Ineffable Menace of Love

Chapter Two

Please be vigilant of sudden switches in point of view from first person to third person and back to first person.

IMPERFECTIONS

After our deep conversation, Syllvester immediately tidied up the dining area. He cleans up, and I do the dishes.

"I'll go upstairs... I still have some work to finish in the library room. Sleep early, Yureev," Syllvester said.

"Ah sige! Good night," I gave him a smile, and he nodded before leaving for the library room.

Why doesn't he want to rest for a longer time? It's still early, but I think he needs a longer break.

I just shrugged it off and left it to him. It's what he wants anyway, to be fully engrossed in work.

I hurriedly washed the dishes so I could rest.

I left the lights on in the living and dining areas and went upstairs to my room.

Before retiring for the night, I decided to take a shower because I felt sticky.

After thoroughly cleansing myself, I grabbed a towel and dried myself off.

Feeling refreshed, I left the bathroom and walked towards my bed.

As I lay there, I couldn't help but think about our conversation earlier. I suspect that Liustheo was the one who did it.

I'm deeply troubled by the situation. I can see that Syllvester is afraid for my safety as well. I'm trying to stay calm and rational, but it's hard not to let my emotions get the best of me. I'm feeling really scared and anxious inside.

My thoughts are running wild with possibilities of what might have happened to cause the attack.

The house is quiet, very quiet. I could hear the breathing of this house in every corner of it.

I carefully contemplate whether I should accept his offer to work for him.

After all, no one would probably recognize me, especially since our marriage is a secret. So I don't know who knows about it.

If I work for his company, won't I get in trouble?

I was lost in thought until sleepiness enveloped me.

Yureev and I quickly said goodbye because I had some library work to complete. It was only paperwork, nothing too taxing.

I got comfortable in the swivel chair and began reading the documents I needed to approve. As I read, I couldn't shake off thoughts about Yureev and our conversation. I admit that I'm worried about whatever might happen to her.

I only visited my company once this month, earlier today. Over the past two months, I've been preoccupied with the underground happenings. I didn't inform Yureev of the exact happenings during the previous two months because I know she'll just worry more.

Even though I am aware that Yureev is safe in this house, the possibility of an attack by the Phylum's foes makes me uneasy.

We don't know what the enemy's objectives are, so I prefer to keep my wife by my side at all times.

After only a few hours of reading and approving other papers, I decided to leave the library room and get some rest.

When I got out, I frowned. Why haven't the lights been turned off yet?

Did she forget?

I walked to the switch and was about to head to my room, but when I passed Yureev's room, I decided to go in.

She didn't really lock the door. She was sound asleep when I saw her. I simply grinned while observing her asleep.

I covered her body after fixing the blanket that was going to tumble to the ground.

Whispering as I fixed my gaze on her face, "I don't regret choosing you."

I gently stroked my wife's cheeks because of how lovely her face was. I can still hear her sobbing as her father beat, slapped, and punched her.

The rage I was experiencing made me clench my palm and glance up at the ceiling.

There are also wound marks on my wife's arm, and this is a reminder of the pain her father caused her.

I stood still for a few seconds. I just looked straight forward, a look of utter despair, but one with a bit of anger mixed in there.

The rage from before was now replaced with... sadness.

"Yureev, I care about you," I mumbled with a slightly choked up voice.

And that was pretty accurate because after I said those words, I did just burst out into tears... it was so sudden. I couldn't control it.

After a few moments, I kissed her on the cheek and exited her room to sleep.

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I woke up because of a loud bang... It sounds like a gunshot.

A gun?!

Where's Syllvester?!

I immediately jolted up from where I was lying down and quickly rushed out of my room.

My heart was racing as I went around the inside of the house.

Why is there no one here? Where did that gunshot come from?

I quickly went back upstairs to the second floor where Syllvester's room was located. I kept knocking and knocking.

"Syllv? Syllvester?!" I feel anxious about any negative thoughts running through my mind.

As I turned the doorknob, I immediately entered inside and scanned the surrounding. I was puzzled why my husband wasn't here.

I went to the shower room, but I didn't see him there, so I decided to leave his room and go back to the first floor of the house.

I searched around the outside of the house until I saw him holding a gun and looking around, and I noticed pistol targets not far away.

I breathed a sigh of relief, but I am still feeling anxious until now.

What if something else really happened? My mind was in a state of shock until I suddenly heard Syllvester's voice calling me.

"Yureev?" He beckoned me with a low and raspy voice. Did he just wake up, and then do this?

I walked closer to him, and he lightly slapped his large arm.

"I woke up because of the gunshot, so I quickly searched the house to see where the sound came from," I scolded him while still panting from my earlier running.

"Wow, what a strong good morning greeting, hitting like that."

I scowled at him and looked closely.

"You're the one who wakes up to the sound of a gunshot," I replied immediately.

"Good morning, Yhil. I'm sorry for waking you up so early with the sound of a gunshot." He placed the gun on the table and faced me.

"I just wanted to see if I'm still good at-" he suddenly stopped speaking and looked me up and down.

"At aiming." Teasingly, he faced me and looked at me once again from head to foot.

"Even if you were blindfolded, I'm sure you would still hit the target." I spoke in response.

"I thought something had happened in the house, maybe something happened to you," I stuttered while biting my hand out of nervousness as I spoke to him.

He continued to observe me intently. What is he thinking?

"Running every edge of the house wearing those nighties?" His arms were crossed, and he stared at me with a mischievous smile on his lips.

He didn't pay attention to what I said, instead, he looked me up and down.

Suddenly, I looked at what I was wearing, and I was surprised because I forgot what I was wearing.

Then I looked at him, and I felt my cheeks warming up. He raised an eyebrow.

"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" I broke our eye contact, stepping back and turning my eyes around the room.

Suddenly, I became self-conscious about my body, because I have bruises on my arms that haven't healed. Some have already healed, but there are wounds that have left permanent marks.

And when I felt him approaching me, I suddenly looked at him.

"Syllv?" I spoke to him while he continued walking, his gaze fixated on me without interruption.

He stopped in front of me, and I looked up because I was only shoulder-height to him.

He was looking down, staring into my eyes. He suddenly grabbed my waist, causing our bodies to press against each other.

My face was plastered with shock because of what he did.

And I was even more surprised by what he said.

"There's nothing wrong with what you're wearing,"

He glanced down briefly, "But my edgy buddy is having a hard time, down there." He held my cheek and tightened his grip around my waist.

And he pressed his body against mine, leaving me frozen in place as I felt something very hard pressing against my stomach.

Like a stone because of its hardness. Damn it... why is it hard!

My breath hitched. I didn't know why, but my heart was pounding so hard, as if there was a wild cat trapped inside it.

"U-umm... soften it up!" I said while unable to keep still due to extreme nervousness.

His hands trailed from my cheeks to the back of my neck, sending a surge of warmth through me.

"It won't soften if I see you and think of you," He whispered seductively.

"T-then don't look at me and don't think of me," I voiced. It's my problem why he's like that.

"That's one of the most difficult job to do... Avoiding any contact with you." He spoke in a sultry voice.

I couldn't respond to what he said. I know what he meant by being hard. Making eye contact is now a job.

He lifted my face and surprised me even more by placing a gentle kiss on my forehead.

I was left in a daze by what he did, as if not only my body was floating but my mind as well.

Syllvester whispered into the air while still not breaking his gaze on me, and my heart beat faster.

"My Beautiful Yureev." almost a whisper but I could clearly hear what he just said.

I knew my cheeks were already red, so I couldn't help myself and just pressed my face against his firm chest. Wow! Everything's so hard.

He then wrapped his arms around my body while releasing his laughter.

It's not just his chest that's hard. His arms too. And this thing poking at my stomach.

That's all I could whisper in my mind as he gently swayed me around.

I can feel how my body becomes comfortable and how perfectly his body fits with mine. It's like I want to sleep again but this time in his arms. While in that position, I suddenly remembered what he said yesterday.

I'm scared for you, so it's better for me to have you close to me. I can protect you better than my people can.

It would be better for me to do what he said and allow him to take me to his office.

I realized that I can only entrust myself to him, only with him I can feel secure, and he was right that none of his people can be trusted to watch over me.

It's hard to trust... my own father destroyed me. What more if I trust other people? Only with Syllvester. With him. I can entrust myself only to him.

We still remained in that position as if savoring every moment of being close to each other when suddenly I felt something wet on me.

Is it raining? I glanced to the side, but there wasn't a single drop of rain.

"Wow, it's too early for you two to be lovey-dovey!" A baritone voice suddenly shouted, and I turned around just as water gushed out from the hose he was holding.

Syllvester let go of me because of what I did facing Deime.

Syllvester and I are completely drenched because Deime continues with what he's doing. He even aimed the hose he was holding at us. But he suddenly stopped and shifted his gaze... to me.

Syllvester turned towards me and cursed under his breath as his eyes caught sight of my body, which was now clearly visible through the thin fabric I was wearing. His gaze then shifted to my chest, which was fully exposed, including my erect n*****s, due to the coldness of the water.

I suddenly realized that I was practically naked in front of him, so I quickly used my arms to cover my chest.

Syllvester hugged me tightly, and instinctively, I held onto his neck as he suddenly lifted me up and wrapped my legs around his hips using his arms.

He began to walk away from Deime, carrying me with him.

His voice suddenly boomed. "Do you want me to stab you, Deime?!" as he walked away and Deime's laughter still echoing loudly.

When we entered the house, he walked up the stairs to my bedroom. As we ascended, my chest occasionally brushed against his nose and mouth, causing him to curse. I was tickled.

And my face warmed up because of the words he let out.

"So soft," I swallowed hard at his words and he continued walking until we reached my bedroom.

"Put me down here," I pleaded with him to put me down because I no longer knew what I was feeling at this moment.

It's too hot, I want to bathe in cold water because of the extreme heat I'm feeling.

He only responded with a soft moan. Wh-Why did he moan?!

My door was open because I rushed out earlier without closing it, so it was easier for Syllvester to enter my room while still carrying me.

When we reached my bed, he looked at me with a gaze that seemed to imply something.

"S-syllv, let's get down." I maintained eye contact with him, despite the undeniable warmth that spread across my face, causing my cheeks to turn a deep shade of crimson.

He didn't speak, so I gently tapped his shoulder.

"Syllvester, I'm nervous. Put me down." he closed his eyes and slowly helped me sit on the bed.

How could I not be nervous? He's so intense when he looks at me.

He propped both of his arms on either side of me, bringing his face closer to mine.

"Yureev," he whispered softly, catching me off guard, so I kissed him on the cheek and pushed one of his arms blocking me away, then hurriedly ran to my shower room and left him there.

How flirtatious! You're so flirtatious, Syllvester!

After I closed the door, I instinctively raised my hand and delivered a resounding slap across my own cheek and looked at myself in the large mirror.

"W-what was that?" I mumbled.

My suspicions were indeed correct as my cheek was now extremely red. It wasn't due to the slap, but rather because of what had transpired earlier.

I still feel the large hardness that was poking my stomach earlier.

Why is it so big?! I mean, he's a big guy so it's possible that his... his gun is big too...

My heart continued to race at an alarming pace. Thoughts of the intense gazes he had given me earlier flashed through my mind, as if he was devouring me with his eyes.

His intense gazes. Does he want us to do what normal married couples do?

Maybe yes. I don't mind if he wants to. It's okay. I'm not against it. I know I want it too and maybe I can handle it.

Yureev sprinted to the bathroom. I reacted to the incident by biting my lip. I continued to gaze at the locked shower in her room.

I truly don't want to touch her without obtaining her consent.

I need her, but I also respect Yureev. Her thin clothing adheres to the shapes of her body. It was the first time I had seen her physique in such a setting.

Deime... will I praise him since he did it and I witnessed it, or will I stab him in the eye with a knife because he witnessed it as well?! f**k!

The softness of my wife's bosom came to mind when it hit my face on the way up to the second floor.

I'm at my limit now.

I can't take it any longer.

Given that my body starts getting hot, I left her room and went to mine.

Syllvester couldn't stand the heat he was feeling since he was thinking about how he caressed his wife's body, so he decided to leave Yureev's room right away because he wasn't sure what more he would do in there.

He took large strides, and with each step, he entered his room.

He immediately went to the shower room and roughly lowered the thick fabric of his shorts and began stroking his manhood.

He moaned because of the hot sensation he felt. He even intensified his grip on his manhood.

"Y-yureev.. haah..." He exhaled loudly as he began to elevate his manhood, the movement of the hand holding it becoming quicker and faster. He leaned against the cool tiles and kept working.

"A-ahh f**k!" His eyelids are shutting from the thrill. While raising his chin, his mind wandered to his wife's stance, how much he wanted to kiss her, how much he wanted to smother her in kisses.

His head appeared to be rehearsing over and over how soft Yureev's breast was, which brought him even more pleasure.

"Uhh! Hfff!" Breathless, his head is already looking up from the pleasure he is experiencing. "Y-yureev!"

When he was about to reach his climax, he suddenly heard a voice screaming outside his room, accompanied by loud knocking.

"Hey! What mischief are you up to in there, Alejandro?" his forehead furrowed upon hearing the voice.

He suddenly remembered that one of his asshole cousins was here in the house.

He ignored the man who's shouting his lungs outside his room and continued to elevate and lower his hand.

After his 'session', Syllvester took a shower first and got dressed to clear his mind.