Yura looked at me, her expression softening with understanding. Without a word, she climbed into bed beside me, wrapping her arms around me in a comforting embrace.
"Shh, it's okay, Jiyeon. I'm here," she whispered, stroking my hair soothingly.
I buried my face in the crook of her neck, feeling a rush of relief at her presence. However, I couldn't help but notice a faint scent of strawberries that enchanted me. My instincts kicked in, and I reached to remove the pheromone suppressor from Yura's neck, wanting to indulge more in the sweet fragrance. But Yura immediately grabbed my hand.
"No, Jiyeon, you mustn't do that," she said firmly.
Confused and still under the influence of my instincts, I looked at her with pleading eyes. "But... it smells so good," I murmured, my voice tinged with longing.
Yura sighed, her expression torn between amusement and concern. "I know, but you need to control yourself, Jiyeon. Please," she said, her voice gentle but firm.
Feeling a pang of guilt, I reluctantly withdrew my hand, nodding in understanding. "I'm sorry, Yura. I'll try," I promised, my voice barely above a whisper.
Yura smiled, relieved. "Thank you, Jiyeon. I know it's hard, but you're doing great," she said, her voice filled with warmth and encouragement.
I sighed, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside me. The struggle to control my instincts was overwhelming, but Yura's presence gave me the strength to keep fighting.
We lay together in silence for a while, the only sound in the room the quiet rhythm of our breathing. Yura's arms around me were a source of comfort, and gradually, I felt my tension begin to ease.
"Yura?" I murmured after a while, breaking the silence.
Then, I remembered the inhibitors . With a renewed sense of determination, I made my way over to where I had left them on the bedside table. Hastily, I grabbed one of the small vials and quickly administered the dose, hoping it would alleviate some of my symptoms.
As I waited for the inhibitors to take effect, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the back of my mind. Despite Yura's reassurances and the inhibitors, I couldn't help but worry about the unpredictable nature of my estrus.
Just then, there was a soft knock at the door, pulling me out of my thoughts. Surprised, I called out for the person to enter, wondering who it could be at this early hour.
The door creaked open, and to my surprise, it was one of the maids who worked in the manor. She entered the room with a small tray in hand, a warm smile on her face.
"Good morning, Miss Jiyeon. I brought you some breakfast," she said kindly, setting the tray down on the bedside table.
I returned her smile gratefully, touched by her thoughtfulness. "Thank you, that's very kind of you," I replied, feeling a sense of gratitude for the gesture.
The maid nodded before turning to leave the room, but before she could, I stopped her with a question. "Excuse me, do you know where Yura is?" I asked, curious about her whereabouts.
The maid hesitated for a moment before responding. "Miss Yura left early this morning. She had some errands to attend to," she explained vaguely, avoiding my gaze.
I nodded, although disappointment gnawed at my heart. I had hoped to spend more time with Yura, especially during such a challenging time for me. However, I understood the importance of her responsibilities and didn't want to burden her further.
Once the maid had left the room, I turned my attention back to the breakfast tray. Despite my worries, I knew I needed to eat something to keep up my strength. With a sigh, I picked up a piece of fruit from the tray and forced myself to take a bite, hoping it would settle my queasy stomach.
As I ate, I couldn't shake the feeling of loneliness that lingered in the air. Despite the bustling activity of the manor outside my room, I felt strangely isolated, as if I were the only one in the world.
With a heavy heart, I finished my breakfast and set the tray aside. As I sat alone in the quiet room, I couldn't help but wonder what the day would bring and whether I would be able to face it alone.