On the lonely night, the chirping of insects gradually faded until only the sound of the breathing between a man and a woman remained.
Two pairs of lonely eyes met in a deep, silent gaze.
The young girl remained silent, unsure of what to say, restless like a student being scolded by a teacher.
She hadn’t expected him to do so many unreasonable things.
She gently pressed her lips together, placing a hand over her pounding chest.
He actually did it all for himself… Those words were just said casually.
Yet, unexpectedly, he had taken them to heart.
Sigh, what a fool. What should I do now? I feel so guilty, like I’m caught between a rock and a hard place…
The emotions, suppressed to the extreme, surged within her.
Her delicate hand clenched the hem of her skirt, tears ready but unable to fall.
“B↑…….
Before she could finish expressing her heavy guilt, Sig gave a carefree smile and shrugged, not letting her continue.
“You don’t need to overthink things, and don’t fool yourself. I’m no longer doing this for you, Emilia, but for myself.”
Perhaps he had come to realize that one should be kind to oneself first.
Everything else was empty.
To care too much about certain people or things was like drawing water with a bamboo basket — all for nothing.
He yawned indifferently, glancing at his once-close friend.
Seeing her looking utterly defeated — alive in appearance but seemingly dead for some time — his eyes betrayed a hint of sorrow.
Sigh, this damned charisma of mine — I still can’t just stand by and watch the weak suffer.
No choice, being handsome is a curse, he thought, covering his face, indulging in self-pity.
He pointed at her as if offering charity.
“But if you behave well enough, maybe I’ll be in a good mood and bring you back with me, Emilia… so do your best.”
He meant it sincerely.
At this moment, he no longer offered empty promises; every word was genuine.
His words were like heavenly nectar, awakening Emilia from the brink of death.
Her blood-colored eyes gleamed with a terrifying light, filled with remorse and a subtle possessiveness.
She couldn’t help but let her thoughts spiral out of control again.
“Now that you’re out of prison, come to my room to be my human punching bag. I was just worrying I had no suitable sparring partner.”
“All right, I will do my best.”
As her restraints were removed and she regained her freedom, Liv kept smiling, feeling her plan was a success.
Sure enough, all men were the same. Now they might talk tough about hitting her, but once on the bed, they’d soften their tone.
Heeheehee, just wait and see how I’m going to get back at you.
In the end, she really was dragged off to be a punching bag.
Her limbs were tied to the tent’s pillars, all her ability to resist taken away, and around her neck hung Sig’s exclusive punching bag tag.
Even Liv found the stark contrast hard to accept, feeling utterly hopeless and unwilling to accept reality.
Her eyes echoed the image of Sig’s smiling face, still chuckling cheerfully.
And by her ear was the voice:
“My’s big, you’ll have to bear with it since you asked for this.”
Along with the relieved expression of the silver-haired girl standing beside him.