Chapter 7

“Why were you angry earlier?”

“Me? No way. I wasn’t angry. You were the one who was angry. I just had a sudden problem to think over.”

“What problem?”

“I don’t want to say.”

“Didn’t you open the door to talk?”

“No? I’m not in the mood to talk yet. But I also didn’t want to leave you standing outside until I was, so I opened it.”

He sat on the bed and looked up at me. There it was again—that “loyal puppy” look. It made me feel weak. I turned my head away to avoid his eyes.

“So, don’t go catching the night breeze for no reason in the future. It upsets me.”

At that moment, Felix pulled my waist firmly and hugged me.

A feeling of pressure, as if my waist might snap, came over me, and my breath hitched.

“You again! Ugh! Hey!”

“…Sorry. I couldn’t control my strength.”

Felix immediately loosened the power in his arms and apologized. He rested his head against my stomach.

“I just suddenly liked you so much.”

“Don’t you always say you like me?”

“Yeah. That’s right.”

“Then why did you add ‘suddenly’? You’ve been lying this whole time.”

“I haven’t lied.”

“You did.”

“I didn’t.”

Felix pushed against my stomach with his head once more as if protesting. My feet wobbled, but he caught me immediately. He pushed me and then caught me—it was like watching a puppet show.

“Stop it. I’m going to sleep.”

He looked up at me with a sideways glance.

“Are you still not in the mood?”

“For which?”

Did he mean the mood for sex? Or the mood to talk?

“Either one.”

Felix slowly stroked my arms, then caught each of my fingertips and fiddled with them lightly. Before long, his lips landed on my palms in turns, and then he was back to gripping my hands and kneading them again.

It reminded me of a trend from my childhood, where we used to play “healing games” by fiddling with soft balls.

I wasn’t a ball, but it was true that Felix seemed to want to soothe some kind of anxiety through me in a similar sense, so I watched him silently as he appealed to me cautiously.

Felix lowered his head and spoke.

“I can’t help but always lose to you, and I don’t even feel that resentful about that fact… But this time, I was truly hurt.”

I closed my mouth because I didn’t know what to say.

“I clearly told you to wait for me. You said you would with your own lips, too. You promised.”

I had. But I truly thought it was the end.

“Then why, without waiting for me, are you trying to go to someone else so easily?”

Because it was over. If it’s over, it’s natural to have the next encounter. But I kept my mouth shut this time too, knowing full well it would just lead to another fight.

“So this time, it’s definitely your fault. It’s not something to be stubborn about, so just admit it.”

“…Yeah.”

“And your apology?”

“Sorry.”

“Can you promise you won’t do it again?”

“Honestly… I don’t know.”

I felt his hand tighten.

“Why?”

“Because I don’t know what you want from me.”

Setting aside the divine power and the suspicion, sure, I acknowledge that he likes me. I get it. So, what’s next?

Even if he could be away for a little while, didn’t his insistence on returning to me mean he wanted to build a lasting relationship? Like he had become a settler.

But I cannot become a settler.

The reason I had only accepted relationships with drifters until now was because I, too, was a drifter. That was the only way I could carry out my master’s orders without any messy aftermath.

If I had lost my ego when I was first bound to my master, I wouldn’t have even needed such relationships, but sadly, I still had my own heart. Even if it were just for one night, I sometimes wanted to feel someone’s warmth and the connection that came with it.

Knowing that even this would eventually disappear, my human heart—barely more than a fragment—was so precious that holding onto it for even a little longer was the ultimate form of greed and struggle.

At the same time, I never forgot that anything more than that was territory I shouldn’t reach for.

I am human, yet not human. I must not forget that I am merely a slave, leashed to a god, and forced to walk wherever my god treads.

So, while I felt sorry for unintentionally hurting him, I couldn’t tell him a clear answer because I didn’t know how to measure him, being the way I am.

First, I had to know. Why, as a drifter, his promise to return had to be more than just empty words. Whether he was wishing for something impossible for me.

“Fel, what do you want from me that made you come back?”

Fel’s eyes, looking up at me, narrowed. Just as it was hard for me to gauge his inner thoughts, he seemed to find it difficult to understand me. Only after a long time did he answer, with a hint of insecurity.

“…Someone to welcome me?”

“That’s all?”

“Yeah, probably.”

“Then… that’s fine.”

“Is that a satisfying answer?”

“I don’t know about satisfying, but that much is something I can do for you.”

“Then what about you? Can you make a proper promise now?”

“If there truly is no lie in your answer, then yes.”

Felix held out his pinky finger. When I intertwined my finger with his, he urged me firmly.

“Don’t look at anyone else while you’re with me. If I see that happen again, I think I’ll really kill the other guy.”

“I’ll do that while we’re seeing each other.”

“…That’s not technically wrong, but that unnecessary qualifier is really annoying. You’re doing this to scare me on purpose, aren’t you? You’re mean.”

“Not many people have called me mean. Most said I was kind. Maybe you feel that way because you’re mean?”

“Fine, I get it, so can you stop and cheer me up now? We made up, didn’t we?”

Felix hugged my waist with just the right amount of pressure and looked up at me.

“I missed you so much while I was away. Originally, I was planning to kiss you the moment I saw you.”

“Just kiss?”

“Of course I had no intention of letting you sleep tonight.”

We looked at each other for a moment, then burst into giggles almost simultaneously and collapsed onto the bed.

“Ah…!”

The sound of fingers swimming in my pleasure fluid inside my body echoed with a wet, squelching sound. I let out a heated breath and wrapped my hands around Felix’s cheeks. He rubbed his face against my palms and then lifted his head to kiss me.

The more we entwined our tongues and rubbed them together, the more the fingers buried deep inside began to rub against the inner walls, mimicking the movement. They weren’t as soft as a tongue, but the force of the rubbing was much stronger, making the stimulation faster than the kissing. Because of that, I soon gasped, pulled my lips away, and let out a cry.

“Ah!”

Felix, who had lost the thing he was sucking, licked his lips as if feeling regret, then turned his attention to my breasts. One side was soon taken into his mouth, and the other side was claimed by his other hand, which had been idle until now, unlike the one busy stirring my insides.

“Ah!”

Both nipples were bitten by his teeth and twisted by his fingers, standing firm under the strong pressure. His tongue swept over the hardened tips, sucking them deeply into his mouth.

“Ah, agh…! Ah!”

The fingers inside me dug even deeper. I felt a tight pain, perhaps because the entrance was stretching along with it. My back tensed involuntarily. Then, Felix released the breast he was biting and lifted his head.

“Why are you clenching like that?”

“Ah, ah…!”

“Should I just let you finish like this?”

“Yeah…! Yeah!”

I nodded my head. But spitefully, he pulled his fingers out of me. The sudden sense of emptiness made me feel so miserable I wanted to cry, and I looked at him.

“Huh? Why? Why…?!”

“I wanted to see you beg.”

“Aaaah…! Ah!”

What the hell, this guy is so annoying! The excitement that had nowhere to go just before my climax seemed to be running wild through my whole body. I curled up my trembling body and sobbed.

“Is it because there’s no need to worry about anyone hearing? You’re particularly sensitive today.”

“I hate you…”

“Yeah, I love you too.”

Felix grabbed my arms and pulled me toward him. As I climbed onto his legs and gripped his shoulders as he led me, he grabbed his sex with one hand and rubbed the tip against my clitoris.

“Ah, aaah, ah…”

“Haa, ah…”

My stomach felt like it was tightening, and then a wave of fluid poured out. He rubbed my clitoris for a long while more, then looked down and chuckled softly.

“You’re soaking wet. At this rate, I think I could slide right in without any resistance.”

“Then put it in…”

“…Yeah.”