Day 3: Respect
- Scarlet
- Jul 6, 2023
- 5 min read
When Hyunjin arrived at your room that evening, you welcomed him with a little dinner table you prepared in the corner, which harbored wine, some meat dishes you personally grilled as well as some fruits for dessert.
“Would you like a glass, my lord?” you asked him as you reached for the wine bottle.
“No, thank you.”
Upon his direct refusal, you dodged his glass and proceeded to pour some for yourself. You both ate in silence for some time and at long last, you reached for the lute that was lying right beside you.
“What are you doing?” Hyunjin asked as if you were about to do something completely heinous.
“Entertaining you?” you put the instrument back down since he looked like he was getting upset over it for no reason, “I thought you would like it.”
“Why would you assume such a thing?”
“I heard that you enjoy listening to lute pieces, my lord.”
The only person who knew Hyunjin’s fondness for lute besides his parents was Jaehyun. So you were asking about him, huh? Why? Why was it so important for you to entertain him? Didn’t you have anything better to do? Did his mother put you up to this?
How long were you going to pretend you cared about him for the sake of money, huh?
“Your lady has it tough,” you smiled at him warmly, “I hope you won’t be sulking this much when you’re with her.”
“I doubt they will be locking us in a room like this,” he retorted.
“I doubt there will be any need to do such a thing where there is love.”
“Love?” Hyunjin scoffed, incredulous, “You think I’m getting married because of love?”
“Why, of course,” you shrugged, not even following why he was speaking to you in that sarcastic tone, “How do you hope to start a family without love?”
While you were refreshing your own glass, Hyunjin sneakily pushed his glass towards you, silently asking you to pour wine for him, as well. You obliged. As you took a big sip from the mildly sour liquid, you were hit with an unexpected question.
“Have you ever fallen in love?”
You momentarily froze. Why this all of a sudden? It was irrelevant to quite literally anything. What was he going to do with that answer anyway? Why would he st—?
“A woman who is not in love would not make a good wife,” you spoke while serving him his drink, “but it is the man who must provide this to her.”
“So I should force her to fall in love with me?” he mockingly questioned.
“A woman is ready to fall in love, my lord,” you calmly continued, “You just need to—”
“I didn’t ask that,” Hyunjin interrupted shaking his head impatiently, “Have you ever fallen in love?”
You reflected his usual irritated gaze back at him several times more intensely and almost spat your answer.
“Yes, I have,” you exhaled through your nose deeply, trying really hard to bite your tongue and change the subject, “A true man should be able to recognize the true beauty in his woman. Looks are ephemeral but the soul is permanent.”
“You deliver a lot of sermons for a prostitute, you know?”
SMACK!
You slapped him on the face so hard that you could see the exact shape of your palm blaring bright red on his skin.
“THAT’S WHAT YOU THINK I AM?!”
You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and threw him on the bed you were supposed to share all along, straddling him over his slacks immediately after. You ripped off the first three buttons of your blue dress to put your breasts on display and started dry-humping him out of pure rage.
“Look at a prostitute’s tits then. LOOK AT IT!” you grabbed his hands and pressed them on your hips, “It’s just a pound of flesh to you, isn’t it? There is NOTHING you can learn from a woman. We are only CUMDUMPS for you!”
As Hyunjin instinctively sank his fingertips over your clothed but still very much supple skin, a violent tremor spread throughout his body as well as excessive wetness between his legs accompanying a loud groan that ripped from his throat. It was quite different than what he had experienced in his demon dreams. This felt like a sneeze, only a million times better. Then his brain reset for some reason.
“Do not ever insult me like that again,” you hissed once you were convinced he came to his senses, “Now go wash yourself. You’re going to have to learn how to control your seed on your wedding night, brat.”
SMACK!
Hyunjin had absolutely no idea where that came from. He was so shocked at himself that it was as if he got out of his own body and just watched himself do it with no control over his willpower whatsoever. He had never been a violent person but… But…
“Good. You’re finally learning to become a man,” you pressed your cold hand on your cheek to soothe the burn his fingers left on your skin, a crooked smile refusing to leave your lips, “Thank you, my lord.”
You were about to leave the room to head towards the garden when you noticed Byeol right by the door, listening to the entire thing go down.
“What in the world is happening here?”
“I’m teaching your self-righteous son how to ride a goddamn horse!” you gritted your teeth, “He has to fall down a couple of times to learn it properly.”
“What kind of horrendous language is this?!”
“Oh, was that too peasant-like for you, my lady?” you scoffed, “I’m trying to make a man out of a boy here. You either let me do my job, or we go our separate ways by the morning. I don’t give two shits about the aftermath.”
“Let’s… Let’s just all calm down,” Byeol tried to assuage the intense tension while Hyunjin just left the premises crying out of sheer fury. On top of everything you had just said, he absolutely despised himself for what he did to you. He walked and walked in the empty streets, drowning in his thoughts for god knows how long. Questioning, cursing, begging, praying…
A little past midnight, when you heard some footsteps in the marble hallway, you walked out of your room in your nightgown. In that dark corridor only illuminated by candles, you saw Hyunjin’s beautiful features stained with several liters of tears, and it broke your heart into a million pieces. As he stayed put in his place, looking at you as if he was paralyzed, you slowly approached him and put your hand on his cheek.
“Don’t sulk. Don’t resent me. There is nothing to be embarrassed about,” you wiped away his tears with your thumbs, “Let’s forget about all this and start over, shall we?”
You placed a chaste kiss in the exact spot you hurt him several hours ago as though you were trying to clean a wound.
“Good night, Hyunjin.”
You retreated to your room, but Hyunjin stayed in that hallway for a little while longer, touching the brand-new new page your lips just turned on his skin.
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