Chapter 64: Fienne Doesnt Hold Back
0% That day, Fienne stopped by her quarters before visiting Risir in the hospital.
In the corner of her room, she paused before a certain item—the handkerchief she’d used to wipe Risir’s blood after his mana overflux.
A wave of self-loathing washed over her. Keeping a bloodstained handkerchief, neither washed nor discarded...it was the behavior of those worms that pursued her.
With a look of disgust, Fienne lifted the handkerchief to her nose, her delicate nostrils flaring.
“...”
Fienne lowered her head, deeply disturbed. The handkerchief, stained with Risir’s blood, smelled no different from that brawling young man’s the other day. If anything, it was even more pungent and thick with the nauseating stench of old blood.
And yet...that very scent brought Fienne an unparalleled sense of happiness, simply for the reason of belonging to Risir.
Since then, smelling the handkerchief had become a method of stress relief. A rather effective one at that, too.
The problem was that it didn’t just end at stress relief.
“Haa...Haa...”
As the days passed, she found herself smelling the handkerchief more often. The harder she tried to suppress her desires, the stronger they became. And with them, the backlash only intensified.