His Breeding Obsession Chapter 194 - Healing Journey

 

As the hands gripping her waist tightened, her hips moved vigorously.

 

A loud thud! echoed, the sound of the head fiercely pounding inside.

 

“Hmm!”

 

Mirania’s face flushed crimson as she let out a hot sigh, and Grecan immediately lowered his head, plunging his tongue into her parted lips.

 

Mirania closed her eyes and tightly wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close. With no space between them, Grecan swiftly moved his hips.

 

Mirania’s heightened moans were swallowed entirely by Grecan’s mouth. Soon, both of them reached their climax simultaneously, their legs trembling finely.

 

That night, Grecan relentlessly opened the gates of sensation, and the night burned hotter than ever before.

 

As they shared each other’s pleasure, their sensations amplified to an almost terrifying degree.

 

Writhing in ecstasy, Mirania came undone several times.

 

Grecan’s face turned red with delight.

 

The night didn’t end until Grecan, having been struck by her, finally subsided.

 

💫

 

The next day.

 

Cough, cough! 

 

The sound of coughing echoed through the cave.

 

At dawn, Grecan, who had discarded the damp, unusable leaves and spread new ones, placed the back of his hand on Mirania’s forehead.

 

“You have a fever.”

 

Mirania frowned, covering her mouth with her fist.

 

The tickling cough that kept trying to escape was unfamiliar to her.

 

‘Ahem.’ 

 

Grecan’s eyes cooled as he watched Mirania clear her throat.

 

“That old tiger lied.”

 

Mirania’s cough was undoubtedly caught by the tiger they met yesterday.

 

Cough!

 

Mirania coughed lightly and shook her head.

 

“Hmm. Seems so.”

 

Grecan’s arms and shoulders swelled ominously.

 

“Would tiger meat be good for a cough?”

 

Mirania held his hand. In the wild, wolves were no match for tigers. To hunt one tiger, at least five to ten wolves were needed.

 

But the current Grecan could easily handle an old tiger-like being with just a flick of his finger.

 

“Enough. He’s an old soul with not many days left. No use blaming him.”

 

It was plausible for an old tiger, wandering alone after being cast out from its group, to be that cunning.

 

Seeing Mirania shake her head, telling him not to exert himself, the sharpness in Grecan’s gaze softened.

 

“I’ll make some hot soup. Rest.”

 

After eating the soup Grecan prepared, Mirania leaned against the cave wall and kept her eyes closed all day.

 

Grecan grew restless, thinking her condition was worse than it seemed.

 

When Mirania opened her eyes after internal contemplation, Grecan was sitting right in front of her.

 

“Don’t do it.”

 

“…Do what?”

 

Grecan flinched, pretending to be innocent as he blinked.

 

Mirania wiped her flushed face with her hand.

 

“Sharing sensations. Like when you absorbed Malandor’s core for me.”

 

“I’ll get better if I’m sick.”

 

“I told you not to.”

 

“Mirania.”

 

Grecan’s eyes turned fierce as he growled in a low voice. Mirania calmly met his sharp gaze.

 

Like flames meeting frost, Grecan’s eyebrows twitched as their eyes locked.

 

“Do you hate me being sick?”

 

“Is that even a question?”

 

“I feel the same.”

 

Grecan tilted his head slightly, not understanding.

 

“Just as you hate seeing me in pain, I don’t want to see you in pain either.”

 

Grecan’s face turned red as he pouted.

 

“But you’re weak. It’s faster and shorter if I endure it.”

 

Mirania shook her head and then spread her arms.

 

“Just hug me instead. That would be better.”

 

Hesitating, Grecan carefully embraced her.

 

As they shifted positions, Grecan leaned against the cold cave wall, and Mirania ended up on his lap.

 

Wrapping his strong, warm arms tightly around her upper body, he buried his face in her smooth shoulder. A moist voice escaped him.

 

“I really hate seeing you in pain. I’d rather lose a limb.”

 

She gently patted his broad shoulders and back, which seemed emotionally unstable.

 

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Last night, as she groaned in discomfort, Grecan scoured the entire area to gather every medicinal herb known to be good for coughs and colds.  

 

Though some weeds were mixed in, they were all herbs Mirania recognized. The problem was that they were quite bitter.  

 

Grecan plucked a long, potent herb, wrapped it tightly in meat, and handed it to Mirania.  

 

Mirania held up the skewer and protested.  

 

“You want me to eat this *and* that?”  

 

Grecan acted like a strict negotiator, unwilling to compromise even an inch.  

 

Since she had forcefully rejected his attempt to share sensations the night before, he seemed determined not to back down this time, his attitude unyielding.  

 

Eventually, Mirania grumbled and accepted the meat wrapped in bitter herbs from Grecan.  

 

The herb was so bitter that it even overpowered the salted meat. She chewed the meat with a sour expression.  

 

“You’re like a nagging butler.”  

 

Grecan chuckled.  

 

As he flipped the skewers over the campfire, snickering, Mirania let out a small laugh too.  

 

But when Grecan, still smiling, handed her another piece of herb-wrapped meat, her laughter vanished.  

 

“Eat.”  

 

“I already did.”  

 

“You need to eat more.”  

 

“Ugh…”  

 

After some back-and-forth, her face darkened as she reluctantly chewed the bitter herb again.  

 

Grecan’s butler-like nagging and meddling weren’t limited to mealtime.  

 

“Warm water.”  

 

Just as Mirania was about to dip her hands into the spring to wash her face, a hollowed-out rock appeared in front of her, filled with water. Steam rose gently from it.  

 

“Spring water is fine.”  

 

“You’ll catch a cold.”  

 

“…”  

 

“Should I wash it for you?”  

 

In the end, Mirania washed her face with the water Grecan had brought.  

 

Grecan was meticulous in taking care of her, and as expected, there was no room for compromise.  

 

If something seemed bad for her health, he cut it off with surgical precision, his strictness almost cutting like a blade.  

 

Sitting on a rock, Grecan combed Mirania’s silver hair with a jeweled comb he had brought from the palace.  

 

Mirania, leaning back against his knees, felt drowsiness wash over her. She tilted her head back, resting the back of her head between his knee and thigh.  

 

“If you’re sleepy, sleep.”  

 

Grecan pressed firmly on her scalp with his large, warm hands. It felt refreshing and pleasant.  

 

For Mirania, who remembered Grecan trembling in her arms just yesterday, being taken care of like this felt awkward and embarrassing.  

 

“Things have changed since yesterday.”  

As she muttered without thinking, Grecan chuckled, as if he’d been thinking the same thing.  

 

“We’re a match made in heaven.”  

 

“What are you talking about all of a sudden?”  

 

“You’re a bit careless, so I need to look after you. And me? I’m satisfied just being held by you. Doesn’t that make us a perfect match?”  

 

“…Oh, please.”  

 

Mirania, at a loss for words, let out an awkward hum.  

 

Deep down, she found his reasoning somewhat convincing.

 

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By the time they arrived at the Bridge of Coexistence, they were four days later than expected due to some delays along the way.  

 

Since there was no fixed schedule, both Grecan and Mirania were in no hurry.  

 

“Look, I see people over there.”  

 

Grecan stopped on a thick tree branch high up on a mountainside, where the Bridge of Coexistence could be seen in the distance.  

 

The mountain was so high that the view below was clear—the beach, the construction site, and the bustling crowd of people who looked as small as ants from this height.  

 

“Grangel mentioned fifty people would gather, but it looks like there are at least two hundred now.”  

 

“Seems so.”  

 

“And those people lounging on the cliff over there…”  

 

A group of people had gathered on the cliff near the beach.  

 

Mirania narrowed her eyes, enhancing her vision, and let out a surprised gasp.  

 

“Isn’t that Leverianz and Chera? Natalia seems to be there too. But Grangel isn’t.”  

 

“…”  

 

Mirania tapped Grecan’s shoulder, signaling that they should head over. 

 

But he didn’t budge. She stared at him curiously. When he noticed her gaze, his initially displeased expression quickly turned neutral.  

 

“You want to go?”  

 

Mirania nodded.  

 

“It’s been a while since we’ve seen them.”  

 

“If we go now, it’ll cause a commotion. Even though we’ve made peace and relations have improved, my presence won’t be welcomed.”  

 

Mirania’s expression turned blank.  

 

“What do you mean?”  

 

“Think about it. Leverianz still trembles at the sight of me. If I show up now, it won’t end well. And I can’t let you go alone.”  

 

For a moment, a look of ‘Well, that might work’ flashed across Mirania’s face. Grecan’s eyes immediately turned sharp.  

 

‘Ahem.’

 

Mirania cleared her throat and nodded, acknowledging that he had a point.  

 

“Then what should we do? It’s rare for people from both continents to gather like this. Are you saying we should just pass by like strangers?”  

 

“The palace is already supporting the construction of the Bridge of Coexistence. I can just order a banquet to be held soon. It’s better to reconnect at the palace than to cause a scene here.”  

 

After Hakan was publicly executed by Grecan, the palace split into two factions.  

 

One was the human faction, led by Grangel, and the other was the beast-kin faction, led by High Lord Grecan.  

 

For now, Grecan’s influence in the palace was still greater than Grangel’s.  

 

“That doesn’t sound too bad. Still, I wanted to hear more about the Bridge of Coexistence.”  

 

“It doesn’t even look a tenth complete.”  

 

Grecan turned his gaze toward the sea. About ten foundation pillars for the bridge have been constructed so far.  

 

“It’s a shame to come all this way and just leave.”  

 

Grecan, holding Mirania securely, swiftly descended toward the sea.  

 

Then, as if walking on flat ground, he stepped through the air and landed on the farthest foundation pillar from the shore.