Chapter 126 - STOP

This prideful man will not let a mere woman reject him, would he? "Can't you understand that? I never wanted anyone before you. I'm lost, I don't know what to do from here. Rym, don't hate me, huh?" He held her chin but she brushed his hands off. Lapil bit his lips with his eyes filled with anguish.

"Lapil..." She called her problematically. She touched her jaw that he gripped earlier and it still hurts. Seriously, these men and their strengths. She looked him in the eyes, and he was giving her such a pitiful look, does he realize how angelic his face was? How could she even ignore his plea? They stared at each other's eyes, and Yanarym sighed with puppy eyes. 

"This will be our farewell, okay?" She whispered to him and clasped his cheeks between her hands. She leaned closer to him, and he felt her warm breath on his lips. Before he could comprehend what she was trying to do, she planted soft kisses on his lips. Pecking, smacking, and skimming her soft and damp lips to his, again, again and again. 

Lapil was stunned at first but he recovered immediately. He placed both of his hands on her waist and the kiss gradually deepened as soon as he reciprocated. Lapil started to suck her lips to his mouth and Yanarym let his tongue enter to explore. They lock their mouths, exchanging blows with their tongues. 

Lapil savored her tenderly, he subconsciously laid her to the bed and roamed his lips to her cheeks and her neck and back again to her lips. He lose his logic, his reason snapped. He was engulfed by this sensation of wanting her more, devouring her more, pleasing her more. 

"N-no… Lapil." Yanarym held Lapil's face when he was about to get her naked to explore her body even more. He looked at her absentmindedly, his eyes were lustful at the same time it was filled with affection. "We should stop." She softly reminded him. 

Lapil, who seems to have gone deaf and hypnotized, did not halt. Instead, he kissed her lips again. His hands roamed her body trying to find where it could rest. 

"La-lapil..." Yanarym moans his name, snatching his hands to prevent them from stimulating her. "No more p-please?" She begged him as she looked into his eyes. Lapil's eyes seemed to be drifting somewhere like he was spellbound from her touch. He breathes on her lips and closes his eyes and leans his forehead on hers--- he's really losing his mind. 

Lapil decided to cease his movements and kissed her lips for the last time. "I'll stop." He said huskily and combed her hair.

He will stop, for now, just now. He thought and as he gazed into her eyes again. 

"Thank you," she mumbled. Although they had not continued, Lapil remained on pinning her on the bed and embracing her tightly. He caressed her cheeks by running his fingers on every corner of her face. 

He was still processing that she was no longer his illusion. That the women in the forest were no ghost or goddess but a human. Like him, where he could touch, he could reach-- however, not his. Yet, he wouldn't be restrained by that, so, what if she was betrothed to that young Datu? He's the son of Rajah. There was nothing in this world he couldn't have. 

And clearly, she likes him too. If not, she would not kiss him, she would not be with him. She would struggle away. But she was here in his arms.

If he stole her from Datu Achis, they could be together. Him and her in this puod, the next Hara and Rajah. He could give her a better life than Datu Achis could. He's the future Rajah, her life would be much better if she became Hara, the only woman who could be beside him. 

Yanarym yawned as she had no idea what was going on in Lapil's head. She's tired and the alcohol's effect still doesn't disperse. Her mind was still spinning round and round and round. 

Lapil smiled adoring her pouting lips and wrinkled forehead. He continues to muffle her hair to sleep. "What's wrong?"

"I'm dizzy… " She replied, blinking her eyes. Lapil chuckled and guided her eyes to close. 

"You should rest." Saying this, Yanarym made herself relaxed and slept with no worries. When he felt that she had stabilized her breathing, he stole another kiss from her lips before standing up on the bed. He watched her for another minute then left the room with a smile on his face. 

Famir who was guarding the room in the distance saw his master coming out with a bubbly mood. Which was a rare view, it was not a phony smile but a genuine one. 

"G-ginoo, what did you do to the Bai?" He asked, looking distressed. He had not seen his master had taken interest in a woman. He had seen his worst evil way of killing yet he did not see him goad someone sexually. 

The image of restraining and forcing the woman in the dark replayed on his head. It turns out his master was a man after all, so, it was reasonable to impose such an act, he merely covets the woman he desires. And he fancied a woman who would dress from head to toe-- huh, his master had a weird taste for women. 

Although Famir did not see her face, he could assume that she was a beauty. Lapil wouldn't like an ugly woman, would he? 

But that was not his concern, what worried him was the woman Lapil just touched was the woman of one of the Rajah's guests. If Ginoo had really fancied her, it would be hard for him to attain her, especially since she was someone else's woman.. Well, if it was rather a fling, he could have an affair with her… right? It's good if the woman was single though, the Ginoo could have her legally.