Desire

Persian lips were burning. Azin opens his eyes and looks at the nearby Persian face. She doesn't detect the eyes. Her eyes were as transparent and cold as polished glass. It wasn't a lover's kiss. It was not a beast who was filled with lust and devoted to instinct. Persian doesn't seem to have any expression or emotion. Nonetheless, she was loyal.

Persian lips rub against Azin's lips and open them. His tongue is hot and wet, filling his mouth with pain. With tongues and tongues intertwined, Persian lips slightly bit Azin's lower lip. Azin's body is firmly fixed, so the only thing moving is Persian. She naturally wraps her arms around Azin's neck and turns her head to focus on the kiss.

Throughout the year, her expression remained unchanged. Cold, transparent red eyes like glass. Flawless cheeks. All it does is move its lips and tongue. It was a dry kiss that did not even breathe rough. Ajin wanted to push her away. I wanted to shout, "What the hell are you doing?" But no matter how much he empowered his body, he was unable to move. Persian stock has completely deprived him of his freedom.

Liar, coward. What Persian shot at him messed with his mind, running around in Azin's head. I don't deny her words. Azin knew he was. He's a liar, a coward, a selfish man. The sincerity of others, the sincerity of others. Use, cheat, betray and postpone if necessary. It's true. Ajin knows it himself.

It is also admittedly because the boundaries of Persia made wild assumptions about her mind. The real Persian Duna is different from the Persian Duna that Azin identified. Ajin has only guessed Persian so far, and there is no guarantee that it is the same as reality. However, I cannot completely admit that.

The Persian that Azin saw was the Devil. Who can kill himself anytime, and who can make himself a vampire at any time. And she was one of the freest in her relationship with Ajin. Acacia cannot be a god if Azin dies. Raw snow scent cannot escape immortality if Azin dies. Persian said if Azin dies...

I have nothing to lose. That was the main reason for Azin's vigilance against Persia. Too thin a relationship with yourself. Between Persian and Azin, there was little kindness, little trade and little reward, and Azin did not trust a relationship made of unrequited love or kindness. If Persian wanted it, she should have appealed it to Azin. Don't deny yourself, I'm on your side. But Persian didn't. She knew that he was wary of her, but did not change his attitude, and imprinted that she was always a predator by accusing him of being a vampire and biting his neck to drink blood.

Creating an image is an act. It was Azin who made him think he was a monster.

“Whoa. ”

It's Persian Duna. Her lips are falling off. Persian takes a step back, stealing the entrance with the back of his hand. My lips were still burning. Persian sticks out his tongue, licking his lips, and stares at him.

“... you're free to move. ”

The small horse mutters and relieves Azin of his pink. Azin wipes his lips roughly with his sleeve and looks at Persian. Persian stares at Azin without saying a word. Her expression had changed a bit. It was self-loathing. Persian glances sideways, not at the pain. She lets out a low sigh, touching her lips that had just come into contact with pain.

“.. someone thinks I took it by force. ”

My lips are still hot. Azin spits out at Persic. Persian doesn't answer. Looking down and looking at Persian touching his side head, Azin looks down. There is no shadow. It is still closed.

Ajin approaches Persic.

“Why did you do this? ”

I pressed and asked the voice I wanted to raise. Persian doesn't answer. Azin grabs Persian's shoulder, turning his head without looking at him. It was a thin shoulder that was caught all in one hand. Azin turns her around and makes her see herself.

“.. are you satisfied? ”

“Never.”

Persian mutters. She's still snowing, and she doesn't see pain. Ajin sighs.

“.. do I blame Persian? ”

“If I had done what I deserved. ”

Persian mutters, avoiding his gaze. Hearing that, he scratched his head with his hands. He said his lips were taken, and he didn't want to whine. Keeping your mouth shut and logging out won't hurt to shut up and sleep. The Persian fantasy that Azin imagined was a fantasy that Azin had made on his own. Persian saying it himself proves that she's not just a vampire who wants to bite, as Azin thinks. This way, Persian won't have to bite the pain.

“.. Persian always wanted me. ”

“Come now. ”

Persian mutters, glancing at Azin. Ajin sighs and speaks.

“What do you want me to have, a vampire? Or as a human.”

“It's just, Azin wants it. ”

Persian turns his head to look at Azin. She smiles bitterly, looking at her eyes.

“Then it doesn't matter if I'm not a vampire. ”

“It would be nice to be a vampire. ”

“I've said no many times, but I don't intend to be a vampire. At least not yet, and I... ”

Azin takes a deep breath.

“I don't intend to be anyone's. I am mine and nobody's. Not even my master can own me. The same goes for Persian.”

“I told Racunda earlier that I belonged to the Master. ”

“As Persian said, I'm a liar. If it makes you feel better... I'll lie to you like that. ”

“So, to me? ”

“Persian knows everything, so there's no need to lie. I don't intend to be Persian. ”

Persian shuts up and stares at Azin. Azin smiles bitterly, her gaze returning.

“When I say this, do you dislike me, Persian? ”

“I wouldn't do this if I didn't want to. ”

“Then there's no problem. I didn't hate it either. Rather thankful. I can't believe someone as beautiful as Persian thinks I am. ”

“Don't put that on your mouth. What else are you thinking? ”

Persian narrows his eyes and stares at the pain. He shrugged his shoulders.

“The smoke is caught, but it's not foolish enough to continue. There's no lie in me thanking Persian. ”

“Oh, really? Then I'm even more miserable. Thank you, sorry. This is it, isn't it? Well, I didn't expect it anyway. I'm gonna be a toothless vampire, and I'm gonna be an animal that can bite you and chew through your teeth anytime. Son of a bitch and a man.”

“Persian.”

Ajin sighs and stops her.

“I won't deny that I thought of you that way. My attitude was blatant, so it's strange that Persian didn't notice. However, it is not my fault that I regard you as such. ”

“... what are you talking about? ”

“It's also his fault that I took you for what you are. Persian always wanted my blood, and he told me that he was tired of being a vampire, that he was ready to bite me. I don't want to be a vampire, but it's natural to be wary of Persians. ”

“I did nothing! ”

Persian yells loudly. At that shout, he frowns and turns back.

“Why are you pretending not to? You really don't think so? ”

The words silenced Persian lips. It was because I couldn't deny what Ajin said. Persian mutters, his gaze shifting to the side.

“I was just, I was just kidding.”

“Frogs get beaten to death by a stone that a young child throws as a joke. ”

“What are you talking about? Where's the frog? ”

“I mean, in this case, you're Persian, and I'm a frog. ”

“Why is Ajin a frog? ”

Persian raises his eyebrows as if he didn't understand. In saying that, he sighed heavily.

“... Persian is telling me that I might be scared of a prank. Why would you joke about that? ”

“.. because it's fun. ”

Persian grunts in a small voice.

“When I showed my nature, he always shrunk. You think you don't know when I'm going to bite your neck, you're alert, you're afraid. I enjoyed seeing him. ”

He's not an elementary school student. He looks at Persian because he's crazy. What is different from playing a mean prank to attract the attention of a girl whom a young boy likes?

“Don't. ”

“Why?”

“I'm afraid of you, Persian, because you keep making fun of me like that. ”

“If I hadn't kept my distance like that, wouldn't Ajin just think of me as a relief? ”

Persian takes a sharp look and asks. In saying that, he shook his head.

“.. You don't know me as well as I do Persian. ”

“I don't know what? ”

“It's true that I have sought your help several times, but I have never refused your request for a price. Even if Persian doesn't keep his distance on purpose, I will always return the favor if Persian does. ”

Even though the black snow scent taught him to do nothing, he was giving back. Winning this game is the best reward for the taste of black snow. But Persian cannot be rewarded for winning this game.

“.. and, well, I'll do what I can. I do a little too much work, and even if it seems impossible, I do it. ”

Before the start of First, Ajin was a target journalist who played games in a hard-core manner. Challenging the hard stuff was the only entertainment he enjoyed, and the achievement he got by completing it was the greatest satisfaction he could get. It's the same for First. Asking Persian for help was something Azin could never do. Turn people into vampires or help yourself defeat some bandits. I ask Persian to help me with this kind of work, but I don't ask for anything else.

“So... Persian doesn't need to keep his distance while playing games like that. ”

“... stop fooling around. So he thinks differently about me, is that it? ”

“I suppose so.”

“So what changes? ”

The voice of Persian annoys me.

“I'm just your assistant after all. What difference does it make from the relationship we've had so far?”

“I won't be afraid of Persian. ”

Azin's words cut Persian off.

“The distance Persian fears will be narrowed... at least, we can be friends. ”

“.. a friend? ”

Azin nods.

“Yes, friend. ”

“Let's start with friends. What is this? ”

Persian eyes narrow. She squeezes her arms together, grinning.

“Well, okay. I don't think that's bad either. Ajin said he didn't intend to be Racunda's, so starting with a friend, it's not unlikely. ”

Persian sneers and reaches out to Azin. Azin looks at him for a moment and reaches out and grabs Persian's hand.

“Okay, Ajin. We're friends from today on. ”

“Yes, thank you very much. ”

Persian waves his hand as he shudders. As she shakes her arms, he sighs.

This is the right side.

At least that's what Azin thought.

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