To You, Who Will Die Alone in Paradise Chapter 12

Grit.

Between the heated breaths, a sound like grinding teeth, on the verge of shattering, was heard. The moment Dandeleon raised his head in confusion, someone yanked his arm sharply upwards.

“Ueck?!”

Dandeleon’s body was thrown back along with his arm. At first, it was just one arm, but soon the other was pulled up as well. In an instant, Dandeleon was bound with both hands above his head.

“Hey, who….”

Dandeleon twisted his body, looking all around. But there was no one in his field of vision. He had ended up in this state because someone had come and grabbed him, but since he couldn’t see anyone, it was beyond surprising—it was baffling.

If so, then who, or rather, what was holding his hands and pulling them? Lifting his head toward his hands, Dandeleon discovered something he could never have imagined.

The rose vines that should have been covering the pergola roof were wrapped tightly around his wrists.

“What is this?!”

Dandeleon exclaimed in bewilderment and tried to pull his hands away. But far from coming loose, the vines wrapped themselves even tighter around his wrists, pulling him upward. He looked exactly like a fish caught on a line.

“Th-the magic will wear off in a few minutes.”

“…!”

Kellewen said as he scrambled to his feet.

Dandeleon finally realized what was happening. It was magic. Kellewen had used magic to move the rose vines.

“Are you crazy?”

Harsh words flew out of Dandeleon’s mouth on their own.

For elves, who were born with mana, mana was inextricably linked to their lifespan. To explain it crudely, it meant that their lifespan was shortened every time they used magic.

He had heard that high elves, in particular, should not use magic unless their lives were in danger, because their mana had to be offered to the Guardian Tree.

But now, Kellewen had used magic to stop Dandeleon. As if he had been after his life, not his chastity!

“Th-the palace tour… will end as of today. I will explain everything to His Majesty… so please do not worry….”

No matter what Dandeleon said, Kellewen kept his distance, busy tidying his clothes. The considerate words he offered in the midst of it all only infuriated Dandeleon further.

“Don’t worry, are you mocking me right now?! Untie this right now!”

“If you just wait a little, it will come undone on its own…. Thank you for everything until now, Your Highness!”

Kellewen turned and fled. Without ever meeting his eyes until the very end.

In the end, only Dandeleon, tightly bound by rose vines, was left alone by the Fountain of the Dead Prince.

“Wait! Mr. High Elf! Are you really going to leave like this?!”

Dandeleon struggled to get out of the vines wrapped around his arms, but the more he struggled, the tighter the vines constricted him. When the rose thorns began to dig into his wrists and draw blood, Dandeleon had no choice but to give up resisting.

But he couldn’t do anything about the anger welling up inside him. He yelled in the direction Kellewen had disappeared.

“Kellewen Amos Rioselia!”

Naturally, there was no reply.

“Damn it, my wrists hurt….”

Dandeleon returned to his room, trembling.

It had taken more than 10 minutes for the magic on the rose vines to wear off. In that time, his bound arms grew increasingly sore, and the thorns of the rose vines continued to dig into his skin. When the magic finally wore off and he was free, his whole body ached so much that he lay collapsed on the ground for a while.

“Zellos! Draw a bath and bring me some medicine!”

Returning to his room, Dandeleon threw open the door and shouted at the top of his lungs.

But it was strange. Zellos, who would normally have come running before he was even called, showed no reaction. Dandeleon, frowning deeply, searched the room and found a note on the table.

I need something, so I’m stepping out of the palace for a bit. I’ll be back before dinner.

“Why did he have to go out at a time like this?!”

Dandeleon tore the innocent note to shreds. But even after scattering the torn pieces of the note everywhere, his anger did not subside.

“I want to take a bath….”

No matter how much he grumbled, Zellos, who had gone out, would not come back. In the end, Dandeleon, with a huge pout, went into the bathroom.

With the water running in the tub, he carelessly threw off his clothes and put on nothing but a shower gown over his bare body. Dressed like that, he came out and began to rummage through the entire room, looking for medicine.

“Hoo.”

By the time he had somehow disinfected the wounds on his arms and even applied medicine, the anger and irritation that had risen to the top of his head had subsided to some extent.

Dandeleon flopped onto the bed. As pain flared in his shoulders and arms, he felt an unwarranted sense of sorrow.

“Running away at the last second, that coward.”

If he had just gone a little further, he would have definitely gone all the way. He was so frustrated at having missed the expression on his face at that moment that he wanted to jump up and down.

How would Kellewen have reacted upon seeing Dandeleon’s face stained with his semen? Would he have freaked out and apologized as always? Would he have begged for forgiveness? Or would he have burst into tears?

Imagining that scene seemed to calm his anger a little. Dandeleon enjoyed the secret fantasy, a smile unknowingly forming on his lips.

It was definitely a shame not to have seen it, but it couldn’t be helped. In the end, he hadn’t lost anything. He had kept his body safe while confirming all the facts he had been curious about.

“Yeah, he certainly wasn’t a hypocrite….”

Kellewen was not the type to hide his secret sexual desires or to feel pleasure by forcibly taking others. He was closer to the receiving end than the exploiting one. Dandeleon shook his head.

The true nature of the high elf, whom everyone praised as a saint, was nothing more than that.

A pure-hearted livestock, deprived of all the rights a living being should have, and even robbed of the ability to contemplate it.

‘But there is one thing I’m curious about….’

Dandeleon thought, rolling around on the blankets.

‘What kind of incident would it take for that personality to change in such a way?’

In the future Dandeleon had seen, Kellewen was having sex with him. And in a very coercive manner at that. That was so different from the Kellewen of just a moment ago, who had been busy running away.

Dandeleon recalled a scene from the future again. Kellewen was holding both of Dandeleon’s feet so tightly it hurt as he thrust himself inside. Each time, Dandeleon couldn’t move an inch and only let out pained screams. Without even thinking of resisting….

‘…No, wait a minute.’

Dandeleon’s brow furrowed. He slowly replayed the scene he had seen once more.

The room was dark, so not much had come into view. What was certain was that both he and Kellewen were naked, on a bed in an unfamiliar room. And that Kellewen had an angry expression on his face.

But what was important wasn’t just what he perceived visually. Dandeleon recalled the sounds his future self had made. It was clearly a pained moan, but there was an emotion beyond pain in it.

An unfamiliar voice, so much so that he wondered if it was really his. A high-pitched moan mixed with a nasal tone. A sound that leaked out after holding it in and in until it was unbearable….

A sound made from being unable to overcome pleasure.

“…Hah, that’s funny.”

Dandeleon muttered.

So, when he was doing that with Kellewen, he was also enjoying it to some extent? The Dandeleon of yesterday, no, of this morning, would have surely denied it as nonsense. Until then, he had firmly believed that he would never willingly have sex with Kellewen.

But now, it felt a little different.

‘…What if Kellewen hadn’t run away earlier?’

The thought came to him naturally. At the same time, the scene from the future and what had happened today overlapped.

‘What if he had gone all the way? Would he have pounced on me right there? Like in the future I saw?’

There were many inconsistencies for it to have been the same day, such as the time and the setting. But Dandeleon’s imagination kept connecting the two scenes.

When Kellewen finally cums, Dandeleon wipes the semen from his face and scoffs at him.

See, there are things that can’t be controlled by will, right? At that moment, Kellewen pins Dandeleon down, pulls off his pants, and….

At that point, Dandeleon’s imagination stopped. He recalled Kellewen’s member, which he had held in his mouth, that object that was close to a weapon.

‘…Would that even fit?’

Suddenly, he felt his sense of reality slipping away. Even if it did fit, it seemed like it would hurt a lot. But the books said it would be fine as long as you properly loosened up.

Loosening up meant using something like a lubricant before doing it….

As his thoughts continued, Dandeleon’s hand was unknowingly heading downward. He licked his hand to wet it, as he had read in a book, then cautiously felt around his rear. At first, he didn’t dare, just lightly brushing the area, but soon he gathered his courage.

The moment Dandeleon’s finger pressed firmly into the middle of the cleft.

“Hhyang!”

Dandeleon’s other hand clamped over his own mouth. His heart was pounding.

‘That sound just now… did I make that?’

It was an unbelievably obscene sound. But it couldn’t be helped. The moment his finger pressed on his bottom, a thrilling sensation shot through him like a spark, and the sound just came out on its own. In that brief moment, his whole body’s temperature felt like it had risen by several degrees, his face flushed, and his breathing became ragged.

Dandeleon spread his legs slightly and lay on his side a little, getting into a position that was easier to touch. Then, with a trembling hand, he felt his bottom again.