At that moment, a fire broke out in Ilex's heart.
The flame, which no one could extinguish, instantly burned the garden blooming in his soul.
His chest turned into a desert, as if flowers had never bloomed there and butterflies had never flown.
Perverted emotions of bizarre colors and shapes sprouted through the fire.
Tillia in front of him did not have the face of a joker. Once he refuses, she will indeed leave to find another “means” to achieve her goal.
The moment he became convinced of this, the perverted feeling that emerged from the ashes consumed even the fire and his heart.
- Is that how it is?
A perverted sense of possessiveness and jealousy blinded him. Ilex, who had abandoned sincerity, spoke in a childish, mocking tone.
“Then I think we should sleep together.”
A smile like dripping blood spread across his lips.
- Sleep with me.
If that's all you want from me. If the role you expect from me is just this kind of garbage.
- You can't let the other guy have all the fun.
Great. I'll do it. What's so difficult about this?
It was late spring, the time of year when beautiful blooming flowers beckon with their scent.
Under a blindingly bright sky where it was difficult to keep his eyes open, Ilex Davenport whispered his only truth.
- I've been wanting to sleep with you for a long time.
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Lie.
He acted like a villain, taking Tilia away as she wanted, but he didn't actually intend to sleep with her.
He didn't even understand how he managed to continue pretending and get her to his room.
- Antidote.
- I'm sorry?
After pushing Tilia into the bathtub with meaningless words, he ran outside in search of his servant. The only one he trusted, Kevin, looked with a confused face at his owner, who was pouring out a cold sweat.
- Bring me an antidote for holy water poisoning. ASAP.
Grabbing Kevin by the shoulders and shaking him, Ilex desperately shouted:
- I don't care how much it costs - just get it now!
Seeing the mad expression on his master's face, Kevin turned pale and ran away as fast as he could.
Soon the skilled servant returned with the item.
- I... I spent an outrageous amount of money...
Ilex didn't even bother to listen to the rest. Without thinking, he rushed back to the dorm.
The only thought in his head was to pour it into Tilia's mouth. His only desire was to save her and send her back safely to the examination hall.
He could have sworn it. When he entered the room with the antidote, he had no intention of undressing her.
No, to be honest, he wanted to. But at least he wasn't going to desecrate her while she was intoxicated with holy water.
No matter what anyone said, his love was pure. He never thought about exploiting someone in a vulnerable state for his own gain.
He didn't think. I really didn't think...
Until the bathroom door opened and he saw her kneeling on the cold tiles, completely naked.
- Ilex. Now I'm completely clean.
The moment he met the eyes of a girl who seemed to be created solely to seduce him.
- So now we can...
Without a hint of hesitation, she exposed her enchanting body, licking her lips as if she really wanted him, and wrapped her slender arms around his neck.
- What should I do next?
As if it was all a lie, his sanity evaporated.
The antidote was swept away by the raging torrent of desire. The lust he had suppressed for so long burst forth, heading straight for one person.
He fell. He gave up. Blinded by temptation, his mind bowed to lust.
Once upon a time he imagined it.
What if Tilia tries to seduce him? What if the girl who despised him so much smiled coquettishly and approached him as if she wanted him?
In his mind she was provocative. Just the thought of it made him stand under cold water for hours.
But no matter how vivid his fantasies were, they remained only fantasies. The reality was something completely different.
The real Tilia standing before him was far more sensual than the crude dreams he had created.
Yes.
When he stuck his tongue into Tilia's narrow mouth, Ilex admitted it without resistance.
He will never be like his grandfather or uncle, noble creatures of high virtue. He never grew out of the seven-year-old who once desperately wanted to catch a butterfly.
Love at a distance? What nonsense.
Love needs to be touched. Skin should be pressed against skin, tongues should intertwine. How could he ever be satisfied just watching her smile from afar?
- Mmh...
Tilia Ambrose's tongue was so soft.
Damn it, a love that only existed when he closed his eyes? What nonsense is this?
She was the one under the holy water, but it felt like he was the one who lost control. The lower part of his body ached unbearably, as if he had taken the drug himself.
He couldn't contain his desire. Can't a human body be that obscene? Shouldn't this be illegal? Absurd thoughts swirled chaotically in his head. His body burned, unable to cope with the feeling of her soft flesh, which left marks of his grip wherever he touched.
But unlike his desperate struggle, Tilia seemed completely accustomed to offering her body.
The moment he realized this, a different kind of heat rushed into his head.
Wasn't she supposed to hate men? Wasn't that why she threw away the flowers and Samuel Jennings' letter like trash?
No. Until the moment he carefully recorded his observations, she clearly had an aversion to the entire male gender.
So... did something happen that changed her perception of men while he wasn't watching?
His jaw clenched tightly. His lower body was already dripping with desire as he watched Tilia push her breasts towards him, begging her to be tormented. But unlike his flaming body, his gray-blue eyes became cold.
The only time he could not keep a close eye on her was recently - when he was busy bowing his head before judges and officials to ensure Tilia's safe escape to Ontario. This was the only gap in his observation.
If his suspicions were correct, then Tilia must have been having fun while he groveled before the law.
- Here... make it hurt.
Did she really say these words to other men? The very idea was pitiful and childish, but it was enough to release the wild possessive feeling he had difficulty suppressing.
- Will it hurt?
- Ahh...!
- Say it. Do you want me to tease your nipples?
At that moment he understood. Why could I deceive myself, thinking that it was enough to just observe from afar? Why did he convince himself that he didn't need to be near her.
And all because from the very beginning she assumed that she would not allow anyone - including himself - to stand next to her.
- Aaah... No...!
The thought that Tilia, whom he had carefully saved from her pitiful fate, was now pursuing another man drove him crazy. Jealousy tormented me from within, poisoning my words with bitterness.
- You asked me to suck them.
- Hngh...
- I did exactly what you asked. What's there to complain about?
No, maybe it was all just excuses. The truth was that, contrary to his grandfather's words, he was not like his uncle - he was just as depraved as his father.
- Spread your legs.
Tilia's cheeks flushed at his command. The sight of her trying to hide her embarrassment and shame was unbearably pleasant.
Oh. No matter how he looks, he will never be able to love the way his grandfather loved, simply looking longingly at the portrait from afar.
Because now, just the sight of her acting like it was her first time, his erection had swelled to the point where it was ready to burst.
And when their wild, frantic act came to an end, he saw red stains left on the sheets.
Ilex froze like a statue.
He wanted to deny it, but the meaning of the blood was clear. His mind frantically replayed every moment of his actions before this.
How did he treat her? As she cried and struggled, how did he enter her...?
Madman. He treated the virgin in the most vulgar, rude manner. And to make matters worse, she was under the influence of holy water and out of her mind when she came to him.
A curse escaped his lips, the weight of self-loathing pressing down on him. Meanwhile, Tilia, on trembling legs, collected her clothes, deciding to go to the examination hall.
Exactly. He had to get her there. She had to take her final exams.
Suppressing the urge to kidnap her and take her to a doctor, Ilex thrust the antidote into her hands.
- Is this a contraceptive?
One question made him freeze. Without hesitation, Tilia drank the antidote, believing it to be a contraceptive.
While she eagerly swallowed what she believed to be birth control, Ilex stood motionless, as if ready to crumble into dust at the slightest touch.
She glanced at him briefly, adjusting the ribbon on her collar, and then spoke:
“I don’t need to say this, but I’ll say it just once anyway.”
Her green eyes, impossibly clear, devoid of impurities, fixed on him. Unlike him, still half-dressed and disheveled, she was already fully dressed in her uniform, showing no signs of bed events.
“I hope no one else finds out about today.”
As if reinforcing the invisible wall between them, she softly curved her lips into a small smile before delivering the final blow.
“You don’t want to mess with me either, do you?”
With the last words telling him to get dressed and go, the door slammed shut with a loud thud.