I Became My Son's First Love - Chapter 50

‘When exactly?’

It wasn’t just that. The emotions that had been boiling inside him had completely subsided, leaving him with an odd feeling of emptiness. When he looked around slowly, Azazel was already gone, and the servants were silently cleaning the table, stealing glances at their master.

The butler, who had approached quietly, spoke cautiously, “It will be better next time.”

It was an inexplicable consolation.

“What do you mean?”

The butler glanced at the servants and then spoke again, “You dismissed the young master.”

“What…”

Though Dane had been angry, he hadn’t raised his voice loud enough for anyone outside to hear. But now, after hearing the butler’s words, his throat did feel a bit sore.

The butler reassured him, sensing his confusion. “The servants didn’t hear anything. I’ll make sure they keep quiet. Why don’t you rest now?”

Something felt off, as if a piece of him had been cut away. After seeing those turquoise eyes… His head felt strange.

A vague déjà vu crept over him. He was certain he had seen similar symptoms somewhere before. Shaking off the butler, Dane retreated to his study, shutting the door behind him.

***

What was this feeling of something being cut away, and why the déjà vu? No matter how hard he tried, nothing concrete came to mind. His head ached, and his body felt overwhelmingly tired. Rubbing his eyes, Dane’s gaze fell on a portrait hanging on the wall. It was a portrait of the first Count Hound—Chase Hell Hound.

The Hound family, one of the founding families of the empire, had survived the rise and fall of many noble houses over the centuries, always standing strong. Although there were families with greater power, none were as deeply rooted or had a legacy as unshakable as the Hound family.

However, the one thing that plagued the Hound family was a hereditary illness passed down through the generations. The nature of the illness was elusive—no one knew when it would manifest, nor could they identify its warning signs.

To make matters worse, those who had succumbed to the illness were often key figures in the family’s resurgence, which led the Hound family, during the times of stronger religious belief, to remove the “Hell” middle name from their lineage, fearing it might have cursed them. The name “Hell Hound,” or “Hound of Hell,” seemed to weigh heavily on their minds.

Amazingly, after they removed the middle name “Hell,” the number of family members affected by the illness significantly decreased, and it eventually became a forgotten disease. Dane himself would not have known of it if he hadn’t read through the family records during the succession process. But now, Dane’s symptoms resembled that very illness.

Suddenly, people would become dazed, unable to remember their own actions, with no awareness of the gaps in their memory. Typically, it was others who noticed the afflicted person’s strange behavior, but in Dane’s case, he had detected the signs of something wrong with himself.

He ran his hands over his body, checking for any changes that might have occurred during the time he couldn’t remember. Fortunately, apart from his sore throat, there didn’t seem to be any major issues. Then, as Dane’s hand brushed against his chest, he felt something.

Reaching into his jacket, Dane pulled out the letter and quill from Aeshath that he had hastily pocketed earlier. The once pristine quill had decayed, the feathers crumbling away. None of this made sense.

Too many strange things were happening in succession. Closing his eyes tightly, Dane tried to recall what had happened. There was one final confirmation to make after the illness manifested.

“Turquoise eyes…”

Eyes that intermittently appeared in dreams, watching them as if keeping vigil.

“But…”

He was different from his ancestors. He had seen those turquoise eyes just before his memory had faded, not after. That made two differences.

‘Why am I different?’

Dane’s gaze, which had been wandering blankly through the air, suddenly fixed on the decayed quill. Something he had that his ancestors did not. He stared at the quill for a moment before turning his attention back to Aeshath’s letter. It contained a brief message expressing sympathy after hearing that he had lost something valuable at her villa.

With trembling eyes, Dane looked at the quill once more before pulling out fresh paper. He carefully chose his words, writing a simple note that wouldn’t raise suspicion. He wrote that he really liked the quill and asked where Aeshath had acquired it.

This letter would be passed to Aeshath through the butler. Although Dane couldn’t yet piece together how the quill was connected to the strange events he had experienced, he had a strong feeling that it was significant.

‘But I can’t just sit around waiting.’

Dane turned to the bookshelf in his office. Behind it was a hidden collection of records accessible only to the heads of the Hound family. Always preferring leisure, Dane had only reviewed the essential documents after becoming head of the family, avoiding most of the historical records.

But perhaps… With a sliver of hope, he opened the bookshelf.

***

Azazel returned two days later, as promised, spending the night with Eve. She woke with a slight start, feeling his playful fingers tickling her side. She had dozed off at some point, and the room, which had been littered with clothes the night before, was now spotless. Without turning around, she could feel Azazel’s arms wrapped around her waist, his fingers mischievously teasing her sides.

Their eyes met as Azazel continued to playfully touch her, running his fingers over her soft side. Eve was about to tell him to leave since he had finished tidying up, but the sight of his face bathed in the morning sunlight made her lose the will to scold him. Instead, she simply lay back down, savoring his touch.

His hand slid from her side to her lower belly, pulling her body closer. His fingers traced her ribs before moving up to gently graze her tender breasts. When his hand brushed her already sore nipples, a jolt of pleasure made her body shudder. Ignoring her reaction, Azazel continued to lightly tease her nipples, his playful fingers causing her to tremble slightly.

Before she could push his hand away in irritation, Azazel’s palm enveloped her breast, squeezing gently. Her soft flesh yielded under his touch, and her nipples, now firmly in his grasp, began to harden. Moisture pooled between her legs once again as her body responded to his teasing touch.

“Mm…”

Eve let out a small moan, and Azazel’s hands grew bolder. She could feel the hard length of his erection rubbing against her buttocks, while his lips trailed soft kisses along the back of her ear. The swollen head of his cock slid between her thighs, rubbing against her slick entrance, and she could feel the heat of his body surrounding her.

Azazel buried his face in her hair, inhaling deeply, and the sound of his greedy breath made her lower abdomen tighten in anticipation. As his cock rubbed against her, his heart thumped steadily against her back, and his hands tightened around her, holding her close.

Eve tried to ignore it all, whispering softly, “The sun will be up soon.”

The room had brightened considerably since earlier. Azazel, who had been ignoring her protests, finally sighed and sat up, reluctantly pulling away. The warmth of his body left her feeling cold in the early morning air.

Eve watched as he moved, his slow, deliberate motions reminding her of how beautiful he was. Noticing her gaze, Azazel leaned down, kissing her neck, her cheek, and the corner of her eye in quick succession.

Despite the affection in his touch, Eve managed to push him away. Understanding her reluctance, Azazel sighed once more, dressing slowly. His leisurely pace allowed Eve to admire his well-toned body. His firm buttocks, strong thighs, and perfectly sculpted back were a sight to behold.

His cock, no longer as swollen, retained a soft pink hue, still captivating in its own way. His tightly woven back muscles, the elegant shape of his shoulder blades, the firm waist, and the well-built thighs all made his body one that drew the eye the longer one looked.

He dawdled as he dressed, but by the time the sun was fully high in the sky, he could no longer delay and finally slipped out through the secret passage.

Eve, glancing at the steadily brightening sky, blinked her tired eyes. Her body, exhausted from Azazel’s relentless torment throughout the night, was too worn out for sleep to come.

As she idly scanned the room while waiting to fall asleep, her gaze landed on the letter from Dane in the bedside drawer. She pulled it out and let out a small sigh. How unwell must he be to cancel plans on the very day of their appointment?

‘Is his condition really that bad?’

Considering that she owed him a favor, Eve thought that perhaps a visit wouldn’t be a bad idea. After placing the letter back on the desk, she closed her eyes.

***

At the same time that Eve drifted back to sleep, Dane, having stayed up all night, staggered to the floor, too disoriented to even think about organizing the mess of books scattered around the room. It was completely out of character for him.

A book he had just been examining lay discarded on the floor. He stared at it blankly for a long moment before seeming to come to a decision.

Slowly, he pulled himself up and sat at his desk. He wrote two letters in quick succession and then urgently rang the bell. As if waiting for the signal, the butler entered the study and bowed his head.