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was over, and her body was groaning from the unfamiliar and her first experience?

‘But how dare you?!’

Now, how can you look at me with that victim-like face?

Akkard’s face turned pale when he received her cold glare.
Damia watched as the power drained from his arms that had trapped her.

“… … I think I understand why Sir Akkard is doing this.”

Damia opened her mouth as she struggled to suppress her surging emotions.
She wasn’t stupid enough to wonder why Akkard was like this.

“You’re at that point where you’ve had enough experience with women, and moving around is tiring.
You just want to settle down in one place, right?”

It was a characteristic often seen in men who played and slept around enough.
Then, based on their numerous experiences, they knew well which woman would be “suitable” to marry.

So, gradually, he was trying to settle down with a woman as a base.
Gently luring with lies, such as ‘I like you’ or ‘I love you.’.

‘Really, you’re the worst.’

He would probably get married and be quiet for a while.
However, in the eyes of a casanova who had played with many women, there would be nothing remarkable about being married and having a wife.

So, as soon as he got tired of married life, he would start playing again.
While making excuses such as his wife was boring or she was pregnant.

Damia knew that when she was in love, she gave everything generously.
And she knew she would never tolerate a playboy’s “proper counterpart” treatment.

Time would slowly corrode her heart and make her sick, like a poison that burned and spread through her veins.

“I know what Sir Akkard wants, but I am not interested.
So look for another woman.
You are capable enough.”

Damia lowered her eyes and spoke in a quick tone.
She expected that Akkard would get angry at her retort.

‘Because he’s such a proud man.’

She recalled a thought she had from the first moment she saw Akkard: This man has rarely been rejected in his entire life.

When he saw Akkard’s dazzling confidence and sometimes brazen boldness, he seemed like a man who had never been hurt.
He was so stunningly handsome that he was still charming and attractive, even with that disgusting, hateful arrogance.

So even if she rejected him, he would soon forget.
And he would find dozens of other ‘suitable’ girls.

Damia, convinced of this, raised her head.
But before she could even register Akkard’s expression, hot water dripped down her eyelids.

“Ah.”

Damia, startled, reflexively closed her eyes, squinting.
And the back of her hand stole the unknown water from her face.

Foreign water drops that were hot as if they were burning her eyelids were lukewarm on the back of her hands.
Damia, who did not understand what was happening, looked up at him in disbelief.