. I had a feeling that the opportunity had come faster than I expected as I saw the very familiar document he was unfolding. Was this the important thing he had to take care of?

“There is not much time left until the deadline.”

Hurry and sign. Diart overtly radiated the intention, and he even personally took off the cap of the fountain pen and placed it in my hand. Holding the fountain pen, I silently stared at the document for divorce withdrawal. As I meticulously read through the document, which I had already seen dozens of times, Diart narrowed his eyes. It seemed like he noticed that something was off about my demeanor.

In order to meet that expectation, I smiled brightly and raised the paper document.