162 - The Evil Husband (15th Anniversary Edition) Chapter 162
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“…!”
She was so surprised that she couldn't even scream. If Aileen had been a cat, she would have jumped to the ceiling and beyond.
But that was only in her mind; her whole body had stiffened, so all that happened outwardly was a slight tremor in her hand. Aileen, frozen with her mouth open, only moved her eyes to look down.
Her hand, dragged as if to be devoured, was buried up to her elbow in the curtain. A large hand must be gripping Aileen's wrist from beyond.
However, the guest beyond the curtain did nothing more than that. He didn't pull or push, just held it still.
But the mere fact that her wrist was held made her hair stand on end with tension. Aileen spoke as if her neck, not her wrist, was being strangled.
"Let, let go..."
The guest did not answer. Of course, he didn't let go of her wrist either. He held it like that for a while, then slowly released his grip. Then, as if nothing had happened, he placed a piece of paper on Aileen's palm and completely withdrew his hand.
Aileen snatched her hand away as if burned. The heavily draped curtain fluttered slightly with the violent movement, revealing the inside, but she didn't even glance before rushing out of the Box seat.
As she stumbled out the door with a loud crash, the clerks and guards around her all turned to look. But Aileen couldn't care less and fled.
She ran down the narrow spiral staircase, taking two or three steps at a time, and headed straight for her room. Only after closing the old door and locking the crude latch did her pounding heart finally calm down.
Aileen took a deep breath and trembled, belatedly checking the hand she had been clenching into a fist. The letters written on the crumpled paper were still neat.
[Be careful.]
What did it mean to be careful? Was it a warning not to carelessly let words slip to a strange guest whose face and voice she didn't know, or...?
The sensation on her wrist was stinging. Aileen rubbed the red mark with her hand and sank to the floor. She never wanted to go near the Box seat again.
That night, she had a strange dream.
Aileen finished work and stayed up until dawn reading books and researching the founding myths, then collapsed onto her bed.
Lately, no matter how tired she was, she couldn't fall asleep easily. It was because she had too many thoughts. So she thought it would take a long time to fall asleep today as well, but for some reason, she quickly drifted off.
Her hazy, floating mind wandered the boundaries of unclear consciousness. Wandering in a place that was neither dream nor reality, Aileen suddenly thought.
'Did I burn incense?'
It smelled like incense somewhere. She thought it was a smell she had smelled before, and then the old door opened. Someone then entered the room.
At first, she thought it was Alessia. But unlike her, who moved silently and quietly, the person who entered the room didn't particularly hide their presence.
The person who entered leisurely picked up each of the papers scattered haphazardly on the table and examined them. It seemed like they were going through all the contents Aileen had organized related to mythology.
Then, they picked up an old book and carelessly flipped through the pages. She could hear the sound of the pages turning quickly.
All the old books were things that had to be handled with care. Aileen was worried that the books would be damaged, but she couldn't move. She couldn't even twitch a finger, let alone speak.
While she was suffering inwardly, the intruder looked around the entire room. The small room was quickly surveyed by the intruder. As if losing interest, the person soon approached Aileen.
Aileen wanted to identify the intruder, but her eyelids wouldn't lift as if someone was pressing down with a stone. Her body was still completely still.
As Aileen struggled to open her eyes somehow, she made a groaning sound. Then, an approaching hand touched her forehead. It was an unhesitating touch. The hand, as if checking her temperature, lightly slid down and touched Aileen's cheek.
The hand that touched her face then lifted the blanket. Since she had untied the cloth that bound her chest for sleeping, the curves of her body were revealed along her pajamas.
Aileen felt the intruder's gaze looking down at her. She felt as if even the fine hairs on her body were standing on end with tension.
The hand that lifted the blanket didn't stop there. Aileen was flustered as she felt her pajama top being lifted. A faint chill ran down her bare skin as the night air touched it. The hand that had lifted her top all the way up slowly caressed Aileen's body.
The movements that touched every corner that even Aileen hadn't paid attention to were persistent. When a finger brushed past the tip of her breast, her body, which had become extremely sensitive with tension, involuntarily let out a moan.
"Ah..."
A warm feeling, like a mild fever, lingered subtly beneath her skin. Aileen wanted to twist her body with the accumulating erotic sensation, but she still couldn't move. She couldn't even open her eyes, just whimpered.
The hand that had checked her entire upper body then unhesitatingly took off her bottoms. The hand that pulled down her pajama pants immediately took off her underwear as well. Then, they spread her legs.
She felt ashamed to have her most private area exposed, but she couldn't put strength into her legs. While she was internally struggling to move her limp body, the intruder placed Aileen's foot on the palm of their hand.
Her foot fit perfectly into the large hand. He seemed to examine her foot for a while, gently stroking her ankle, then stroked her calf. He caressed the inside of her thigh, handling her as if it were his own body.
The touch that continued precariously, as if it would reach the deepest part, fortunately stopped just before. Instead, he turned Aileen's body over and examined her back as well.
Only after running his hand over her back and buttocks without missing a spot did his hand leave her body. Then, he put the clothes he had taken off back on one by one and covered her with the blanket.
Finally, a soft touch reached her lips. The kiss, pressing down with a bit of force, was more than familiar. Her tense and fearful heart was relieved.
A person she missed suddenly came to mind. It was someone she wanted to see even in her dreams. Forgetting that she had left him and run away, Aileen unknowingly called out his name.
"Cesare..."
She called his name, but she didn't know if her voice came out properly. However, since the movement stopped at the same time as she called his name, she could only guess that he had heard her voice.
His breath tickled her face. The other person was staring down at Aileen quietly from a distance where their lips would touch immediately if he lowered his head just a little. A low, deep voice was heard.
"Aileen."
It was a voice that could never be mistaken for someone else's. Before Aileen could call his name again, their lips met again.
A thrilling pleasure bloomed in the kiss that tormented her limp tongue, licked the roof of her mouth, and twisted her head to deeply violate the inside of her throat.
Aileen trembled slightly and accepted the kiss. Just as her body was heating up and she was panting, their lips parted.
He licked her wet lips. Then, he fiddled with Aileen's ear. His hard teeth gently bit and released her soft earlobe, and after biting her downy cheek, he whispered.
"Should I just take you away like this?"
Aileen wanted to say something in response, but her consciousness was fading. She moved her lips, but she couldn't even call his name one more time and fell asleep.
And the next morning, she woke up with a start.
"...!"
Aileen, throwing off the blanket, got up and hurriedly looked around. Then, she quickly lifted her pajamas to check her body.
But there were no traces left on her body. Only the red mark left on her wrist, which the Box seat guest had grabbed last night, was very faintly changing color.
Aileen, staring blankly at her wrist, got out of bed and checked the room as well. Nothing had changed from before she fell asleep. The papers and books on the table were just as she had left them the night before.
There was no smell of incense either. Only a stuffy smell of dust lingered. Looking at the old books, Aileen murmured blankly.
"Was it a dream?"
It was a really strange dream. Cesare appeared, so it wasn't a nightmare, but... Aileen ran her hand over her arm. She still felt as if the touch of last night remained on her skin.
