Revenge After Death



"Stephie." Steven reached out to hug me and nuzzled against me. He was using the same trick again. "I won't hurt myself anymore-I promise! I was wrong, and now, I only want to face everything together with you."

He looked at his leg tearily. "I can't do anything with my leg."

He was even trying to garner my sympathy now.

Steven tugged at the chain on his neck. "Stephie, you can keep me locked up for however long you want when it all ends, okay? I just want to face it with you. I don't want to hide in the attic like a useless burden."

I was starting to sympathize with him the more he continued.

"Stephie." I only saw that his pale neck was chafed by the chains when he called for me, revealing a bright red wound.

Steven must have struggled hard to break free from the chain, wanting to protect me.

There had always been mutual affection between us, yet our sacrifices were one-sided. He had always been willing to die for me, yet I didn't want him to continue to have that line of thinking.

"Don't you dare sacrifice yourself to save me again. I wo't live on my own if you die," I said in a choked sob, reaching out to unlock the chain on his neck.

Steven only had to act pitifully with that handsome face of his, and my heart would soften.

As expected, love was truly one's Achilles' heel-I had to admit to that.

I unlocked the keypad lock on the chain on Steven's neck before looking at him. 'I'm surprised you didn't get my password figured out. You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?'

He deliberately injured his neck so that I would feel bad for him.

Steven averted his gaze, clearly diffident. Yet he stubbornly said, "I couldn't get it."

I didn't call him out on it. Instead, I grabbed the first aid kit to help him clean his wound. The antiseptic stung badly due to the friction from the chain, making him flinch instinctively.

I reached out to grab his collar and gave him a teasing kiss on the lips. It felt really good.

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"You're feeling the pain now? Just endure it," I said with a threatening glare as I continued to tend to his wound.

His breath was slightly rugged. Disregarding his wound, he pulled me closer and kissed me.

"Joel told me that I can fool around with you as long as I don't kill you,' I mumbled as I straddled him.

Steven frowned, as if silently cursing Joel for being nosey. I chuckled before pushing him down onto the rug and kissing him once again.

The doorbell rang outside the three doors. It was clearly Michael, ruining our moment.

"Stephie." Steven, with his ruddy cheeks and reddening ears, grabbed at my wrist as he pleaded with me to let him out.

"Are you sure you want to go out looking like this?" I asked, my gaze falling onto his crotch area.

He was taken aback before hurriedly grabbing a blanket to cover himself. He coughed awkwardly and said, " You're doing it on purpose."

"All is fair in love and war." I got up and ruffled Steven's hair. 'I'll bring you down once you recover from your injuries. Just rest here while you recuperate."

He huffed, looking upset. However, he was easy to placate. Just a little attention when I get back tonight should do the trick.

Right now, it was more important to head out and give Michael a good beating-perhaps even set him up to meet the mastermind of Genome Society. He was shameless and useless anyway. That shouldn't get him killed.