After I Died, He Died After Me Too - Chapter 20

Chapter 10.2

The thirst still wasn’t quenched.

‘What, what should I do…’

She struggled to take off her stifling clothes.

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Dexter leaned against the door, clenching his fists.

Some time had passed since she left the room, and the passing maids were whispering about strange noises coming from the room.

Although it was a matter that didn’t necessarily need to be reported, Lancelot didn’t let it pass. Knowing that he was concerned, he probably hinted at it to him. However, Dexter didn’t move immediately after hearing about her. It was another hour before he took his first steps.

Yet even now, she was still enduring alone.

“…Is she stubborn or just foolish?”

Bianca didn’t seem to have any intention of calling for anyone. Despite the pain that must have been excruciating, she appeared to be clenching her teeth to keep any sounds from escaping. He closed his eyes as he listened to the grunts and groans coming from inside the room.

Why did she always try to endure everything on her own?

‘Is asking for help really that difficult?’

He didn’t understand. A single word could make things easier—unless, of course, she really hated the idea of mixing bodies with him.

‘Ah, is that it? So that’s why.’

Dexter’s eyes suddenly grew fierce. He brushed his hair back and pushed his body away from the door.

At that moment, a thud was heard from inside the room. Without even thinking, he immediately grabbed the doorknob and opened the door. She was shivering, curled up on the floor while wearing only a thin garment. Even so, she didn’t glance at the bell on the table.

“Haahng, ah… it hurts.”

A faint moan continuously escaped between her red lips. Dexter closed the door and watched her. His red eyes scanned Bianca’s body as he quietly exhaled. It seemed she had lost her sense of reason and didn’t even know the state she was in right now.

“Lady Astri.”

He slowly approached her. She didn’t even recognize her own name and kept moaning.

“It, it hurts. Ah… it hurts. Heut, please.”

Dexter clenched his eyes shut.

He hadn’t brought her here to see such a sight. All she had to do was reach out a hand, but she couldn’t even do that…

“Ask for help.”

“I-I don’t want to… ugh.”

“Are you still holding onto your pride even in this state? Or is the thought of touching me so terrible for you?”

“Heut, ahngh.”

Bianca’s body trembled. Dexter’s gaze shifted to the blanket that had fallen off the bed before his eyes glinted insidiously as he noticed it was damp and wet.

“You did make an effort, but will that be enough?”

It seemed she tried to solve it on her own, not knowing what to do. His gaze shifted to the thin, sheer chemise that clung to her body. There was a glistening liquid smeared on her thigh.

“Ha!”

Why was he so angry?

It was something he could just watch, but he couldn’t do that. Dexter lifted her gently in his arms. He frowned at her light weight, wondering if she was eating properly.

Bianca lay on the bed, unmoving in her disheveled state. She merely trembled from the chills.

“…Do, don’t do it.”

Although she told him not to, her body obeyed its instinct as her golden hair sprawled across the bed. It seemed as though all the light was focused on her. The indifferent and haughty Bianca was gone.

“Heut, how, please… no. Just, hnht.”

She rambled incoherently with a look that suggested she didn’t even know what she was saying. In front of him was a woman with her legs spread indecently, unable to regain her senses due to pheromones. Yet, despite this, he didn’t dislike her.

If he was going to go crazy, he might as well go all the way.

Dexter pulled up the blanket and covered her body. Yes, he vowed he would never touch her first if she didn’t want him to. However, it was hard to see her in such a disheveled state right in front of his eyes. His patience regarding matters involving her wasn’t very long.

“Bianca Astri. Pull yourself together.”

“….”

“Where did the woman who said she would endure and wouldn’t imprint without love go?”

He touched her flushed cheek. Although it was just a brief contact, her face seemed to relax noticeably.

Bianca’s closed eyes opened the moment he tried to pull his hand away. With vacant eyes, she desperately grabbed his hand, which had fallen away from her face.

“No, huu…”

Her trembling hand made his face crumple even further. His blood boiled at the sight of her pleading with him with a tear-streaked face.

Dexter’s brows furrowed at the tightness of his front.

“Lady Astri. Do you need my help?”

“Nngh.”

As he traced his finger across her lips and pressed them gently, Bianca’s lips naturally parted as she continued to moan.

“So, you want to receive help without giving an answer.”

She truly made everything so easy and convenient.

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