Stigma Effect

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A burning gaze ran over Yuriel’s face. It was a face that couldn’t be called gentle even with empty words. The pupils were greatly dilated, like a person who drank strong alcohol one after another. The bright, golden eyes thinner than usual seemed very mysterious, unsuitable for the situation.

Perhaps, he didn’t even know that it was seen by Yuriel’s eyes.

She could see the dark and gloomy energy that could be felt in the eyes of a person who had lost his reason. It was a beast that did not speak words, yet it did not even have reins.

It was not scary even though she could see greatly dilated pupils. Yuriel was able to give up her neck, if Raphlet wanted to bite it.

Raphlet’s rationality seemed to have disappeared with the monsters who had emptied the cave the moment Yuriel muttered that Raphlet was a saint.

Calm down, or I thought you were a saint. She felt like he would close her mouth if she only added one word.

Yuriel avoided his eyes and glued her hot cheeks to his robe. Her thoughts were organized as the cold hem of the robe touched her cheek.

… will it come back?

He wasn’t a monster, but she was worried when Raphlet’s reason would return.

Given her experience, Raphlet tended to be very affectionate after making love. She remembered him taking care of her contentedly after forcibly taking her like a hunting beast.

So now the answer was to mix her body as much as Raphlet wanted.

Although she thought so, Yuriel thought about whether it would be okay to face him in such a shabby place where there was no proper bed.

Raphlet had thrown something into the bonfire and filled the cave with smoke. Where her own excuses full of desire to melt his cold body would not work in this situation.

Yuriel now had to consider dignity, not physical condition.

A cave at night, a place where monsters wander around. There was no way to erase the feeling that it was like a nest of animals rather than a bedroom.

If they slept together in a place like this, it would look like the mating of animals, not humans. They were mixing their bodies to satisfy their desires, not to survive.

Seeing Yuriel’s eyes darken as she looked around the dark cave, Raphlet pressed his body over Yuriel. It was different from the past, when he was considerate of Yuriel and held her on top of him or hugged her. He pressed his thighs to prevent Yuriel from escaping with his weight.

Yuriel, who felt as if her neck was caught in a noose, involuntarily twisted her back. The body trapped under him did not move at all.

“Let’s see how far that idea goes.”

Raphlet bowed to Yuriel and said so. He murmured from the distance his breath could reach, and then immediately pressed their lips together. As he bit her lip as if threateningly, she opened her mouth and he poked his tongue in.

As he dug into her mouth, his hand violently ripped out the hem of Yuriel’s robe. One button leapt into the bonfire.

“If you call me a saint even after going through all this, wouldn’t you be more like a saint?”

He said cynically while licking Yuriel’s lower lip.

When he tenaciously mentioned saint, Yuriel finally realized what had offended him.

Thinking about it, even when she told him to remain in Albraka as the saint in the past, Raphlet showed signs of displeasure.

Was the word ‘saint’ very offensive?

It didn’t make sense because there was no reason to be offended, but Yuriel thought that she should refrain from saying ‘saint’ in front of him in the future.

She figured out what was bothering him, but she still couldn’t figure out why he was angry.

Yuriel struggled, trying to figure out why he was angry. Because she left without a word? There was nothing she could do about the situation.

He was sarcastic about not being contacted, but it doesn’t seem like Raphlet would have been one to get offended by that. It was Yuriel who was pushed away by the situation and ran away.

He was worried about her and cared for her, and wasn’t the one to get mad at her unreasonably. Yuriel thought so, in front of Raphlet, who was unreasonably angry.

Suddenly, the palm that went down touched Yuriel’s chest. Yuriel shuddered at the sensation of his cold fingers brushing against her peaks. When her body shivered, only then she noticed that her top had completely come off.

His hand, which she thought would stop at her chest, kept going down. His fingers stopped on the slightly protruding stomach.

Raphlet, who was kissing her, stiffened his face and stood up.

“… you.”

There was a trembling in his voice that was incomparable to anything before. The protruding belly was the most foreign part of Yuriel’s body.

She had a lot of trouble running away, so she wouldn’t gain any weight anywhere else. Rather, she was thin enough to look sick because she had lost muscle and fat.

The body meant only one thing, if not pregnant, then because of an illness.

Pregnant, it has been 5 months since Yuriel left Raphlet. The last time they had slept together was three months before she left, so her stomach would be fuller if she had been pregnant with his child.

Raphlet was angry at Yuriel for leaving him, but didn’t think she would have slept with another man than him.

So, Yuriel’s body now was not pregnant.

The fingers groping the convex belly trembled. Raphlet, who had been stroking her stomach with his hand, lowered his gaze.

Seeing the stomach protruding enough to be seen with the naked eye, he trembled as if struck by lightning.

Raphlet said in a poorly split voice.

“Yuriel, what is this….”

Raphlet quickly got up and panicked. The anger because Yuriel had left him disappeared in an instant.

“Are you ill? Treatment, did you meet a doctor?”

Raphlet said as he opened the hem of Yuriel’s robe that he had ripped off. All the buttons were torn, and the hem of the dress was torn down. Her clothes fell, exposing her bony shoulders.

When he came to his senses, Yuriel’s pitiful, skinny body caught his eye. He spit out a swear word.

Raphlet took off his clothes and wrapped his arms around Yuriel’s body.

Yuriel, who had been quietly giving herself up, was bewildered and was embraced in his arms. Her body, which had been burning after imagining the pleasure that would follow, was trapped in Raplet’s clothes, and lost its way to relieve it.

Yuriel, who had thought for a moment about whether or not to continue the affair while sitting, noticed Raphlet’s condition and blinked in bewilderment. Raphlet’s hard body was trembling softly.

“Sorry for being late, Yuriel…. I didn’t even know you were in this situation….”

As if he had forgotten that he was angry, he hugged Yuriel with a trembling body and murmured so.

“You couldn’t see a doctor because you were running away. It’s okay. I’m here. If we go straight to the estate and receive treatment, you will be fine.”

“… Lord Raphlet?”

Yuriel, who had a hard time keeping up with Raphlet’s sudden change of attitude, called him blankly. He sat up and hugged her , so she couldn’t see his face.

His voice grew more serious as she was about to put her hand on Raphlet’s back, with his forehead against her neck and his back bent.

“It’s okay. Nothing will happen. No one can hurt you.”

Raphlet, who had buried his face in her neck and muttered, draped over Yuriel’s robe, which he had laid under him. Contrary to Yuriel, who was rolled up in a thick coat, Raphlet only had one thin shirt.

He stood up as if he was about to leave the cave.

His arms were still shaking as he stood up supporting Yuriel.

Raphlet stood up and lowered his face, allowing him to check her expression. His eyes fluttered anxiously.

She had never seen Raphlet cry, but if he did, she wondered if he would have a soft expression like this.

Anxiety was evident from the hardened cheeks and chin that was clenching his teeth. The sensitivity that pushed Yuriel disappeared.

The hand holding Yuriel while telling her not to call him a saint was so sweet.

Yuriel stretched out her hand as he was holding her tightly in his trembling arms, trying not to let go of her.

“What’s wrong, Lord Raphlet?”

“Why are you saying that now?”

He spoke as she placed her hand on his hard chin, his eyes contorted in bitterness. Unbelievably, Raphlet really looked like he was on the verge of crying.

As he was surprised, Yuriel became sad at the same time.

Yuriel wrinkled her nose and said.

“Why do you look so upset? Better to be angry….”

Better to be angry than to see you cry. As Yuriel spoke in a tearful voice, Raphlet hugged her even tighter and said,

“How can I be angry? If you’re sick, you have to tell me you’re sick, but what if you try to accept me?”

He was shooting back fiercely, but it was a tone of regret rather than criticism. Yuriel listened to him and tilted her head.

“I’m not sick at all.”

He seemed to have misunderstood something. When Yuriel tilted her head, Raphlet said with a smile.

“I can see with my eyes that your stomach is full, but there is no pain…. No, there should be. If you’re not sick yet, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it, we’ll cure it right away.”

Yuriel understood what he had seen and misunderstood and let out a small sigh. Yuriel exhaled a sigh of relief, closing her eyes and smiling.

Raphlet stopped moving as if his gaze was taken by Yuriel’s smile. Yuriel said with a small laugh.

“It’s not sickness. I’m pregnant, Lord Raphlet.”

Immediately after talking with a smile, a terribly heavy stillness came between Yuriel and Raphlet.

Yuriel licked her lips as she looked at Raphlet’s hardened face, which had a different feeling than before.

“Lord, Lord Raphlet. I’m not sick, it’s that I’m pregnant, okay? You don’t have to worry so much…”

Strength entered the arm that was holding Yuriel. It was so strong that she thought her body might be crushed.