His Breeding Obsession Chapter 186 - Selfish, Selfless

A month had passed.

 

Malandor, who had promised not to interfere and entered the crystal room, fell silent upon seeing Grecan, now free of the pus and blood that had once covered him.

 

He approached the bed and leaned in close to Grecan’s face.

 

Slowly moving from his head to his chest, Malandor sniffed, then straightened up, his gaze meeting Mirania’s.

 

“…Amazing. The critical situation has passed.”

 

Mirania let out a long sigh. Malandor glanced at her and frowned. Her arms were tightly wrapped in bandages, making her look no different from a patient herself.

 

He wanted to lay her down on the bed immediately, but he suppressed his frustration, having promised not to interfere.

 

“However, we can’t let our guard down yet.”

 

At his stern tone, Mirania raised her head.

 

“My poison infiltrates every bone, every blood vessel. Just touching it has knocked out several servants.”

 

“…”

 

“It’s not completely detoxified.”

 

He shifted his gaze to Grecan.

 

“Foolish man.”

 

As he had felt before, Grecan was beyond imagination.

 

Malandor sighed, a mix of bitterness and resignation.

 

“This guy is obsessed with you, Mirania.”

 

Mirania remained silent at his blunt muttering.

 

After a moment of observing her, Malandor changed the subject.

 

“Don’t worry. If he survives, Grecan will recover quickly. Providing nutrients is crucial. His organs are in a fragile state, so easily digestible food would be best.”

 

“Understood.”

 

“His body is rebuilding itself, so his vitality may surge to the extreme. Be careful. If he falls into madness, it could be disastrous.”

 

At Malandor’s warning, Mirania closed her mouth and nodded.

 

“For now, it would be best to stay with the other warriors.”

 

“No need.”

 

“You shouldn’t dismiss it so easily!”

 

Mirania calmly met his gaze.

 

“Even if there are others, do you think they can handle Grecan?”

 

Malandor couldn’t answer. When Mirania gave him a knowing look, he tightened his lips.

 

“Then I’ll stay.”

 

“No need. If the situation becomes uncontrollable, I’ll step back.”

 

Malandor’s eyes narrowed with suspicion.

 

“Really?”

 

“Yes.”

 

Mirania nodded. However—

 

‘I have no intention of leaving him alone.’

 

She wouldn’t abandon Grecan, even if he lost his mind.

 

💫

 

Hakan’s Official Collection Room

 

Knock, knock—

 

“Come in.”

 

The aide entered and quickly stood by his side.

 

“As you ordered, the rebels have been imprisoned.”

 

“But…”

 

At Hakan’s questioning tone, the aide gulped and spoke more cautiously.

 

“Last night, there was an attempt to escape.”

 

“What? Escape?”

 

Hakan turned his head sharply, startling the aide.

 

The aide, unable to meet Hakan’s bloodshot eyes and sunken cheeks, averted his gaze.

 

“There was external assistance, so our response was delayed.”

 

“Was it their leader?”

 

“There was one who used magic, but he didn’t seem like the leader. Most were swordsmen, and three rebels in the farthest cell managed to escape during the chaos.”

 

“Damn it!”

 

Hakan stomped his foot, sending a cloud of dust into the air.

 

The aide swallowed nervously at his boss’s irritable anger.

 

Hakan had always been difficult and quick to anger, but since the tragedy in the crystal room, he had become as sharp as a blade, making the aide’s job even more challenging.

 

“They won’t abandon their comrades.”

 

Hakan gnawed on his nails.

 

“By the way, does anyone still know the High Lord’s condition?”

 

“No one has access.”

 

“Still?”

 

“Only the guest from the Dark Realm and Lady Mirania in the crystal room can enter, but Lady Mirania hasn’t come out, and the Dark Realm guest hasn’t spoken…”

 

“We need to know. Whether the High Lord can recover, or…”

 

Hakan trailed off. The aide’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he guessed what Hakan was about to say.

 

Hakan, unusually restless, finally made up his mind and rolled his eyes.

 

“First, we need to crush the rebels’ petty, stubborn will. The High Lord’s issue comes after. You.”

 

“Yes!”

 

“Draft a proclamation and spread it everywhere. In one week, at noon, there will be an execution of the rebels in the palace square.”

 

The aide’s eyes widened as Hakan’s glistening gaze bore into him.

 

“If the rebel leader shows up, cut his head off without hesitation.”

 

“But now isn’t the time…”

 

“When is it ever the right time? The use of prisoners is as bait. We need to deal with this now, now.”

 

The aide shuddered at Hakan’s obsessive muttering.

 

💫

 

Mirania set down an empty bowl on the wide table.

 

With no space left, she stacked it on top of other bowls. The pile of dishes had grown quite high.

 

All the food that had filled them had disappeared into Grecan’s stomach.

 

Malandor’s advice about the need for nutrients had been spot on.

 

Grecan, weakened, craved energy like a bloodthirsty bat. Mirania’s feet ached from moving so quickly to satisfy his hunger.

 

Since the chocolate incident, food and drink had been handled by others, but now she had to manage everything herself.

 

She had always been lazy, but lately, she hadn’t rested for a moment.

 

‘True to his carnivorous tastes, he eats well when there’s plenty of meat.’

 

She was about to head to the kitchen to refill the empty bowls when—

 

“Ugh…”

 

She immediately turned and approached Grecan. He was clutching his chest, curled up, letting out dry groans.

 

Except for the brief moments of clarity, Grecan had been teetering on the edge of death.

 

Though each day was demanding, Mirania felt no annoyance.

 

The more his appetite grew, the more he was pulling away from death, so instead of annoyance, her joy increased. She sat on the bed and placed her hand over his. 

 

Grecan’s fingers entwined with hers like ivy. His grip had grown stronger. Grecan burrowed into Mirania’s embrace, his face slightly contorted.

 

“…Grecan.”

 

She ran her fingers through his sweat-drenched hair.

 

Grecan responded to her touch by burrowing deeper. Knowing he was trying to forget his pain, she didn’t stop him.

 

With strong arms, he held her waist and raised his head. His slightly open eyes were clouded. 

 

A sign he wasn’t in his right mind.

 

‘Perhaps.’

 

She placed her hand on his forehead. It was hot. She met his gaze again. His blurred pupils were feverish.

 

Grecan, as if entranced, raised his head. Their lips met. His dry, hot lips brushed against her parched ones.

 

Mirania didn’t turn away but pulled him closer.

 

The more Grecan’s body recovered, the more he craved her touch, even in his delirious state.

 

Mirania held him like a mother bird, feeding him and responding to his needy gestures.

 

Suddenly, Mirania’s eyes widened. His hand had slipped through the gap between their bodies.

 

As she flinched, Grecan pressed his lips harder against hers.

 

Mirania’s eyes slowly closed. Her clothes slipped off, and the damp air settled on her skin.

 

Abruptly, Grecan gripped her shoulders and pulled his head back.

 

Mirania opened her eyes. Grecan’s pupils were shaking in confusion.

 

“Grecan?”

 

“…”

 

“Are you back to your senses?”

 

Grecan alternated between looking at her exposed body and his own hands. His face twisted.

 

“What… are you doing, Mirania? I’m not… no, get away from me.”

 

Grecan’s voice was anxious. He was horrified when he saw his own hand gripping her chest.

 

Mirania caught his falling hand and spoke calmly.

 

“Come here.”

 

“What?”

 

“You need to release the surging vitality and energy.”

 

“…”

 

“Let me help you.”

 

Grecan’s pupils dilated, and then he suddenly furrowed his brow.

 

“This isn’t necessary. I don’t want this. Never like this.”

 

Sweat beaded on Grecan’s forehead as he gritted his teeth. Mirania gently smoothed the wrinkles on his brow with her thumb.

 

Under her tender touch, his forehead relaxed.

 

“Didn’t you say you understood my heart better than I do?”

 

Mirania brushed his blinking eyes and whispered.

 

“Look at me, Grecan. Do you think I’d open myself to you if I didn’t want to?”

 

“…”

 

Grecan growled softly, a sound of frustration and anxiety. He stared into her golden eyes as if trying to unravel her.

 

Eventually, his gaze wavered slightly.

 

When Mirania chuckled, ripples formed in Grecan’s eyes.

 

Though he was impatient by nature, he always exercised the utmost patience with Mirania.

 

This moment required scraping together every last bit of that patience. Otherwise, he would go mad and devour her.

 

“I’m scared. Scared I might hurt you.”

 

Grecan pressed his cheek against her smooth one and sobbed.

 

Mirania half-opened her eyes and stroked his hair.

 

“You won’t.”

 

“How do you know? I don’t even trust myself. There’s a monster inside me.”

 

Mirania narrowed her eyes. She stared at the ceiling, stroking Grecan’s head and gently embracing his neck.

 

Then, patting him softly.

 

“Since when have you ever hurt me?”

 

“…”

 

“Honestly, I never thought I’d say this. I used to be the one who trusted you the least in this world.”

 

Grecan’s shoulders stiffened. Her voice carried a hint of laughter.

 

“But now I trust you.”

 

“…”

 

“So don’t worry, Grecan. You won’t hurt me. If you can’t trust yourself, trust me.”

 

Her oddly confident tone slowly relaxed Grecan’s body. He kissed her neck with reverence.

 

“You are my center.”

 

“…”

 

“If I seem like I’m losing control, you can hit me.”

 

Though he said it jokingly, Grecan’s cheeks were flushed with excitement. His half-lidded eyes and darkened pupils fixed on her.

 

As Mirania slowly nodded, Grecan entered her.

 

The sturdy man, who had never allowed external intrusion, filled the secretive woman tightly.

 

“Hah.”

 

Mirania exhaled deeply as Grecan held her tightly. Their bare bodies pressed close.

 

The veins in Grecan’s arms bulged. The shock of penetration subsided, and Mirania, noticing Grecan’s stillness, tapped his twitching shoulder.

 

“Grecan?”

 

“Ah, I…”

 

Grecan let out a soft moan.

 

When Mirania moved to look at him, he flinched and pulled her close with force.

 

“If you move, I won’t last. 

 

His ragged breathing was filled with excitement.

 

Grecan’s arms trembled. He was desperately suppressing unbearable arousal and sexual impulses.

 

“If I move, you can really hit me.”

 

“Okay.”

 

“I might not be able to hold back. Hah.”

 

Mirania’s eyelashes fluttered like wings.