Stigma Effect

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The intruder was Raphlet. He was so close that she was sure and didn’t feel any hesitation.

“Yuriel. Why didn’t you come back to me?”

She couldn’t ask how he found her, who had wandered around without a trace, or how he got here when he should have been part of the subjugation efforts.

Raphlet asked Yuriel with a cracked voice. His voice trembled with a sense of betrayal, as if he had been slapped in the face by his own hand. Yuriel didn’t answer right away, but placed her hand on his arm that wrapped around his waist.

The hem of his robe, which had cooled from passing through the night forest, clinged wetly to the palm of her hand. His body behind the clothes was also cold, so she didn’t feel any warmth.

“Lord Raphlet, please come this way first. You’re so cold, I’ll light the fire again, so warm up….”

Yuriel said in a trembling voice. Perhaps he misunderstood the trembling tone because she was worried about Raphlet’s condition, and his face hardened even more.

The firm cheeks and cool eyes showed an aggressive light.

“… you’re shaking. Is it because of me?”

Raphlet raised his hand and murmured. The finger that touched Yuriel’s cheek was like a branch covered with ice. The moment his cold fingers touched her cheek, Yuriel shrugged her shoulders.

“Lord Raphlet.”

“You always told me I should stay in Albraka.”

Raphlet mumbled as if talking to himself. The finger on her cheek moved slowly. The finger moved backwards, stroking the little earlobe.

Raphlet’s calloused fingers pressed against her flesh. A small moan escaped Yuriel’s lips. Raphlet was holding Yuriel and his body close together without any gaps.

A familiar sensation came from near her thigh. The hardened pillar was pressed against Yuriel’s legs that were sticking to his body. Little by little, Raphlet’s body began to feel human heat.

Yuriel forgot that she had pushed him and exhaled in relief.

This was not a bad way either to convey warmth to him.

Yuriel leaned her head against his hand touching her ear instead of getting away from it.

The strength was released from Raphlet’s hand that was stroking her earlobe. It seemed that he was satisfied with the way Yuriel leaned on his hand. For a moment, his eyes flashed terrifyingly.

“This puts me at ease in this way. It’s like I don’t need anything else.”

Indeed it was. Yuriel watched as he recited the obvious facts and was swept away in anger. Raphlet was angry.

This was the first time she had seen him angry, so she was surprised.

In front of Raphlet, who was angry with a face she had never seen for the first time, Yuriel answered with a youthful voice just like before she left.

“That’s right. I don’t need anything other than Lord Raphlet.”

Raphlet’s cheeks twitched when he heard the cheerful answer that didn’t suit the heavy atmosphere. He said sarcastically with a sullen smile with only one corner of his mouth raised.

“You seem to be doing fine without me. Do you know how many months you haven’t contacted me?”

It was an unusually sarcastic voice.

He made a sarcastic tone in an overbearing voice and lowered his hand to Yuriel’s neck. His large palms wrapped around the nape of her neck and his fingers slipped through her hair.

It was the place he often touched when kissing her. Due to the firm erect pillar and the familiar posture, heat naturally rose in her body.

She didn’t know how many times she had thought of Raphlet. While sleeping among the monsters, she remembered his face.

It was as long as 8 months when Yuriel learned that she was pregnant and had abstained.

Raphlet was angry, but his hand kept going down. Yuriel was terribly surprised when she noticed his hand holding her waist.

Raphlet’s face hardened. Except for a cynical sneer, his face never moved. The pillar touching her body seemed to let her know that he wanted to have s*x with her, but Raphlet’s face was so stiff that it was hard to be sure.

Yuriel found the strength loosened from the hand that was holding her waist in despair.

What did Lord Raphlet just say? She couldn’t hear properly because she was paying attention to something else.

Did he ask her how many months she hasn’t contacted him?

Yuriel murmured and opened her mouth.

“About five months… ?”

Raphlet was watching Yuriel’s actions, without missing a single moment.

The way he inadvertently grabbed her waist and pulled his hand away as if he had touched something he shouldn’t have touched, her face slowly answering his question with a depressed look.

Raphlet suppressed the desire to shout at Yuriel. When he asked why she hadn’t come to see him, she still didn’t answer.

He remembered the day he told Yuriel he was going to quit Albraka. Yuriel sat down at his feet and said he should never do that. Raphlet pondered over and over what kind of existence he was to Yuriel.

Yuriel, who he was reunited with, looked more like a worshiper than a lover.

She folded her fingers when asked how many months it had been, and her mumbling soared with enthusiasm. Yuriel was acting casually, even though she knew that Raphlet, who was so close to her body, was agitated.

From the moment he saw her, the only one who was swept away by the intense sexual desire was Raphlet. Yuriel was still treating him as a sacred object placed in the sanctuary.

Raphlet asked again, suppressing his anger.

“I asked why you didn’t come to me right away.”

“… I thought it would be difficult to find you.”

“Who?”

“Lord Raphlet…. Rumors spread that I control monsters, and I’m afraid that Lord Raphlet will be criticized for having me as a dedicated servant….”

Yuriel said in a voice full of guilt.

“It’s okay to spread rumors that I’m controlling monsters, but not Lord Raphlet.”

“You left because you thought I wasn’t going to be okay?”

Yuriel could not make eye contact with Raphlet. His eyes were cold. There was no warmth in the eyes that looked down at her like a stern judge.

He has an extremely stoic face with no smile on his face.

That face used to soften in front of Yuriel, and there was a little heat on his cheeks. When she remembered the moment when he looked at her and relaxed, she felt sad.

“It’s not like I wanted to leave Lord Raphlet…. I mean, I really couldn’t help it.”

Yuriel wrinkled her nose and said so.

“I never ordered you to leave. Yuriel.”

Avoiding Raphlet’s gaze, she lowered her head and snickered, and he grabbed Yuriel’s chin at once. Her cheeks were flushed red from suppressing the sadness.

“I ordered you to stay by my side.”

“Bu, but…. If I had visited, Lord Raphlet would have been criticized for hiring me as a servant. I’m, I’m also being called a terrorist….”

“Yuriel.”

Yuriel rolled her eyes and made a nervous excuse. Raphlet called her in a low voice.

“What do you think of me?”

Even though his voice was low, she felt nervous. His eyes filled with criticism and lust turned towards Yuriel.

“Sa, saint….”

Yuriel stammered as she recalled the prophecy book she had seen one day. The prophecy that Helio showed. He is a saint to be worshiped.

It was also the truth that Yuriel took for granted even before she saw the prophecy book.

Raphlet was a boy who, without hesitation, threw himself down, rescued her, took up and even gave a job to an orphaned commoner child he had never seen before.

Who else would it be if not him?

After hearing Yuriel’s slurred answer, Raphlet’s face finally had an expression on it.

The furrowed eyebrows and contorted cheeks filled Yuriel’s eyes. Raphlet, whose expressionlessness had disappeared, had a face that did not suit a saint at all.

“Am I a saint? Have I always been like that to you?”

“Lord Raphlet. I think you were too excited.”

“If I was in heat when I saw you crying, would you still call me noble?”

“Calm down a little, … Okay?”

Raphlet said in a bitter voice.

The cool and noble face was distorted by a vulgar lust. Yuriel faced his secretly hidden desire.

She had no idea what to answer. Raphlet was overly excited. He lifted her up, giving strength to the arm that was holding Yuriel’s waist.

His strong arms tightly gripped Yuriel.

“Hold, hold on.”

Raphlet violently threw off his cloak next to the bonfire that Yuriel had sprinkled with dirt. Yuriel, who was dragged by his arms, was pushed by Raphlet’s hand and fell on his cloak.

Raphlet threw something into the bonfire, and the extinguished embers began to burn. It was like throwing something like a flint made of alchemy.

As the fire ignited and smoke began to circulate in the cave, the monsters protecting Yuriel slowly escaped out of the cave.

Yuriel quickly waved her hand when she saw the monsters leaving the cave behind.

“Lord Raphlet, look over there! The monsters are going out. They can go to houses, so we have to stop them from going… .”

Yuriel, who was about to get up, grabbed Raphlet’s hand and shoulder. Yuriel’s face flushed red when she saw his eyes reflected in the fire.

Raphlet was not at all interested in the monsters’ movement or human safety.

Yuriel felt that she was all he wanted.