The Maid In The Reverse Harem Game Wants To Quit - Chapter 114
Translator: Nabi
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Chapter 114
It was you who saved me, and it was you who took my life. If we had been bound by the same emotions from the beginning, I’d also want our fates to be bound together.
At Irene’s words, Ahibalt had a puzzled look on his face.
Or perhaps it could be described as embarrassing?
It was evident that the overwhelming surprise was suppressing the exhilaration that filled his face. It seemed as if he wanted to embrace the other person tightly, as if to crush them, with his hands trembling and an unfocused gaze.
It wasn’t that he didn’t like it, but rather, he was doubting his ears.
What did he just hear? Could it be that what he heard was hallucinations? Was what he was holding onto, or perhaps all of this was just an illusion?
‘There’s no way Irene would want me.’
Ahibalt’s punishment would often come during times when he would have to remember everything at a glance. The recurring events and overlapping emotions from his past life tormented him.
Until the start of the next life, Ahibalt was always haunted by those memories, unable to forget them entirely.
A torn love mixed with emptiness, one that he couldn’t hold onto and had to let go, slipping away. In a place where there was no boundary between day and night, dreams and reality were blurred, and he often found himself shedding tears as delusions often came creeping in.
“Young Master.”
It wasn’t difficult to recognize that Irene, who called out to him and embraced him, was an illusion.
It was because she had a smile on her face that he had never seen before. She was looking at him with an unbearably loving gaze.
“I love you, Ahibalt.”
“…Yes, me too. I love you too.”
“Is there anyone who confesses with such a sad face?”
Irene’s hair, which resembled fallen leaves, swayed lightly as she hugged and kissed him casually.
Like the spring breeze faintly brushing against a willow’s branches, it was a gentle and refreshing kiss. The sensation of being tightly embraced in her arms could be bewildering—the overwhelming sense of fullness that filled the same size space took his breath away.
He knew it was an illusion, and he knew that he shouldn’t behave this way towards her.
Even so, I just couldn’t resist this moment…
“Haha!”
Irene burst into cheerful laughter. It was because Ahibalt’s body, which was about to collapse, poured toward her direction. He embraced her tightly as if he were a child who had heard his parents say they would take away his beloved doll.
The time for their lips to meet again was prolonged. Their noses touched several times, and their lips parted with the sound of a passionate sigh, falling away several times.
With a flushed face and wet lips, she asked.
“Is something wrong? You seem impatient.”
“Just… I’m just afraid you’d disappear…”
“Why would I disappear?”
“Then either I disappear.”
“You’re saying really strange things.”
She scolded him, but there was nothing untrue in Ahibalt’s words.
His affection always suffered loss—either as Irene disappeared in his illusion or he forgot his love for her.
If the days he’d lived were long, it was bound to become dull, but why did his feelings only deepen irrevocably? The indescribable feeling of possessiveness towards Irene always became more apparent only after he regained his memories.
How many times had he embraced the illusion and swallowed the words of love?
By the time his vision was blurred by his pounding longing, even the illusion would have thrown him out… He would be trapped in the void like that. This frightened Ahibalt even more. He wondered if this was all an imaginary plot to kill him.
The end of the hallucination was as painful as it was sweet. It was because there was always resentment at the end.
“If you loved him that much, why didn’t you at least say something to me?”
“It’s because the person you love is Louise Orpen, not me.”
“You’re being so brazen.”
Irene’s lips, which had spoken sweet words to him, always turned into vipers, stinging him before leaving him… the moment when Ahibalt was the most intoxicated, as the illusion seemed to last forever.
‘So, wouldn’t the same thing happen again?’
If the word ‘I love you’ came out of his mouth, he wondered if she would turn cold and shake off his hand.
Regardless, despite knowing the tragedy that lay ahead, Ahibalt always made the same choice. This time was no different. The deepening affection, formed through countless lives, had risen to its limit and overflowed uncontrollably.
It couldn’t be contained any longer.
“I love you, Irene.”
The man confessed with a wounded appearance.
It seemed more like he was revealing his flaws rather than confessing his love.
“I love you, really…”
The man who had always been so skillful and had a relaxed appearance had come to an end in front of Irene. It was because emotions that were too profound and worn were too much to bear even to put on the tip of the tongue.
He confessed like a boy. The touch of his hand on her shoulder was also that of immaturity.
Instead of the inarticulate Ahibalt, Irene accepted the words.
“I love you, too.”
From the moment they started looking at each other with the same expression, he intuitively knew that the trajectory of his life would be centered on her. They would see the sun eclipse the moon as they kissed, and they would witness the shooting stars lengthen their tails as they held hands.
In the moment of their heartfelt confession, as if losing all rationality, Ahibalt pressed his lips against Irene’s, their noses touching.
Still hesitant, he muttered.
“You’re going to regret this, won’t you?”
“I won’t.”
“You should know that the man you said you loved was never a gentleman…”
“I’m not a lady, so that’s fine.”
So, it’s only natural that the person I love isn’t a gentleman.
As if satisfied with the response, Ahibalt chuckled and kissed Irene once again. It was a kiss that, although more relaxed than a moment ago, still couldn’t conceal the eagerness lingering between them.
A large hand enveloped the woman’s body. He caged and pulled her waist closer, which reflexively sprouted whenever they touched a sensitive spot while his hand cradled through her hair, resembling a golden sunset. The breaths, shallow and warm, escaped from slightly parted lips, filled with moisture.
Irene thought Rodion was a little rough when he kissed her, but it was now cute compared to Ahibalt.
The saliva that couldn’t be swallowed in time trickled down between their parted lips, glistening with silvery threads.
As if the mere sight of the other person’s panting, parted lips weren’t enough of a stimulus, he coveted her relentlessly. It was a familiar sight, as it had happened several times before, from the moment she was out of breath to the moment she let go.
Irene’s gaze flickered with rebuke as she glanced up at him with a flushed expression.
Nonetheless, for Ahibalt, even that gave a sense of satisfaction.
With her rising and falling in his arms, her inciting expression and prickling gaze were directed towards him. In addition, the breathless lips were wet and slightly parted, and the sound of her ragged breathing was seductive.
Unable to resist any longer, Ahibalt kissed her cheek once again and spoke as if making excuses.
“I told you, I’m not a gentleman.”
“I didn’t expect you to do it right away.”
“So, you don’t like it?”
There was no answer.
Ahibalt didn’t bother to wait for an answer. It was because even if she hated it or not, since she approached him first, he had no intention of letting her go.
There was a trace of sympathy for her love lingering in his mind.
‘It would’ve been better if she loved someone more human.’
…Someone who could trust her word and dream together about the future she was talking about. If she had at least loved someone who would listen attentively to anything she said, even if it was a fool like that, she could have been blissfully happy without nightmares.
‘She said there was an unidentified key person in Edith’s research.’
Perhaps Irenaea was holding out hope that it was an inanimate object. Nonetheless, Ahibalt knew that every cog in this game was a living, breathing human being. After all, it was only when one of them disappeared that they could see the end…
Holding Irene tightly, his gaze, which had grown even more intense, carried a bewildered glimmer, but it was a countenance that clearly expressed no dislike.
He smiled lightly.
“Tell me you love me, Irene.”
“I love you.”
“More.”
“How much do I have to say for you to be satisfied?”
“Well. Let’s listen and I can decide?”
No matter how much he listened to it, he couldn’t get enough of it.
Ahibalt added jokingly, pulling Irene’s upper body to lean against him. He couldn’t bring himself to smile back at her smiling face.
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Translator’s Note: Hello, it’s Nabi! I’m the translator of this novel ପ( ๑•ᴗ•๑ )ଓ♡ If you like the novel and would like to support me, please feel free to click the button below to go to my kofi~! Thank you so much for always supporting the novels I work on, even if you don’t buy me a coffee, I really do appreciate it a lot. ❤︎
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