Bab 29: Are You Crying?
"With this, I am now fully committed to you, body and mind. Should I undress and proceed to the next step, young master?" Maya asked, playfully rolling up her skirt and reaching for her panties.
"No, we can't. It's physically impossible for us to do that right now. We haven't reached a stage of development where penetration is possible."
Maya looked puzzled. "Penetration? What do you mean?"
"Don't tell me you don't understand what you're suggesting?"
"I thought we were going to have sex. I was going to undress, we would get into bed, and then we would sleep together. And after that, I would have a baby in my stomach, right?"
Cian sighed, realizing the misunderstanding. "No, babies aren't made simply by sleeping together. Well, sleeping together can be a euphemism for sex, but what you're implying is simply sharing a bed and sleeping, not engaging in sexual intercourse."
Maya's curiosity got the best of her, and she couldn't help but inquire further. "So, when do you suggest we engage in such activities?"
He pondered for a moment, his gaze fixed in the distance. "I believe it would be best to wait until we reach an age where our bodies are slowly transforming during adolescence."
Curiosity piqued, Maya pressed for more specifics. "And when exactly would that be?"
He paused, considering his response. "Perhaps around the age of twelve or thirteen, or even later. We should wait until our bodies have matured enough for such intimate experiences."
Maya's face contorted with disappointment. "Wait, so you're saying we can't engage in sexual activities right now? But I want to know what it feels like! I've overheard my parents in their room, and I could hear my mother's pleasure-filled voice even from my own room. It has piqued my curiosity, and I long to understand if this thing called sex is truly as incredible as she made it sound."
Cian was on the verge of retaliating, but a sudden recollection halted his words.
"Speaking of parents, Maya... there's something important I need to share with you."
Maya, taken aback by the sudden change in topic, furrowed her brows. "What is it?" she inquired, her curiosity piqued.
Cian took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before continuing. "My father is the one responsible for my deepest desire, my ultimate goal—his downfall. However, your parents, being loyal to him, may very well become our adversaries too. I need to know, Maya, are you prepared to face the consequences that may come from standing against them?"
Maya's parents served under Cian's father, adding another layer of complexity to the situation.
Cian knew that his own father, Ciel, was the one who had ordered the death of his mother. The death of his mother, orchestrated by his father, Ciel, haunted Cian's memories. The memories of his mother's murder were forever etched in his mind—her lifeless body on the cold floor, the pool of blood surrounding her, and the chilling touch of the blade that had pierced her heart. The pain she must have endured was unimaginable, and Cian felt it as if it were his own.
In a twisted sense, Cian acknowledged that his mother had been somewhat fortunate. At least she hadn't endured the additional horrors of being gang raped by the bandits who took her life. The mere thought of witnessing his mother being subjected to such a heinous act filled Cian with a rage so potent that it could drive him to take his own life. In a way, that would have been a powerful revenge, for it would have meant the destruction of Ciel's prized creation—the magnum opus he had worked so tirelessly to protect.
Yet, he resisted the pull of death, knowing that there was a greater purpose driving him. He longed to witness his father's suffering, to see him brought to his knees, and to free not only himself but also the women whom his father had experimented on and his other siblings from the clutches of that malevolent devil.
Cian's determination to destroy his father went beyond mere revenge; it aimed to utterly dismantle him, ending his life in the most excruciating manner conceivable. To achieve this, Cian meticulously crafted a series of plans, ensuring a foolproof path to success. And in this elaborate scheme, Maya became an integral piece of the puzzle—a key component to secure his victory.
But would Maya still assist him knowing that his parents could also become targets of this revenge?
Maya, sensing Cian's turmoil and understanding the depths of his revenge, moved closer to him and enveloped his head in a comforting embrace.
"Maya?"
"It's alright, young master," Maya whispered, her voice filled with unwavering loyalty. "Even if I were their child, I am my own person. Loyalty is a choice, and I choose to place my loyalty in you. If the time comes when we confront them, I won't hesitate to stand by your side. Besides, I hold no affection for my own parents. They created me as a mere pawn, just as your father did with you."
Maya revealed that her existence had been born out of responsibility and not love. Her parents had entered into a marriage of convenience, driven solely by their shared ambitions. She had also come to understand that her parents had multiple lovers, their moans and panting sounds she overheard were not of their own passion, but of their illicit affairs.
"Don't worry, young master," Maya whispered, her lips brushing against his ear. "I am here for you, as your loyal pawn, your devoted belonging. You can use me as you see fit."
Maya gently released her embrace, their eyes locked in an intense gaze. In that moment, their unspoken understanding and shared determination converged, igniting a newfound closeness between them. Without a word, they leaned in and their lips met in a passionate kiss.
•••••
"So, you're here, Vera?" Cian's voice broke the silence, reaching Vera as she stood on the veranda, gazing out at the expansive Lambhart region. Startled, she briefly glanced over her shoulder before returning her gaze to the horizon.
As Cian observed her, he noticed the glistening trails of tears on Vera's cheeks. "...Are you crying?"
Vera remained silent, her eyes fixed on the distant landscape. She couldn't find the words to express the storm of emotions raging within her. It was as if her heart was being torn apart, and a heavy lump lodged itself in her throat, making it difficult to swallow.
"...Why? Was it because I kissed Maya?"
Once again, Vera offered no response. The image of Cian's lips pressed against Maya's was seared into her mind, an indelible mark that she couldn't erase. Confusion and pain intertwined within her, leaving her grappling with an unfamiliar ache in her chest. She had convinced herself that Maya was an essential piece in Cian's pursuit of his goal, but witnessing that kiss stirred a profound unease within her.
A surge of conflicting emotions surged through Vera. Her heart longed to remove Maya from the equation, to eliminate the source of her anguish. However, she knew that killing Maya was a simple solution, one she couldn't embrace. Cian needed her for his plans, and to disrupt those plans would be to betray the very purpose that drove her actions.
"I'm sorry, Vera, but this is the only way for me to corrupt myself," Cian confessed with a heavy sigh.
To corrupt himself meant that he intended to shatter the masterpiece his father had created through the power of sexual desire. Desire, he believed, was the greatest adversary of intelligence. While intelligence relied on logic and reason, desire had the power to override rationality, reducing even the most brilliant minds to mere beasts.
Humans were akin to beasts in their primal instincts. What separated them was the gift of intelligence—the ability to think, to ponder, and to reason. Cian, a pinnacle of intellectual prowess molded by his father, understood that in order to dismantle that intellect, he needed to descend into the depths of his own desires and embrace his inner beast.
"Am I not enough for you to achieve that? Is my body not enticing enough for you?" Vera asked.
Of course, her body was lewd. She was only twelve, yet she possessed a captivating allure that could make any man's pulse quicken. However, despite her seductive figure, Cian couldn't find arousal within himself. It wasn't because her body lacked appeal; it was something deeper.
"It's not that your body isn't alluring enough. It's just that..."
Cutting him off, his sister interjected with heartfelt words. "I love you, brother. I love you more than anything in this world. You saved me when our father was ready to cast me aside. You granted me a life that I will forever cherish. My body is yours, and I willingly offer myself to you. So why can't you love me as a woman, not just as a sister?"
"I do love you, but I can't bring myself to act upon it. It seems that my body refuses to respond to someone who shares the same blood as me, no matter how much I touch them. I even attempted intimacy with Claire, but the outcome remained the same. I cannot achieve arousal with my own sisters. But please, believe me," he whispered softly, stepping closer to her and standing on a chair to match her height, "I do love you."
Vera turned to face him, her eyes searching for sincerity in his gaze. As their eyes locked, he closed the distance between them and gently pressed his lips against hers. It was an innocent kiss, devoid of passion, yet filled with a depth of affection that words could not express.
After a lingering moment, they gently parted their lips and locked eyes, their gazes filled with a mix of anticipation and affection.
"I swear, Vera, that once I am able to experience arousal towards your body, I will ravish you with a passion like there's no tomorrow. Will you eagerly anticipate that moment?"
A flicker of excitement danced in Vera's eyes, breaking through her almost impassive facade. She smiled, a glimmer of anticipation gracing her lips. "Yes," she whispered, her voice filled with a newfound longing. "I will eagerly look forward to it."
With renewed fervor, Cian leaned in, his heart pounding with anticipation, and captured Vera's lips in a passionate kiss once more. As their mouths met, the world around them faded away, leaving only the intensity of their connection.
After a moment that felt both fleeting and eternal, Cian released her mouth, his gaze fixed on her eyes.
"...So, are you still mad about me kissing Maya?"
"N-no. This all has to do with your plans, and deep down, I know that you're driven by a purpose. I trust that you know what you're doing, so instead of being mad about it, I suppose I should try to understand and support you. That's how much I love you. Even though you hurt me by cheating on me with another girl, I'm willing to let it go."
"I know it may seem difficult to comprehend, but if you were my wife, I would be eternally grateful to have someone as understanding as you. Unfortunately, we are siblings, and as much as I hate to admit it, I'm willing to do whatever it takes, even if it means hurting your feelings, even if it means being with other girls, I'll do whatever it takes to win against him."
Vera's eyes glistened with unshed tears, but she managed a weak smile. "You truly have a blunt way of expressing yourself, brother. You could have spared me the unnecessary details to ease my worries."
"But I can't bear to deceive you with empty words. I owe you honesty, even if it means revealing uncomfortable truths. But please remember, even amidst the chaos, amidst all the other women, you are the first one I ever fell in love with."
At his words, Vera's cheeks flushed crimson, the warmth spreading to the tips of her ears.
"...Seriously," Cian chuckled softly, "even though you're older than me, you're just so adorable."
In that moment, they couldn't resist each other any longer. They embraced, their lips entwining once more. Their love, despite its complexities and imperfections, held a power that neither could deny.
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