Her eyes are those of a wild beast.
To be more precise, they resemble a wild beast in heat, but in the current situation, there didn’t seem to be much difference between that and a regular wild beast.
Thus, Aslan thought while looking at those eyes.
Why did this happen? How did we end up in this situation? And what should I do?
Of course, not much came to mind. Especially regarding the reason, Aslan was as clueless as anyone.
But he had a rough idea of the “how.” It probably stemmed from Angie’s strange reaction during dinner that led us here.
Expanding on that, it seemed related to saving Lewena.
When Lewena was saved, Angie’s expression wasn’t good, unlike the rest of the traveling party.
Understanding the reason and situation, Aslan could roughly figure out what needed to be done.
Perhaps persuasion was the only way.
“Angie, calm down…”
“Since when are you two close?”
Before Aslan could even attempt to persuade, he was cut off.
Aslan closed his mouth and glanced around, and Angie pointed with her eyes toward the bed where Lewena lay.
The woman reclining peacefully on the bed, with her black hair cascading down—Lewena—was Aslan’s wife.
A relationship he had once mentioned to Angie.
Just as Aslan considered whether he needed to restate that fact, Angie tilted her head back and stared at him intently.
Thinking the tension would ease with her gaze shifting away, it was a mistake.
Instead, Angie unsettled Aslan with an even more vivid expression.
In that look were all sorts of desires, along with a resolute will.
From that look alone, Angie realized what Aslan hadn’t said.
She understood even the parts he hadn’t intended to verbalize and spoke reproachfully.
“Did you save her for that kind of reason?”
That kind of reason—likely questioning if there was another motive behind it.
The reason itself didn’t need to be explicitly stated; marital relations often came to mind in such contexts.
Especially if one had acquired knowledge from Lumel’s book.
As Aslan was about to deny it, Angie interjected.
“If that’s the reason, I could take her place.”
And Aslan, who had opened his mouth, simply shut it and flinched.
Completely surprised by the unexpected words, he could only stare at Angie without reacting.
The suspicion and confusion in that gaze made Angie smile faintly.
“I can make you happier than being with her.”
Angie declared confidently.
It was unclear where her attitude and thoughts originated, leaving Aslan unsure whether he should reprimand her, counsel her, or negate her assumptions from the start.
Regardless, his imagination began to run wild, and Aslan resisted sensations that aligned with those thoughts, squeezing his eyes shut before opening them again.
“For now, calm down. I understand what you’re saying and why you’re acting this way.”
But Angie wouldn’t let go of Aslan, pressing her body against his.
Though unable to resolve the situation immediately, Aslan tried to explain and opened his mouth to speak.
“No matter what, I can’t use a comrade for such reasons. So…”
“Is she just a comrade to you?”
Angie’s response silenced him. He realized too late that something unexpected was happening.
“To you, maybe. But to me, no.”
Inside the room where the moonlight slanted in, Angie’s eyes weren’t the cool yellow of the moon but burned fiercely with a golden hue.
With those eyes, Angie spoke.
“And would you really suggest something like this to just a comrade? Really?”
There was nothing to say. Clearly, no one would propose such a relationship merely for a comrade’s sake.
Even if Geladridion was a fallen land, common sense and corruption were separate matters.
It was certain that Angie’s true intentions were mixed in her following words. Under the moonlight, Angie was startlingly honest.
“You can trust me. But not Lewena. She betrayed you and caused you pain.”
Her voice rose slightly, filled with intense emotion.
It was the intense feeling directed toward someone who repeatedly inflicted harm on her cherished person and then left.
“It doesn’t seem like Lewena will contribute to your happiness or be able to make you happy. But… I can be different.”
Her tone returned to calmness, but the resolution in her eyes remained unwavering, staring directly at Aslan.
It was a deeply earnest affection.
“I desire you, but beyond that, I’m confident—I can make you happy.”
“Angie…”
“Listen.”
Before Aslan could object, Angie placed her hands on both sides of his cheeks.
Their eyes met, and Angie gazed at Aslan’s lips for a moment before clenching her teeth, seemingly suppressing some desire.
Through that restraint, Angie spoke.
“I’m not going to die.”
It was unexpected.
“I’m strong.”
But it was true.
“I won’t fall before you. I won’t betray you. You saved me, stayed with me, and showed me the world.”
Despite the potentially embarrassing nature of her words, Angie uttered them without hesitation, as if she had cherished these feelings for a very long time.
Though she had only recently become aware of them.
“Even if something happens, I’ll always be on your side. And… I’m handsome too.”
At this statement, Aslan let out an involuntary “Eh?” but Angie continued without pause.
“I have a great body. I can satisfy your… desires well. You won’t have to hold back anymore.”
This fact didn’t need confirmation.
There had been a few unintentional instances where Aslan had felt the touch, and even now, that “great body” was stimulating his desires.
“I’m sturdy, so feel free to use me until you’re satisfied. In fact, um, it’ll be good for me too.”
Anyway! Suddenly raising her voice, Angie moved on. Her expression softened, signaling to Aslan that the main point was coming.
“I want you to be happy.”
This main point stole Aslan’s ability to respond.
“I want to make you happy, no matter what.”
Caught in the depth of that emotion, Aslan was lost for words.
While longing to possess someone exclusively or wanting to be together is common, desiring someone’s happiness out of love isn’t as frequent.
Looking at Aslan expectantly as if awaiting a response, Angie paused.
Unable to answer easily due to the seriousness and affection, Aslan still found something to say.
“…There’s one thing I need to correct.”
“Hmm?”
“If I ever turn my back on the world, stop me. That’s the one thing I’d like to correct.”
If Aslan were ever to abandon everything he followed and turn away from the world, Angie was the only one who could stop him.
Thus, Aslan’s request was reasonable.
“No.”
Angie smiled slyly and refused.
“I won’t stop you. I might even help.”
“Angie.”
“I’m tired of farewells. I won’t lose you again, and there’s no ‘if’ about it.”
Her stubbornness reminded Aslan of himself, and he closed his mouth.
“You don’t want that? Then don’t die, survive until the end, and be happy.”
Angie was right. As Aslan fell silent, Angie suddenly looked down quietly.
What her gaze landed on made her smile faintly as she raised her eyes.
“How serious can you get while doing this?”
The swelling hint was impossible to ignore, and Aslan blushed, closing his mouth.
Angie grinned as if mocking him.
Soon, her gaze flicked toward Lewena lying on the bed, and she whispered.
“She won’t know since she’s asleep. Just use me. If your conscience bothers you… just lie down and close your eyes.”
However, Aslan’s conscience wasn’t light enough to fall for such shallow temptation.
Just as Aslan was about to refuse or dissuade her,
“Sorry to interrupt your tryst, but I doubt you didn’t know already.”
A familiar voice rang out.
A voice that made Aslan’s shoulders twitch and Angie frown.
It was Lewena’s voice.
Turning her head, Angie realized the voice was coming from the sword.
Should I throw it out the window?
No, this is Aslan’s sword too.
While Angie deliberated, the sword spoke again.
“But I don’t intend to stop you.”
Only then did Aslan realize the voice was coming from the sword beside the sleeping Lewena, and he blinked.
Not intending to stop?
His question was immediately answered.
“I don’t care if Hyun-woo keeps multiple women. I’ll be the first anyway, and as long as Hyun-woo is happy, mingling with other women isn’t a problem.”
While Aslan mulled over this unexpected response, wondering if Lewena truly said it, she added:
“Do you want to do it with her now? Go ahead. I permit it.”
Startled, Aslan’s face likely revealed his shock because a joyful laugh echoed from the Abyssal Sword.
After chuckling softly, a light remark followed:
“I’d prefer you resolved things with my body, but it’s unstable now. I’ve done many bad things to Hyun-woo, and having sex with a non-responsive body wouldn’t be fun. A little deviation is acceptable.”
The tone was one Lewena would have used while crossing her legs seductively if she were present in her physical form. It wasn’t Aslan who cut off that voice.
“Hmph.”
It was Angie.
Her scoff halted Lewena’s voice, and Aslan turned to look at Angie.
“First?”
Staring intently at the sword and the sleeping Lewena, Angie asked.
At this, Lewena fell silent.
It was unclear whether her self-awareness was incomplete or if she was processing the situation and hesitating.
In that silence, Angie boldly declared,
“Whether or not your permission exists, what I’m doing here is achieved solely through Aslan’s and my will.”
Even without a response from Lewena, Angie continued as if understanding.
“I will definitely make Aslan happy.”
Placing her hand on Aslan’s shoulder, she added,
“If you’re the first, I’ll take your place and become the first.”
Hugging tightly, she pressed her chest against Aslan’s body.
The force was extraordinary—too powerful for Aslan to break free from.
“That overconfidence won’t last long. I genuinely intend to take it from you.”
Smirking, Angie turned her head, and the deep desire in her gaze looking at Aslan intensified.
Rather, it was a desire stimulated by Lewena’s words.
Aslan, receiving that heated gaze, barely regained his senses.
“Angie, let’s—”
“Aslan.”
Interrupted mid-sentence, Aslan faced the predatory eyes.
They shone as if trying to pierce through his inner thoughts.
Watching closely to see if Aslan would say or do anything, Angie spoke.
“Do I really need to hurt my throat explaining how I feel about you?”
Continuing as if the answer was already known,
“You like me, but not as much as you like her, right?”
“That’s…”
“Shh.”
Angie demonstratively pressed her forehead against his again.
In her excitement, the distinct softness beneath her leather pants pressed firmly against Aslan’s swollen groin through the fabric, incredibly close.
“Know this—I won’t let go until you like me the most, starting now.”
Then Angie kissed Aslan.
Her lips lightly brushed his, and while holding his cheeks, she ground her body against his in an almost indulgent manner.
The rustling of clothing and the creaking sounds revealed her arousal.
There was no way to suppress it.
No tragedy blocked Aslan’s path, nor was there anything to hinder him.
Even a reluctant sort of permission existed.
Most importantly, Angie’s raw carnal desire was unfiltered.
It was a raw emotion that pulled Aslan toward her, almost like pheromones.
By the end, Aslan was kissing Angie back.
The wet sound of lips brushing and the breaths escaping between them echoed continuously.
As Angie’s lips explored Aslan’s mouth, they eventually drew away with labored breathing.
Her eyes were dazed yet gentle, her chest rising and falling as excitement surged and subsided.
Holding Aslan’s face, Angie struggled to compose herself, nibbling on her lips.
Hardly restraining the urge to act on every immediate desire, Angie managed a hazy smile.
“Do you want to top? Or should I?”
This was essentially an ultimatum.
Proof that there was no stopping now.
Before Aslan could even respond, Angie pushed him down onto the bed.
