“I can make you into anything. What do you want me to make you into?” he murmured softly, brushing away the strands of hair clinging to her round forehead.
“Do you really think I would sincerely embrace someone like you, among countless others?”
The startled woman tightly clasped her pale hands together and averted her gaze.
At the sight of her anxious, wavering eyes, a sly smile crept onto his lips.
“You’re quite naive to think so. Don’t you already know… who I am?”
“…Yes.”
“Then tell me. Who am I?”
His fingertips, which had threaded her hair behind her ear, moved down to her throbbing neck as he applied pressure, forcing her to face him once more. As she held her breath, the balls of her feet lifted slightly off the ground.
“I… can make your sister into anything as well.”
Something crumbled within the woman’s eyes. Every star in her night-like pupils faded, replaced by a hollow darkness. He loosened his grip on her hand, watching as the once unyielding black gaze softened.
She wouldn’t flee anymore. He could instinctively sense that. This lukewarm sensation flooding over him wasn’t just desire—it was a craving. It wasn’t a sudden rush of lust like a torrent.
Yes, this was a desire.
Acknowledging it, he found himself boiling with the desire to possess everything in the women’s world.
“If I can’t have you… I’ll destroy everything.”
This novel is set in a fictionalized Joseon era, and may differ from actual historical events. Please be aware that it contains themes of non-consensual sexual encounters which may be triggering.
