Renascence (M.K)

三十六

The pounding and the faint shouting of the man outside the locked fusuma doors prevail but still, this didn't bother Muzan.

He looked up at the woman who was underneath him. From the uncountable times that he would always associate himself close to the Mizuno woman's face, there was no possibility he felt repleted as if she was an endless appetency for his devoid heart. 

From the open window panes, the streak of the faint moonlight suffused the angelic countenance of Y/N, so beautiful to the point that it made the male Kibutsuji hold his breath and behold his eyes exclusively to her.

Y/N's gazed rippled with emotion whilst she stares at Muzan's features. 

Her heart rate wildly fluctuates just as she felt the sudden involuntary muscle spasms inside of her chest. 

The moment she has apprehended what kind of situation she was already in, to escape was the only solution that was kept repeated on her mind.

As the time ticks, Y/n can feel her head battling with her heart. She can feel how the man's light touches against her skin sprout a swift peerless soothing sensation deep from within her.

It was putting her over the edge. She unknowingly felt raptured by his kisses and caresses but at the same time she caught herself up, shrinking in the fear from his possessive grasps.

She can feel how Muzan was airing up his dominance over her, just as she thinks of not planning to immediately put an end, everything of it will lead to her loss. 

Y/n have finally discerned this debauched and cynical part of Muzan's demeanour, the kind of calculating, and a silent schemer attribute of his.

By this dexterous stroke of his hand, he has stirred and outlined the events accordingly for his own sake. 

She felt wholly deceived and played. She began to apprehend how the episodes were seemed to be all a long time plotted and now she was like a hopeless prey that was trapped from his iron grasp when all she previously did was to put her trust in him.

Yet she never has anticipated this man was just in his selfish pursuit for his sensual pleasure.

'He never differed from other men.'  She turned dispirited whilst she repeated the thought of her words from within her mind. 

A tear almost trickles from her eye as she swallowed her breath and looked up at the wooden ceiling. She can feel Muzan's lips travelling on her neck, kissing and sucking the erogenous spot and in a deft manner.

She parted her quivering lips whilst the nails of her fitful fingers were raked on the surface of the tatami mat.

"You're intending to do it? and I... I have never expected that you'll be like this." Her voice shakes. A laced tone of regret and dismay was masked on every account she says although her face strives, displaying a repressed emotion but deep within her heart, she was terrified and she was left with no choice but to swallow the grouse back into her belly.

Despite feeling her consciousness departing her body, she strived to make Muzan see that she wasn't affected by what malicious intention he meant to plan on her.

After hearing those words, It made Muzan dilate the pupils of his eyes.

He retracted an inch away from Y/N.  His brows slightly wrinkled together now that he has realized the discreet rejection of the female towards him.

He quite did not understand, his instincts were determined that he already have Y/N coaxed under his spell. He believed the woman has already fallen in love with him, mutual to what he felt.