His Breeding Obsession Chapter 152

The lovely silver light approached as if to comfort him.  

 

His tense expression softened. It was warm and clear, a light that stirred nostalgia.  

 

A bittersweet longing enveloped Grecan, as if a wish had been granted.  

 

The room brightened as if the sun had risen, and Mirania’s face became vividly etched in his vision.  

 

Soon, the light faded. Grecan felt a pang of regret, and a tear slipped down his cheek.  

 

He opened his tightly clenched hand, but not a trace of the light remained. His chest felt hollow, as if a treasure had been stolen from him.  

 

“I had a strange feeling as if something was hiding here, so I decided to search. Nothing was caught. Either there’s truly nothing, or it’s so well-hidden that even my senses can’t detect it…”  

 

It was her, after all. No matter how skilled he was at controlling his energy, it was impossible to completely deceive Mirania’s senses.  

 

Was she suspicious of him? If so, what was she thinking?  

 

If she had sensed his presence, what would she say…  

 

‘Would she tell me to sever our connection? Or say it’s impossible and that I must be killed?’  

 

Grecan’s mouth went dry.  

 

Death itself didn’t frighten him, but he needed time. He was connected to her. Even if she dismissed it as delusion, Grecan was certain.  

 

This heart of his was connected to her.  

 

In the empty room she had left, Grecan licked his lips.  

 

A metallic taste lingered. He touched his lip with the tip of his tongue.  

 

It was bleeding. His patience had long since run out.  

 

The desire had been growing since Mirania had gotten close to the half-naked human man.  

 

The urge to face her, to meet her eyes, to hold her close, surged uncontrollably.  

 

‘If I keep holding back like this, I’ll burn up completely.’  

 

This heart of his was desperate to touch Mirania. Her hair, her arms, even the tips of her fingers—he wanted to connect with her in any way possible.  

 

The moment his desire finally broke through his restraint, the calm he had barely maintained shattered.  

 

Like ripples spreading across a still surface, his energy radiated out, filling the mansion with his presence.  

 

At that moment, Mirania, who had been sitting in the living room chair lost in thought, suddenly lifted her head.

 

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“…This is.”  

 

“What’s wrong?”  

Horus asked, puzzled. Mirania, hiding her surprise, shook her head. Her mind was in disarray.  

 

“By the way, the weather is lovely today.”  

 

“Perfect for training.”  

 

“Professor, you really have no sense of romance.”  

 

As Horus and Wigenia began to chat, Mirania’s gaze subtly shifted and then stopped at one spot.  

 

Once she noticed, it became clear.  

 

‘How could I have missed it?’

 

His presence was so intense that it was almost suspicious she hadn’t noticed him before.  

 

Dressed in a black shirt and black pants, his body, fully covered, had an alluring bronze tone to his skin.  

 

His pale lips contrasted sharply with his pitch-black eyes, which drew her gaze in like a swamp.  

 

A long, graceful neck like a deer’s. Though he was broad, his tall and slender frame gave no impression of clumsiness.  

 

His long legs, resting casually by the window, lightly touched the floor.  

 

Shrouded in shadow, he looked like a being born of darkness, resembling the demons described in human scriptures.  

 

A demon who leads humans to ruin.  

 

To the humans of this era, he might as well be that very demon.  

 

‘Since when has he been here?’  

 

Mirania’s face hardened.  

 

‘I had no idea.’

 

And still, no one else seemed to notice his presence. Except for her.  

 

The moment she realized this, a chill ran down her spine.  

 

Creak—

 

As she stood up, Horus and Wigenia turned their attention to her.  

 

Mirania muttered expressionlessly, “I’ll step outside for a moment.”  

 

“Alright. Take your time.   

 

Only after Horus and Wigenia dismissed her casually did she make her way to the mansion’s entrance.  

 

Without so much as a glance toward the dining room window, where Grecan was.  

 

Clunk!

 

Creak—  

 

When she opened the door and stepped outside, the garden was thick with shadows.  

 

Mirania walked along the fence as if to admire the flowers.  

 

“You knew it was me, so why didn’t you say anything and just leave?”  

 

A low voice came from behind her.  

 

Mirania slowly turned her head. Grecan was leaning against the mansion’s wall.  

 

When she simply stared at him in silence, Grecan strode over and abruptly slipped his hand into her pocket.  

 

When he pulled it back out, a red bead was in his palm. Clenching the bead, he muttered,  

 

“Done. Now, no matter what we say, the humans inside won’t hear us.”  

 

Mirania remained silent. Her dry, expressionless face seemed almost cold.  

 

Grecan’s jaw tightened.  

 

“…What are you thinking?”  

 

The longer the silence stretched, the more restless his gaze became.  

 

“Are you angry because I broke our promise?”

 

“…”

 

“So, are you planning to abandon me?”  

 

Mirania’s eyebrows shot up. Under her cold gaze, Grecan’s voice dropped dangerously low.  

 

“Are you afraid I’ll kill them all again?”  

 

“…”  

 

“You’ve grown attached, haven’t you? That’s why you’re here. You’re scared those precious lives will be lost to my monstrous hands, aren’t you?”  

 

Grecan’s tone was unusually sarcastic, his eyes twisted in pain.  

 

“Mirania, are you afraid of me?”  

 

“…”  

 

“Do you hate me?”  

 

His voice trembled faintly, giving it a cautious edge.  

 

Mirania looked at him. She saw a man filled with hatred for the world, even for himself.  

 

Eyes brimming with loathing and resentment, yet within them was a wolf that desperately didn’t want to be hated by her.  

 

How could she possibly scorn him?  

 

‘I didn’t know Grecan would be hurt this much. If I had, I wouldn’t have done what I did 100 years ago.’

 

She found herself regretting it again, pointlessly. She knew well that she couldn’t turn away from him. Her heart wouldn’t allow her to pretend not to care.

  

Grecan was a problem, a thorn in her side, or perhaps a splinter stuck in the tip of her finger.  

 

How did it come to this? Did you not listen to a word I said?  

 

Mirania’s resolve to lash out crumbled when she saw the vulnerability in Grecan’s wavering eyes.  

 

In a subdued voice, she whispered,  

 

“…If you hate the idea of me saying I’ll sever our ties, then I won’t say it again. The bond between us isn’t the kind that can be broken just because I say so.”  

 

She pressed a hand to her forehead, furrowing her brows. Even with him right in front of her, her heart remained unsettled, unsure of what to do.  

 

Grecan cautiously took a step closer.  

 

Mirania didn’t retreat or avoid him as he closed the distance.  

 

Carefully, Grecan pulled her into his embrace. He rested his forehead against hers, his arms tightly wrapping around her soft form. His strong arms enveloped her slender back.  

 

His trembling breath was warm against her skin.  

 

Mirania awkwardly placed her hands on his shoulders.  

 

“…I’m sorry.”  

 

She raised an eyebrow as he murmured softly, holding her even tighter.  

 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know you’d hate it so much.”

 

“…”

 

“You didn’t know… so just give me one chance. I won’t kill people so easily from now on.”  

 

“…”  

 

“No matter how insignificant their lives seem compared to flies, if you hate it, I won’t do it.”  

 

Mirania, who had been maintaining her composure in the face of his childlike remorse, finally let her expression soften slightly. She sighed.  

 

“I don’t know what to do with you.”  

 

Grecan’s hair swayed as his exposed eyes gleamed coldly. Staring at the flowers in the garden, he muttered,  

 

“If you’re going to ignore me like this, just kill me instead.”  

 

“…”   

 

“You could do it, Mirania.”  

 

Mirania stared past Grecan at the old bricks of the mansion, tightening her grip.  

 

His black shirt wrinkled under her hands. His shoulders were like boulders, and her hands just slid off. Her frustration reached him, and his shoulders hunched.  

 

He was sure she would hate him. His heels lifted awkwardly. He wanted to run away.  

 

He had said that just seeing her was enough, but the truth was, he didn’t want to be hated.  

 

It felt like standing in front of arrows without a shield. He braced himself, waiting for the arrows that would come from Mirania.  

 

Suddenly, she opened her hands and embraced him. His tightly shut eyes flew open in surprise.  

 

“While staying here, I kept thinking of you,” she whispered softly. 

 

Grecan’s ears twitched at her voice.  

 

“Did I say something too harsh? Could I have done better? Your tearful expression wouldn’t leave my mind, and it tormented me.”  

 

“…”  

 

“I kept wondering if I had explained things to you as kindly as I did to the children here, maybe none of this would have happened.”  

 

Grecan bit his tongue. It was painfully sweet.  

 

“I’m sorry for leaving you alone for a hundred years.”  

 

Grecan buried his face deeper into her shoulder. The fabric of her shoulder grew damp.  

 

As Mirania stroked his back, the frustration in her heart melted away like ice. Her resentment toward the changed Grecan vanished the moment she saw his tear-filled eyes.

  

‘Yes. This should have happened sooner.’  

 

“This place is a school, isn’t it? A place where children are taught. The children here are passionate about learning what they don’t know. They understand that learning brings a better tomorrow. Grecan.”  

 

“Yeah.”  

 

“Starting tomorrow, join those kids.”  

 

“Huh?”  

 

A flustered Grecan lifted his head.

 

Mirania reached out as she looked down at him, and Grecan lowered his head to make it easier for her to touch him.  

 

She ran her fingers through his black hair and spoke.  

 

“Those children are learning academics, but you need to learn emotions. Emotions other than anger, hatred, and resentment. Ah, and you should also learn how to control your anger.”  

 

Grecan’s expression turned strange. His voice grew quieter.  

 

“Do you think I don’t know emotions?”  

 

Mirania, unaware of his odd reaction, nodded.  

 

“Even if you knew them before, you must have forgotten a lot by now. Compassion, empathy, guilt, forgiveness, love. Even if you are a being detached from the world’s cause and effect, as a sentient being, you shouldn’t forget the virtues you should possess.”  

 

Her words were more old-fashioned than a schoolteacher’s, but Grecan listened seriously.  

 

After a long moment of thought, he carefully chose his words.  

 

“If you say so, then it must be true. Still, I think I know one thing.”  

 

Mirania frowned.  

 

“What is it?”  

 

Grecan hesitated, seeming embarrassed.  

 

When Mirania tilted her head, he averted his gaze and blurted out,  

 

“Love.”  

 

‘What?’ Mirania blinked.  

 

Grecan cautiously met her eyes. He smiled faintly.  

 

“You said it yourself, Mirania. Wanting to always be together is love. I’ve felt that way for a long time. I wanted to protect you, feed you only the best, and wish that you’d never be hurt.”  

 

At that moment, a sense of déjà vu struck her. An old memory came rushing back.  

 

[It’s the desire to protect. The desire to feed you only the most delicious things, and… even if I’m hurt, I wish for the one I love to never suffer.]  

 

“No, that’s not—”  

 

Mirania was about to explain that the love she meant was love for all things, not just this kind, but she felt deflated.  

 

‘I can’t even explain the difference between the two kinds of love myself.’  

 

Grecan tightly held her hand, his face glowing as he confessed.