117 - The Evil Husband (15th Anniversary Edition) Chapter 117
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Unconsciously, Aileen evaded, but she was the one who was most surprised. As soon as she realized she had dodged, Aileen's eyes and lips opened simultaneously.
“…Ah.”
A short sound escaped. It was the first syllable to make an excuse, but the words didn't follow.
That was because she had been diligently avoiding Cesare for the past few days, not knowing how to treat him. It was only natural that she was at a loss for words.
An awkward silence flowed. Aileen's mouth felt parched with tension. There was no way Cesare wouldn't notice her unfamiliar and difficult demeanor.
Cesare didn't break the ice by speaking first. He simply stroked Aileen's cheek.
Then, he slowly tilted his head. As his face drew closer, Aileen froze, unable to avoid him.
The tips of their noses touched. Aileen stopped breathing.
The hand that had been touching her cheek had already moved down to caress her waist. His large hand gently stroked her stiff body, which was tense with nervousness.
She expected their lips to touch at any moment, but nothing happened. Cesare simply pressed the tip of his nose against hers and filled his red eyes with Aileen.
Aileen belatedly realized that she had been holding her breath for too long. As she cautiously parted her lips to inhale air, Cesare chuckled softly.
He pressed his finger against her parted lips. The hard fingertip touched her tongue. Aileen gently pulled her tongue back to avoid the intruder.
As the soft flesh ran away, his finger immediately pursued. He pushed his long index finger into her mouth, pressing down on her tongue and asking.
“Are you afraid I’ll kiss you?”
Aileen's cheeks flushed. It was difficult to hide because he saw right through her thoughts.
Aileen had always been thirsty for Cesare's affection. She regarded his physical touch as proof of his love, always accepting it sweetly, and swallowing all the excessive pleasure without avoiding it.
But the physical touch that had always pleased her was not welcome now. She didn't know the reason yet, but that was how she felt at the moment.
Avoiding Cesare, ignoring his physical touch…
Even she thought she was strange. Not knowing what to do, Aileen lowered her eyes slightly to avoid Cesare's gaze.
As if he didn't particularly want an answer to his question, Cesare slowly stirred inside her mouth with his long finger. When her sensitive palate was touched, it tickled and gave her chills, even bringing tears to her eyes.
She wanted to call him in moments of unbearable longing, but it wasn't easy because of the finger tormenting her tongue. It dug so deep that it caused a weak gag reflex.
Even though her uvula was throbbing, his finger didn't think of pulling out. Eventually, Aileen lifted her gaze, which she had been lowering, upwards.
She looked at Cesare with tearful eyes, struggling to suppress her nausea. Only then did the finger that was tormenting her mouth lose some strength.
Aileen couldn't make a sound because of the finger in her mouth, and she just moved her tongue to push his finger away.
Even this much would make Cesare realize what she wanted. But Cesare, who had always quickly understood Aileen's heart, didn't react today. Perhaps he knew but was pretending not to.
He slowly removed his finger after Aileen made a small whimpering sound. However, he didn't readily back away, leaving her mouth only after tormenting her soft soft palate to the fullest.
Aileen swallowed the saliva that had pooled up and pulled up her pajamas. It was an attempt to wipe Cesare's hand, which was all wet with saliva, but it failed. That was because Cesare had brought his finger to his mouth.
Aileen stared frozenly at the sight of him leisurely licking her finger. Even though they hadn't kissed, she felt like he had committed a much more lewd and terrible act.
“Aileen.”
Cesare asked with saliva-wet lips.
“Is it because of my slip of the tongue?”
“C-Cesare-nim didn’t say anything wrong.”
“That I called it a nightmare to you?”
“Yes. It’s all my fault…”
As if he didn't like Aileen's answer, he asked again.
“Even if it’s just in a dream, I killed you. Doesn’t that bother you?”
That really didn't bother her at all. Rather, if she had to die in a dream to end the painful nightmare, she wanted to die for Cesare as many times as it took.
Aileen nodded slightly and opened her lips with difficulty.
“Yes…. Rather, I….”
She couldn't even bring herself to say the word nightmare. As soon as she thought of the word, she immediately felt sad and depressed.
“I’m so lacking and never helpful, and I think I’m causing trouble for Cesare-nim even in my dreams.”
Aileen paused for a moment and took a breath. Even if he had said it first and allowed her to say it was okay, wasn't she no different from a child if she complained like this?
‘I acted like a child again.’
She could just digest her upset feelings on her own. She only wanted to show Cesare a bright side. She regretted it belatedly and thought she should stop talking now, but a low command held Aileen's thoughts.
“You must continue to speak, Aileen.”
Aileen unknowingly blurted out the last remaining words.
“So I just felt upset and so ashamed of myself. I’m so…”
In the end, she confessed everything she didn't want to say.
“I feel useless…”
She felt empty after revealing her bottom. It felt as if someone had dug out her heart with a large shovel.
Waiting for this moment to end quickly with the feeling of being executed, she heard a low voice.
“If I had judged relationships by usefulness, I wouldn’t have picked you up in the Lily flower garden.”
It wasn't a comforting word for Aileen, nor was it what Aileen wanted to hear. That was because Aileen wanted him to regard her as a useful being.
‘I have to produce some results quickly.’
Aileen, thinking of Morpheus, unknowingly bit her lip. Only when Cesare stopped her did she utter an answer.
“…I’m sorry.”
Her voice was full of dejection. She wanted to pretend to be okay, but she couldn't hide it, so she couldn't help it. She thought the conversation would end now, but suddenly Cesare opened his mouth again.
“The nightmare you appear in.”
She didn't expect him to mention the nightmare first. Aileen held her breath at the unexpected story and waited for his words.
“I created it myself.”
But her intention to listen attentively was short-lived, and as soon as she heard Cesare's words, she immediately asked back.
“How do you create a dream…?”
Cesare chuckled at the question. Aileen belatedly blushed when she realized she had made an insensitive remark. But Aileen asked the question to understand his words.
“You can create it by offering some sacrifices.”
Cesare ended his short answer with incomprehensible words. But Aileen wanted to hear more of his story.
What on earth happens in the dream? If she could get even a small clue, Aileen wanted to find a way to solve his nightmare.
If she missed this opportunity, she might not be able to talk about the nightmare again. Hesitating, Aileen bravely clung to him.
“Please tell me a little more.”
Her voice was unwavering, unlike when she was talking about her shortcomings. For some reason, Cesare smiled slightly. She couldn't tell what made him smile. While Aileen hesitated, Cesare opened his mouth.
“Even in the dream, you said you would die for me.”
The Aileen in the dream seemed to be no different from reality. But for some reason, Cesare's smile grew thicker as he continued to speak.
“You walked willingly in front of the person who was going to kill you and looked up innocently, telling them to kill you quickly.”
It was by no means a smile of pleasure. A cold chill ran down Aileen's spine.
“How can I treat you carelessly? So that even the blades cannot be involved in your death, everything.”
He gently stroked Aileen's neck. The lightly stroking touch felt endlessly lingering for some reason. Cesare spoke in a low and clear tone.
“I killed you with my own hands.”
