Linia Took in a Child - Chapter 2: Visitor (5) (M)

That evening, Linia gently suggested to Ruin that they start sleeping in their own rooms. Ruin, who had grown accustomed to sleeping by her side every night, remained silent, his expression betraying his disappointment.

To soothe him, Linia showered his face with kisses, trying to bring a smile back to his lips. Thankfully, when she promised to read him a bedtime story every night, Ruin finally relented and nodded.

“Sweet dreams, Ruin.”

“You too, Linia.”

“Mm-hmm.”

Linia tucked the blanket snugly around him, then leaned down to kiss his forehead. Ruin’s soft, innocent face seemed to glow in the dim light of the candle in the room. After blowing out the flame, Linia quietly left the room.

The dark hallway stretched before her as she returned to her own room. The moment the door closed behind her, a heavy silence enveloped her. Left entirely alone, the fear she had been suppressing began to creep up from the base of her legs, like an unseen force crawling its way into her heart.

Linia climbed into bed and wrapped herself in the blankets. Sitting with her knees drawn up and her back pressed against the headboard, she tried to find comfort in the soft embrace of the bedding, but her unease refused to subside.

He had said he would come again tonight. The thought of his secret visits filled her with dread. Linia couldn’t help but wonder—was he not human but a demon? Had he taken away her relentless pain in exchange for her body?

Staring into the flickering flame of the candle that illuminated the dark room, Linia waited anxiously for him. But as the night deepened, the door remained closed.

‘…Maybe he’s not coming tonight.’

A faint hope blossomed within her, and the tension in her body began to ease. Sleep quickly overtook her weary mind. Sitting uncomfortably against the headboard, she drifted off.

Much later, the door opened silently. The faint rustle of the paper-thin barrier moving stirred Linia from her light sleep. It felt as if only a moment had passed since she’d closed her eyes, but the candle had already gone out, leaving the room in complete darkness. Linia stared into the pitch black, her ears catching the sound of soft footsteps approaching.

“Don’t raise your head.”

The familiar voice froze her in place. Linia lowered her head stiffly, obediently closing her eyes. As the weight of the man settled on the bed, every movement felt amplified in her heightened senses.

Even with her eyes shut, she could feel his piercing gaze on her. Soon, she felt warm fingers brushing against her face. The way his hand lightly grazed her long eyelashes was unexpectedly gentle, almost careful.

Moments later, he wrapped a long strip of fabric over her eyes. As Linia clutched the blanket tightly in her fists, a mix of fear and tension gripping her, his voice once again broke the silence, close to her ear.

“Relax, Linia.”

The hand tightly tied with fabric slid down, gripping the side of Linia’s face. His large hand moved smoothly across her cheek, stroking her skin. Though she quietly accepted his touch, her body flinched repeatedly as if shivers ran through her.

Without hesitation, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her down beneath him. Edwin looked at the woman lying passively beneath him, offering no resistance, and grasped her legs.

His hand, which had been caressing her smooth calves, slowly moved upward. As his touch traveled higher, her dress slid up along with it.

He completely lifted the white hem of her dress, his hand trailing down beneath her thighs. When his hand touched her buttocks, her faintly trembling toes jerked and shook noticeably.

Without stopping, Edwin pulled down her underwear. The garment slipped off her left foot and fell onto the bed sheet. He then took hold of her slender legs and spread them apart.

Like a flower petal soaked with dew, her outer lips were already wet. When he placed his hand there, he felt the humid warmth radiating from her. As his fingers slowly stroked along the parted folds, Linia’s body flinched as if even that caused her discomfort.

“Ngh…”

Edwin smiled faintly as he continued moving his hand, teasing her heightened senses in a way that mocked her vulnerability.

He stroked her folds as if they were his own, then, despite knowing she wasn’t ready, pushed a finger inside her. The sudden intrusion made her already tense body tremble uncontrollably.

Edwin silently chuckled at her reaction before withdrawing his finger. His hand, now wet, left her as he wrapped an arm around Linia’s waist.

When his firm arm encircled her waist, Linia startled, her shoulders jerking upward. But all he did was pull her up into a sitting position before removing his hands from her entirely. As Linia, bewildered, focused on the sound of his movements, he spoke.

“I won’t do anything. Just look up at me and open your mouth.”

Edwin, looking down at her, gripped his fully erect member. Her startled reaction made him find her even more endearing. Slowly, she parted her lips, hesitant but obedient. She looked so beautiful he felt an urge to fill her mouth immediately.

But instead of thrusting himself into her mouth, Edwin continued to move his hand, watching her tense expression with satisfaction.

“Haah… That’s it… Keep it open.”

His breathless voice, tinged with desire, was accompanied by the lewd, creaking sound coming from above her. The moment Linia realized what he was doing, her earlobes turned a bright shade of red.

Keeping her mouth open like this made her feel as if even her mouth was being violated by him.

“Haah…”

Finally, Edwin brought his throbbing, near-climax member to her mouth, pressing the tip gently against her lower lip as if teasing her. Slowly, he pushed the head inside. When her teeth lightly grazed the shaft, a groan escaped his lips. Before long, he released his seed into her mouth.

Linia, her mouth filled completely with his thick shaft, couldn’t even breathe as she trembled in shock. It felt as though all her senses were concentrated on her mouth. The sudden rush of fluid pooled on her tongue.

After a moment, the shaft withdrew from her mouth, but the warm, slippery liquid remained. Linia desperately wanted to spit it out, but the thought of spitting onto the bed held her back. She forced herself to hold it in as she clumsily reached out, trying to climb off the bed.

“Were you about to spit it out?”

At that moment, a large hand swiftly grabbed her arm. When Linia let out a small cry, “Ugh,” from the strong grip, Edwin released her. Instead, he gently cupped the side of her head with his hand, stroking her hair softly. Then, he began rubbing his slippery, precum-covered shaft against her pale cheek.

“You shouldn’t be picky, Linia.”

Despite the soothing tone of his voice, as though he would let her spit it out, his eyes gleamed with a faint trace of sadistic pleasure.

“You’ll be eating this from now on, so you’d better get used to the taste quickly.”

Saliva continued to pool in her mouth. Linia reluctantly swallowed the contents in her mouth, forcing it down. Though she managed to gulp it down, the fishy taste lingered stubbornly.

As Edwin tilted her chin upward, forcing her to look at him, she obeyed his guiding touch.

“The more you eat it, the better it’ll taste.”

* * *

Ruin leaned against the small kitchen window, gazing outside. In the backyard of the mansion, he could see two women hanging laundry. Linia, struggling to hang a damp blanket on the line, walked around to the other side. Losing sight of her as she disappeared behind the blind woman, Ruin seemed to lose interest and closed his eyes lazily.

The warm sunlight poured over his face. Even with his eyes closed, the world around him felt bright. When he opened them again, Linia reappeared through the fluttering sheets in the breeze.

Her light blonde hair, flowing down to her waist, rippled gently. Her slender arms stretched upward as she worked, and even the delicate curve of her shoulders and waist caught his attention in fleeting glimpses as she moved in and out of view behind the laundry.

Instead of watching her from afar, Ruin let his mind wander to the memory of her bare form he had seen in the dark. The thought alone filled his mind with vivid, lingering sensations. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of dissatisfaction that her sensual form was reserved only for the night. If only he could see her clumsily attending to him in broad daylight—it would be so much more satisfying.

Lost in such indulgent thoughts, Ruin kept his gaze fixed in Linia’s direction. That’s when he faintly heard the sound of someone riding a horse, drawing closer. His focus shifted, and he turned toward the door.

Shortly after, a knock echoed through the house. Sophie, who had been preparing a snack in the kitchen, hurried to the front door. When she opened it, a tall man with black hair greeted her politely. His courteous demeanor left a favorable impression on Sophie, who welcomed him with a bright smile.

“Is Linia in her room?”

“The young lady is in the backyard right now. She’s helping with the laundry, so she’ll be back soon. Would you like to wait inside?”

“No, I’ll go see her out back,” the man replied courteously before heading toward the mansion’s rear garden.

Before long, he spotted Linia standing among the white sheets fluttering in the breeze. She was too preoccupied holding onto a flapping blanket to notice his approach.

The man, Russell, quietly stepped closer and grabbed the edge of the sheet to help her. Startled by the presence beside her, Linia looked up. But when she recognized his face, she smiled softly.

“Thank you.”

“No need to thank me. Should we just pull this up?”

As Russell helped her, Ruin watched the two of them through the window. The man said something to Linia, and she responded with a gentle smile, looking up at him. Her expression seemed completely different from how she treated Ruin in his childlike form.

Although Ruin couldn’t hear their conversation from such a distance, he stared at them intently, as if trying to uncover some hidden truth.

“Hey.”

A voice behind him snapped him out of his focus. Turning around, he saw a red-haired woman hesitating awkwardly, her expression uncertain.

“I know you’re still wary of me. And I get it—you don’t trust me. But we can’t keep avoiding each other forever because of what happened that day.”

Ruin remained silent.

“Anyway, I noticed you like snacks, so I made this for you,” Sophie said, holding out a plate. On it, a stack of pancakes was neatly arranged, drizzled with apple syrup.

Recently, Ruin had started coming downstairs to eat meals with Linia, and Linia had encouraged Sophie to try approaching him more. She had suggested that Ruin seemed to be opening up a little and that Sophie should take the first step to bridge the gap. Hoping this gesture would make Ruin happy, Sophie had decided to make the snack.

However, the boy showed no reaction—he didn’t even open his mouth.

Though disappointed by his lack of response, Sophie waited patiently, hoping he would accept the offering. After a long silence, Ruin finally reached out his small hands to take the plate. Feeling the weight of the plate leave her hands, Sophie let out a small sigh of relief.

“Oh! I almost forgot—the fork!”

The moment Sophie turned around to fetch a fork, the loud crash of shattering porcelain echoed through the kitchen. Startled, she spun back toward the source of the noise. At Ruin’s feet lay the plate, broken into countless fragments.

The sight wasn’t simply a result of accidentally dropping it. The destruction was far too severe, as though the plate had been deliberately thrown. The crumpled pancakes smeared across the floor only added to the mess. Sophie frowned deeply.

“…You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”

Her words were sharp, filled with suspicion. But instead of showing any sign of guilt, Ruin merely looked up at her with an unreadable expression.

“Say something! Can’t you even deny it? Or is it that you just don’t want to talk to me?”

The frustration she’d been suppressing finally boiled over, and Sophie shouted, her voice trembling with emotion. She stood there, trying to catch her breath, her anger momentarily consuming her. For a fleeting moment, the boy seemed unbearably infuriating, making her want to scream even more.

As she stared at Ruin’s face, something about his dark eyes caught her attention. They seemed to be shifting, faint traces of red bleeding into their depths. Was her mind playing tricks on her? She instinctively raised a hand to rub her own eyes, but before she could, a sound from the distance broke the tension.

“Sophie! Can you give me a hand with this?”

It was Bessie’s voice.

Hearing it, Sophie turned away from Ruin and headed straight to the entrance. There, Bessie was holding one side of a basket full of dried laundry. Sophie grabbed the other end, and together they carried it to the living room.

“Bessie, don’t come into the kitchen for a bit. A plate broke, and I need to clean it up.”

“Got it. Be careful not to hurt yourself.”

Sophie returned to the kitchen, but Ruin was no longer there. It seemed he had gone upstairs to his room. Letting out a heavy sigh, Sophie knelt and began carefully gathering the broken pieces of the plate.

‘Did I imagine it earlier?’

The unsettling thought lingered in her mind, but she forced herself to shake it off. She didn’t want to think about that moment—or about the boy—any longer.

*

Before returning to his family estate, Russell went with Linia to visit Ruin’s room. The child, who rarely left his room, had been on his mind. Holding a wrapped storybook in hand, Russell stood outside a door on the second floor.

“Ruin, may we come in?”

Linia knocked softly on the door, but there was no response. She gently pushed it open and peeked inside. On the bed lay Ruin, quietly asleep. Not wanting to wake him, Linia carefully closed the door again.

“…He’s asleep. I suppose he was quite tired after lunch,” she said softly.

“I see. If he wakes up later, please let him know.”

“Thank you for the gift. I’m sure Ruin will be happy,” Linia replied as she accepted the storybook he had brought for the child.

Just as Linia turned toward the stairs to escort him out, she felt a soft grip on her wrist. Startled, she paused and looked back at him.

“Linia, if you don’t mind, could you spare some time for me tomorrow?”

“I’m free, of course, but may I ask what for?”

“The weather’s lovely, so I thought we could go on a little outing. Ruin is, of course, welcome to join us,” he suggested, his tone light yet sincere.

Linia hesitated before answering. While her chest pain had subsided, making such an outing possible, she wasn’t sure if she should interpret his offer as purely innocent. Though he called it an outing, it sounded very much like a date.

“Where did you have in mind?” she asked cautiously.

“Somewhere not too far—how about my estate? I know it well and have always wanted to show it to you.”

Russell’s tone carried a sense of eager anticipation, making it hard for Linia to refuse. After a moment’s hesitation, she gave a small nod of agreement. She also thought it might be a good opportunity to show Ruin the nearby village.

Russell’s blue eyes softened into a warm, joyful expression at her acceptance.

“Then I’ll come by the mansion around 3 PM tomorrow to pick you up. Please ask Ruin if he’d like to come as well.”

“Yes, I will.”

*