She denies the Vizima’s advances.

She could no longer keep the hurtful words from pouring out of her mouth.

“I don’t love you the way you want so you’re trying to get me to change my mind with brute strength. Isn’t that right? You’re pitiful and you’re childish.”

“….. You like sex, don’t you?”

“And?”

“So why can’t it be me? Why can’t you do it with me? Why is it only me!”

He sobbed out the words, his body curling up over her. Silence fell between them.

She saw his shoulders tremble and felt his hands shake through his grip on her arm. ‘You’re one of the princess’ only four concubines. What are you so bitter about?’.

She was beginning to feel frustrated because she didn’t know what had happened between them. “Hey.”

“…..Please let’s just do it once.”

“What?” She was so dumbfounded that she couldn’t even let out a sigh. She had no idea what he was talking about. Besides, She wasn’t even his ‘princess’. She didn’t have any duty towards him nor did she feel any guilt. “….Hngh, wait, wait a moment!”

Vizima placed a kiss next to her navel over the bedsheet. And then, instead of moving up, he slowly began making his way down. she freaked out and kneed him in the chin.

“Ah!” He glared at her resentfully while nursing his chin.

“I told you I don’t want to!”

“You’re lying! You never cared who you did it with!”

“Are you saying you’ll **** me! Don’t you even know how I am? Do you really think me of all people would allow that to happen?” Her piercing blue eyes held the concubine eyes with malicious intent behind them.

“…..What?” It was as if he had been doused with cold water.

As soon as she felt his grip loosen, she yanked her hand away. Her wrist throbbed. Vizima was silent for a while after that, his expression blank.

“I, I was…. That wasn’t my intention.”

He murmured while still on top of her while was **** to watch as his eyes filled with tears. They dripped down his face and onto her chest.

In the end, she lost her will to be angry. she sighed and spoke. “….. I get it so why don’t you get off now.”

She grabbed Vizima’s wrist and pulled. He let himself be dragged along without a fight. As Vizima flopped down onto the bed, she sat up and sat across from him. “….. It was too horrible. The thought that I’d get rejected again was painful enough to make me go crazy. That’s why.”

“Fine. Do you have anything else to say?”

“….. I apologize.” Just like that, Vizima fell face-first onto the bed.

“…..Are you asleep?”

“………”

‘This son of a bitch.’