Happy times always pass quickly.
Just like the previous three days, a night would unconsciously go by.
In those three days, Shane typically woke after sunrise.
But this time, Shane woke up before dawn.
No, it should be said that this night, Shane truly hadn't slept at all.
Then, he received merciless beatings from a certain Enchanting Demon.
"I'm going to kill you, damn soul!"
Chafne, with a tired face but brimming with anger, propped up her strengthless body, grabbed a pillow, and started smashing it toward Shane like her life depended on it.
"You... you're murdering your own husband...!?"
Shane, also nearly exhausted, struggled to block the continuous pillow attacks and almost threw out his back due to the excessive motion.
However, seeing Shane didn't make Chafne show any mercy; rather, she grew even angrier.
"What happened to staying alert? What happened to stopping at the right time?"
Feeling her body become tired once again, Chafne really wanted to bite Shane to death.
"I... I just couldn't hold back, okay?"
Shane knew he was at fault and showed an awkward expression, grimacing because his back and waist ached again.
Yes, Shane had faltered yet again.
The reason was nothing but getting carried away.
"I finally understand why I unconsciously overworked myself like that for the past few days." Shane complained, "It's not that I didn't want to stop; I just couldn't stop at all."
There was no helping it, how could he when his opponent was none other than the Enchanting Demon, known as the most beautiful throughout the Three Realms?
It wasn't just her looks; the Witch's figure, the delicacy of her skin, the softness of her body, and the mature sexiness that emanated from within, all made one unable to stop.
She was a true Fairy, a Demoness that could make men willing to die happily under her belly.
That kind of extreme pleasure, even thinking of it now made Shane want to recklessly exhaust himself until completely spent.
But Chafne didn't see this as a compliment.
"You... get out!" Chafne could only shakily raise her hand, pointing at the door, roaring furiously, "From today onwards, you're not allowed to touch me!"
Clearly, Chafne was furious.
"Really mad?" Shane then blinked and scoffed, "Okay, I got it, I'm wrong, alright?"
Initially, when he was seduced helplessly, only wanting to give in to his desires, Chafne didn't show much resistance, Shane thought this Witch didn't oppose his actions.
Who would have thought, after the fact, Chafne reacted so strongly?
Such was Shane, completely unaware that Chafne's anger was largely due to helplessness.
Not for any other reason but because she couldn't resist Shane's dominance.
It should be noted that this time was different; Chafne's Power was not restrained, and she could have refused Shane's advances.
However, when Shane pounced, Chafne hadn't resisted at all, which was the real reason she was so angry.
In other words, she wasn't angry at Shane, but at herself.
Although, she also knew that it wasn't that she didn't want to resist, but that she truly couldn't resist.
After all, as previously mentioned, after having such a relationship, Shane couldn't avoid being influenced by Chafne's Power, and Chafne couldn't refuse Shane's closeness either.
This was the limitation of her Unique Skill, ensuring that in the presence of Shane, Chafne no longer had the ability to resist.
That was indeed the reason why Chafne couldn't refuse Shane.
However, knowing very well about this situation, Chafne could only sulk, find a pretext, and vent her anger.
Shane didn't know about this and thought it really was his excessive behavior that angered Chafne.
Chafne wouldn't explain this, but would just bite her teeth in secret.
"I'm not kidding with you." Chafne, seeming quite exasperated, said, "From now on, you're not allowed to force yourself on me, got that?"
Chafne was genuinely afraid of that powerless feeling, being manipulated and shamed.
Shane saw Chafne's genuine resistance and while saying this, also felt reluctant in his heart.
"Of course." Chafne didn't care about this, she looked at Shane very solemnly, adding, "I hope you understand, our relationship happened because of an accident, not because we both wished for it."
Chafne's words made Shane furrow his brows and fall silent.
Watching Shane , Chafne's tone softened.
"I know, last night you just couldn't help yourself, it wasn't because you have strong feelings for me, right?" Chafne said, "You're a man, I can understand your impulses, but you should really think about why you avoided me before."
Being reminded by Chafne made Shane realize,
"I didn't want to be like others, completely falling for your charm, forgetting my own stance, forgetting what I should do, even forgetting those beside me, only seeing you, becoming a pathetic fawning dog, so I avoided you."
Shane said this, somewhat understanding what Chafne was trying to say.
Actually, what Chafne wanted to say was quite simple.
"To be honest, I quite admire that side of you."
Chafne told the truth in front of Shane for the first time.
"I really despise those who fawn over me the moment they see me, those who even dedicate everything to me, clinging to me relentlessly. Such people are absolutely the dullest beings in the world."
That kind of easy surrender, unconsidered dedication, isn't something all women appreciate.
Chafne felt that those who couldn't move when they saw her lacked any persistence or commitment. Those who put all their focus on a woman, completely disregarding themselves and others, were only obedient puppets and dolls.
Therefore, Chafne gave Shane such high marks because he had his own ideas and principles and took the initiative to stay away from her.
But last night, Shane had somewhat lost control.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have suddenly pounced on her without saying a word.
It's true that Chafne herself was partly to blame, having said things in that scene that shouldn't have been said, which weakened the restraint of Shane, who had already won her over. But Shane's subsequent uncontrollable behavior was proof of his deep impulsiveness.
"You've already won me over. You're the first man in my life, and probably the last, so I don't want you to become the kind of dull person I despise. Do you understand?"
Chafne truly started to worry about this.
This time, what happened between her and Shane was merely a fluke, an accident.
But fortunately, the person involved was Shane, whom Chafne had admired to some extent. Considering various factors, Chafne eventually came to accept this fact.
If Shane became like those dull people, Chafne really wouldn't know what to do.
Considering this, Chafne's frantic anger might indeed be a warning about this issue.
Shane could feel what Chafne was thinking. His frown gradually relaxed.
"Alright," Shane sighed, his voice sincere this time, "I really was impulsive."
"It's good that you understand," Chafne's expression softened.
However, Shane took a different tone.
"That said, if you forbid me from touching you in the future, I can't agree."
Shane's words slightly startled Chafne.
He sat up and stared straight at Chafne, asking her a question.
"Do you want to end this relationship with me?"
Shane asked this question word by word.
Chafne felt a tightness in her chest, speechless.
To end this relationship?
That probably should be done, right?
Their relationship was ultimately an accidental fluke. Shouldn't such a relationship be ended?
"What would you do if I said yes?"
Instead of responding, Chafne retorted with feigned calmness.
"If it were another woman, I would definitely not agree, for I don't want to be a man who reneges on his responsibilities," Shane earnestly said. "But if it's you, I would accept it."
"I don't want you to think I'm the kind of man who, having an accidental relationship with you, clings to that point and pesters you ceaselessly." Shane looked at Chafne and lightly smiled, "You hate that, don't you?"
At his words, Chafne lifted her eyelids and looked directly at Shane.
Shane faced her stare unabashedly.
The two of them gazed at each other for a long time.
"Yes, that's what I despise the most."
Chafne's expression reverted to the joyous smile of a few days ago.
She could tell that Shane meant what he had just said.
If she chose to end this relationship, Shane would accept it without hesitation.
But that reassured Chafne instead.
At least, this man hadn't become someone who, once obtaining her, couldn't step out of the gentle world she provided and thus became utterly dull, selfish.
Shane also smiled, but he didn't continue the previous topic; rather, he grimaced as he rose, twisting his sore back, and got dressed.
Watching this scene, Chafne pulled over the blanket, covering her endlessly stunning, fiery body, leaving only her bare shoulders exposed.
Only then did Shane speak.
"I'm going back to lie down," Shane said helplessly. "Call me when it's time to leave."
Leaving those words behind, Shane left, his back and waist aching.
Chafne also felt that she needed to rest a bit longer.
"What a stubborn mule."
Chafne murmured, then lay back down.
Before closing her eyes, Chafne thought it was time to consider how she should deal with Shane in the future.
With this vague thought in mind, Chafne's lips curved up slightly, and she slowly sank into a deep sleep.