After I Died, He Died After Me Too - Chapter 26

Chapter 13.2

“If you’re curious, I should tell you.”

Dexter reached out and grabbed her hair. As his thick fingers slipped through her hair, supporting the back of her head, it seemed as though he was making sure she couldn’t escape, even if she changed her mind.

“Ah.”

The sudden force pulled Bianca, who had been sitting, to her feet before their breaths now mingled at the close distance. If they moved just an inch closer, their lips would touch.

Bianca, straining her head to resist, spoke.

“You said you would tell me, but why…”

“It wouldn’t be fair to think I’m just playing around. You asked me to tell you, didn’t you?”

Even though it was true that she had asked him to explain, why was he acting like he was about to kiss her? He smiled faintly and, before she could say anything, pressed his lips to hers. Bianca gasped at the sudden thrust of his tongue and tried to push against his chest.

‘This is just a kiss.’

He paid no attention to her struggles. With her head firmly held in his grip, she couldn’t even turn away. Her breath quickened as she began to feel suffocated.

“Hhht.”

The tips of their noses touched as their faces tilted slightly. Every time his hot breath brushed against the fine hairs on her skin, it sent a shiver down her spine.

‘Breathe…’

As Bianca opened her eyes, which she had kept shut, her gaze locked with his crimson eyes.

‘Why, why are his eyes open?’

It felt like her body was going to burn just looking at him. Yet, she couldn’t look away.

As if she were his captive, she remained held in place, desperately gasping for breath. He invaded her mouth, pushing deeper as if expanding his territory. Her heart pounded as their tongues intertwined, wet and entangled. She regretted not taking the sedative, though even if she had, it wouldn’t have mattered in this moment.

A tingling sensation stirred below her stomach, and her whole body tensed. It felt like she would be completely engulfed if she resisted or tried to escape, so she followed his lead with her mouth open.

Bianca stopped struggling.

As she loosened her grip on his clothes, his expression twisted and the air around him abruptly shifted.

“Hhuk!”

She felt as if all the strength in her body was being forcefully drained. As the calm energy turned into a tidal wave, an indescribable pain spread throughout her entire body.

‘…It hurts! It hurts!’

As she grabbed his chest tightly, her whole body trembled from a sensation she had never experienced before. Fear gripped her so strongly that it was difficult for her to even breathe properly.

‘Stop, stop, huuk, I hate this.’

Her nails dug into his firm chest.

Even as she scratched and pushed hard against him, he remained expressionless, continuing to suck on her lips and forcibly took her strength by force.

The pain was so terrible that she wanted to die.

Was this what it meant to be taken by force?

Bianca’s eyes began to burn with tears. He was probably trying to imprint this on her for sure, wanting to firmly show just how horrifying the thing she was curious about truly was. Perhaps he was trying to make sure that those words never came out of her mouth again.

“No, huuhk, i-it hurts.”

Her words came out in broken gasps as their lips briefly touched and parted. Tears welled up and rolled down her cheeks. Her entire body felt so hot that it seemed like she would burn up and disappear under his gaze.

“Hhnnk!”

It was similar to guiding, yet the sensation was entirely the opposite. The connection they had shared before created warmth and pleasant pleasure, but now it felt repulsive, unpleasant, and painful.

He remained unmoved despite her ceaseless flowing tears.

It was only when she was writhing in pain, gasping for breath, that the grip of his hands on her finally loosened. Bianca collapsed helplessly onto the floor, unable to move for a while. She just lay there, panting as she stared at the ground.

“I told you you’d experience something you didn’t want to. Did you think I would act like a gentleman?”

His cold words poured down from above her.

She thought it would be better to die than to be forced into something like this. What kind of life were Guides living?

Only then did she remember the people who had suddenly chased her when she awakened at the banquet hall. If they, too, had inhaled unrefined pheromones and lost their reason, they would have taken her by force, just like now.

“Remember this well. This is the reverse guiding you were so curious about.”

“…Thanks to you, I think I understand now.”

She never wanted to experience that again.