Mercy and Resentment

Twice in the past few days, they had encountered zombies.

Both times, he had nonchalantly summoned blue flames in his hands and incinerated them.

Heesoo had been too shocked to even react—he treated it no differently than stepping on an ant.

‘Is he trying to help me?’

Every morning and night, he would take her to the river to wash her face, even carefully wiping her runny nose.

It confused her.

She should have felt relieved, thinking he saw her as nothing more than a doll.

But something felt off.

The first night they met, when she had pleasured him with her mouth, he had reacted with intense pleasure.

The hands that had initially pushed her away were only out of courtesy.

So she had been prepared to do it again.

A man who craved touch as much as he did surely wouldn’t refuse.

He fed her, gave her shelter, protected her—offering him that much was the least she could do.