I Reject the villain’s ending.

Episode 82.

I turned away as if I couldn’t bear to look any longer.

Those red, moist eyes that looked like they could burst into tears at any moment, the gentle curve of the corners, the crimson lips.

Even freshly milked milk wouldn’t be as white as Iros’s skin.

The problem is, even with all those innocent elements, she looks too demanding.

‘I’m going to have to overturn the world’s most beautiful woman again.’
I thought the crown prince was the most beautiful man in the world, but Iros is nothing compared to him.

‘Anyway, do something about this sweet scent and color. You’re going to attract everyone.’

‘Yeah.’

Iros fumbled for a moment, but after a few tries, he figured out how to control the coloring and returned to his calm, sweet self.

‘Phew. That’s a relief. I thought you were going to get eaten by that thing back there.’

‘You’re sure you’re not trying to get me?’

‘Never mind, never mind. Now let’s practice appearing in my dreams.’
‘Are you going to sleep now?’

‘Yes. I’ve sent a letter to the crown prince, and on the day of the hunt, he’ll take care of the traps in the hunting grounds himself, so I’m good to go until then.’

The hunting tournament was in two days, and I needed to make sure Iros was as comfortable with his abilities as possible by then.

That way, he’d be able to fend off any unexpected attacks later.
‘But how do you get into the dreams?’

‘It’s hard to explain in words, but when you’re asleep, I enter your dreams as if I’m permeating them.’

‘So your whole body enters my dreams?’

‘Yes. I can also enter with my mind, but I think that’s still dangerous, so we’ll try that later.’

‘Okay!’

I exclaimed confidently and lay down to sleep.

I was a little worried that I wouldn’t be able to fall asleep, but I had so much going on in my mind and body that I quickly drifted off to sleep.

* * *

I woke up in a pitch-black space that was too much like my dream.
‘Is this a dream?’

Just as I was thinking, ‘Where is Iros?’ my vision brightened and the scene changed to my room in the temple.

It was so vivid and real that I wondered if it could be real.

I felt the red, fluffy quilt and heard Iros’s voice behind me.

‘Saintess.’

‘Pink?’

I turned to look back, but Iros had his hand on top of mine, clasping it tightly and giving me a backhug.

‘What’s this, a hug?’

‘I can’t do this in real life, so I thought I’d indulge in a dream.’

‘Aha, but it’s so real. I’ve never had a dream like this before. Is it because you came in?’

‘I think it’s because the power of the monk affects the dream, so the dream is being reorganized according to your subconscious wishes.’

‘And you know that instinctively?’

‘I guess so because I’ve never read about it in detail in the books.’

‘Hmmm. Dreams are a reflection of my unconscious.’

Doesn’t that mean that in my dreams I’m almost like a creator, a god?

‘Does that make me one of these?

Without hesitation, I imagined a red ribbon. And then a red ribbon fell gently on my hand.

‘Oh. I’m dreaming, so it’s like this?’

‘How did you just do that?’

‘I just thought of a red satin ribbon and it came to life. It’s a dream can be aware of and a pretty cool change.’

‘But why did you make that ribbon?’

‘Huh? That, of course.’

I blinked, the corners of my mouth curling up, and brought Iros’ wrists together behind his back, tying the ribbon neatly.

His eyes opened in an instant, his nose cut, and he looked back at me in disbelief.

‘Am I tied up?’

‘Yep.’

‘Haha. I must have been too careless. You were the kind of person who liked to tie people up and tame them like this.’

I asked sarcastically, watching Iros let out a ragged laugh.

‘So you’re going to tame me again?’
‘You can tame a saint as many times as you like.’

Without batting an eyelid or showing any sign of embarrassment, Iros relaxed and knelt in front of me, letting go of his coloring and smiling prettily.

‘I’ll be as broken as you wish, master, and I’ll be happy to be broken. Bark when you tell me to bark, cry when you tell me to cry and smile when you tell me to smile.’

Iros laughed as he bent his knees and lifted his upper body to kiss my cheek.

‘You can play with me as much as you like, Saint. I’m the saint’s sweet puppy.’

Her eyes curved into half-moons like a fox’s, and there was nothing adorable about that.

I brought my hand to Iros’s cheek and smiled brightly.

‘No. I’ll call you my sweet dog and lover.’

‘If that’s what you prefer.’

Iros licked his dry lips as he grinned back at her.

The heat was already rising. I grinned and tugged at Iros’s shirt.

‘Now, my sweet puppy, why don’t you take my tights off first?’

‘Mmm. As you wish.’

Iros leaned down and kissed the instep of my crossed legs as he straddled the bed, slowly crawling up my legs, stopping at my thighs and nibbling at the ends of my stockings.

Then he looked up into my eyes, locked eyes with me, and gave me a wry smile.

I thought it was so cute that I giggled, so I pressed my lips together with my fingers on my chin and watched him do it.

With her teeth, she gripped the stocking tightly, slowly pulling her head back and working her way down, skilfully peeling it off.

‘Kook-kook. Pink, you’ve only got one stocking off and you’re standing up?’

‘Awww, don’t look at me like that.’

She giggled and looked down, her stocking-biting boldness gone, her face bright red and shaking with shame.
‘Just because you’re bent over like that doesn’t mean I can’t see you.’

‘Ah!’
She nudged Iros’s shoulder with the toe of her still-stockinged foot.

Iris let out a small sound of embarrassment and stumbled backward.
‘That’s great, my pinkie. You’ve become quite flexible, I must say, being able to roll over on your knees while your wrists are tied behind you.’
‘Ouch. I can’t keep this up for long.’
‘Hold on a little longer. You’re going to have to work that hard to get my periods, aren’t you?’
‘Ugh, holy saint……. Please.’
Iros pleaded, his back bent into a bow, his thighs and abs quivering.
But that wasn’t the only thing he asked for, as his eyes filled with tears of shame.
‘Hmm, don’t look, I mean, don’t look there, you perverted saint.’
‘Aha. He’s quite healthy under the circumstances, isn’t he, my dog? Take back what you said about him being a bit like a saint.’
‘……!’
Iros turned away, biting his lip in anger.
‘Pa, pa-ali. I started this to see if I could absorb periods and vitality.’
‘So?’
‘So you can go ahead and…….’
Iros exhaled hotly and pursed his moist lips, his eyes pleading with me to hurry.
‘Don’t waste any time, just come on and cuddle me. I’m so hungry, saint.’
‘You’re begging me to feed you?’
‘Hmph, just get me up before I break my back and do something else!’
Iros yelled, finally giving in.
I slipped my hand between his fluttering wingbones and thighs, lifted him, and threw him to the bed with a bang.
I grinned wickedly at him as he lay exhausted and gasping for air on the red, fluffy duvet.
‘My puppy, is it because you’re all muscle and no flexibility?’
‘…It’s bad.’
‘Ahahaha. Okay, now let’s find out. Let’s see how much of my virility and vitality you, the succubus-blooded one, can drain from me.’
‘You’re not going to do this until you die, are you?’
‘I’m a saint by reputation, won’t I recover faster than you can take?’
‘In short, infinite refills.’
I looked at Iros, who nodded seriously, puzzled.
‘You even know what an infinite refill is?’
‘I know what it means because the Saint says a lot of strange things sometimes. It means an infinite supply, right?’
The human mind is amazing. I never knew they could be so precise.
Shit.
‘Okay. So let’s experiment with one of us dropping dead.’
‘Okay.’
‘Spread your legs and cry pretty my pink puppy.’
At my words, Iros waited, his lips curling and unclenching in an adorable smirk that made the corners of his eyes crinkle.
‘Mmm.’
With that adorable puppy sound, the clutter of clothes was thrown aside, the ribbons were untied, and we frantically pursued each other’s lips.
Breaths mingled, tongues tangled, nips at the nape of his neck, tangles in his hair.
The longer we kissed, the redder and brighter Iros’s eyes glowed.
And I was getting a taste of what it’s like to have a fast heartbeat.
‘Mmm, hmm. Mmm!’
‘More. More, Sierra. More.’
I opened my mouth again at Iros’s urging, biting the tip of my tongue.
Slowly losing his grip like a starving beast, his eyes glazed over with desire, Iros nibbled at my shoulder and whined.
‘Not enough, not enough, I want more.’
‘You’re draining enough of my energy as it is?’
‘No. I’m still hungry, and you wouldn’t starve a cute little puppy, would you?’
‘…Have it your way.’
I raised both my hands and my paws in a kiss, letting the ravenous Iros do as he pleased, feeding on my energy with every touch.
Instead, I consciously and relentlessly self-healed.
‘So this is what they mean when they say a person dies from being sucked dry by a succubus.’

I’m not kidding, it’s so mind-blowing, giddy, and good, but it’s hard.

I wondered where the hell was the limit of Iros, and it felt like I was constantly pouring water on the poison underneath.

‘If it’s this vast, how have you been able to survive all this time?’

‘Ugh. I’ve always been so weak, it’s been so hard, so take more of me, give me more of you, Sierra.’

I thought as I returned Iros’s kiss, drunk on my energy.

Maybe when I wake up from this dream, he’ll be a different man.