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Could you please be careful? (17)

When my body was flipped over, my vision spun. Merson’s sweaty hair obscured my view, and my legs were spread open below. His tip pressed and rubbed against my cli*, then slid down the slick path to the entrance.

“…I can’t do it anymore.”

A dry, shaky word escaped my parched lips. Despite my denial, I lost count of how many orgasms I had. My body, completely exhausted, could no longer handle him. Merson stopped his actions, having pushed all the way in.

“I told you to listen.”

“I told you to speak.”

His forced firmness irritated me. I grabbed Merson’s cheek with one hand, bringing his gaze up from below to right in front of my face.

“Don’t do anything. Just listen.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Why!”

Merson’s eyes wavered. His lips, which had seemed ready to bite me, closed tightly.

I forced my fingers between his lips. They parted easily, and his tormenting tongue greeted me.

“…What’s so hard to accept when you haven’t even heard me out?”

It was disheartening. It was undeniable that I had lied, but at least my feelings for Merson were genuine. Yet, he dismissed even my sincerity as a lie and was angry with me.

“……”

Silence followed. As I stroked his tongue with my fingers, he gathered his lips and sucked on them.

I gently caressed his head, still like a child. His large body twitched, and his mouth slowly opened as I withdrew my hand.

“…If Erina speaks, I’ll believe everything you say. I should have bound you to keep you from running away, but instead, it feels like I’m the one being swayed. Hurting you isn’t what I want either.”

The emotions he had suppressed began to seep out little by little. What he had been holding back wasn’t just anger.

“…Why don’t you love me? Why……”

What he had hidden was love.

His damp voice made my eyes well up. The tears he had been holding back finally fell onto his cheeks.

I gently caressed his wet cheeks. His eyes, stained with wounds, felt my hand on his cheek and looked back at me.

How can I make my sincerity reach him? How can I untangle his tightly wound heart? The answer to this unending worry didn’t take long to come.

As I had always done, I whispered softly.

“I love you.”

“……”

“You feel it too.”

Merson placed his hand over mine. It wasn’t the tender touch of the past. He gripped it firmly but couldn’t bring himself to pull away, just feeling the warmth.

“…Look at this. I want to be deceived again.”

The stubbornly built walls crumble down emptily. On the face that still bears the traces of pitiful tears, a sorrowful joy begins to seep through.

His anguish is laid bare. If my feelings had truly been false, could I have shamelessly continued to speak even in such a tragic state?

I hope Merson isn’t in pain. I would hate it even more if it were because of me. And if this situation arose from a misunderstanding, it goes without saying.

“Then be deceived.”

I spoke directly while facing him. If you think you’re being deceived, be deceived once more. Even if you believe that all my expressions of affection are just acting, pretend you don’t know and foolishly continue to be deceived.

Even though I will be in pain from never being able to convey my true feelings, at least you won’t have to wear such a sad expression anymore.

“Live your life loving me as you used to, while still being deceived. If I run away again, drag me back. If you need to, cut my legs so I can’t escape. Then, say you love me again, and be deceived, deceived, and continuously deceived. Don’t make me suffer while shedding tears of joy, but live happily thinking that foolish, simple Merson will love me for the rest of my life!”

Tears flowed endlessly with my heightened emotions. My face became so wet it was impossible to distinguish whether the tears were mine or Merson’s.

His heartless attitude felt cruel, yet at the same time, I felt small and pathetic. My arrogance, thinking I could solve everything alone despite having no power or ability, had hurt the one I loved and ultimately ruined our relationship.

Arrogance isn’t the first step toward growth but a revelation of ignorance.

Thinking about it, I cried even more, hating myself for always causing worry and being so pitiful.

Even my cracked lips tasted salty, and my hand that had touched Merson’s cheek was still holding on, forgetting its purpose.

“Just be deceived by whatever I say.”

I continued speaking while struggling to control my ragged breathing. Fortunately, Merson remained silent.

“I was someone who lived here. I first met you in Serdebella’s book, and I liked you even then. I always wanted to fall in love. Then, for some reason, I got pulled into the book. There, I met the real ‘Kayle.’ At first, all I wanted was to return here… I even used the memory-lost Demon King. Yes, I understand why you’re so angry. But as we spent time together, I came to truly love you and wanted to be by your side for life. I was planning to confess everything after driving Serdebella out of the Saint position.”

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