My Beloved, Whom I Desire to Kill - 272

As Giselle quietly began to watch the movie, Edwin’s hands grew busy once more.

Perhaps to avoid making his dukehood jealous of the higher-ranking popcorn, which was entering his lover’s mouth, he had chosen a lollipop today. All the while Giselle held the candy in her mouth, he would feel her protruding cheek or gently shake the stick to rub it against her tongue.

Wasn’t this a lewd, intentional game?

It was similar to what Lorenz had done, shoving his penis into Giselle’s mouth.

—Giselle, you’re still young and don’t know much, so I’ll teach you: from now on, you should refrain from sucking on or licking things like ice cream in front of men. When men see that, they imagine you sucking and licking their cocks and then lapping up the cum.

Did this man feel that same lust?

Naturally, the big event that happened earlier today came to mind. When she had looked over in surprise, Edwin was soundly asleep. If it had been Lorenz, he would have surely been awake, trying to make a move on her.

So, the man who had turned into a beast was Edwin.

Feeling the touch that was clearly lust, not affection, Giselle subtly lifted her chin and whispered into his ear.

—Did you have a naughty dream while you were sleeping earlier?

The slight upward curve of his lips froze. Edwin turned his head to face her. Catching the flicker in his eyes, Giselle pressed on, giving him no time to make up a lie.

—Who was in your dream?

—Of course…

The man, caught in her leading question, barely managed to regain his senses just before confessing that he had had a naughty dream. Even so, the look of embarrassment on his face was as good as a confession.

—Did I talk in my sleep?

—You demonstrated your lack of erectile dysfunction with your own body.

Upon hearing that he’d even gotten an erection, Edwin closed his eyes tightly, looking like a man who had committed a crime.

—I’m sorry.

Why on earth was he apologizing?

—If you have to apologize for having naughty thoughts about me, then I’m sorry, too.

At Giselle’s confession that she also imagined doing naughty things with him, Edwin’s eyes flew open. While the topic was out in the open, Giselle asked what she had been curious about all along.

—When you’re kissing me, do you want to do more?

He narrowed his eyes and furrowed his brow. She thought he wouldn’t answer.

—Only when I’m kissing you?

So, did he have those devious thoughts while she was sucking on the lollipop, too?

—For example?

He looked straight ahead and whispered as if giving a lecture.

—Giselle, silk clings to the body. Don’t wear it in front of other men.

The clothes she had worn at home earlier were silk. Giselle had no idea that they had so clearly revealed the silhouette of her waist down.

—So did you have a naughty dream about it? What did you do with me in the dream?

—Just watch the movie.

—It’s not fun. Want to go home and have a bottle of wine?

She figured he’d give in if she gave him this much of an opportunity. However, Edwin teased her, asking why she would want a whole bottle and calling her a lush. The last thing he said, with all traces of a smile gone, made it clear that he was only pretending not to understand her intentions.

—Even so, I’m not going to tell you about the dream.

—You’re shyer than you look. I don’t really like shy men.

He gave in to the provocation, but not in the way Giselle had expected.

—Do you know why I can’t talk about it?

Judging by his ice-cold expression, shyness was clearly the wrong answer.

—I find myself disgusting for having a dream like that, and I’m sorry to you.

Did he still think of sexual desire as something dirty? That was also the wrong answer.

—The image of you in the dream is so vivid. Why do you think that is?

Because you’ve seen my naked body. To Giselle, who understood, he added as if to explain himself.

—It’s not an exact replica of the memory.

It wasn’t that he felt guilty for getting pleasure by retracing Giselle’s past with Lorenz.

—Then it’s okay, isn’t it?

—I’m relieved that you’re okay with it, but I’m not.

She understood his position: he couldn’t help but feel more guilty for having lustful thoughts about a body he knew than about an unfamiliar one he was imagining. On the other hand, for Giselle, just the fact that he felt desire for her in any way significantly lightened her own guilt.

—So I don’t want to talk about it. Especially not here.

Edwin turned his head back to the front.

‘Then what do you say we skip the movie and go make some good memories instead?’

She felt like she could say something like that. However, she couldn’t because the moment she opened her mouth, Edwin covered it with his palm. He only took his hand away when Giselle quieted down. A moment later, he nonchalantly started playing again.

He held the lollipop stick, subtly pushing it in and pulling it out. He rubbed the firm object against Giselle’s tongue.

—Then why are you doing this?

It was as if his words and actions were completely at odds.

—What’s wrong with this?

At his innocent question, Giselle’s heart sank. The moment she realized this man’s intentions were purely wholesome, she was unfortunately caught in her own impure misunderstanding of him.

He recoiled as if he had accidentally grabbed someone’s private parts, snatching his hand away from the lollipop stick and beginning a desperate explanation.

—No, no, that’s not what this is about. I just thought it was cute. Giselle, why would I do anything weird to you? Why would you even think that…

Only then did Giselle’s mouth fall silent.

For a long, long time.

Even after the movie ended and they were back at Magnolia Terrace.

—Why are you so quiet?

—Because I have nothing to say.

After three months of dating, one becomes fluent in their lover’s language. She knew that the correct translation was, «I’m sulking and don’t want to talk to you.»

—What’s bothering you?

Playing with the lollipop. Asking her why she had a strange misunderstanding. Not answering her questions. Not letting her say what she wanted.

There were so many possibilities that she couldn’t pinpoint the right answer.

—I’m just keeping my mouth shut so I don’t turn into a pervert again.

The fact that she was giving him an answer, even though she didn’t want to talk to him, suggested that a simple conversation might be enough to cheer her up.

—Why would you be a pervert? I’m the pervert for making my pure lady have an impure misunderstanding.

She had thought of him that way because of what that perverted man had done to her. Meanwhile, Edwin, not having thought of that, had acted in a way that led to the misunderstanding. In any case, he was the one at fault. He apologized, but Giselle was cold.

—Don’t apologize.

When he apologized again, Giselle’s fierce glare made him realize that she wasn’t just being polite. He clearly needed help.

—What kind of wine would you like? I’ll go get it.

—There isn’t any. The lush who lives here drank it all.

Giselle left the flustered man behind and stormed up to the third floor.

She didn’t want to talk. The more they talked, the more they poked at each other’s painful spots, making things uncomfortable. She understood why Edwin had tried to avoid the topic. But why had she been so foolish as to bring it up? She felt like she was back to being the stupid little girl from the day she was deceived by Lorenz.

She walked past the bedroom and into the dressing room, with the presence that had been following her all this way continuing behind her. Giselle didn’t turn around and said,

—I want to be alone.

The instincts she had built up over three months urgently screamed at Edwin. He shouldn’t leave Giselle alone.

At that moment, he had another premonition. This was not a mood that could be fixed with words. Only actions would work.

—I’m going to change.

Knowing that she was telling him to leave, Edwin turned Giselle around and began to unbutton her coat. As he did, he motioned with his eyes toward his jacket’s inner pocket.

—My hands are busy, could you take something out for me?

He wanted her to take out his tin of mints.

—If you’re going to ask for a favor you didn’t ask me for, you should do it yourself.

—Just do as I say this once.

What was this all about?

—Do you think I’ll feel better if you kiss me like you’re giving candy to a sulking child? Do I look that simple to you?

—Take it out, and then reconsider.

His tone was firm, as if he had a much deeper meaning behind his words and Giselle was just having a simple misunderstanding. It wasn’t pleasant to feel like a naive child once again. Giselle pressed her lips into a tight line and put her hand into Edwin’s jacket. She reached for what she had grabbed, but she couldn’t help but stop.

Why were there two tin cans?

Since they were slightly different in size and shape, they weren’t the same type of mints. She tilted her head and tried to take out the one she had grabbed first, but Edwin grabbed her wrist to stop her. He looked down at Giselle intently, a meaningful smirk on his lips.

It was a smile that was both provocative and enchanting, one she couldn’t tear her eyes away from. His eyes, like a quietly burning flame, were both relaxed and subtly sharp, appearing sensitive. With such a dangerous look on his face, he whispered low, and Giselle couldn’t help but shiver.

—Choose carefully. Because I will definitely use what you take out tonight.

She had realized what the other one was.

Contraception.

Asure: Hey there, readers… Looks like ‘snu snu’ is on its way. First, a quick question: let me know if you’d like me to censor things with an *, since that’s a common practice in English versions. Also, just tell me if this translation works for you so I know to keep going. If I’m gone the weekends, it’s because I’m traveling, not because I’ve lost interest, unless something unexpected happens like an illness or an accident. Enjoy your Wednesday