Necromancer Survival

Chapter 434

chapter 434

my heart pounded fiercely.

i knew i shouldn't be delighted at such words, but dawon's confession filled me–almost helplessly–with joy. i almost nodded.

"......" however, i couldn't afford to do that. as i trembled with tightly pressed lips, dawon leaned closer. then, he licked my lips. they stung from what happened yesterday, when i had bitten down on them to stifle my moans.

dawon gave me a few more pointed kisses before retreating, "but, lee-kyung-ah, now i'm determined to fully revive, no matter what."

"......"

"isn't that what you wanted?" his smile was unbearably smug, as if he were teasing me.

instead of responding, i clamped my lips shut even tighter. at that sight, dawon chuckled softly and moved his lips to my hunched shoulder.

* * *

after spending half the day with dawon, i didn't open my eyes until it was midday again. there was no one around, and the sheets underneath my body was so soft. the sweet scent that usually lingered even before i opened my eyes was absent this time.

‘...i'm tired.'

my body was truly throbbing everywhere. i fiddled with my neatly changed clothes and sneaked a look inside my patient robes.

seeing more marks than i had anticipated–traces of our night left on my skin–made me feel incredibly embarrassed. especially around my collarbone—that part of my body was almost devoid of its original color.

‘seo dawon...'

i nibbled at my lips as i recalled the main culprit behind these marks.

knock knock–!

at that moment, i heard a knock on the hospital room door. startled, i looked over; fortunately(?), it was seo dawon who opened the door.

he held a small tray in hand; atop it were a flask–a potion?–and a lunch box covered with a lid.

"i was going to wake you up if you weren't awake by now." dawon approached with a big smile. i stared at him as he leaned on the headboard of the bed and raised the bed tray into place.

if anyone saw this scene, they’d think he was a sweet and caring man tending to his ailing lover. but, remembering what had happened just a few hours ago made it hard to fully appreciate his attentiveness.

"...you act like you have a split personality." i blurted out–almost automatically.

dawon looked taken aback as he stared at me before smiling. his relaxed smile didn't fade; he accepted the criticisms as if they didn't faze him. "shall i feed you?"

"......" dawon laughed and ignored my jab, opened the lid on the dish he was carrying, and started to feed me some cold porridge. i would have coldly snatched away the spoon, but i was incredibly exhuasted.

i couldn't even speak properly, "...you made that?"

"yeah. it's not hot, right?" dawon wiped at the corners of my mouth carefully and fed me slowly. but, after a few bites, i eventually shook my head.

though i was hungry, the act of eating itself drained me of too much energy. dawon didn't try to force me to eat either.

however, when da-won suddenly reached toward my top, i flinched and leaned back in shock. surely, he wasn’t planning to do *that* right after a meal...!

"w-wait a minute!"

"it feels good, doesn't it?"

"...w-wait..."

"you touch yours every time you think of me."

"ah!"

"every time that happens, i feel the same thing. do you know, now?"

"i..."

"do you want me to tell you what i was thinking whenever you fiddled absentmindedly with my mark?" dawon's seal was on my finger, and the mark itself was meaningful to me. so, i often touched and played with it. but... had dawon been hiding his reactions all this time behind a mask of indifference?

more than anything, i felt ashamed that he had been feeling what i'm currently feeling–his licks and ghostly tickles–all this time. my eyes, brimming with tears, met dawon's.

his smile deepened. "don't touch any of the other servant's marks from now on."

"wha... what kind of nonsense are you..."

"then, do you want to keep teasing the other servants while sleeping with me?"

"no!"

"pervert." seo dawon, who returned my insult, smiled gently at me, who had my mouth wide open in astonishment.

he pressed firmly on the back of my neck. by now, i was well aware of his habit of leaving particularly harsh marks on certain areas. and, of course, every single one of those places just so happened to coincide with the other servants' contract marks.

the part dawon grabbed right now was kim olim's location. the bruised skin throbbed as if there was a pulse point direction under his fingers.

dawon, on the other hand, had cold eyes even though he bit and mouthed at my skin enough for it to become raw last night. the gleam in his belied his desire–if it wouldn't injure me–to cut out the mark.

‘i was completely mistaken.'

i thought that dawon wouldn't be swayed by personal feelings; i thought he would always remain cool. but, now i understood the fire smoldering in his eyes. dawon was much, much more... intense than i had imagined...

“dawon-ah, wait a moment...” i desperately called his name, trying to stop him. but the more i resisted, the tighter his grip became.

knock knock–!

fortunately, someone knocked on the door. dawon tried to ignore the interruption, but kim olim's concerned voice could be heard through the door. "if you don't open this, i'll break the door down."

the murderous tone in her voice wasn’t something dawon could completely disregard. finally, with defeated sigh, he shifted away from his ready-to-pounce stance and glanced at the door, shaking his head in exasperation. "haah....how could someone be so tactless."

his murmurs were quiet, but it seems olim still heard.

she didn't back down and retorted, "i'll ‘purify' your groin, seo dawon."

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tl: while i know it's a 1v1 endgame, and seo dawon is 100% the ml...

my god, the poly potential is huge. it's almost impossible to keep your hand away from the other servants' marks. plus, you can't help but touch another's mark while doing the do. it says something that dawon feels the most threatened by olim's mark/the location of olim's mark.