Necromancer Survival

Chapter 433

C.w: slight sexual content

Dawon's body was cold to the touch but, strangely, that didn't feel unsettling. His lips also felt cool but soft and cushion-y. I hugged Dawon with all my might and surrendered to his cascade of kisses.

‘So good…'

Did Dawon feel the same? Judging by his expression, he seemed a bit conflicted.

But when our eyes met, Dawon calmly closed his eyes. Then, he cupped my face with his hands and deepened the kiss.

When over our tongues brushed past each other, a shiver ran down my spine, making the fine hairs on my body stand on end. Dawon retreated briefly and looked at me.

I wondered why he stopped and murmured awkwardly, "It's not too hard on me…."

"You say that, but you're already overwhelmed." Despite his response, Dawon eventually climbed onto the bed, laid me down, and gently kissed me as he desired.

It was such a shame that my body heat wasn't transferred to his cold body despite being so intertwined for so long. Still, kissing him felt strangely refreshing, like a breath mint… Anyways, I liked it. I wondered if Dawon felt as good as I did. It was hard to tell from his expression, though.

However, I hugged Dawon firmly and rubbed my head against his chest. When would I have the chance to act childish if not now?

“I see you, sneaking in all those touches…” Dawon pointed out as I dug into his embrace. But, contrary to what he said, he encouraged the behavior as he pulled me into his arms.

He wrapped his arm firmly around my waist, holding me in place as he gazed down at me. And while he might not have realized it, his expression was incredibly soft—almost embarrassingly so.

"……"

As I stared into his gaze head on, I couldn't bear to say anything. However, Dawon's expression got a little serious, and he placed his hand on my forehead, "Lee-kyung-ie, you… Aren't you getting a little feverish?"

"Huh?"

"You're burning up."

"……"

Did he suddenly lose all sense of tact?

Dawon, who was the one responsible for heating me up in the first place, grabbed the discarded blanket and draped it over me. That much was fine, but then he subtly started to push me away.

"Why are you pushing me away?"

"I didn't. I'm afraid you'll be cold because of me."

After seeing my sorrowful disappointment, he finally hugged me again. But, his attitude definitely informed me that we were finished.

‘Seo Dawon, I used to think it was cool how you could be so calm and collected, but now it’s just annoying…'

Of course, I knew my current condition was far from good. Even to the naked eye, it was obvious I wasn’t doing well.

However, even if I looked like this, I still didn't want Dawon to push me away. The thought that he might distance himself out of pity or guilt only made me feel even more melancholy.

‘And it's been so long since we've done this… It feels like it's been almost a few years since we've had time to rest like this.'

Usually other people–like the servants or Koo Hui-seo–were always around, so it was extremely rare to find time alone for just the two of us. Plus, at night, I’d be too tired and sleepy to even try getting close to him…

So, it was only natural that a sense of urgency washed over me–like…if not now, then never.

"…Lee Kyung-ah?"

So I… This time I became bold.

The moment my thoughts finished, I climbed onto Dawon’s unguarded body. Though my strength wasn’t enough to push him down the way I wanted, I managed to wriggle out of his arms and awkwardly perch myself on his stomach.

Of course, as soon as I climbed on, Dawon squeezed my arms tightly. But, at this point, I had nothing to lose. So, I shouted, "Don't push me! Th…That's an order…"

"What…"

"Stay still…! Wait a minute…"

My voice was near begging, but Dawon eventually released his grip on my hand. So, this time, I was able to unbutton my top without interference.

But, when I took it off, my skin stuck to my ribs, and I had a garish scar on my stomach…So, I didn't feel sexy at all.

‘I should have asked him to turn off the lights…'

Regret bubbled up, but I pushed through, trying to feign confidence. I rested one hand on Dawon's chest, and, with the other, I slowly pulled my sleeve free.

I suppose it was good and all that I'd taken off my top, but… To be frank, I panicked since I had no idea what to do after this. Dawon stared at me silently. Then, in a small voice, he called my name. "Lee-kyung-ah."

His tone was gentle, almost persuasive, but I wasn’t about to let it sway me. Gritting my teeth, I steeled my resolve again and placed a hand over Dawon’s mouth. "…What I want is… Our f-first time… That's… I know you have a romantic fantasy, but… Dawon-ah."

"……"

"T-That's… Only if you get resurrected. I… Haah. Just… If it's not now…"

Of course, I found it hard to even speak properly.

And, I didn't really want this to happen, but… Suddenly I felt a little choked up. For some reason, I felt so sad.

‘A boyfriend who starts crying during his first time… That's the worst. You can’t cry, Lee-kyung, you absolutely can’t…!'

I shouted at myself inwardly, but I couldn't stop my emotions from running wild… Unable to move or speak, I just stayed still, waiting for the storm to pass.

Stroke–!

At that time, Dawon touched my knee wordlessly. Then, his hand slowly climbed up my thigh.

Startled, I looked at Dawon.

"……"

His mouth was still blocked by my palm, but the gleam in his eyes was different than before.

"I…"

"……"

I wanted to say something, but nothing came out.

Then, soon, Dawon sat up.

* * *

‘…Smells sweet.'

Fruit Jam? Or something similar?

A faintly sweet aroma lingered in the air, softly tickling my senses. It wasn’t enough to make my mouth water or anything like that—just idle recognition of a familiar scent.

‘Where have I smelt this before… Potion? Ah.'

I suddenly realized why this smelt familiar; my drowsiness vanished entirely.

‘Yesterday…'

I suddenly remembered Dawon lubing his fingers with a potion. The memory surged into my mind without warning, and my face flushed hotly. A tingly sensation spread through my entire body, leaving me unbearably restless. I shot up from my resting position.

Rather… I was about to stand up, but…

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However, contrary to my expectations, my body wouldn't cooperate.

I barely lifted my head and then buried my face in the pillow again. A sharp pain that usually accompanied an intense workout shot up my spine.

"Awake?"

"……"

A voice chimed in from nearby, as if he had been watching my feeble attempts to move. I froze, unable to summon the courage to lift my head.

Dawon calmly stroked my back in an imitation of a massage. The problem, though, was that his trailing fingertips reminded me of what had happened before I fell asleep.

"…I'm fine." My voice, now hoarse, carried the weight of embarrassment. Remembering the reason behind this hoarseness only made me feel more mortified. Dawon hadn't teased me or anything, but… damn it. If he had, I might’ve bit my tongue clean off.

‘Completely disgraceful…'

But, I didn't hate it. I was just… super embarrassed. Dawon had been perfect, which only made the comparison more glaring. It wasn't like he was immensely skillful or anything, but… Anyways… I enjoyed it.

The problem was my own embarrassing behavior.

‘…I must’ve looked like such a loser. I even cried.’

I turned my stiff head slowly and looked to the side. Then, I made eye contact with Seo Dawon–for how long had he been looking at me?

Dawon was lying next to me, staring at me without smiling. His expression gave no clues as to his inner thoughts.

"…You weren't staring at me the entire time, right?"

The corners of Dawon's lips quirked up into a smile at my anxious question. "Of course not… I had to take some time to change the sheets."

‘You didn't have to say that!'

Dawon burst into laughter when he saw my cheeks heat up. Then, he hugged my back and narrowed the distance between us.

Lips barely brushing past my skin, he said "I've been thinking… About what you said yesterday."

"Huh?"

"About you trying to sway the Servants."

"Ah…"

"As expected–that's impossible."

"What?"

In the end, he stubbornly argued against my plan with a sweet expression on his face. I narrowed my brows as our discussion was reset back to square one.

Dawon kept smiling, "I hate the idea even more after sleeping with you. Before I used to be able to handle breakups or other shenanigans, but…"

"Wha…"

"Now, just the thought of someone else holding your hand makes me feel like I might want to break their bones. I can't stand it anymore, no matter who it is…" Despite saying such chilling words, the way he brushed my hair back was endlessly gentle. Seo Dawon kissed my exposed forehead and whispered softly, "you must have thought I'd become polite and obedient, right?"

I stared at Dawon; my conscience felt a little pricked. I didn't sleep with him to control and manipulate him, but… But I couldn't deny that there was a certain thrill in seeing him bend his stubbornness and crumble.

Dawon smiled refreshingly as he looked down at my speechless self, "I love you, Lee-kyung-ah. But from now on, I’m the only one who can say that to you."

"……"

"Honestly. Why did you have to stir things up when I was restraining myself?"

His tone was a mix of scolding and teasing, but I could easily tell that he wasn’t joking.

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TL: I know the text isn't very explict, but how on earth did the author get this past the R-15 rating in Ridi lolol?

Dawon’s always been such a yandere–and it’s especially so present here. And, I do appreciate how the novel shows how first times can be complicated. Lee-kyung wanted it and yet they were also under duress… It’s a lot of contradicting feelings.