I Became the Cure for the Cursed Prince - Chapter 83 (R19)

“Don’t say it like that,” Leon said softly. “You know, Lucas, no one can truly be okay all alone. That’s why you stayed by my side when I was little, even though you were busy and had so much work to do.”

Leon squeezed Lucas’s hand tightly.

“People are only truly happy when they have someone, they love beside them. So don’t say things like that.”

“I… even now…”

Lucas tried to say he was happy.
But the words caught in his throat.
Maybe it was the hormones, but his eyes stung with tears.

Still, he couldn’t bring himself to say he was happy.
Before he could, he had to ask himself if he even deserved happiness.
He had been reborn as Lucas while still carrying the memories of Kim Woojin — and he was a man cursed with a body that could never be ordinary.

If finding his own happiness meant bringing harm to others, then he had no right to be happy, no right to even speak of happiness.
The brief moments of joy he had felt while raising Leon should be enough.

Yes, that should be enough…

As Lucas struggled with his thoughts, Leon leaned in close and whispered into his ear,

“Would you really prefer a life without me?
A life where you spend every night alone, unable to share your life with anyone?”

Lucas tried to say that it was fine.
But the words stuck in his throat because he knew — deep down — it wasn’t true.

“Living your whole life in loneliness…
That’s too cruel, Lucas.
I don’t want that for you.”

Every word Leon spoke pierced Lucas’s heart like a sharp needle.
He couldn’t deny it — living that kind of life terrified him.
But what scared him even more was the thought of someone he loved becoming unhappy because of him.

You will die coughing up blood in my arms.
As long as I stay by your side, that fate is unavoidable.
Wouldn’t it be better to break this imprint now, while it could still be blamed on a fleeting moment of passion?

Yes — a moment of weakness.
That was all it was.
Lucas forced himself to believe it, trying to calm his burning cheeks and pounding heart.

Slowly, Lucas gripped Leon’s hand in return.
Their fingers intertwined, and Lucas felt as if Leon’s hand was sinking straight into his heart.

Finally, he spoke, his voice heavy.

“What I’m about to tell you…
I have never told anyone before.”

Leon, who had been refusing to even look at him — as if determined not to hear whatever he had to say — now turned his full attention to Lucas.

Lucas stayed calm and continued.

“The reason I can’t live like everyone else… isn’t just because of the curse.
There’s something even bigger.
The truth is… I’m not originally from this world.
I was born by mistake in another world.
My name was Kim Woojin — just a lowborn omega orphan who lived and died without leaving any mark on that life.”

He paused for a moment, then went on,

“And after that, I was reborn here, in the northern castle of Rion.”

The fire that had been burning in Leon’s eyes just moments ago quietly subsided.

“I remember everything from my previous life.
I even remember reading about this world — in a novel.
If things had gone as they were meant to, I would have died at Vilter’s hands.”

Lucas let out a long sigh, pressing a hand against his chest as if trying to calm the heavy weight inside him.

“That’s why I raised and protected you, Your Highness.
Because if you grew strong enough to become the Crown Prince, Vilter wouldn’t invade the North.”

His voice grew quieter.

“I didn’t raise you out of pure intentions.
I am not the kind of person you think I am.”

When Lucas finished speaking, silence fell between them.
His head bowed, he couldn’t bring himself to look up.

Surely, Leon must be disappointed — or maybe he would think Lucas was crazy for saying such things.
Lucas’s chest ached, but he remained still, waiting quietly for Leon’s judgment.

“Kim Woojin… Kim Woojin…”

Leon’s fingers tightened around Lucas’s, their grip growing even stronger.

“It’s a beautiful name,” Leon said softly. “The words from another world… they sound so beautiful, no matter when you hear them.”

“…What?”

“A secret no one else knows.
A name that only I know.
I love it, Lucas.”

“Didn’t you hear what I just said? I used you—”

“I know,” Leon interrupted firmly. “I know exactly what you’re afraid of.
But…”

Before he could finish his sentence, Leon pulled Lucas into a tight embrace.
The faint scent of burning wood lingered in the air around them.

Lucas didn’t know why, but something deep inside him welled up again.
Was it because Leon’s scent was so comforting?
Or because after the strain of the heat cycle, his heart had become too fragile?

Breathing heavily, Lucas slumped against Leon, exhausted.
Leon only held him tighter, gently whispering his name.

“Ujin… Ujin… Kim Woojin…”

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“I don’t care who Lucas is — whether he’s from another world, trapped in a cursed body, or even if he harbored impure intentions that turned my life into chaos.”

My senses were so acutely heightened that they paradoxically dulled everything. My ears rang, and my head spun. Through the haze clouding my vision, I saw Leon’s eyes glistening with tears. Lucas raised a hand and gently brushed his cheek. Feeling the wetness seeping between his fingers, his heart gave a painful lurch.

“My destined mate has lived such a hard life. That’s why Lucas always looks so pained.”

“Your Highness…”

“I am pleased. I now know things about Lucas’s past and his secrets that no one else does. It finally feels like you are truly mine.”

“You can’t… You mustn’t do this…”

Leon spoke as he bit into Lucas’s neck.

Leon bit Lucas’s neck, as if refusing to hear his protests. When Lucas opened his eyes, he saw that his chest had flushed a bright, burning red. Leon murmured in admiration,

“Your body is telling me something else.”

“N-No, that’s not…”

Leon traced the marks he had left just a few days ago with his hand. Red blemishes covered Lucas’s body and chest. Leon pressed his lips to them, sucking gently as he slipped the thin robe from Lucas’s shoulders. As Lucas turned his head away, Leon’s eyes were drawn to the faint scars at the junction of his neck and collarbone.

Every inch of Lucas’s body was flushed, erotic — no matter where Leon looked, the heat was overwhelming. The wetness in Lucas’s gaze, the slight lift at the corners of his eyes, and the moans escaping from his tightly pressed lips made Leon ache with thirst.

His hand slid urgently down Lucas’s back. His impatience grew. Finally, when his hand brushed between Lucas’s hips, Lucas grabbed his arm in protest.

“I told you… not to do this. I’ve been trying to tell you how I truly feel…”

“You’re the one hiding your true feelings, Lucas.”

Leon narrowed his eyes and slowly rubbed the already damp spot. Lucas’s hips gave a shallow jerk every time Leon’s fingers brushed against the sensitive opening.

“Why not be as honest with your mouth as you are with your body?”

At Leon’s words, Lucas’s face turned bright red. Though he tried to protest that it wasn’t what he meant, he couldn’t muster enough strength to push him away. Leon, in turn, coated him with an even thicker layer of his pheromones.

They had repeated this so many times that it had likely become a habit. Lucas found Leon’s pheromones comforting and reassuring, making it impossible for him to resist. Leon smiled lazily and slowly pushed a finger inside, bit by bit.

“Mmm…”

Lucas threw his head back, straining against his legs. He seemed to be desperately trying not to spread them. Rather than forcing his finger inside, Leon deliberately stimulated the sensitive area near his entrance.

Lucas, his head tilted back, let out a pained moan as if pleading for him to stop, but to Leon, even that only fueled his desire.

“Are you begging me to stop teasing and finally put it in?”

“N-No… Of course, not…”

“Yes, you are. You know it, Luca. Everything you say sounds exactly like that to my ears.”

“Leon…”

The breath at the end of his name was filled with desperation. My mind screamed in protest, but my body refused to listen. Even though I understood his pain, I couldn’t grant Lucas’s wish — because I knew the true reason behind his rejection.

“Your refusal is just another form of love. If you truly hated me, you would have pushed me away. Every word you speak is filled with love for me — how could I possibly stop?”

Moisture began to gather between his legs, soaking Leon’s hand as he reached around. Once Leon sensed he was ready, he slipped a finger inside without hesitation. Lucas’s body trembled, and he released onto the dry sheet — despite Leon never even touching his front. Just the sensations at his rear had been enough to make him climax.

“Hmph…”

Ashamed to show his face, twisted with heat and pleasure, Lucas turned his head away. Leon chuckled softly, grabbed his chin, and guided him into a kiss.

He could taste the salty taste of blood on his lips from how long he’d been biting himself. He slipped his tongue between his lips and sucked, and the more he sucked, the more the burning in his throat seemed to intensify.

Leon sucked on Lucas’s tongue hard enough to pull it out at the root. When Lucas, breathless, patted him on the shoulder, begging him to let go, he pulled his lips away for a moment, only to recapture them and kiss him harder.

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