"Hana… stop," I said firmly, holding out my hand. "Please. Tell me what's happening to you. Why… why do you have no future?"
She froze, her hands trembling midair. Her eyes, still glistening with tears, met mine briefly before dropping again. I could feel the tension radiating from her, the weight of something far heavier than the simple act she had intended.
Hana's trembling hands slid from the leaves of her bra and fell into her lap. She lowered her head, her voice breaking as she began to speak.
"My father… is the chief. A loyal servant to the king." Her words were slow, heavy, like stones dropping into a well. "Because of that loyalty, our families exist to serve the king. And tomorrow…" she swallowed hard, tears welling in her eyes, "…tomorrow I turn nineteen."
She shuddered.
"Tomorrow is the last day of my life as the chief's daughter. Tomorrow I'll be sent to the king's palace. I'll be given to him… and I'll have to bear his son in my womb."
Her hands clenched tightly, her nails digging into her palms.
"Since I was a child, I've been told to prepare for this moment. I was raised for it and i was prepared for it. I owed my life to the king."
Her shoulders shook, but her voice sharpened with a mixture of despair and defiance.
"But after I met you… things changed, i convince myself but i can't now" She lifted her head slightly, and for the first time her eyes locked with mine, glistening with tears. "…my heart and my body fell for you. And with this… impure state, I won't be able to bear the king's pure blood in my womb this would bring unfortune and despair so after today's… I will drown myself to repent for my actions."
Her last words trembled out like a dying flame. She looked at me, waiting, but already resigned to her fate.
I replied firmly, my voice low but steady. "You don't need to die for me, Hana. Why can't you just refuse the king?"
To me it was a simple, obvious thing to say. But the way her body stiffened, the way her eyes widened in horror, told me how dangerous those words were. To her, what I'd just suggested might as well have been treason.
She shook her head violently, tears spilling again. "I can't do this. If I refuse, my family will be destroyed. Everything will be tarnished. We do not refuse the king. He is the descendant of the gods' bloodline."
I blinked. God's bloodline?
"God's bloodline? How come?" I asked, frowning.
Her gaze drifted to the floor as she whispered, as though even saying the words too loudly might summon punishment.
"Thousands of years ago, the mystical gods transcended from heaven and created this world. Among them was one god who chose the humans as his own. Our ruler is his descendant. That is why his blood is pure. That is why we must serve."
She said it with such conviction, such fear, that I could feel the cage she'd been raised inside her whole life.
These people are bound by superstition and foolishness, I thought, a flash of frustration burning in me. There's no sense of freedom here. But maybe… if they disobey, the king's might will crush them. That's the reality they live under.
I exhaled softly and reached out. "You don't need to bow. Raise your head."
She hesitated but lifted her face, tears streaking her cheeks.
I looked her straight in the eyes and said gently but firmly, "And how does having an intimate relationship with me make you impure? According to…" I paused for a moment, deciding to improvise, "…my friend. She is the Goddess of Love. In heaven, the more you love, the purer you become. Whatever feelings you have for me aren't a fall from grace — they're an ascent. You're not falling in love, Hana. You're rising in it."
Her lips parted slightly as she stared at me, stunned, as if no one had ever spoken such words to her before.
Her eyes widened slightly, shimmering in the dim light.
"So… I will become more pure?" she asked softly, almost like a child trying to confirm a secret.
"Yes," I said, my voice steady. "You will. But tell me, Hana… do you really want to serve the king?"
The question seemed to hollow out the air between us. Her faint smile faded, her gaze dropping to the floor. Silence lingered for several heartbeats.
Then, with a trembling exhale, she whispered, "If God can make my wish true…" she looked up at me again, tears brimming in her eyes, "…then I want to be at your side for the rest of my life, Lord."
"May your wish be fulfilled," I whispered, my voice barely louder than the wind outside.
Before I could say another word, she gently placed her hand over my mouth, silencing me. Her eyes shimmered — not with fear, but with resolve. Under the pale wash of moonlight, she let go of everything that bound her, every chain of duty and fear that her world had placed on her.
Her words hung in the air, fragile and desperate, but also fierce in their sincerity. For a moment, the weight of her devotion felt almost like a physical force pressing against me.
she peeled away the last layer of her dress and moved closer, she started to undress me. Before we knew it, we were both naked, her body nestled in my embrace. The warmth and ecstasy were palpable; it was a novel experience for us, my first intimate moment. Hana's eyes were a striking dark black, and her chest was impressively large, challenging to hold even with both hands. Her backside was soft and enticingly bouncy