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med to think Damia was a special person.
However, he meant that ‘night’ I spent with you was special, not ‘you.’

A man who only wanted pleasure instead of love kissed her palm.
Then he tilted his head and asked cruelly.

“But why do I have to finish such a good thing and do it only once? I don’t understand.”

His seductive attitude toward Damia expressed brazen confidence.
There was no fear of being rejected reflected in his steady, intense gaze and grin.

Dami looked up at the handsome face without a word.
The sweet, dark skin, sharp features, purple eyes, and sensual lips were shockingly beautiful.
A better man than this would be hard to find even if she searched the entire kingdom.

So Damia knew that once she gave her heart to him, his beauty would become a deadly blade and be stuck in her heart.

“Because I… I don’t want you.”

replied Dami, who smiled half-heartedly.
The unexpected answer wiped the smile off Akkard’s face.
After seeing this, Damia shook her head and explained:

“Sir Akkard, you’re like fire.
You are a good partner to burn the night away.
But it’s too dangerous to get closer for longer than that because there will definitely be irreversible burns.

Her voice was as sweet as the spring breeze.
But the meaning contained in it was clear.
Akkard stared at the face of the woman who refused him and laughed quietly.

“Ha.”

Akkard knew she was not a woman who pretended not to like men to lead them now.
It was obvious by her speech and behavior.

So Damia’s refusal is probably sincere.
However, her red cheeks and shining eyes that looked at him as if he was wonderful were also sincere.

Akkard clenched his teeth and managed to smile.
He said it lightly anyway.
It’s just that he had experience seducing others, so he was able to talk to her and be more convincing.

So even if Dami rejected him, he didn’t think it would be a big blow.
But it was.
He couldn’t understand why she rejected him with such a heated look.

‘Why the hell are you pushing me away? You’re attracted to me!’

At that moment, he grabbed her shoulders and shook her, with an intense urge to ask why.
His bloody hands trembled to curb strong violence.
Taking advantage of the shake, Damia, who crawled out of his hands, stepped back and turned away.

“Thank you, Sir Akkard, for visiting.
Please return home carefully.”

Akkard looked at Damia’s retreating back, unbelieving.

Akkard, with a wicked gaze, followed her with his eyes until she completely disappeared from sight.
Damia never looked back.