When the Black Moon Rises - Chapter 102
Chapter 102
Baek Giha’s Adam’s apple bobbed quietly as he swallowed.
His lips were parched.
He knew she had just woken up after hovering between life and death, yet why did these distracting thoughts keep coming to him?
Especially while watching her cry so heartbrokenly.
“......”
Controlling his heated body, he carefully put his arms around her back.
She needed care.
Even if the immense spiritual power contained within his fangs had aided her healing, her body must have been greatly strained for that power to settle.
“Why are you crying?” he asked, gently patting Sehwa’s thin shoulders.
“What’s wrong? Are you so startled?”
Soothing her crying form, he repeated the same words slowly.
“But I didn’t see. Really. …I’m sorry.”
“......”
“If it’s not that, did you perhaps remember a dream? Did something make you sad?”
“......”
“If so, you can tell me. I’ll solve anything. So tell me everything. Don’t just cry like this.”
“......”
“Tell me. Hmm?”
Listening to his gentle voice slowly wrapping around her ears, she felt a little anxious.
She told him not to. She begged him not to sacrifice himself for her anymore.
‘Yet he keeps saying he’ll do anything for me.’
Biting her lip hard, she raised her head.
“......”
Baek Giha was momentarily speechless.
Her captivatingly beautiful face was wet with clear tears.
To him, she looked like a lake with flower petals afloat.
Her tightly bitten, reddened lips also looked much sweeter than usual, and even her slightly resentful gaze as she looked up at him only blurred his vision.
Unable to blink, he stared at her, his Adam's apple bobbing once more.
Sehwa suddenly asked, “Did I really become a white tiger?”
He answered a beat later, “…Yes.”
“Do you mean I tried to become a Divine Beast?”
“Actually, I think you’ve already become a Divine Beast.”
“Huh?”
What did he just say?
“Divine Beast? I’m… already a Divine Beast?”
“Yes. Considering you transformed into a dragon before as well.”
“But for a Divine Beast—.”
“Yes. The size, the control of power, there’s something wrong. I think it’s because of your spiritual power.”
Spiritual power?
“You already have enough power within you to become a perfect Divine Beast, but it’s not properly mixed.”
“......”
“So, we need to find a way to combine the two largest spiritual powers within you, or strengthen one to suppress the others.”
“......”
“This might be a long conversation, so why don’t we sit down for a moment? Your body must be tired as well.”
Whatever it was, he needed to distance himself from her.
If he held her perfectly curved body in his arms any longer, his patience would reach its limit.
However…
‘Oh, no!’
There wasn’t a single piece of furniture in the tent, only a thick blanket spread on the floor.
He hadn’t expected her to transform back into human form.
He had removed all the furniture to make more space, considering the size of his own transformed Divine Beast form.
Her scent filled the dark, unlit tent.
And the thick blanket spread on the floor. Their thin clothing, allowing their body heat to transfer between them.
Her slender arms clinging to him. Her red lips. Her eyes.
It felt like a severe test.
Meeting her gaze as she looked up at him sent shivers down his spine.
“There’s no… nowhere to sit. So how about… on that blanket… I’ll… I’ll sit first, and you can sit on my lap…”
He blurted out those words without thinking, then gasped, coming to his senses.
‘Am I out of my mind? I was trying to distance myself from her, and I’m suggesting she sit where? What a crazy bastard.’
But before he could hurriedly correct himself, she wiped her wet eyes and nodded.
“O-Okay.”
“......”
He was a member of the Baek Clan, who controlled the wind.
It meant he had never felt heat in his life.
Yet, he couldn’t understand why his body heated up and his temperature became so difficult to control whenever he was with her.
‘…I’m thirsty.’
If he didn’t kiss those red lips right now…
If he didn’t swallow every single one of those transparent tears wetting her cheeks, the thirst burning his throat felt like it would never be quenched.
Words he hadn’t thought through suddenly tumbled out.
“Can I kiss you?”
“Huh?”
“I mean… what I’m saying is… well…”
“......”
“I don’t know what your spiritual power level is right now, so I’ll infuse you with some… and see how stable you are…”
Right. Why hadn’t he thought of that?
He didn’t need to check her pulse to assess her condition.
“So, if there are any parts that haven’t healed yet, I can help a little… and if your body gets better, that’s good…”
He had been planning to pour his spiritual power into her all night anyway.
If it was for that, it wasn’t driven by ulterior motives but rather to aid her recovery.
The more he thought about it, the more it seemed to prick his conscience, but what did it matter?
His heart was pounding like a drum every time their eyes met.
It was then.
She raised herself up on her tiptoes first.
Like last time, their lips met and parted with a brief, almost colliding kiss, making a small sound.
Smooch!
“!”
“If… you want to… just do it,” a shy voice slipped out from her full, red lips.
“Why ask?”
All his excuses and hesitation vanished in that moment.
As if a fuse had been lit, this time, he pulled her in.
He devoured her already marked red lips in one go.
He pushed her small body into his arms as if he would never let her go.
“! Mmmph…!”
Not satisfied with that, he delved between her small lips, from which a moan had escaped.
He sought out her bright red tongue and entangled it with his own. He sucked in her moist breaths without leaving a trace, and the slender body in his arms trembled delicately.
“Mmmph… hh.”
He didn't want to startle her. He wanted to take things slowly, at her pace.
But he had waited for her for so long, and just a while ago, he had received the promise that they would marry.
After that, he had to suppress his joy for a while to finish his conversation with her father.
It was perhaps only natural that the desire he had been suppressing for so long would run wild with such a brief contact.
Still, he had to remember that she had just woken up after a long illness. He had to be true to his original purpose. He had to share his spiritual power and let her go.
As he repeated this to himself, her slender arms reached up behind his neck.
His robe was too big for her, so when she raised her arms, the sleeves slipped down.
Thus, her arms embracing his neck were bare, revealing her snow-white skin.
The pitiful warmth transmitted directly stirred a warm feeling deep within his chest.
How could he be so happy about everything related to her?
Could this be possible?
Although he had lived longer without knowing her than with her, those days were now so distant that he couldn't even remember them.
The past was all gray, and the future was unclear.
But this present moment, even in this dark night, within this dark tent, he could discern even the slightest changes in color.
And so, he couldn’t care about his life.
Eternal life, a second life…
They were nothing compared to these moments he shared with her.
Baek Giha embraced her tightly again, as if to prevent anyone from taking her away from his arms.
Her full breasts pressed against his chest, clad only in a thin layer of clothing.
The rapidly rising heat between them was evident, but their bodies pressed even closer, leaving no gap between them.
“Hhmm, hh…”
His hand slipped between the folds of her robe.
Feeling the surprisingly smooth texture of her skin, his hand moved upwards.
He cupped her full, swollen mounds that had been constantly tempting him, and her body tensed, a soft moan escaping her lips.
“Hhmm…”
It was as if all her senses were awakening, becoming sharp and vivid.
Every time the slick mucous membranes inside their mouths brushed against their intertwined tongues, her body tensed, her head spinning.
Following her weakening legs, he bent his knees as well.
Watching her lie down on the blanket where the small white tiger had been, Baek Giha’s head spun with even more heat.
Her, transformed into a white tiger, carrying his spiritual power, changing according to its characteristics…
It was completely unintentional, and he was still worried.
But what if there was nothing wrong with her body, and this had instead allowed her to transform into a perfect Divine Beast?
‘I would have been happy no matter what color or form her Divine Beast took, but if…’
His gaze deepened as he pictured a pair of white tigers.
‘If that were the case, wouldn’t it mean that she was a mate bestowed by heaven from the very beginning?’
My mate. My partner.
A fierce possessiveness welled up at those words, which had never existed in his life before.
He didn’t want to show her to anyone, nor did he want anyone to take her away from him.
Watching her eyelashes tremble and then close tightly, his stomach churned with heat, his throat parched.
“Sehwa. Ju Sehwa.”
Even to his own ears, his burning voice held no composure.
How could he be composed?
She was in his arms.
In her past life, she had only pushed him away, giving him no room, no opening.
There hadn’t been even the slightest possibility.
She was the one who had made it impossible for him to sleep properly without deliberately cutting off all contact.
Yet in this life, she was so close.
Within his reach, showing him expressions he had never seen before.
Rustle.
As she lay down and bent her knees, the thin robe that had been covering her bare skin slid down.
She didn’t hurry to cover herself like before.
He leaned towards her naked body, gleaming white even in the darkness.
He pressed his lips against her bare skin, exuding a dizzyingly sweet scent.
He could feel the rise and fall of her chest as she gasped for breath.
Baek Giha, wanting to devour even her breaths, sucked hard on the flesh between his lips. He left remarkably persistent marks on her snow-white skin.
Yet she didn't refuse.
That was enough. If she didn’t dislike it. If she didn’t reject him.
If that was the case, he desired nothing more.
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