Weed ~The One’s Gardener~ - Chapter 102

Hana’s Will

After Hana plunged into the void, the world, filled with the final remnants of divine power, was at last complete. In the process, the physical form she once had vanished. What remained was the pure essence of the power she had come to understand.

Now existing solely as a physical body, she took a brief tour of her world, just a single lap.

Hana quickly felt satisfied. It was a world that was truly fulfilling.

Eagerly, she assumed a familiar human form that reminded her of Weed. They met once more and shared joyful smiles.

Transforming into a specific being was somewhat akin to how the forest tribes in this world possess separate physical bodies. But for her, it was more accurate to say she reconstituted her body anew. Perhaps the forest tribes had, in some way, mirrored God’s method.

In her own way, Hana understood why they were referred to as divine beings.

Her newly formed body felt remarkably healthy, free from all the pain and scars she had once carried as a human. Her senses were heightened, yet the experience of pain was diminished. It felt strangely different, even though it was fundamentally the same as her previous body.

The essence of divine power lies in the understanding of ‘strength.’

With a clearer grasp of the rules that govern how living beings in this world exist, she could now shape her body in any form she wished. The physical body was of little importance, it was merely a shell. What mattered most to her now was her spiritual essence.

The mental fatigue had a more significant impact than that of the body. After experiencing the vast memories of her long cycle of reincarnation, Hana found herself plagued by lingering mental fatigue. This weariness, being everything to her, had become the most influential factor.

This was why Hana believed she needed to rest. Wasn’t her final thought as a human, just before her death, been longing for ‘rest’ and ‘needed a vacation’?

In other words, even if her body was free from pain, the mentally fatigued Hana needed rest.

In the end, Hana arrived at the most ideal place for relaxation. Finally, she could rest in a sanctuary created solely for her.

What did it even mean to rest?

Having lived so fiercely, she didn’t truly know how to relax. Naturally, she sought comfort in another presence, and right beside her was Weed. He had remained steadfast in his commitment to the role he believed he had.

In his own way, of course.

“Ah, uung…”

“How do you feel?”

“Weed, huht, ung…”

“Hana, I love you.”

Before she could respond to his question, Weed captured her lips. It wasn’t out of fear of receiving a negative answer as before. He could tell just from her expressions and gestures how much she enjoyed this.

He was proud of his usefulness, claiming this was the best way for her to relieve her physical fatigue. Although she was aware of the various benefits his fluids held, Hana was taken aback by how he approached her in this manner.

But was this really the right way? Day by day, she indulged in the pleasure he offered.

“Ha… Weed.”

“Yes, Hana.”

“Uht.”

Gasping, Hana wrapped her arms around Weed’s shoulders. Her heightened senses tingled as his tongue brushed against her nape, sending shivers through her. His lips traveled slowly to her ear, where he gently nibbled her earlobe, drawing heated breaths from her.

On the first day of her return, she hadn’t even had a chance to speak as his kisses had silenced her. Whenever her mouth wasn’t captured by his, all she could manage were soft moans of pleasure.

“Don’t hold back. Let me hear you more.”

“Aht, ung…!“

Even now, things haven’t changed much. She had thought that with all the biting, her skin might become sore, but that wasn’t the case at all. Whenever marks appeared from his sucking, he would simply lick them away, healing her. Since her body was formed through the spirit, Hana didn’t need to eat or eliminate waste in the same way. Perhaps if she became accustomed to constructing her shell in this manner, she could eliminate any wounds that formed on her body.

Regardless, her current body allowed for possibilities she could never have imagined before.

For example, being completely absorbed in a single pleasure for days on end.

On that first day, she’d had no chance to speak, and for nearly a week afterward, she barely left the bed. Once he began, he continuously confessed his love, whispering her name and professing his feelings at every opportunity.

Each time Hana reciprocated, his passion only intensified.

“Hana.”

“Uh, uung?”

He called her name, and their eyes met.

With an ecstatic expression, Weed held Hana’s legs apart and rubbed himself between them. Each time the firm shaft brushed against her sensitized cl*toris, Hana shivered and trembled.

“Will you tell me again?”

“Uuht…”

When she first gazed into his eyes and confessed her love, she was trapped for several days. She even endured a day filled with him.

‘Doesn’t he ever get tired?’

Hana bit her lip, breathless. She understood what he wanted to hear and the consequences that would follow. But…

“Hana, was I not enough?”

“No, Weed. Ha…”

Far from being insufficient, he was doing too well. In truth, Hana feared losing her rationality as she became intoxicated by ple*sure. Deep down, she unconsciously imposed limits on herself, questioning whether it was truly acceptable to indulge in such desires.

As Hana hesitated, Weed spread her legs wider, press*ng firmly against her swollen cl*toris, urging her to say what he longed to hear.

“Huu…!“

When he pressed down harder, she gasped for breath.

Every part of her that touched him felt hot. As he positioned himself just at the entr*nce, wanting to enter her, Hana couldn’t help but look up at him.

“Hana, I love you.”