Since when did Kane become such a hopeless person? He never knew he could like a person this much. So much, that he already dismissed the principles he decreed himself.
"Kane, I can't be with you, we can't be together." He was startled when she gently pushed him.
"Why? I thought you had no relationship with him? Don't tell me you already like him?" His voice deepened, irked with what she uttered solemnly.
"I don't like him," despite hearing what he wanted to hear, Kane kept his frown on his face, gaping at her with menace.
"Then tell me why."
"I don't like him but I have to pay him for something he has done for me. I'm paying him - with my body," she whispered and bowed, taking a deep breath as if he was having a hard time breathing the air.
The girl's shoulder began to tremble and her voice cracked. "Y-you're right ... your accusation against me, it's true. I'm his bed warmer, K-kane." She sobbed and covered her bowed face with both palms.
Kane's chest felt strange as if he were carrying something heavy. He was correct after all. When he first heard it from her, he anticipated despising her and chased her away, but when he saw her bawling, all he wished to do was soothe her and hold her.
She was the type of woman he detests the most. The one who climbs using only their womanhood, yet he doesn't seem to bother. He was oblivious to anything and everything as long as it's concerning her negatively. All he could see was her bright and good side.
"Shh, it's alright. I told you, as long as you don't like him, I'll accept you." He caressed both of her cheeks, removed her palm that was blocking her face. He stared into her teary red eyes with her reddish nose. He couldn't help but smile. He wiped her wet cheek as her tears kept on streaming. "Stop crying." He gently mumbled, which made her cry even more.
He saw her bite her lip and closed her eyes tightly to hold back her tears. He laughed at what she was doing and pressed their foreheads together. "Don't cry, you look ugly." He jokingly said to her, and she laughed but still weeps. Brushing her hair and tucking it on her ears, he was comfortable with her presence.
"I'm dirty," Yanarym muttered, she backed away and looked straight at him, he returned her gaze.
"You're not, you are not." He smiled at her and stroked her cheek. She peered at him innocently with her enticing eyes and alluring lips. Upon staring at her, Kane thought he was dreaming, as she became even more attractive than usual.
She might have had no idea of the bad idea enveloping his mind. He felt a searing sensation spreading throughout his body. He touched the soft, delicate skin with his fingertips, as he struck her inviting cherry lips, he caressed her weathered cheeks, he gulped... her whimpering stirred his desires.
He rose and shied away from her, shut his eyes firmly, and released her as if he had been burned by touching her. He couldn't be serious, why was he being engulfed by these filthy fantasies all of a sudden?
Now that he was thinking about it, he looked around the corner of the room. They were the only two people in this cloistered house. They are in a remote area of the island and are unlikely to be discovered. When he booked this space, he had no intention of exploiting her; he simply wanted to sit and talk to her without being hindered. Yet, his intentions seem to shift as seconds go by. All he sought to do the entire time they weren't seeing each other was to kiss her and never drive her away or turn his back on her again.
He is a doctor so it is inevitable to see naked bodies, whether it was a man or a woman, he won't feel anything. His interest in male-female copulation isn't particularly strong, and it doesn't bother him in the least. Even if he had a girlfriend at the time, nothing would have happened if his former hadn't approached him first.
In fact, the reason his former girlfriends always ended their relationships was that he wasn't interested in moving them in bed. He was busier in his field of profession and even though he has time, he prefers to take them only to orchestras or classical theaters. Even so, he didn't believe he was out of the ordinary. He considered it was more normal to be modest to your partner and not allow their carnal desires to oblige their relationship.
Not only he wasn't interested in sex, but he also hasn't imagined himself indulging in that kind of jollity. This only occurs whenever the instinct of a man is triggered if he has to reproduce and some were just lechery. However, as her fragrance lingers in his nostrils, and the way her skin flashes electricity over him, as well as the way she looks at him, provokes his instinct to love her as a man.
"Rym, can you excuse me? But I think I need some time alone." He redirected his attention on her, she was snuffling while wiping her eyes adorably. He looked away again, she's so adorable that he wanted to snuggle her to the bed right in front of him.
He tried to think of happy thoughts and dispute the evil thoughts brewing in his wretched mind. He felt that his abdomen was being attacked by thousands of bugs and his cheek was also burning with embarrassment. He didn't want Yanarym to think of him like a horny bastard or monster who just wanted her to pleasure him.
He is completely genuine in his intention to have her by his side. But now he wants to laugh, and he wants her so badly that his body reacts to her in this way. Does he want to coitus her?