Weed ~The One’s Gardener~ - Chapter 20

In Weed’s view, there were also shoes that matched her current outfit.

“Don’t you like it? The quality must be of the highest one because it was given by humans…”

“No, I can’t wear them…”

As the rain continued to fall outside, a profound silence enveloped the room, with only the rhythmic patter of raindrops creating an ambient. After idly toying with her instep for a while, Weed suddenly came to a belated realization.

She couldn’t wear them. What did that mean?

She had invested considerable effort in her ensemble. A delicate, light golden dress, an exquisitely embroidered shawl that exuded style, and a captivating hair ornament that would surely attract envious gazes if displayed elsewhere.

Was there any other reason other than to not wear the shoes even though it was prepared?

His gaze lowered, fixating upon her toes, and with a tender touch, he gently cradled them within both of his hands.

“Aht…”

As she reflexively tried to pull her leg, he lightly grabbed her ankle and pressed it. When he pressed her calf with a little force with his finger, Hana trembled.

“Hana?”

Weed boldly put his arms inside her knees while the other arm went behind her back.

And—whoop—he lifted her lightly.

“Ah! Weed!”

“I’m sorry. Were you having a hard time so far?”

“Ah, suddenly this…”

Hana was taken aback by the unexpected motion of Weed lifting her body. Feeling herself tilting and descending, she instinctively clung onto his neck, only to hastily release her grip.

Blushing with shyness, she timidly nodded.

Weed realized he should have arrived a little earlier. It appeared that Hana had been going through a hard time.

Not knowing where to direct her gaze, Hana’s eyes wandered aimlessly, while Weed found it endearing to witness her shy glances. He contemplated the idea of stealing a kiss in this moment but refrained, concerned that it might cause her discomfort.

“Wouldn’t it be hard to walk to bed?”

“That’s fine enough…”

“Hana, you don’t have to endure it when I’m here.”

The sensation of the shawl in his hand was delightful. Additionally, he noticed a slight tension in her shoulders, which he attributed to her inherent small-animal warmth. If he were to kiss her there once more, would it intensify the heat?

Her body complained of pain if she didn’t move much, necessitating constant movement.

In that moment, he had an idea of taking her out and showing her the enchanting sights of Lár de Ligna Initia, or anywhere else for that matter. Despite his personal aversion to the outdoors, it seemed fine to be with her.

Perhaps it wouldn’t be amiss to continue carrying her like this.

If her feet were causing her discomfort, he could use it as an excuse to shower her with kisses. No, it wasn’t an excuse, it was his responsibility while she was in his care.

This thought filled Weed with an immense sense of contentment.

“Here… everyone here is young, beautiful and handsome, and they all seemed like special people. They all wear clothes like nobles.”

“…Is that so?”

Talking about another priest as soon as he put her down on the bed. As he remembered the silver-haired priest who was about to kiss her hand, his mood slightly sunk.

“Yes, and among them, Weed looks the most special. That priest… said that too.”

“Uhm. Is it so?”

This time, his mood fluctuated again.

Was it because of the divine disease? It sank, then suddenly rose up again. Lately, he had been in a good mood.

Hana’s feet were small. Weed arbitrarily touched her ankle, stroked her instep, and pressed his lips onto it. There was no meaning to this act. He could feel her little instep twitching across his lips.

“Uht…”

“Oh, does it hurt?”

“No. It, it tickles me…”

She accepted this treatment for pain-relieving purposes. This made it clear to him that he couldn’t entrust this task to anyone else. For that reason, he wanted to make it even more special by performing it without any ulterior motive.

It was a secret, of course.

That fact also made Weed feel somewhat better. However, he somehow got the feeling that he was tricking her with lies all the time.

“…I heard that the color gold is considered very sacred here. In particular, if a living thing has a golden color, it is thought that the will of God dwells in it? Come to think of it, the only person here with golden eyes is Weed, and those people also seem to value you a lot, aht, uh-uht—”

He gently massaged her calf, feeling the tension in her muscles. Using his thumb, he applied pressure to help release the tightness.

As he kissed his way from her ankles to her knees, Hana let out a groan. Her groan snapped Weed back to reality. He couldn’t understand why he had been doing these things without realizing it. Unconsciously, his hand had even ventured up her dress, resting on her thigh.

‘…I’m really out of my mind.’

Could these actions be a symptom of the divine disease? Lately, his mind seemed to be in constant turmoil. Thankfully, Hana seemed to avert her gaze slightly, simply adjusting her dress with her hand. She appeared to accept it as a formal gesture.

Should he feel relieved by her response, or…

“S, so… I knew that Weed was a very busy person. I thought you weren’t coming today. I’ve been waiting all along—”

Weed stopped licking her knee.

“You were waiting for me?”

“Ah, yes… You come every morning to give me ki—me, medicine… it’s raining like this today…”

He didn’t hear the next words because Weed had blocked her mouth.

…She said she waited. Moreover, it is said that she waited for it, specifying that they kiss each morning.

He was puzzled by the way his mouth seemed to only utter sweet words. It wasn’t just the content of the words; even the sound of his voice had a sweetness to it. He wondered if it was his tongue, the one producing those words within his narrow mouth, that caused this effect.

Perhaps her softness evoked such sweet expressions from him.

Earlier, he thought the small animal was warm. Was it natural? Despite her small size, it allowed him to envelop her entirely in his arms… no, she was hot. With each touch of his moist lips, the heat intensified, simmering within him.

He longed to reach deeper, to delve inside her, to experience the intensity of that heat.

He wanted to reach inside more.

“Haa… Hana.”

“Uht… uhp.”

It wasn’t even about passing on the medicinal effect. t wasn’t even a kiss born out of love. It resembled the primal act of an animal, biting, chewing, and swallowing to satisfy its hunger.

“Uum…”

A stifled groan escaped his throat.

Regardless of his forceful actions, the fact that Hana didn’t shy away only fueled Weed’s growing frenzy. She seemed indifferent to the nature of their interaction, accepting it nonchalantly. It went beyond mere innocence… it was a level of acceptance that baffled him.

“Huht, ah, Weed… uhp!”

The act became more and more coercive, like asking if this was giving medicine.

Weed firmly held her wrists and positioned her between his legs, hiding her inside, immobilized. As he seized her quivering tongue, sucking on it and biting her lower lip, he eagerly swallowed the strained breaths escaping from her.

Merely touching her lips wasn’t enough for him. He gripped her wrists tightly, pulling her closer by the waist. He longed to embrace her body with even more intensity, to possess her and forcefully pierce the inside of her closed body.

It had to be hotter, sweeter than this, an experience that surpassed a mere taste of her tongue.

He persisted in his bestial behavior, driven by his desires. It was only when Hana’s free hand struck Weed’s shoulder, signaling him to stop, that he halted his actions.

His senses suddenly tinged with pain mingled with her moans.

“Haa… Hana. Are you okay?”

Weed asked with their lips still touching. He incessantly licked her swollen lower lip as he awaited her response, which seemed to be slightly swollen from their fervent exploration.

As Hana took a moment to catch her breath, their heated breaths mingled as their lips remained close.

Unable to articulate her words, she stared back with a flushed face and nodded. It was her way of confirming that she was alright.

However, when he tried to put their lips together again, Hana spoke up, so he had no choice but to stop.