I don't know how much Seiren knew about my position within the Hyuga clan or my relationship with Soo-Won, maybe he suspected something but since he was aware of the hurt Soo-Won's death left me with, he'd decided against asking me.
Either way, it was clear that Seiren only brought up the topic if he had no other choice, having seen me closing up when I was questioned by the Peace Patrols after the events on that day. The only reason why no one died, during my questioning, was due to Seiren's familiar presence.
It'd calmed me.
Even though, the monster hiding deep within my Soul had demanded to be unleashed. That monster was born as the result of me being sacrificed to Hell and then coming back, alive. I never did claim that having been sent there didn't affect me, it did. People just assumed it.
Most of the time I simply acted like nothing there was wrong with me. But you don't go to another world and come back without any sort of consequences. For me, it was both Faustus and the monster residing within my Soul. The experience had ripped me apart, leaving me with nothing but shrouded in darkness, wallowing in self-loathing guilt I couldn't rid myself of.
I'd seen the way Setsu glanced at me, whenever he thought I wasn't looking, and I knew that he suspected something. At the very least, he'd felt demonic mana from the necklace around my neck. Because whenever Setsu was in my presence, he was always stiff and wary.
Somewhere in the distance, a creature howled. Followed by several car sirens going off, all at once, and a loud explosion. But none of that mattered to me, at least not now.
"I never said that I was yours," I said slowly, grinning a bit, as I pulled myself up so that I was facing him. There was a slight jolt of pain running through my body, which I managed to ignore. If I wanted to, I could touch him just by reaching out my hand that's how close we sat.
All I could see and focus on was the man sitting in front of me. It was almost as if nothing else mattered, not while I was alone with him. Well, as alone as we could be with the connection between me and Faustus blocked by Seiren.
"You never denied it either," Seiren said, and as he leaned towards me, he placed his hand on my right cheek, softly caressing it with his finger.
A shiver ran down my spine.
It felt as if time stopped as we stared at each other, and I greedily drank in the sight before me, memorizing the way he smiled at me, how he sat and the way his black suit fit him as if it was meant for him.
It made me feel as though I was a silly teenager, once again, who often fantasized about the idea of Seiren. But not once had I dared to think he'd ever find me as interesting as I found him because I knew about his extracurricular activities when he wasn't out doing the jobs Clan heads gave him. And one time, I'd nearly walked in on him having sex with a woman, who wasn't me.
A woman, whom I knew to be married and held a certain power that I now knew Seiren desired. But back then, I was almost fifteen years old heart-broken and jealous girl, who didn't think straight when she stood there and watched the boy she loved having sex with another woman from her hiding spot behind the door. Someone had left the door slightly ajar, allowing me to peek through it, despite my gut feeling telling me not to.
Later, I got my revenge for something Seiren most likely had no idea about by sleeping with his best-friend, wanting to know how it would've felt to be with a guy like that woman did.
Ever since then, I've always hated that woman, and when I found her amongst those who were responsible for sending me to Hell…Hell hath no fury like a scorned woman.
I inched slightly closer to my best-friend, and the guy I once loved more than anything or anyone, looking straight into his ocean-colored eyes that sparkled brightly with different emotions. However, instead of seeing my reflection in his eyes, all I could see was a vast space that resembled an endless ocean. It was like he wasn't even here with me, but somewhere else.
It nearly reminded me of the feeling I got when I looked at Faustus and the feeling unsettled me more than I wanted to admit, the similarities shared between Seiren and Faustus were too much to be a simple coincidence. The only solace I got was the fact that Seiren didn't harbor demonic presence like Faustus did.
I took another step closer, running a hand through his messy hair. The image of him being with that woman ran through my mind, the way he'd touched her and she touched him. Jealousy gnawed in my stomach, despite the woman being long dead now. I'd killed most women he'd been with, at least ones I knew about.
"No," I said, nearly breathless with anticipation. "No, I haven't."
There were too many reasons as to why I never corrected Seiren's statement that I belonged to him. And one of them was the child within me, who'd loved Haruse Seiren more than a friend. It had been an easy fall for the strongest sorcerer in the world.
I'd admitted it to Soo-Won when we were stuck in Hell. He'd taken it better than I thought he would, muttering how he'd suspected it for a while. Soo-Won admitted that he knew why I'd slept with him in the first place, having seen me leaving the area where he knew Seiren was with that woman.
Seiren placed his hand on my waist, not once taking his eyes off of me, while his other hand kept caressing my cheek before he suddenly pulled me down to his lap. I crashed against him with a gasp, our lips collided in a heated battle for dominance.
Our tongues battled for dominance, and while I kept imagining Seiren with her, I couldn't help but feel as though I'd finally won in something. My hold on Seiren tightened, fearing it to be a dream or hallucination brought on by Faustus.
And even if it turned to be nothing more than a sick mind game played on me, I wanted it more than anything.
Seiren moved on from kissing my lips to pressing lingering kisses on my collarbone and neck, savoring every inch of my body. By now I was straddled on his lap, I could feel his hardened member throbbing against my womanhood as I purposefully rubbed myself against him. He moaned, followed by a curse, pulling me down for a heated kiss, and before I knew it, my back hit the couch.
I watched him hastily removing his collared shirt, carelessly throwing it away before my shirt followed his. My eyes widened at the sight of Seiren's half-naked body, mouth went try as I let my hand run on his muscular chest. My whole body felt like it was on fire, I was on the high cloud and I couldn't believe that this would finally happen.
For the first time since I returned from Hell, I felt like a twenty-one-year-old woman, whose life was just starting.
"Fuck, you're so beautiful, Aya," Seiren's voice sounded breathless and husky, his eyes ran over my body with greed.
I smiled, even when I flinched as his finger ran down on the burn scars on my right shoulder area. I unbuckled his jeans with shaking hands, too excited for what was going to happen to remain calm. I wasn't disappointed, I thought as I stared at Seiren's hardened cock. It stared back at me, almost mockingly.
I looked up at Seiren, he was staring at me with an expression I couldn't read before I touched his male pride. It throbbed, and curiosity got better of me as I dared to taste Seiren's cock.
Someone told me that a man and a woman can't be friends, and while I'd protested against the very idea, I now knew it to be true.
My hands started working on his cock while my mouth kept sucking on it as though I was eating a lollipop. Hearing Seiren moan as his hands gave my head a push gave me such adrenaline I hadn't felt with Soo-Won, I wanted to make him forget about all those other women I knew he'd been with. And those I didn't know.
I wanted to be the one that devoured Seiren's mind and body.
Greed took over my mind as I kept pleasing him, wanting him to come into my mouth.
"Fuck," Seiren groaned when he released his cum into my mouth. I drank it, making sure to lick his member clean before I let him kiss me. "You have no idea what you're doing to me, Aya."
"I do," I didn't.
"I won't be able to hold myself back." My bra was gone, his mouth sucked on my breasts, and his fingers their found way to my womanhood.
I moaned, my back arched as a tingling feeling of pleasure ran through my body. My fingers grabbed his hair, and an unwilling cry escaped from my lips as he started to thrust his fingers in me. My legs trembled with pleasure, resting on his body. The stronger his thrusts were, the more he hit my soft spot - the louder my moans became.
At this point, I didn't even care that we were fucking in the middle of Howling Aquilo's office, where anyone could walk in. I could nearly picture myself being the one I saw sleeping with Seiren six years ago. For a moment, I wondered if Seiren knew the reason why I really killed that woman.
"Then don't," I pleaded, calling out his name as I came all over his hand, panting with my body quivering. Seiren positioned himself so that his cock hovered over my vagina, ready to enter at any given moment. I spread my legs apart in anticipation, chasing away any and all kinds of thoughts.
I wanted him so bad.
"You may end up regretting it," he said, while he entered my womanhood. I tugged my fingers on his hair and back, feeling pain as his member invaded my body.
"I won't," I said, as we laid on the couch, and our bodies, at last, became one.