Capítulo 26: excitement had faded
"That's enough," I muttered, my voice low and unsteady as I watched her with a mixture of admiration and concern. Her body trembled with exhaustion, each labored breath causing her chest to rise and fall in a steady, almost hypnotic rhythm. The day had been grueling, especially for her. She had pushed herself relentlessly, her every movement a testament to her determination, while I stood back, silently observing, testing her endurance.
I handed her my wand. She managed some of the basic spells with ease, but most required more refinement. It was clear she needed practice—intense, consistent practice—to perfect them. A wand would enhance her accuracy and control, but I wasn't about to halt her efforts in mastering wandless magic.
"Let's take a bath," I suggested, my voice betraying more than I intended. My gaze lingered on her, tracing the curve of her figure. Her robe clung to her damp skin, revealing the faint outline of her body beneath. The fabric, now soaked with sweat, barely concealed the contours I had been trying so hard to ignore. She nodded without a word, seemingly unaware or indifferent to the weight of my gaze.
She had accepted her role as my servant, her submission quiet and unwavering. Yet, moments like these only deepened the complexity of our relationship. Her obedience did nothing to ease the tension between us. If anything, it made resisting temptation harder. She must have sensed the weight of my stare, but she said nothing, as if acknowledging the unspoken tension hanging between us. And that was the real issue: controlling my thoughts was becoming more difficult by the day, though I hadn't let them get the better of me—at least not since yesterday.
I hadn't indulged in these kinds of thoughts for years. Lust, desire—those were luxuries I had locked away. My past had left no room for them. As an orphan, I had barely scraped by on scholarships through school. College had been different—loans, part-time jobs, survival. Relationships, love, intimacy—they were distractions I couldn't afford. And now, here I was, with someone so close, so painfully beautiful, and I found it nearly impossible to suppress those urges. That's why I couldn't resist her yesterday.It was getting harder to keep my mind focused on anything else.
I sighed, breaking the heavy silence, and began walking toward the door. She followed without question, her quiet footsteps echoing behind mine as we made our way up the stairs. As we passed by my mother's room, a familiar pang struck me. Her memory lingered, even though I had never seen her. It was strange to inhabit Aslan's body, to inherit his legacy, his history, and with it, the burdens of his relationships. I had accepted everything about him—or at least I was trying to. That was the least I could do after taking his place. And yet, sometimes, it all felt foreign, as if I didn't truly belong in this life.
I hadn't ventured into this room since arriving, but now it felt like the right time. I opened the door and approached the closet, the faint scent of memory still lingering in the air. The closet door creaked open, revealing rows of clothes neatly hanging as they had been left. There were no personal items—just garments, many of them elegant, others intimate. In the back hung delicate lingerie, lace and silk that seemed out of place amidst the more formal clothes. My eyes caught on a black thong, sheer and provocatively simple.
Should I feel strange, looking at this? Should I ask her to wear it? I hesitated, the thought lingering only for a moment before I dismissed it.
"Here are my mother's clothes," I said, my voice distant, a defense against the thoughts crowding my mind. "You can wear them for now. We'll buy new ones later."
I turned away, giving her the space to explore. She stepped forward, her movements slow and deliberate, as if she too felt the weight of the moment. I retreated toward the door, needing distance, needing time to gather my thoughts.
"Also," I added, pausing at the threshold, "from now on, use this room. It's yours." It seemed only fair—after all, I hadn't yet given her a space of her own.
She glanced at me, her expression unreadable, but she nodded, accepting the gesture.
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That night, after dinner, we returned to the bedroom. I lay down on the bed, one hand resting on my forehead, covering my eyes. As I did every night, I found myself lost in thought, contemplating the uncertain future ahead of me. In the beginning, this world had felt like a gift—a second chance, full of possibilities, these thoughts filled me with excitement—who wouldn't be thrilled at the idea of traveling to another world with newfound power? For an orphan like me, it was a dream come true.
But over time, that initial joy had faded, replaced by a quiet sense of responsibility and acceptance. Every night, I thought about unknown future that loomed before me, full of potential, full of danger.
As I sighed deeply, a voice interrupted my thoughts.
I instinctively reached for my wand with my right hand and grabbed a kunai with my left—a reflex I couldn't shake. There was a knock at the door.
"Master, are you awake?" came Nagini's soft voice.
Of course, it was her. Who else would come to me other than her or Riki in house? I shook off my tension , my heart thudding in my chest as I opened the door.
There she stood, her form outlined in the dim light, wearing a black night robe that barely clung to her body, the loose fabric hinting at the soft curves beneath. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. The realization sent a bolt of heat through me
"What is it?" I asked, though I already knew.
Her lips parted slightly, her voice soft, tentative. "Shouldn't I fulfill my duties as your servant?"
Her words sent my mind spinning. It took a second to catch the meaning.
"No need," I said, my voice firm but strained. "You need rest after your training." The truth was, I wasn't in the mood for anything more.
She hesitated, then, in a voice even softer, she added, "I can't sleep alone. May I stay with you?"
What are you, a child?
I sighed, knowing full well where this was heading. "Didn't you sleep just fine last night?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Last night, I was too exhausted to feel anything," she replied quickly, her lips curving in a faint smile.
Well, she was, and I felt a swell of pride hearing it.
"Fine," I muttered, stepping aside. "Come in."
She followed him , closing the door.
As I lay on the bed from one side, she moved up from the opposite side, covering herself with the blanket as I did.
I could feel the heat radiating from her body, mere inches away, and I wondered just how much longer I could maintain my restraint. The tension was suffocating, thick in the air between us, and finally, I made my move. Turning toward her, I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close. If anyone saw me now, they'd think I looked absurd—like a koala clinging to her, especially in this childlike form. But in that moment, I didn't care.
"Did I make you uncomfortable?" I whispered, unsure of her reaction .
"No, not at all," she responded immediately, her voice soft but steady.
The warmth of her skin against mine was more than just physical—it was something deeper, something that reached into the parts of me I had long buried. Throughout my life, I had never had anyone truly special, no one to hold on to, no one to share these moments with. But now... now I had her. Her situation mirrored mine, even worse given her experiences, and that made our bond all the more intense.
I know what I want , I don't want to be lonely anymore.
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