Chapter 76: Chapter 39.2

He continued to suck, lick and nibble on her skin with his teeth.

“Oh! It hurts, Cassian.”

She wanted to hold her moans back but she couldn’t help them from ing out.

“Wait. Wait. Wait. Was this  truly working?”

Yernia was not Esper so of course, she wouldn’t know if it was effective.

All Yernia had to do as a guide was to release her abilities through skin contact.

She was still doing that by holding hands with Cassian but she still had no idea if offering her neck would work.

“I think I’m being more stable than before.”

Certainly, Cassian’s expression looked much better.

“Still, I don’t think this will do—-”

“Shall we do more?”

She was so suspicious of him that she decided she couldn’t do anything more than this.

Startled by Cassian’s words, Yernia felt his smiling mouth on the surface of her skin.

She could hear him chuckle despite his pursed lips.

“Just my neck, Cassian. Just my neck.”

“Yes. Yes.”

She glowered at his ecstatic face for a while before closing her eyes and her body trembled every time Cassian bit her.

Just showing him wasn’t enough.

***

The stinking, shabby residence was full of noise.

The sound of cries, screams and broken tablewares filled the streets.

It was familiar to Jennan as he climbed the stairs attached to the red brick house.

The instant he arrived at his house located on the second floor, he reached for the doorknob.

At that moment, he felt a sense of foreboding.

He knew that the door was open but the gap seemed too small that one wouldn’t realize if he/she didn’t look at it closely.

Jennan was annoyed at the woman he met yesterday.

Not only had she shown him off like a trophy all day, but her babbling had threatened his eardrums to explode.

She had made him feel like a beggar, but he couldn’t believe that he had to deal with a thief right now.

How can he be so unlucky?

“The robber will e out at any minute.”

Was there really a thief in his house?

He couldn’t care less if he was actually there.

Having lived on this streets for a long time, he was confident enough to overpower the bastard.

Jennan went inside and went to the kitchen.

His footsteps halted when he heard a familiar voice.

“Was the width of Baroness Stephanie’s skirt wide enough for you?”

Jennan’s back stiffened.

A man with his hair bed neatly at the back was looking around his house.

The man’s countenance seemed familiar as the expensive wall paintings which didn’t match the house, dried-up pots, and random bottles of liquor were displayed in the background.

“Who are you?”

Jennan shook his head, feeling like he had seen him before but he just couldn’t place a name on him.

Still, he thought nothing of it.

He was probably one of the husbands  of one of the ladies he had been dating.

The current situation he was in just didn’t happen once or twice.

“You had seen me a while ago but you couldn’t even remember.”

Jennan couldn’t recognize him.

He had met countless people as an opera singe and so many women had enjoyed playing fire with him.

The last person she had met was Baroness Stephanie.

He had ingratiate himself in her life and she had given him expensive paintings in exchange.

“I don’t know who you are, but please leave.”

“You don’t even know why I’m here.”

“I don’t want to hear it from someone who has walked into someone else’s house without permission.”

“You really can’t call this a house.”

Jennan was furious at the man for insulting his home.

“What do you want from me?”

He was tired and he couldn’t wait to close his eyes.

Just an hour of rest was all he needed.

Then, he would put his makeup on and go to the stage to sing and meet the nobles.

He would eat, kiss the aristocrat’s a*ses, and then, he would spend the day in another nice place other than his boring home.

That was his daily routine.

He lived a humble life, but he didn’t care.

It didn’t matter if these ladies’ husbands came and challenged him to a fistfight, or if they kicked him out on the streets.

Rather, he considered it an opportunity to buy these ladies’ sympathy

Some of these women were stupid enough to give him a house as a gift.

So far, he ended up selling the houses they bestowed upon him to pay off his family’s gambling debts.

“You should keep living like this.”

“What do you mean?”

Jennan didn’t feel any guilt from the infidelity he had mitted.

All he did was give each other what they wanted.

“Stay on the ground where you’re supposed to be. Don’t you dare go overboard.”

Jenan looked straight at the man.

The man’s eyes were sharp and his lips were red.

From his appearance, Jennan could tell that the man hadn’t known ‘hard work’ at all.

His relaxed yet arrogant aura had bled from his head down to his toes despite his attempts to hide it.

He dropped a bottle of liquor near his shoes and it shattered on the floor.

“Don’t play tricks on innocent people who don’t know what you are.”

He disliked innocent women very much.

Jennan adored ladies who enjoyed everything they did, so he could give them what both of them wanted.

“Who are you talking about? Baroness Stephanie wasn’t innocent at all.”

She was the most recent woman he had been involved with.

Had her husband already caught him?

It didn’t matter if he got caught.

“Yernia Lecardo.”

The man looked at Jennan with displeasure.

“If you approach her, I’ll make your life a living hell.”