History
CH 46
Name:Fairy Trap Author:Chelliace
+ - Turn on Reset
"Brother."
A low, dreary voice overtook the surroundings. With his eyes covered, Yi-Gyeol, whose face was buried within Sethian's arms, was unable to move because of the voice despite his frustration. Just by hearing his voice, he seemed to know how angry Sethian was. As soon as he realized it, he felt a chilling sense as if all the blood in his body was being drained.
"Euugh…."
Zair's painful groans could be heard in his ears. Yi-Gyeol came to his senses only after hearing it and tried to get away from Sethian, but the hand holding his head did not budge at all.
"I certainly warned you."
A blunt sound was heard once more between Sethian's oppressive words. What followed was Zair's groan, which grew a little louder than before.
"I told you I'll never lend what's mine to anyone."
"Sethian, you piece of shit…! Euugh!"
Another thump was heard. Shortly afterward, Sethian gently held Yi-Gyeol's body. Yi-Gyeol, whose stuffy vision suddenly opened and was lifted up, stopped breathing upon seeing Sethian's cold side face in front of him.
"I think it's the first time you've ever left such a mark on someone, am I mistaken?"
Zair frowned and raised his hand that had been pressed down on the tea table and stroked the back of it. In the place where his hand was, an angled teaspoon, bent twice as if it were about to break, was lying around. If the teaspoon had been a little harder, it would not have been possible for the bones on Zair's hand to have remained.
The corners of Sethian's lips, who was coldly facing Zair, slyly curled up.
"You saw it right."
Sethian agreed with Zair's words and looked down at Yi-Gyeol in his arms. He had a pale complexion and his eyes were glued to Zair's blood-stained hands that had just been exposed. The skin was completely crushed and he could see blood flowing down to his wrists. Sethian got irritated with Zair even more, who took Yi-Gyeol's gaze with 'just that much' injury.
"…!"
Yi-Gyeol's body trembled greatly at the sudden hot and tingling sensation he felt at the back of his neck. When he took his eyes off Zair and turned his head, he saw purple hair touching the nape of his neck.
"Se…th, Wai…, Aah!"
It wasn't the first time he felt the soft flesh on the back of his neck being strongly sucked, but it was particularly strong this time. It felt as if his skin had been torn off and was being chewed well within Sethian's lips. The chilling pain and the indescribable strange stimulation caused his shoulders to shrink and his body to shiver. The heat that started from his neck quickly spread across Yi-Gyeol's face.
Taking off his lips, Sethian leaned his head on his shoulder and looked down at the already out of breath Yi-Gyeol, and threw a cold glare at Zair, who still had a disapproving gaze.
"You should've guessed it clearly by now. What will happen if you touch this person."
After leaving those words, Sethian left the rose-filled garden while holding Yi-Gyeol in his arms. Zair stared fiercely at Sethian's back for some time.
−Zair-nim, are you all right?
The white butterfly that was flying around brought up the words that he had been holding back. Crown Prince Sethian and the young man named Joo Yi-Gyeol could hear a soul's voice, so when things started happening, it couldn't do it even if it wanted to open its mouths.
Zair's eyes, which were filled with terrifying anger just moments ago, slowly softened. He looked down at the back of his hand that was beaten by Sethian. The blood was clotting, the skin was badly disfigured, and from the pain, it seems like his bones had been cracked. But for some reason, a small smile surfaced on Zair's face as he assessed his own hands.
As the result was what he intended, he couldn't help but be satisfied.
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As soon as Yi-Gyeol returned to their bedroom, he clung to Sethian with a pale complexion on his face.
"Is it going to be okay? He's bleeding too, what should we do if he's seriously injured?"
"There's nothing to worry about."
"How can I not worry?! His hand…, The back of his hand…."
The corners of Sethian's eyes frowned slightly as he watched Yi-Gyeol sit on the bed, rolling his eyes anxiously and shaking.
"It's none of your concern."
"But it happened because of me. I…."
"Joo Yi-Gyeol."
Sethian called Yi-Gyeol's name in a cold voice. Whether that worked or not, Yi-Gyeol's trembling shoulders abruptly stopped, and his eyes, which had never looked properly at him before, finally captured Sethian.
"You only have to care about me in front of you."
Sethian's fingertips touched Yi-Gyeol's neck. The traces he left just a while ago are already turning bright red.
"Did that bastard touch you?"
Yi-Gyeol's trembling lips tightly shut. Sethian, who had been looking at his eyes obsessively, suddenly headed out the door. Lenox and Kirsty, who were waiting outside, reflexively bowed down when they saw him.
"Lenox, explain."
At Sethian's bleak voice, Lenox calmly expressed the situation at the time. From when Yi-Gyeol walked over the garden as if chasing something, to the strange conversation between the two. Even the smallest detail of the conversation was reported to him.
After quietly listening to the report, Sethian pulled off the sharp cross-shaped ornament on the chest of Lenox's uniform by force. Then, he abruptly thrust the pointed end of the decoration into Lenox's side with all his might.
"…!"
It was a sudden attack, but Lenox only frowned slightly and did not groan.
"I attached you to Joo Yi-Gyeol so that no one could touch him. Bear that in mind."
"…I apologize. I'll keep that in mind…moving forward."
It wasn't until Lenox answered so that Sethian pulled out the brooch and put it directly on his hand. The hot blood on the brooch soaked Lenox's palm as if to warn him.
"Go get treated and change clothes."
It sounded like he was caring for him but Sethian just hoped that Yi-Gyeol wouldn't notice his wounds. Even though he fully knows that Zair is one of his siblings who's after his life, to worry about him that way, he couldn't help but feel uneasy.
Taking his eyes off the bloodstains that began to dye Lenox's uniform, Sethian went back into the room. An indescribable strange feeling surged inside him as he watched Yi-Gyeol being restless and anxious as he sat still on the bed. He left him alone for now since he was a prince, but if Sethian would follow his feelings, he wanted to drag Zair to his torture chamber and chop him into pieces.
Coming closer to him, Sethian grabbed Yi-Gyeol by the chin and forced him to look at him. As he stared at him without saying a word, Yi-Gyeol's eyes fluttered even more anxiously, and his two hands grabbed Sethian's wrist.
"I'm sorry…."
Sethian's eyebrows twitched. He thought he was still worried and concerned about Zair, but he apologized instead, contrary to what he expected.
"Sorry…."
"For what?"
He couldn't help getting frustrated hearing Yi-Gyeol apologizing continuously. There are so many things hidden behind those short words that he doesn't know what he's really trying to say.
The white part of Yi-Gyeol's eyes remorsefully grew even redder.
"I caused you some trouble, didn't I? As expected, I shouldn't have desired to go out…. I should've just stayed still…."
The trembling on Yi-Gyeol's hand, which was gripping Sethian's wrist, visibly grew.
"I made you mad. Please don't be angry…. It's all my fault…."
Yi-Gyeol's face piteously crumbled. A forced smile hung on the corner of his lips, and his wide-open eyes were trembling as pitifully as his hands.
"Sorry. I won't go out anymore. I'll just…stay inside the room."
"Joo Yi-Gyeol."
"I'll listen to you and behave well…. Don't hate me, please…."
Yi-Gyeol's eyes gradually filled with water. The reflection in his eyes was definitely Sethian's, but it was as if he was looking at something else.
Without even recognizing what he was saying, Yi-Gyeol repeatedly said sorry and told him not to hate him over and over again. The trauma he thought he had already forgotten rose to the surface and surrounded him once more.
He shouldn't cause problems. He shouldn't be a burden. He shouldn't be hated.
If that happens, he will be alone again.
Yi-Gyeol doesn't want to go back to his insanely lonely past. It was too hard to bear to see the warm faces of those people close to him become as cold as ice, and the affectionate words that flowed from their mouths turned into bone-piercing painful awls.
All that remained in his mind were not regrets or worries about Zair. The only thing important to Yi-Gyeol right now, rather than the fact that Zair was injured, was that he caused trouble for Sethian, and that he was clearly angry. It was the first time that Sethian, who always seemed indifferent, was angry with such a frightening atmosphere, so he was so scared beyond control.
He was a haven that he had barely found and had barely obtained. Sethian's side was the only place where he found himself standing on his own two feet, and he was the only one who cared for him without any prejudice. He could still feel the warmth as he embraced him, but the mere thought that he was suddenly hated and abandoned made him not be able to endure it.
The depression and negative thoughts that he thought he had already forgotten came rushing in like a big wave. His heart pounded so fast that it ached and his head was throbbing.
Sethian held his hand tightly as if he would never let go and looked into Yi-Gyeol's eyes who was eroded by insecurity. The first thing that Sethian felt, who confirmed the uncontrollable anxiety in Yi-Gyeol's eyes, was a supreme joy he had never experienced before
CH 47
Name:Fairy Trap Author:Chelliace
Sethian's hand wrapped around Yi-Gyeol's face. His eyes were still fluttering with anxiety, but Sethian's figure within it didn't falter.
"Are you afraid that I'll get mad?"
"Mhm[1]."
Perhaps because he was pleased with Yi-Gyeol's gentle reply, the sharp air around Sethian quickly disappeared in an instant.
"You don't want me to abandon you?"
"Mhm…."
It was a short but steady and satisfying answer. The corners of Sethian's eyebrows curved nicely.
"Then I want you to do whatever you want."
"But…."
Sethian blocked the words that were about to flow through Yi-Gyeol's mumbling lips with a short kiss, then lowered his lips to his neck afterward. As soon as his hot lips touched the cold skin, its complexion quickly changed.
"Stay by my side and don't go into another bastard's hand."
He searched for a white spot with no marks around Yi-Gyeol's neck, where red marks were scattered, and obstinately kissed him. As if to fill all the places where there is no trace of him.
"I won't be angry and throw you away no matter what you do."
As Yi-Gyeol's whole body twitched at the heat left on his neck, Sethian's lips slipped through the slightly open shirt and sucked on his collarbone. A small moan escaped Yi-Gyeol's lips in the unexpected tingle, but he didn't push or avoid it.
Sethian, licking the teeth marks with the tip of his tongue, touched Yi-Gyeol's left chest. The intense beat, which one would not think to come from a made-up body, was clearly felt through the thin shirt.
"Only…."
The hand that was touching Yi-Gyeol's chest slipped slowly, crossing his waist, brushing his pelvis, and sweeping his thighs. Yi-Gyeol breathed a bit roughly from the heat that settled in his neck and collarbone, and fixed his gaze on Sethian's fingertips, which passed by as if carving a path on his body.
"If you ever try to break away from me, I'll lock you in here forever. Never to meet anyone, never to see anyone."
He imagined Yi-Gyeol leaving him and going to Zair, to his other siblings, or to his family. The fingertips that were touching Yi-Gyeol's thighs readily gained strength.
If that happens, without any hesitation. No matter where he is, he will kill all those who are with him, forcefully drag him away, and crush the legs he was touching with his fingertips at the moment. Or perhaps it would be better to just break his ankles or remove its tendons rather than the entire leg. He doesn't want to see him in pain unlike the others, so let's give him anesthesia and just let him see it once his legs were already ruined. After that, it would be good to control his vitality so that he won't be able to move as well as before.
Sweeping the thin legs, which are only the width of the palm of his hand, makes him think even more viciously.
"Without my permission, neither the servants, aristocrats, my siblings, let alone the emperor; do not let them touch you. Whoever it is, I will kill them all and set them on fire."
Yi-Gyeol felt a chilling sensation at Sethian's heartfelt words. Yet, strangely, he did not feel the desire to escape.
Yi-Gyeol's trembling hand wrapped around Sethian's back. No matter how cold and terrifying his words may be, for Yi-Gyeol, he was the only resting place and warm domain he did not want to escape. He will even stay as docilely still as a bird trapped in a cage if Sethian says he wants him to.
Sethian embraced Yi-Gyeol tightly, who hugged and clung to him, then whispered in his ear with a satisfied expression on his face.
"Do not forget. You're mine."
The pure white ears that Sethian's breath touched gradually dyed red. Seemingly brainwashing him, he engraved his voice in Yi-Gyeol's head.
"I'm the only one who can touch you, and I'm the only one you can touch."
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After that day, at first glance, nothing seemed to have changed with Yi-Gyeol at all.
He still has a pure and bright appearance as usual, and he smiles without hesitation over the smallest things. In addition, he gained some weight and built up stamina, making it possible for him to run even a little. Roa's periodic inspection and Eda's mana supply were still there, but he was apparently healthy enough now that they aren't really necessary.
However, Roa was still not satisfied.
'It's good that he's filled with vitality but….'
He furtively glanced down and scanned through Yi-Gyeol's left chest where his hand was placed. The red traces that had previously only remained around the neck and collarbones had now tread downwards to his chest and colored it darkly in a lot of places.
'No matter how much I think about it, this….'
He tried to think more deeply, but then stopped immediately. That's because the chilling gaze of the man behind him is so sharp that it feels like he was dissecting and looking into his head.
After the inspection, Roa pulled out his hand and smiled as if nothing had happened.
"It's remarkably good. You have plenty of vitality and your body is also healthy. Just don't be impatient and build up your stamina slowly."
"Thank you, sir."
Yi-Gyeol returned Roa's smile and got up from the chair where he was sitting and started getting dressed. Thanks to high-quality meals and vitality, Yi-Gyeol's body gained weight quickly and healthily, and although it was still thin, it now just seemed slender, and it wasn't bad to look at. Still, the impression of being delicate remained.
Sethian personally took care of Yi-Gyeol's clothes and glanced at Roa with cold eyes.
"Until when do we have to do this test?"
Although he seemed indifferent, there was clearly annoyance and displeasure within his voice.
"The next inspection and mana supply will probably be the last. He is getting better much faster than I expected."
"Just as well."
Sethian meticulously adjusted Yi-Gyeol's shirt buttons and stroked his hair.
"Since you're healthy, let's go for a walk together tonight. Be good and stay here until I get back."
"Mhm, I will."
As if he liked the way he answered compliantly like an obedient child, a slight smile surfaced on Sethian's lips. Roa looked at them and thought that his prediction was right.
After Sethian and Roa left the room, Yi-Gyeol, who was left alone, sat down on a chair and opened the book he had been reading a few hours ago. Now, instead of reading a picture book with only one or two lines on the illustration, he was reading a thick book full of unknown languages. He wasn't able to completely read yet, but even though it takes him a while, to some extent, he can grasp the context and understand its content. It took him quite some time, but as he only stayed in the bedroom and kept reading all day, his learning ability improved pretty quickly.
After reading the contents by reciting them several times in his head, Yi-Gyeol wrote down the parts he did not understand or was difficult to read on a piece of paper. Sethian will read and explain it to him when he comes back, so he was organizing it in advance so that he could show it to him right away.
'I need to grasp them quickly.'
He even copied the handwriting on the paper with a quill pen that Sethian got him. Yi-Gyeol wants to be able to fully write, read and understand the language of this world perfectly as soon as possible.
'This is the only thing I can help Seth with.'
Sethian said that he would make use of his ability, but didn't really want anything from him. Whether it being used as a spy or being sent somewhere for espionage, if Sethian really wants to use his out-of-body ability, Yi-Gyeol would be willing to do it. However, Sethian seemed to have no intention of doing so at some point.
'It's because I'm not good enough.'
There's nothing he can do.
Yeah, there's really nothing he can do, and he couldn't also help anywhere. That's why.
In Yi-Gyeol's opinion, there were two things that he's lacking at the moment.
Physical strength, and language.
He ate whatever food Sethian prepared to improve his stamina. Even if he didn't want to eat because he was full, he'd just rest and didn't skip eating. Whenever he was left alone in the bedroom and recalled vague memories, he would stretch repeatedly, and recently, even if it was difficult, he did some exercises that would make him sweat enough. He thought that the stretching and exercise he did in his PE class during his middle and high school was not something he learned in vain.
The problem was language. Conversation can be done as seamlessly as possible, but writing or reading is greatly limited. Even if Sethian offered to help, he was obviously busy with work, so he couldn't keep him by his side and ask him to serve as a teacher. He also couldn't ask to get someone to teach him, thinking that he was bothering Sethian for no reason, so he can only keep his mouth shut. He was quite apprehensive of having someone else enter the room as well, so he had no choice but to learn on his own.
'Seth will be able to use me once I can read and write perfectly.'
He can't stay by his side like a barley sack forever. Sethian is rather nice and caring unlike his appearance, but after he becomes emperor, he may have more work to do, so he may not even get a chance to see his face. Then, if he gets in the way of Sethian and becomes a stumbling block, he will gradually neglect him, and eventually….
'No, I'm never going to let that happen.'
Yi-Gyeol's eyes gleamed with determination and focused on the book densely filled with elaborate letters. His hand, holding the quill, moved quickly and accurately, perfectly copying some of the sentences in the book.
Then, Yi-Gyeol's hand abruptly stopped. He turned his head stiffly and looked outside the window. Through the half-opened window, he could see a large branch of a tree. And even the black crow sitting calmly on it.
It was a crow that he kept seeing daily since a few days ago. Occasionally, whenever he turned his eyes to the window, he would get this feeling that it was looking at him and even stare straight into his eyes. And as it is now, he could feel the way its gaze was focused straight only at him it somehow stings.
Yi-Gyeol put down the quill he was holding and went to the window. In the meantime, the crow's gaze that was hooked on him remained.
He opened the window wide and placed his hand on the frame to support his upper body. He slanted his head slightly and smiled gently.
"Why are you watching me every day?"
He knew it wouldn't be able to answer, but he was curious and no one was looking so he let the words come out of his mouth. Correspondingly, the crow tilted its head as if struggling to understand what he was saying. The end of his eyebrows curled thinking that it looked so cute, when suddenly, he heard an unexpected voice.
−Because Zair-nim is worried about you.
Yi-Gyeol's hand trembled as he grabbed the window sill. The voice of a young man that he had heard for the first time was clearly transmitted to his head.
There was nothing to look around. He's the only one in the bedroom, and this is the third floor. There is no one in the close distance where a voice can be transferred as clearly as it is now. Except for the crow in front of him.
The crow's blinking eyes narrowed like it was smiling.
−He's been worrying about how you're doing every day.
CH 48
Name:Fairy Trap Author:Chelliace
A lot of thoughts passed through Yi-Gyeol's head. From the thought of whether even animals can speak in this world, he's hearing some auditory hallucination, or in fact, there is someone else nearby.
As he looked around once more, the crow flew from the branch and landed on the window frame. The crow, sitting within the gap between Yi-Gyeol's arms and the window sill, looked up at Yi-Gyeol's face above its head.
−Do you feel uncomfortable somewhere?
It was only after the worried voice was heard once more inside his head that he was convinced. The owner of this voice was indeed the crow in front of him. Furthermore….
"Are you perhaps a soul…butterfly?"
If it was an animal that could really talk, it would have used its vocal cords. However, the crow in front of him never opened its beak even while talking, and the sound came in through his head, not his ears. Since he had already experienced hearing a soul's voice through his head once, his guess was soon confirmed.
As if smiling at the question, the crow's eyes narrowed once more.
−That's right.
A short answer echoed in his head, along with a reaction that a normal crow would not have shown. The crow's head tilted left and right a couple of times as if it was dancing.
−I'm just possessing the body of a crow for a while right now. You've never seen it before?
"Mhm, it's amazing…."
His eyes twinkled at the word 'possession'. He had seen souls countless times, but it was the first time he saw the state of being possessed that he had only heard of in words. What's more, even possession of an animal.
"How do you do this? Can all souls do it?"
−I got help from Zair-nim. Our Zair-nim is good at soul magic.
It looked pretty cute, talking triumphantly with its black-furred chest sticking out to the fullest.
The crow stared at Yi-Gyeol, who was completely distracted by its appearance, and tried to rub its face on the back of his hand which was holding the window sill, to attract his attention. Just before the head touched, Yi-Gyeol took his hand off in surprise, but thanks to this, his dazed eyes quickly returned clearly.
Yi-Gyeol couldn't touch the crow because of Sethian's words that he would kill and burn anyone who touches him. It was inevitable with Roa and Eda since they have to check his body condition and inject him with mana, but the crow may be completely roasted as soon as it is discovered by Sethian.
Yi-Gyeol, who imagined the crow being burned to become a hideous grilled bird, came to his senses again at the voice speaking to him.
−How are you doing? It seems like Crown Prince Sethian is bullying you.
His eyes widened at the crow's question. Who's bullying him? Seth?
When he shook his head at the ridiculous words, the crow patted the window frame with its paws and spoke as if scolding him.
−I've seen it all. He lays on top of you every day and won't let go even if you groan and is having a hard time. He'd pressed you so that you couldn't move and kept biting you.[1]
Yi-Gyeol's face, who was thinking seriously about what it was talking about, suddenly heated up. His hand unwittingly covered his reddish neck, and his other hand covered the exposed collarbone area through the shirt. Even so, he couldn't cover it all up, and the red marks could still be seen.
"That… He's not bullying or hurting me. Rather, he's trying to make me…healthy."
Even now, the marks Sethian left in the morning still sting a little.
"In exchange for giving you vitality, I'm going to leave traces that show's you belong to me."
As if it was his right, these were Sethian's proud words as he nibble the tender flesh on his neck after a deep kiss. Recalling those words full of possessiveness, his face turned even redder.
"Don't hide it. Show it clearly to everyone who sees you. So that they'll think twice before daring to touch you."
If it had been in Korea, such actions and remarks could have been terrifyingly strange, but it was understandable because they were in this world and because the one who said them was Sethian. Kissing with the same gender is not uncommon in this world, how much more, perhaps Sethian was that kind of person originally, none of those who saw it frowned or looked at them strangely. Even with the red marks left on his body.
At times, he wondered if Sethian had something else for him more than his friendly affection and interest in his abilities. Whenever he was kissing or staring at him, his emerald-like eyes were unbearably hot, and even now that he was able to move enough, he's still pushing for them to sleep closely in the same bed.
'But that would be impossible.'
He is just a weak, useless, unattractive guy. There is only one reason why he puts himself by his side and takes care of him with sincerity.
'Seth is only nice to me because of my ability. I shouldn't forget that.'
The idea doesn't hurt. Rather, it reminded him of what he must do to stay by his side and aroused his motivation.
If he could not be alone, if he could receive legitimate affection, he felt like he could do anything.
The crow, who was looking up at Yi-Gyeol that's in deep thought with his eyes lowered down, tapped the window sill with its foot again as if to attract his attention.
−Crown Prince Sethian is dangerous.
"That's not true."
The words of denial came out instinctively at the crow's words.
"Seth is very nice to me. He's not a dangerous person."
−You're wrong.
The crow spread its wings threateningly wide, expressing intense emotions.
−If he's not a dangerous person, why did he make the back of Zair-nim's hand like that? And even before. He broke his two fingers like nothing happened.
The young man's enraged voice passed through Yi-Gyeol's head. Thanks to that, Zair's wounded and bloody hand clearly came to his mind. Knowing it was Sethian who made those wounds, he couldn't blindly deny it.
−Even so, Zair-nim was worried that Crown Prince Sethian's anger that day caused you to get hurt.
"Worried…."
−That's right! Zair-nim is such a nice and warm person…. Crown Prince Sethian just can't wait to prey on such Zair-nim every time!
Pretending to be affected, he looked down at the crow defending Zair and remembered the face he saw in the garden. He looks brusque, but he still remembers his friendly eyes and the way he spoke to him.
Even though it was him who was injured, it sounded quite sweet to hear that he was actually worried about him. Rather than worrying about his own wounds, he felt distinctly comparable to himself, who feared that he would bring some drawback to Sethian.
'However….'
It felt as if cold water had been poured on his head. His brain worked surprisingly fast.
Unlike his frosty inner feelings, Yi-Gyeol's face was filled with warm worries.
"How's his hand? Is it okay now?"
He asked with concern, pretending to be sincere in his voice.
−It's much better now. But then his bones were damaged and he still can't use his hands well. He's even having a hard time just to hold a quill.
"Ah…, I feel really sorry, what should I do…. Because of me…."
He contorted the corners of his eyes and even showed some restlessness.
The crow, with its wings folded back, jumped on the window sill a couple of times.
−I'll tell him that you're very sorry and worried.
"Would you do that for me? Seth seems to have some animosity towards him, so I want to apologize too. I was the one who crossed the garden in the first place…. I wish there was something I could do for him…."
−Zair-nim is kind so he won't ask for anything difficult. I'll pass it to him well and come back tomorrow.
The crow jumped over the window sill once and turned around. Yi-Gyeol said thank you to the crow's back.
A light flapping sound was heard, and the crow flew out of the window frame. It quickly flew towards Zair's castle, which can be seen from Yi-Gyeol's window.
Yi-Gyeol, who had a smile full of worry and regret, turned around with a cold expression on his face. He took his eyes off the crow as it was moving away and closed the window firmly.
'He's definitely scheming something.'
Suspicious. Really suspicious.
'Don't trust anyone here but me. If there's someone wearing a mask in front of you, you do the same. That is the basics in this place.'
Sethian's words, engraved in his head close to being brainwashed, dictated all of Yi-Gyeol.
'I wouldn't trust anyone but Seth.'
Especially if the opponent is a threat to him.
'If you're going to use me, I'll use you instead.'
He had been thinking since long ago that Zair could try to use him under the pretext of what happened in the garden that day. In Yi-Gyeol's mind, no matter how friendly Zair looked at him and how kind his words were, he was decisively classified as an 'enemy'.
Sethian's enemy is his own enemy.
He will never just stand still if anyone tries to threaten his position.
Yi-Gyeol glared at the window with cold eyes resembling that of Sethian's and turned and approached the bedroom door. Tok-tok, after knocking twice, the door gently opens from the outside.
"Yes, is there something you need?"
Kirsty, who was guarding outside, stuck out his head and asked with a puzzled expression. He tilted his head, curiosity on his face, as Yi-Gyeol had never knocked first from the inside before.
Yi-Gyeol raised the corners of his lips and smiled. It was a smile that he used to see often, but it felt strangely cold. His beautiful red lips flashed sweetly.
"Please call His Highness, Crown Prince Sethian."
CH 49
Name:Fairy Trap Author:Chelliance
Upon hearing that he is looking for him, Sethian came running to his bedchamber immediately. Aside from it being the first time that Yi-Gyeol asked to call for him, Kirsty's words saying, 'Something's wrong with him,' bothered him as well. Thinking that there might be a problem somewhere in his body, he promptly summoned Roa again from the Magic Tower.
But contrary to his thoughts, Yi-Gyeol was the same as usual. Sethian had no choice but to doubt Kirsty's sense of judgment as he was smiling the same way as before he left the room.
"I heard you're looking for me."
Feeling a strange tickle that Yi-Gyeol asked for him, he reached out to his neck. It wasn't until his fingertips touched Yi-Gyeol's nape and stroked it half-graspingly that he finally realized that something was quite not right with him. His body temperature is undoubtedly lower than usual.
"I think Prince Zair is trying to use me."
Sethian, who was about to ask if something was wrong, furrowed his eyebrows at Yi-Gyeol's words. Zair's name, which suddenly popped out, is already an established source of annoyance, but the content of those words made him extra unpleasant.
"Tell me in detail."
"I met a crow possessed by a soul earlier."
In a calm tone, Yi-Gyeol rehashed what happened with the crow earlier. Sethian quietly listened to his story and never took his eyes off him.
"…it said, so it'll probably come back tomorrow."
Yi-Gyeol's upright eyes were infinitely placid even until the end of his narration. Only then did Sethian understand Kirsty's reaction. Nothing had changed on the surface, but his aura was obviously different. He seems like a hunter who laid a secret trap and at this stage was shrewdly and patiently watching his prey get cornered from afar.
It only took Sethian an instant to get attracted to this newfound side of Yi-Gyeol.
The corners of Sethian's eyebrows slightly rose.
"And what are you planning that you hastily asked for me? You know I would probably have a cold-blooded way to bury him."
He wanted to know exactly what he was thinking. Personally, rather than deliberately falling for Zair's tricks, he palpably prefers to guard Yi-Gyeol and hide him in a bedroom with tightly closed windows and curtains. He has the confidence to be his shield, so he can just continue pretending to be ignorant of everything like he usually did, and obediently stay inside the bedroom with his innocent appearance.
A charming smile hung on the corner of Yi-Gyeol's lips.
"I'm going to find out what he's trying to do."
"Even if you find out, will you – who's as weak as a chicken – be able to make the corresponding actions? If anything, you might carelessly end up playing in his hands by contrast."
It was a cold statement but it was true. In Sethian's eyes, Yi-Gyeol is something so fragile that he can be compared to a small animal the size of his palm. It was unexpected that he discerned Zair's tricks, but even so, for Sethian, his psychological aspect was just like a naive child comparable to his appearance.
"Who knows, you could also fall for that bastard's honeyed words and betray me."
Sethian's hand passed through the side of Yi-Gyeol's neck, wrapped around his nape, and drew him closer to him. Yi-Gyeol willingly let Sethian pull him without withdrawing his unyielding gaze.
"That's not gonna happen, Seth."
"I wonder. All the traitors I knew said the same words as you."
For a brief moment, he remembered the situation when Yi-Gyeol was standing next to Zair in the garden. The bright smile that was always directed at him turned towards the person he hated so much, and Zair was also smiling back at him with a friendly face he had never seen before. Even just thinking about it, an uncontrollable rage that's monstrously disparate to his cold self, seethed over him. In the event that the emperor's crown was placed on Zair's head, and he uses his vitality as a pretext after reconstructing Yi-Gyeol's body with golden magic….
"I could never betray you."
Yi-Gyeol's voice was ringingly heard as if to block Sethian's rampaging imagination. His hand gripped the front of Sethian's jacket.
"You said I couldn't live without you. How can I betray you when you're the one who owns me?"
Desperation and some other emotion were mixed within Yi-Gyeol's gaze. Something common not only in the eyes of Lenox and Kirsty, who were close to him, but also in all the knights he had reared.
Blind trust and loyalty.
Yi-Gyeol's unexpected emotions were transparently conveyed to Sethian.
"I might not know what kind of person he is, but what I know is that he is your enemy. Such a person must have something on his mind when he approached me on purpose who was obviously by your side. Whether he's trying to coax me over to use me, or to get some information about you."
"What's the use of figuring that out? With or without such information, nothing will happen as long as I deter him off in advance."
"No, there's no point in just impeding him."
The corners of Yi-Gyeol's eyes softly curved as his eyes glinted a cold light.
"If he wants to use me, I will use him the other way around. That way, your road ahead would be a little more smoother."
If he's trying to dupe and use him, he will pretend to buy it, but in return, he will register everything the other person has in his ears and eyes. Depending on the circumstances, the matters he's been preparing could also be disrupted or go awry. Cunningly approaching him pretending to be close with an innocent face and playing in the middle of both sides, he might also be able to use this sense of kinship to hear his deeply buried stories and pass them on to Sethian.
"What if he wasn't trying to take advantage of you but was genuinely worried?"
Sethian insinuated with the intention of prying out Yi-Gyeol's mind. Although Yi-Gyeol's unprecedented temperament was both new and interesting, Sethian still couldn't be sure of his true intentions. Of course, Yi-Gyeol looking at himself with such blind faith and loyalty was the greatest feeling. To the point where he wants to push him on the bed this instant and kiss him senselessly.
But it's still not enough. If it's something that changes depending on the opponent, he'd rather he doesn't show this side of him.
Fortunately, Yi-Gyeol's gaze did not waver.
"Even so, it doesn't matter. The fact that he's your enemy remains the same."
Sethian felt that something was pleasantly thumping somewhere deep down inside him. His uncontrollable interest in Yi-Gyeol step by step, rises with the thunderously booming sound.
"In the first place, the crow wandered outside the window even before I met him in person. He should've been receiving reports since then, so he must be aware that I'm staying in your room and that I have a close connection to you. Knowing that, he must've deliberately come out of the garden to talk to me and tried to build a bridge…. No matter how much you think about it, I think he's trying to use me."
He is quick to judge the situation and is cool-headed. On top of that, he has a good eye as well.
"As long as the other person is your enemy, I'm not just going to let myself be stupidly taken advantaged of."
He thought he was only kind and naive, but now he knew that he can also speak apathetically and resolutely.
Sethian's arms surrounded Yi-Gyeol's waist. His chest which was pulled closer is beating slowly. Normally, Yi-Gyeol's heartbeat would pound faster than his, but this time, Sethian can definitely say that his ran twice as fast.
And as if Yi-Gyeol, who was now almost practically without any distance to him, is further whetting his appetite, he added.
"You're the only one who can use me."
It sounded like an earnest pledge of loyalty, like a knight's oath. The chest that was pressed against him fluctuated, and more stimulation than usual came, making his whole body tingle.
It was such a strange sensation, but it wasn't the first time he had experienced it. It was like the joy of that day when Yi-Gyeol clung to him and begged him not to throw him away.
For a brief moment, he felt like he had gone out of his mind and then went back. He only blinked once, but before he knew it, he was already covering Yi-Gyeol's lips.
"Euup…?!"
It still hasn't been a long time since he gave him vitality and now he was being kissed again, so Yi-Gyeol quickly became embarrassed. However, it wasn't just a day or two that they had kissed like this, so there was no sign of pushing back or resistance. Moreover, the vitality's stimulation contained within the saliva spreading throughout his body was a pleasant experience for Yi-Gyeol himself.
While they were kissing, Yi-Gyeol's clear and sharp eyes turned hazy, and his body was already lying on the bed before he knew it.
A desire Sethian had never experienced before came and led him. Positioned on top of Yi-Gyeol, Sethian was unbuttoning his shirt one by one while pulling his responsive tongue. The sugary white upper body, which seems to be conspicuous even without lowering his gaze, was glaringly visible.
Sethian removed his mouth from Yi-Gyeol's lips and lowered it to the nape of his neck which was full of red traces. He likes the sound of his pitiful gasping and panting, and the convulsing of his body that comes with it.
"It sounds like you want me to use you."
Remunerating what Yi-Gyeol had said, he passionately sucked the subtle skin of his collarbone with his lips. He distinctly felt Yi-Gyeol's body twitching.
"…You're right…. I want you…to use me."
Yi-Gyeol's sincere voice was heard between gasps.
A person of value.
Sethian was certainly aware of what Yi-Gyeol wanted as well.
His lips slipped down a little further, leaving Yi-Gyeol's collarbone bursting with scarlet red marks. A small, pale-pinkish bump that stood out over the ghastly white skin caught his eyes.
"Does it matter how I use you?"
For example, dealing with his sexual desire that has recently begun to crazily rise.
When he raised his eyes, Yi-Gyeol's misty eyes met his gaze. His innocent eyes blink slowly as if giving his assent.
"Anything is fine…. I'll do anything I can to help."
The corners of Sethian's mouth faintly lifted, and soon his lips turned towards the little bump he had seen a moment ago.
CH 50
Name:Fairy Trap Author:Chelliace
"Gasp!"
Heat and itchiness comparable to pain was the first thing that Yi-Gyeol felt. He hasn't been this sensitive than any other place that Sethian's lips have ever been before.
His nipple – which was sucked into Sethian's mouth – was incessantly flicked back and forth by the tip of his unbearably hot tongue, wrapped around, and repeatedly bit and nibbled inside. Whenever that happens, his waist unintentionally buckles, his chest arches up, and his breathing hitches. The excessive stimulation he's experiencing for the first time brought a strange need that seemed to touch every cell in his whole body beyond the itchiness.
"We…wait, this…. Ngh…!"
Defenselessly exposed to the pleasure that swept over him, Yi-Gyeol twisted his body and crumpled the bed sheet with both hands. His slightly floating chest was held captive by Sethian's hand, holding his back with no chance of escape.
Even as he rolled his sensitive peak within his mouth, Sethian's heated gaze tenaciously didn't fall from Yi-Gyeol's face. It was as if to capture each and every single one of his reactions.
When he realized that Sethian was watching without taking his eyes off him, he felt like the stimulation from his chest doubled. The creased corners of his eyes, which seemed to be in tears for being unable to resist the building pleasure, and the lips that let out a strangled moan, were all captured within his intense eyes.
"…!"
Suddenly, Yi-Gyeol felt another stimulation from his other chest. His eyes fluttered open and his body trembled. Before he knew it, Sethian's fingertips had already arrived at his opposite peak, pressing it firmly, and was twirling it around. He felt like his entire being was boiling with fever. He bit his lower lip tightly and somehow managed to keep himself from making a sound, but when Sethian impetuously pinched and pulled it with his fingertips, Yi-Gyeol couldn't help but leak out a muffled cry.
Only then did he realize that something was strange. It was definitely different from the way Sethian usually buries his lips and sucks on his skin to leave his traces.
"Seth, what…are you…, Aah!"
He sent a bewildered gaze, but Sethian's eyes remained unperturbed. Rather, he began to aggressively fondle his nipple, which had become erect due to overstimulation, more audaciously. Every time it was tenderly pinched, bitten, and mercilessly suckled; the turbulence from the stimulation lingering around his chest strongly spread throughout his whole body and then came back repeatedly. One side alone already maketh him lose his mind, but with both sides, his arms and legs lost strength and his head became fuzzy.
Removing his mouth off his chest, Sethian slid down, making a long path of saliva with the tip of his tongue. Passing through the slightly protruding ribs, through the hollow stomach, and with both fingertips, scoured down his sides at the same speed. He shivered at the stimulation of his body being caressed devotedly.
The hand that descended down to his waist soon reached the center of Yi-Gyeol's lower body. It occasionally happened when they kissed for a long time, but as Sethian expected, it was slightly swollen this time as well.
A large hand went into Yi-Gyeol's trousers and grabbed what was inside without any hesitation.
"Ah-!"
A different high-pitched sound departed from Yi-Gyeol's lips. Yi-Gyeol, who was overpowered to the point of limplessly drooping, abruptly raised his upper body and pushed Sethian's shoulder with a heavily flushed face.
"You can't! This…, This…!"
He was so flustered that he couldn't finish his words and could only end up opening and closing his lips.
He knew himself that his thing had already been erected in his pants due to the accumulated stimulation all this while. And the fact that at the end of it, liquid was forming and his underwear was already slightly wet as well.
That is why he had to discourage Sethian even more.
"Yo-you can't, it's dirty. So can you… Please take off your hands."
Not knowing where to put his gaze, Yi-Gyeol rolled his eyes around and made an embarrassed expression. Even though his voice gradually grew smaller, he knew it was enough to be heard by Sethian who is just within spitting distance. Thinking of the liquid that must've been smeared on his hand, his head automatically lowered.
Hearing those words, Sethian was indifferent. Rather, his hands moved slowly as he encircled Yi-Gyeol's member within it at the same time.
"Nngh, Se…th!"
"Don't get it wrong, Joo Yi-Gyeol. It's up to me to decide whether it's dirty or not."
Unlike its frigid content, Sethian's voice was warm and gentle. Yi-Gyeol shuddered upon hearing his contradictory words and glanced at him. He doesn't know since when, but the sound of Sethian's breathing had already turned rough and needy to a certain extent somehow.
"I'm using each and every single reaction of yours as nourishment to quench my thirst just as you want. So just stay still, and feel it."
Yi-Gyeol felt a hair-raising sensation as if something vicious was going to sink its teeth into the nape of his neck at any given moment.
He was infinitely dense, but it wasn't to the extent that Yi-Gyeol didn't know what Sethian meant. His already glowing red face blushed even more as if it was about to explode. A hesitant voice flowed from between Yi-Gyeol's quivering lips.
"I… Can help you…?"
Sethian's languidly moving hand stopped and the corners of his eyes slightly lifted.
"I… I'm a guy with nothing to offer…, Can I really be of…help?"
By the time his words were finished, deep darkness was already spreading towards his anxiously trembling gaze.
He was rather worried about what to do if Sethian got tired of how he was feeling, or if he distanced himself from him for being dirty and disgusting.
He already knew that in this world, same-sex relationships and same-sex intercourse were as vibrant and legally accepted as the opposite sex. At first, he wondered why he often leaves marks on his body, but then he thought that he was deliberately engraving it to cover the ambiguity of his identity. It doesn't matter what he looked like to others, as long as Sethian wasn't in trouble.
But this was different. This is solely based on what Sethian sees and feels, and he has to be enough to make his body heat up, just as he said. It'd rather be fortunate if it's neither one nor the other, but if he made him sick of him….
Gloom fell over Yi-Gyeol's scarlet face.
"If you… Hated me because of this…, I won't be able to bear it."
"Stop deciding things by yourself."
The corners of Sethian's eyebrows rose even higher. As a result, his eyes became as ferocious as his pupils.
"There's no way I'll hate you nor dislike you."
"But…! Aaagh-!"
Sethian's hand, which had stopped, began moving up and down vigorously. Caught in his callous hands, his powerfully stirred member heavily flinched. Because of that, his thighs naturally folded on their own. It felt like the couple times stronger pleasure he felt in his chest rushed downwards in an instant and swirled around.
Sethian snuggled Yi-Gyeol's stiff body and supported it with his other arm, then obstinately faced Yi-Gyeol's face that's mixed with confusion and want. Two frightened hands repeatedly tried to push Sethian down.
"Se…th, uhn…!"
"You're the only one who can make me react like this."
With just a single word, expression, and emotion; Joo Yi-Gyeol is the only person who can bring extreme joy and pleasure to himself. It is so addictive that he can do anything just to get more responses from him. If only he could, he would like to dissect everything that makes up Joo Yi-Gyeol, whether it be his body or soul, see through his every detail, and put him in his mouth and devour him.
"I'll exclusively use you for myself, so don't hide anything."
The desire to see every response he makes due to his hand grew stronger. He doesn't want to miss any single little thing he could see.
Sethian's words enveloped Yi-Gyeol's chest. It was sweet and earnest, but it was also intimidating and oppressive at the same time, as if he could seize him as it is and brutally destroy him if he wanted to. Even knowing that, Yi-Gyeol still felt something overwhelming rushing inside him.
I must've gone crazy.
Yi-Gyeol was clear about what was happening to him inside his mind. Otherwise, Sethian's words could not have been such a charming and endearing stimulation to him.
"Ah, mhm… Ungh-!"
Perhaps because of Sethian's words, the pleasure gushing in his lower body felt like it was going to explode anytime soon, making his member bulge even more. He bit his lower lip, desperately shutting his mouth, thinking that he would make a sound he had never made before if he let his mind go even a little bit.
Sethian's tongue lightly skimmed the top of Yi-Gyeol's bitten lips and licked it as if to entice him.
"Don't hold it in. I want to hear you."
Yi-Gyeol's lips immediately opened as if Sethian's voice, which was now even more burning with fervor, was a command. A voice mixed with delirious panting and moaning endlessly poured out of his mouth, and Sethian persistently licked his lips and cheeks as if to coax and soothe him.
"Ah…, Haa…."
A squelching sound was heard between the moans. The liquid from his shaft wet Sethian's hand, which soon turned into lubricant, creating a more obscene sound.
"Mmm, ahh…AH-!"
Yi-Gyeol's body turned rigid and his gathered legs gave strength. His member, which had been fully erect inside his pants and underwear, twitched greatly and released seminal fluid. With Yi-Gyeol's warm body in his embrace, a thick liquid with a far higher temperature soiled Sethian's hands.
Perhaps because of the situation depriving him of all his strength, Yi-Gyeol's body undulated as if it was about to collapse. Holding him in one arm and leaning himself against him, Sethian pulled his hand out of his trousers and motionlessly stared at it.
His thick and creamy essence is dripping all over his hands. A musky smell emanated from it, but Sethian unhesitatingly brought it to his mouth and stuck his tongue to it. Seeing this, Yi-Gyeol mortifiedly raised his head and made an astonished expression.
He licked his cum-soaked fingers with the tip of his tongue and kept it within his mouth, and an incomparable sensuality to before, was bursting within Sethian's eyes.