I, the Female Lead, Ruined the Original

“Does this comfort you?”

At a distance where their noses almost touched, Rakrensius’s eyes, barely in focus, shone calmly. No, in fact, calling it calm was a very superficial interpretation. Selleana couldn’t ignore the smoldering heat that had already risen from beyond.

“We share some responsibility with each other, don’t we?”

“…”

“We just confirmed it. This isn’t solely because of one person. So…” Selleana lifted her chin slightly. At the end of it, their lower lips barely touched. “Reassure me that my choice was not wrong.”

“…Will that be enough?”

“It’s more than enough.”

“If that’s the case…”

The man, unable to refuse anything, surrendered to his fate and captured her lips. His firm arm encircled Selleana’s waist. Their kisses grew more desperate as they could get no closer. Though already sharing the same breath, they were eager to take more from each other. If both became breathless and their minds hazy, it might be better, as it would make it harder to think deeply about anything….

Selleana’s arms, wrapped around Rakrensius’ neck, tightened, as did Rakrensius’ arms around her back and waist. To confirm the one thing left in his hands at the end of repeated despair. To not lose what he did not want to give up for the first time in his life.

Their touches explored the prominent parts of each other’s bodies, and the unfamiliar sensation of their skin grew rougher. Passion surged at the touch of their tongues, fingertips, and lips. As the contact that sought to melt into each other continued, no one thought of pulling away. But…

With something he could never let slip away, Rakrensius struggled to pull himself out of the fire burning in his head. Barely breaking away from Selleana, he took a few ragged breaths.

“Lady, I…”

Selleana’s face, which came into his view, was as flushed and disheveled as his own, trying to catch her breath. Her eyes, which always shook him with their light full of certainty, were now half-lidded, brimming with countless emotions. Among them was confusion about the interruption of what had been continuing… and a tinge of disappointment, wondering if he was stepping back now.

The one thing certain among all those emotions was that she wanted him too. The angelic face was disordered from the passionate kiss with him, short of breath, craving him more…

“Far longer than you think, Lady… I’ve held you in my heart.”

So Rakrensius had to make his belated confession.

A small light flickered in Selleana’s eyes as she realized his intention.

“I have waited for you for so long… but I couldn’t do anything because of that damned oath.”

“Could it be, since the time I was shouting in front of the West Palace?”

“Back then, I just thought you were a strange girl.”

At his dismissal, Selleana chuckled. They say that’s how love begins, finding someone strange, incomprehensible, and interesting.

“Anyway, from a time earlier than you think… I have dreamed of you every night.”

“So, when was that?”

“When a certain angel paid for my coffee.”

“…

, that.”

“It might not matter to you, who had countless such moments, but to me… it was the first light I gained since coming to Nepelsian.”

Rakrensius’s long-held confession poured out rapidly. He knew too well his own wretchedness that couldn’t be expressed without the excuse of surging desire.

“You were the beauty I wanted to keep seeing, a kind voice I wanted to hear forever, a smile I wanted to entrust my heart to.”

“Master of Tower…”

“So, after leaving the imperial palace, I dreamed every day of meeting that angel again. Though my circumstances made me cowardly delay, delay, and delay again…”

Rakrensius’s large hand cradled the back of Selleana’s head, then slowly stroked her hair, entwining his fingers through it. The languid gesture, laden with hesitation, continued for a moment.

“How happy do you think I was to meet you again?”

“…”

“So that night, I easily succumbed to your temptation.”

“Temptation? Me?”

…Selleana reflexively denied, but even in her fragmented memory, she had to admit her own considerable flirtations. Was her embarrassment shown on her face? The man laughed low and pulled her to him with the same hand that had been stroking her hair. In the midst of turmoil, Selleana, who was sitting on his thigh, found her head resting against his cheek.

“Your very existence, Lady, is a great temptation to me.”

Even without saying anything…. His calm voice near her ear was soothing, but the solid heat from their closeness made it clear how much patience he was exerting.

“So even now, I feel so pathetic for having such thoughts about you, Lady, who was crying just a moment ago…”

“Master of Tower.”

Selleana drew back slightly from leaning on him to look up at him. As she strengthened her arms around his waist, they pressed tightly together with no space between them.

“I told you, I remember my past life.”

“…”

“Though I don’t recall much from that life… One thing is certain, I have never loved anyone as much as I love you, Master of Tower.”

“Lady…”

“So.” Selleana took his hand, which had been gently stroking her hair, and guided it to the most prominent curve of her waist. “I remember too.”

“What?”

“The handsome customer who asked if coffee was made from tea leaves.”

“

, that… really?”

“Because of that customer, I even looked up Wilshe’s book. Maybe that’s why you seemed familiar from the beginning?”

Kisses followed one after another. Unlike before, their kisses were gentle, as if confirming each other’s existence, filled with emotion.

“…But still.”

“Blame me when you want to regret it,” Selleana whispered in his ear, biting his lips as if scolding him for hesitating.

“If that’s the case, you shouldn’t have appeared in my world. Who asked you to be so alluring…”

The sweet voice accompanying a soft laugh made him struggle even more.

“That may be true…”

With his pained agreement, the fierce current swept them up again.

“I told you.”

Even in the midst of the turmoil, the man’s hesitant tenderness was ticklish, making Selleana laugh softly.

“There’s nothing I can’t do when it comes to you, Master of Tower.”

Perhaps her words, whispered as she nibbled on his earlobe, were too sweet. Rakrensius’s hand ran through her hair, down her neck, and another hand traced her curves more intensely. His urgent movements, desperate to imprint her in his embrace, continued to swirl around.

But then, in the midst of it all.

“

, right!” Startled by the sight of the sword, Selleana flinched.

The man, who had been kissing her collarbone, glanced at it and murmured indifferently. “Right now, we’re lost in our world.”

“Still…”

“We’ve been away from that place for a long time. Unless we write down what we’re doing right now, Di won’t know. And most importantly.”

“

.”

Somehow, Selleana’s back was already against the bed, and Rakrensius’ eyes, looking up at her from near her chest, shone with a color she had never seen before.

“We don’t have that… luxury anymore.”

Though his eyes shone blue, the heat in them was undeniable. Like the blue flame, hotter than an ordinary fire….

At that moment, a forgotten fragment of the past flashed through Selleana’s mind. Though the color was different, she had seen eyes filled with such intense passion staring at her before.

“But still…”

Overwhelmed, Selleana whimpered.

With a brief spell cast by Rakrensius, the sword that had been there vanished in an instant. “You said there was nothing you couldn’t do.”

“Now, really, I can do everything.”

Selleana chuckled as she ran her fingers through Rakrensius’ hair. The tie that had loosely held his silky hair came loose. His silky hair cascaded down, filling her view.