Salvation Through Delusion C129

Chapter 129

“Get on.”

With that command, he seated me on his lap. My strength wouldn’t return to my limbs; I felt melted, as if dissolved in hot water. I draped my arms around his shoulders and leaned against him.

His large hands slid down along my waist and spread my hips. Then he aligned the opening over his still-rigid erection.

Just the sensation brushing against me made my waist tremble in small shivers. The swollen, taut head rubbed against my entrance, and somehow desire flared alive inside me again.

But this position meant taking him far too deeply. Even during those days we shut ourselves in the room, we’d only done it once.

If I did it now… what then? Useless thoughts and needless fears crowded in.

At that moment, a command fell by my ear, cutting through my brief hesitation.

“You put it in yourself.”

He guided my hand to wrap around his thick shaft. The pronounced veins pulsed heavily against my palm.

The satisfaction of knowing he was aroused because of me outweighed the pleasure. In a relationship I insisted was merely an act, it was an emotion I should have guarded against—yet I smiled without realizing.

“Beg. Ask me to eat you.”

He smiled back, but his eyes gleamed with cruelty.

“Try it. Please.”

Beep—beep—beep—

A long, unfamiliar alarm tore me out of deep sleep in an instant. It was the sound used for emergencies—like detecting the presence of monsters. My eyes snapped open on instinct.

At the same time, I jerked my head up and reached out. By habit, I tried to grab a weapon nearby, but my hand closed around nothing but soft bedding.

Still disoriented, I tried to roll over when something caught against my legs. Someone was on top of me. Our upper bodies were apart, but below, we were pressed together, a hot column resting between my hips.

When I managed to turn my head, I met golden eyes glowing vividly in the unusually bright moonlight. His gaze was intense.

…Tyroc?

Waking to the sensation of his heated erection was still something I couldn’t get used to, but confusion outweighed embarrassment.

“Mo, why did you trigger the emergency alarm?”

[Duke Koon attempted to examine the nano-robot insertion point.]

I stiffened.?

Cold prickles raced over my body. But I couldn’t show it. Those golden eyes were studying me with unsettling chill, despite the arousal pressed against me.

“You’re heavy.”

His lips curved automatically.

“My cock’s heavy—that’s why.”

His tone was light, but his sharp gaze didn’t soften. His hand reached toward the back of my neck. I quickly turned my head aside to avoid him.

“Yes, so please move your heavy cock.”

I kept a straight face and didn’t watch his reaction. For reasons I didn’t understand, my insolence amused him more than obedience ever did.

Even when it irritated him, he smiled—like now, when his eyes didn’t smile at all.

“That’s an unusual scar. When did you get it?”

“It’s nothing. More importantly, could you move?”

Instead, he deliberately grasped himself and rubbed the tip against my entrance.

“Oh? Want me to put it in?”

Crazy contrarian. I barely swallowed the curse rising to my tongue. He wouldn’t move until he got an answer.

“When did you get hurt?”

“A hundred years ago.”

He laughed and pressed the head inside slightly. A different shiver swept through me.

We’d already gone at it earlier—again? There had been a time I’d stubbornly thought I could match him until death, but that bravado had vanished quickly.

“I don’t really remember. It was when I was little.”

I twisted my body as much as I could while feeding him the lie.

“That’s a recent scar.”

I froze.

It should have healed… I rarely saw it since it was hidden by my hair, so I wasn’t certain. I almost reached up to check, but seeing those golden eyes, I reconsidered. He was testing me.

“You must be mistaken. It’s from childhood.”

He only stared, weighing my sincerity, so I added,

“If you don’t believe me, ask my sister.”

“Why wouldn’t I believe you?”

He rose from atop me wearing a smile that looked false to anyone. Only then did I sit up and glance around to check the time.

The unusually bright moonlight revealed the distant antique clock well enough. 2:40 a.m. The dead of night.

“Why are you awake at this hour?”

As I asked, my gaze briefly snagged on his back. His naked form crossing the room looked like a sculpture. That physique really was something.

“My cock got heavy.”

A good body paired with an unfortunate mouth.

“If it’s that heavy, wouldn’t it be hard to walk? Maybe this is your chance to cut it off for real.”

Even without seeing his face fully, I could tell from the angle of his mouth that he was smiling. My provocation didn’t faze him, which was irritating—but also reassuring.

If I kept pushing like this, maybe I could even coax him into signing that contract. Still better than cutting anything off.

“How could I, when my beloved fiancé screams that he loves it?”

You’d think I’d be used to that title by now, but it still felt alien. I steadied my expression and noticed Tyroc staring out the window. This was his room, and beyond the glass, the fog was clearly visible.

“You’ve been going into the fog again?”

“…Yeah.”

“You want to understand the castle’s curse that badly?”

“….”

With his back turned, he couldn’t see my wavering eyes. I searched for an answer that wouldn’t sting my conscience.

“I’ll show you.”

What?

“Get dressed.”

Now?

The most enviable thing about Tubain was the transport portal. It was high-level magic, and fixed portals required large amounts of black magic stones, making them inaccessible to most.

But the people around me weren’t “most.” Thanks to that, we used the portal in Tyroc’s room and reached the fog-shrouded cabin in two steps.

Why was there a portal beside the cabin?

The answer came after walking a little farther with him. Not far from the cabin stood a wooden palisade encircling the castle.

Where he approached was a small door barely wide enough for one person. There was no lock, no handle.

Would it just open if pushed?

My foolish guess proved right. Tyroc pushed it open easily. Could anyone enter?

Finding the door in this fog would be nearly impossible, but security wasn’t the issue.

“Only I can open this door.”

Ah—magic, then.

“Wait here.”

He stepped inside. Curious about the curse, I peeked in, but the darkness revealed nothing.

Fortunately, he returned quickly, holding a lantern about the length of his forearm.

“Stay close.”

I nodded and followed him. Though we relied on a single lantern, he walked without hesitation, clearly familiar with the path.

After about ten minutes, my surroundings sharpened. The unusually bright moonlight illuminated everything.

Only then did I realize the fog was gone. Before us rose a colossal castle, like something from a fairy tale.

Several towering spires demanded I tilt my head back to see them—the true Koon Castle. But what stopped my steps wasn’t its grandeur.

The ground beneath us had shifted from grass to dry earth and gravel. Something covered it—black markings like an irregular net.

They rippled as if alive. At a glance, they reminded me of the shield that once imprisoned the Borhumi divine beast. The difference was scale: these were wider, endless, as if blanketing the entire castle.

Tap.

Tyroc halted and turned to me.

“As expected—you can see it.”

I stared back in shock. I had many questions, but only managed one.

“Your Grace… you can see this too?”

I could, thanks to the insect Bishongi gave me—but what about him? Tyroc raised the lantern.

“It’s a relic that reveals black magic.”

That little lantern? Something clicked.

“Wait… is that—”

“Yes. The grave lantern your sister collected first.”

“…I see.”

While I cleared my throat awkwardly, he turned back to the castle.

“For a long time, I couldn’t approach the castle because I had no way to confirm the black magic. Baron Zarayal offered his family heirloom—a spirit’s gift—but I didn’t know how to use it. So while searching for a way to pierce black magic, I learned of this lantern.”

After a brief pause, he added evenly,

“It was my only hope.”

His voice remained calm, but my eyes trembled hearing it. I was grateful his back was turned—until he slowly faced me.

“But even after finding it, it took a year to claim it.”

“…My sister has a hobby of collecting grave lanterns.”

A man who usually smiled easily didn’t even attempt a bitter one now. His gaze drifted back to the castle.

“But it was too late.”

Too late for what? I was about to ask when he began walking forward again. And the black net on the ground—