Taking Care of My Husband in a Tragic Novel - Chapter 59

Chapter 59

‘Logan, how long can I live?’

‘Madam…’

‘I feel like my heart is barely beating now. It was hard to even take one step at a time.’

‘I’m sorry. Madam…’

‘Haa, Bleon… How about Bleon? How is he?’

‘…The Duke is doing well. Philia is taking good care of the Duke…’

‘I’m glad. I’m so glad.’

I thought it was really a relief. But even though I thought it was a relief, my heart pounded quickly as I thought of him who was smiling happily, forgetting things like me in his head.

‘Ah, the pain is coming again. You can just go. I need to sleep.’

‘I’ll guide you to your bed.’

‘Thank you. Next ti… No. Head back safely.’

For some reason, I felt like today would be the last time I was going to see Logan. So I tried to tell him not to come, but it seemed like I was saying something unnecessary, so I closed my mouth. I leaned on Logan and barely walked to the bed.

I lay down and fell into a deep sleep. The dream shifted again. No—I remembered. I recall now. These weren’t mere dreams. They were memories that were slumbering within my subconscious.

I woke up to the sound of someone knocking on the door. That should be Logan. I got up from the bed and took one heavy step at a time, forcing my droopy body to stand up as if it was being pulled from below.

‘Logan, today is—’

And when I opened the door, it was Bleon, not Logan, who was standing in front of me.

‘Bleon?’

I called him, but he didn’t answer. He was just staring at me with a murderous expression that seemed to want to kill someone.

‘…So you were here.’

‘What are you doing here?’

He was looking at me with such a bloody, cold, cruel expression. But nevertheless, seeing him before I died made me feel better.

Even so, I spoke bluntly to him, with a mask of displeasure and callousness, never showing my true feelings.

‘I don’t think there’s anything more left to be said between us.’

‘I still have something to say.’

With that said, Bleon grabbed my wrist and dragged me into the house. Then he looked around, headed to the bed, laid me down on it, and climbed onto me. I looked up at him with very startled eyes that my back got buried on the bed. I had never seen him act so violently.

‘W-What are you doing— mmph!’

As I spoke, my lips were devoured by him. He began to suck my lips and tongue impatiently like a hungry beast. Unknowingly, I fell into the kiss with him after a long time, and then I came to my senses for a moment. And when I bit his tongue hard, the taste of blood came and Bleon pulled back slightly.

‘Ugh.’

‘Dirty.

I didn’t miss the time and spit at him as if something really dirty had touched me.

‘Why are you coming here with that disgustingly dirty body? I said I have no hobbies of playing with things that other people touch.’

‘…Why are you doing this only to me?’

‘What?’

‘I’ve seen it all… The doctor came out of here.’

As he said that, his eyes fluttered as if he had been severely wounded.

‘Wife—My wife, and someone else, haa…’

‘I am no longer your wife. Not family or anything. So what does it matter to you what I do?’

It was clear that Bleon was mistaken, but I had no intention of fixing it. It wasn’t bad to think I was seeing another man. Looking at his behavior now, I felt that it was a good opportunity to completely remove him from me, even though he still seems to have regrets.

‘…It matters. It does matter.’

‘It doesn’t matter— Mmmph.’

But without even giving me a chance to speak, Bleon began to devour my lips once more. I shook my head haphazardly to get away from him, however, Bleon grabbed my chin with one hand, and with the other placed both my hands above my head to hold me immobile.

Then, he brought his face closer to meet my eyes. I was dazed for a moment. Bleon’s eyes were strange. It seemed like something was missing somewhere.

‘Wife… I don’t want to hurt you…’

He kissed me all over my face.

‘Let go! Don’t do this. We’re done!’

‘It’s not over. Not yet.’

‘Are you going to get revenge on me now? Are you here to take revenge on me for making you like that?’

‘No…’

‘Then, are you here to kill me? Yes, kill me. It’d be better if you kill me!’

‘Don’t say that… Please, how can I…’

‘Then let me go! Let me go! Haaa, urk.’

I suddenly stopped breathing. It was the beginning of pain. But I couldn’t tell him that I was sick here. I struggled more on purpose, breathing heavily as if I was out of breath because of the movement.

‘Wife, stay still.’

‘Huuk, huuk, please, please, stop. I am nothing to you. Huk, you’re nothing to me now. We shouldn’t have met. Nngh, so please.’

‘…We shouldn’t have met? Do you really mean that?’

‘I do. Go back. I don’t want to see you anymore. Please— just disappear from my life.’

Thankfully, the pain quickly subsided and my breathing went back to normal again. He didn’t seem to notice, perhaps because the gasps had been overshadowed by my struggles.

‘…There’s nothing I can do. Don’t blame me. Because this is what you brought up…’

Then, all of a sudden, Bleon untied the dress laces that were tied around my waist, tied my wrists with it and hung them on the bed. Then he began to pull something out of his arms, a bottle all too familiar.

‘What, what are you doing now? Release me!’

‘I’ll drink this first, so don’t worry.’

Bleon picked up the bottle and he continued to swallow the pills. And as the bottles were emptied one by one, his face began to heat up more and more. After taking a few bottles, with his pupils dilated, Bleon poured the last bottle into my mouth and kissed me right away.

‘No! I don’t want it. I won’t drink it, mmmph!’

A strange taste entered my mouth along with Bleon’s tongue. I didn’t want to swallow it, but as he kept pushing the pills into my mouth, I ended up swallowing the medicine down my throat.

‘Ha… wife.’

After confirming that I had swallowed the pills, Bleon took his mouth off and between my legs were ticklish as if the medicine started to take effect.

‘Ah, ngh… I don’t want…’

‘You know what, Wife…? When we first did it, you used to take the medicine that you had. Haa, I was so happy back then. Wife, you… Ha, because you wanted me…’

‘No, I don’t want you…’

‘Lies.’

Suddenly, Bleon’s hand went inside my dress and gently pushed my undergarments aside, rubbing my most delicate flesh.

‘You were so wet like this…’

‘Mmph, this is because, nnngh, of the drugs.’

‘It’s okay. It doesn’t matter…’

The dress, the clothes inside, and the underwear were torn in an instant, revealing my breasts.

‘What are you doing, huuhk, what are you doing…!’

Instead of answering my words, he buried his face in my chest and took a deep breath and exhaled repeatedly.

‘Haa, so good…’

‘Go away, please, nngh, d-don’t, hhngh…!’

When Bleon sucked on the nipples that were already hardened by the medicine, a moan burst out. From that point on, he began to covet me. I don’t know if it’s because I was drunk or because I have been in contact with him after a long time, but whenever his lips passed by, goosebumps rose all over my body, and at the same time, fluids gushed out from my secret place and soaked my thighs.

‘You are mine. I can’t give you to anyone else, haa, Wife…’

‘N-No— hnnngh! I’m not your wife— aahng…’

‘I’ll make you feel better than that bastard…. Because I know where you feel it the best…’

‘Do, don’t, aaahh! Aaahk, hu-aang!’

‘Ugh.’

A large pillar came into the hole that had become so very soaked from only his caresses, and he filled the entire inner walls with a single stroke. When the tip of his genitals reached the deepest point, my toes curled up with just that, and my insides quivered as I felt a distant climax. And Bleon kept muttering the same words, pounding even deeper inside where there was no more room to go in.

This house, which was so quiet when I was all alone, was filled with aroused groans from our pleasure for days on end.