My Past Life is Riddled With Many Sins - Chapter 109
A fleeting sense of regret washed over her, but she quickly dismissed it. No matter how urgent the situation was, she couldn’t just settle for anything.
Fathom was definitely not her type… She knew that hastily grabbing just anyone would lead to trouble. Of course, the same went for him not necessarily being her preference.
As she got momentarily lost in thought, the pain throughout her body intensified. It was time to make a real decision.
Just as she resolved to reach out, gripping the gemstone on her lace choker, she sensed a presence not far away. Turning her head, she saw Fathom approaching someone.
Squinting to get a better look, the white of a priest’s robe filled her vision, and Regina froze.
“I found her this way… Senior Valen, I’m sorry, but please wait a moment. It seems Regina Heather is in a strange state…”
Fathom was scanning the area when he finally spotted her, eyes widening in shock.
“Over there, Senior! She’s collapsed over there!”
Regina mentally protested that she didn’t actually collapse; she was merely having a moment with the ground.
The pristine priest robe drew closer. In a world that felt like it was fading, that was the only thing that stood out clearly.
He swept her up in his arms. As she was enveloped in his embrace, a wave of guilt washed over her for once again dirtying his robe. She felt his gaze inspecting her from head to toe.
“Are you crying? Does it hurt that much?”
Fathom’s horrified question cut in abruptly. She couldn’t see his face, her vision blurred with tears, but she could barely make out Valen’s figure.
“…Bring 2nd-year Darien Spencer.”
“Wait, Darien?”
Valen replied firmly to Fathom’s incredulous tone.
“Hurry.”
Regina could hear the sound of Fathom hesitating for a moment before sprinting off with all his strength. Alone with Valen, she felt her head might burst from confusion.
To ask for Prince Iskanda meant he also knew she couldn’t undergo the usual purification ritual.
“Why…?”
She couldn’t help but ask.
If he was certain she was Regina, and if he understood that her body couldn’t be purified by divine power, then…
“You…”
You can do it. Instead of calling Prince Iskanda, you could do it yourself…
Tears streamed down her face as she felt a heart-wrenching pain. It hurt as if she might die. When the unbearable agony made her thrash around, he pulled her into an embrace, trying to soothe her.
While sobbing in his arms, she imagined.
If I die from the demonic poison like this, what will you think? What emotions will rule your heart? Perhaps you intentionally sent Fathom away, hoping I would suffer and die like this.
‘Friedrich, I….’
Gripping the hem of his clothing, she could only weep, and she felt a gentle hand soothing her back.
“I’m here, Your Majesty.”
Darien. Iskanda’s reincarnation, spoke to her sweetly as he pulled her into his arms. Clinging to Darien, she glanced at Valen. Her vision was blurred, so she couldn’t make out his expression.
“You’ve been through so much. I’ll make sure you’re no longer in pain.”
As Darien whispered this, he covered her eyes with his palm. She closed her eyes.
When his hand, which had been blocking her view of the world, was withdrawn, she opened her eyes to find a completely different scene than before. She was lying alone on an unfamiliar bed.
“I used teleportation to bring you to my bedroom. I have no interest in showing you off to others.”
He immediately slipped his hand inside her top. She gasped at the sensation of his hand encircling her chest. Although it wasn’t objectively harsh, the pain from the demonic poison made even this feel agonizing.
As she shuddered, he held her tighter from behind, attempting to comfort her.
“Just a little longer. It won’t hurt if we make contact, right?”
She knew that too. To escape the vicious cycle, she had to endure. Gritting her teeth, she leaned against him and clutched his thigh with her hand.
The warmth of his chest against her back was broader than she had expected, and his thigh, which she grasped, was surprisingly firm. Given the situation, it didn’t come to her in a s*xual way.
Instead, it felt like a sturdy chair, providing a sense of stability where she could lean her weight and hold on tightly without fear.
“From now on, focus on the sensations I provide. Instead of pain, think about how my hands touch your chest, and what feelings that brings. Close your eyes and just think of that. Understood?”
He whispered softly in her ear. The steady tone of his voice, neither too fast nor too slow, resembled a hypnotic suggestion. She followed his instructions to survive.
His fingers, without calluses, glided along her upper chest, following the curves before pausing at the peak. As her n*pple remained buried, he gently traced it, his fingertips slick with an unknown gel.
“Umm…”
Heat and ticklish sensations began to rise within her. With each circular motion of his fingertips against the gel, she could feel the hidden peak gradually popping out.
When the once-concealed pink nub fully emerged, he applied the gel there as well. His meticulous touch sent shivers down her spine. As the gel seeped into her skin, her toes instinctively curled.
At first, she thought the heightened sensitivity was simply due to his touches being ticklish, but it was more than that. Perhaps the gel itself contained ingredients that induced a tingling sensation, as her entire n*pple felt itchy and warm.
“Huu… ah, ung…”
His gentle caress on her n*pple felt pleasant, but it wasn’t the stimulation she wanted. That alone wasn’t enough.
A crude urge to rub against her nipple anywhere wildly surged inside her.
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