To You Who Will Destroy Me - Chapter 233

“You’re… Jin Ha Mash?” Ramon asked with difficulty, his voice trembling. Jin flashed a sly smile in response.

“That’s right. What took you so long? I was dying from boredom waiting for you,” he said casually.

Ramon was completely caught off guard. Realizing he’d been outwitted from the start, he couldn’t help but ask, despite knowing how pathetic it would sound.

“Since when…?”

“From the very beginning. Oh, does saying that shock you?” Jin teased, clearly enjoying Ramon’s bewilderment.

Ramon’s mind was in chaos. He couldn’t grasp how things had turned out this way.

Jin, looking down at Ramon’s confused expression, smiled inwardly with satisfaction.

‘As expected, big brother was right.’

A few days before Calber’s march toward the capital, Jin had received an urgent letter from Varkan.

‘Only you can do this.’ Those words from his older brother, whom he admired deeply, had filled Jin with excitement. Who wouldn’t feel their heart race after receiving such a letter?

‘Though I never imagined it would involve something like this,’ Jin thought, glancing down at the delicate pink slippers he wore. His role was none other than to serve as “flypaper” for Irel, bait to catch those who would target her.

If Varkan left the palace with Irel supposedly alone inside, anyone with ill intentions would see this as their opportunity.

Of course, the real Irel had left with Varkan. But who would know? Jin, with his exceptional illusionary abilities, had perfectly disguised himself as Irel.

For several days, Jin had successfully lured out remnants of factions still intent on harming Irel. And the biggest catch of them all was none other than Ramon Fernandez, now lying helpless before him.

“Big brother will be pleased,” Jin said, proud of his accomplishment as he reached out toward Ramon. The words snapped Ramon out of his daze.

‘I’ll be caught again… by that demon of a man!’

Ramon’s face turned pale as he remembered what had happened the last time he’d been captured by Varkan. In a panic, he fumbled inside his cloak with shaking hands until he grabbed something—a vial containing his invention, a chemical designed to neutralize the abilities of the Masaka.

As Jin drew closer, Ramon hurled the contents of the vial at his face.

“Ah! Cold!!”

Even a Masaka was vulnerable to sudden attacks, especially on their face and eyes. Doused in the mysterious liquid, Jin reflexively recoiled.

Seizing the moment, Ramon scrambled to his feet and ran. However, after days of hiding in the narrow space behind the walls, his limbs had grown stiff. His legs felt disconnected from his body, and after only a few steps, he slipped and crashed hard onto the slick, bronze floor.

“Oh, really?”

Before Ramon could even get up, a strong hand clamped down on his shoulder from behind.

“That was a cute little trick, prince,” Jin growled with a grin, wiping the liquid from his face.

“Get your filthy hands off me!” Ramon shouted, still hoping the drug would work. But even as he fought desperately, Jin delivered a single punch, knocking him unconscious.

“Did you forget? Masaka are strong, even without their powers,” Jin muttered as he spat out the bitter taste of the chemical from his mouth and shrugged.

With that, his mission to guard Irel was successfully completed.

“Ah, I miss my sister-in-law,” Jin mused aloud, imagining how much praise he’d receive from his brother when he returned. Smiling, he couldn’t wait for his next reward.

***

Irel felt the unfamiliar weight pressing down on her head. Absentmindedly, she reached up and touched the cold frame of her crown. The smooth surface of the perfectly crafted gold was oddly pleasant to the touch. At first, she had thought it was beautiful, but now…

‘I really want to take it off.’

Honestly, it was heavy. The crown, adorned with gemstones and precious metals, weighed about as much as a chunk of iron ore of the same size.

Her neck felt like it was going to permanently hunch from the strain. Massaging her stiff neck, Irel glanced over at Varkan Ha Mash, who had been sitting on the opposite sofa, watching her intently.

He was smiling, looking thoroughly pleased with himself.

“It looks great on you. You’re absolutely stunning,” Varkan repeated for what must have been the hundredth time in the past half hour. His face, more radiant than the crown itself, made it impossible for Irel to complain.

‘But I can’t keep this on much longer,’ she thought. Even love couldn’t help her endure the discomfort anymore. Irel flashed him a playful smile and asked sweetly, “Can I take it off now, Varkan?”

His gaze, which had been dripping with affection, grew even warmer at her request. To her surprise, he nodded eagerly.

“Of course.”

She should have asked sooner. Relieved, Irel raised both hands to remove the crown, but just as she was about to lift it off—

Whoosh!

“Kyaa!”

Varkan, who had snuck up behind her, suddenly pulled her slip dress up over her head. In an instant, Irel was left in nothing but her undergarments and the crown.

Varkan’s eyes darkened as he gazed at her from head to toe, taking in the sight of her snow-white skin, lace lingerie, and the delicate ribbons on her garter belt. The large crown on her head made her look like a beautiful, regal doll.

“Good heavens.”

Varkan stared at her with an intensity that seemed to burn the image into his eyes. His gaze was so predatory, it felt as though he might devour her whole.

Exposed in front of him, Irel trembled like a rabbit cornered by a tiger, trying to cover her bare skin with her hands.

‘Oh no… he really does have a crown fetish,’ she thought.

Knowing Varkan’s peculiar obsession with crowns, Irel couldn’t help but feel that her fiancé was truly a hopeless case.

‘My fiancé is a crown fetishist…!’

Already overwhelmed by his eccentric behavior, this realization almost brought tears to her eyes as she looked up at him.

The moment their eyes met, Varkan let out a low, primal growl before closing the distance and kissing her deeply.

“Mmm…”

His large hand cradled the back of her head, easing the strain on her neck. The downside, if there was one, was that her heart now felt uncomfortably tight instead.

Varkan had an intoxicating scent, an irresistible blend of the warmth radiating from his healthy body and the heated notes of his cologne, enveloping her like pheromones that lured her in deeply.

“There could never be anything as beautiful as you in this world,” Varkan murmured, his lips still pressed against hers, unable to pull away.

“And even if there were, it’d be a problem. I only have one heart,” he whispered.

Drawn by his voice, Irel slowly opened her eyes to meet his, peeking through her long lashes. His golden eyes gazed at her with an awe that was far greater than any admiration he had for the crown on her head, as if she were the only treasure in the world that mattered.

It was those eyes more than anything else that made Irel’s heart race. She couldn’t stand it—she needed to touch him.

Without realizing it, one of her hands gently caressed his broad shoulder while the other slid down his solid waist and back. At her shy yet provocative touch, Varkan let out a low groan.

There was no reason to hesitate anymore. His large hands, surprisingly gentle, began to skillfully undress her, slipping off her lingerie and rolling down her stockings.

Thud.

Before she knew it, Irel found herself lying back on the bed, her hair spilling over the pillows. The crown, which had rested on her head, tumbled behind her, but Varkan’s eyes remained locked on her, as if he were spellbound.

“Irel Elorance,” he murmured, his hand tracing down the smooth skin of her calf. With an air of reverence, Varkan lowered his head, pressing his lips to the top of her foot.

But it didn’t stop at a simple kiss. His tongue began to tease her toes, while his hand gently massaged her heel, sending a shiver up her leg that was both ticklish and electrifying.

“V-Varkan…”

The sensation of someone kissing and sucking on her toes was strange and overwhelmingly intimate. Irel instinctively flinched, but his strong hand gripped her calf, pulling her closer.

His hot lips continued their journey up her cooler legs, as if he were marking her skin with his touch. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, his lips moved as if savoring her, while his breath sent tingling warmth between her legs.

Finally, he reached her thigh, softly nibbling the tender skin just above her knee.

“Tell me the truth,” Varkan said, his voice low and teasing, as he gazed up at her with a provocative glint in his eyes. His lips hovered dangerously close to the inside of her thigh.

“Are you wet?”

The moment their eyes met, his predatory gaze drew a shudder from her. Despite not being their first time, every time Varkan was on top of her, her mind would go blank from the intensity of it.

“You should answer me,” he insisted when only shallow breaths escaped her slightly parted lips.

“A-ah!”

It didn’t hurt, but the sharp nip to her thigh snapped her back to reality.

“When are you going to start talking properly?” he asked with a charming yet mischievous smile, his eyes teasing her. A surge of frustration welled up inside her. Why was she the only one trembling like this?

Biting her lip, Irel braced her arms behind her and, with a bold move, wrapped her legs around his neck, pulling him closer with her soft thighs. His eyes widened in surprise as his face was suddenly buried between her legs.

Seeing his pupils narrow into thin slits made Irel feel a small sense of satisfaction. Emboldened, she spoke more provocatively than usual.

“…What if I am?”

“What?”

“I always get wet when I look at you.”

Slick, every time.