CAVALLI CURSES

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The Blue Flower of The Peacock

A deep night came to the Duke of Roger. A serene room where you can even hear the sound of moonlight flowing through the windows. Leaning his back against the window, Lamaine swallowed his dry saliva.

"Lamaine."

With his long fingers, he unbuttoned his shirt one by one, and the man's oncoming movements are so deadly that they jeopardize.

"I don't understand at all."

Despite his calm voice, he seems to be growling like a hungry beast.

"Three...... Cedric. What the hell is wrong with that?"

There is no place to back down anymore. I was filled with the idea that I needed to dry him up.

"Don't you wonder why I get weird when I see you alone?"

Lamaine's violet eyes, which rested on her husband's face, slowly drifted downwards. The curved pectoral muscles revealed between the unscrewed shirts are intensely agitated.

""..... Do you know? Why are you doing this all of a sudden?'

My husband is as if he is going to do something, and his heart is tight, but he is frustrated because he has no idea why this man is doing this. The gap between the two narrowed even more in an instant.

"Wait a minute.”Cedric! I think I'm so excited!"

A bewildered lamaine stretched out a hand in front of his chest as if curly. At this time, a large hand grabbed Her wrist as if it were snatching it. A thread of blood swelled over the back of Cedric's hand, clutching his maiden wrist tightly.

"Let the excitement be yours, don't get excited."

In a low, crushing voice, Lamaine swallowed a gulp of dry saliva. A husband who is hit by rain with a sick body to save himself and the fever pulses. She had only come to his room worried about her sick husband. And I was just wiping my husband's face and neck in a cold sweat with a cloth while he was asleep.

"Am I wrong?"

Suddenly, my husband gets up and is doing this. A hot gaze that seems to pierce through is plugged in. The drenched Lamaine made eye contact with Cedric.

"Haa..."

I couldn't help but breathe a little. Cedric's eyes crumpled. A flash of light flashes over the blue pupils.

"Lamaine. You don't seem to have awareness."

"..... Yes?"

Why again this time?

"Every single action you do makes me this way."

...... I'm breathing now, right? Is it possible that the people of the world have taken some of that breath to rest? I tried to let another sigh of relief flow out of my frustration, but I persevered. Minister.

"Cedric. You're sick right now. I think I'm mistaking something."

I decided to try to calm him down again.

"Everything... I mean, you. Whatever. My body and brain are hurting right now, and I'm malfunctioning!"

Malfunction?? Is this the right word for the situation right now? At the moment of his thought, his pupils stained with passion fell as deep as they were digging in.

"Then I mean I'm sick every time I see you."

"..... Yes? What the hell is that talking about?"

Her round eyes blinked quickly. At the time of the spraying, my husband, who had his eyes rolled, slowly swallowed the hot breath he exhaled.

"Come to think of it, I think I'm mistaken, as you say."

Do you understand a little now? Just as I was about to let out a sigh, I had endured.

"You've never done anything. Instead......."

At the same time as the thought that the blurred end of the words was somehow unsettling.

“......!”

Her body, slender by the force of her waist pulling wide, curved backwards like a slender twig. Like waves above the sea. Blonde hair swings like a wavy. Tonight, I will never let go. The man's large hand, which seemed so determined, dug into the soft hair and wrapped around her round back. Without a single blink of an eye, he was perfectly drawn into the arms of a solid man. A breathtaking distance where even a little movement will cause your lips to overlap. The hot breath from her husband's gums moistened her moist lips. Palpitations. The sound of a heart that was not distinguishable from whose it belonged filled my ears. It was at that time that he slowly swallowed the breath he couldn't exhale.

"I think I'm crazy about you, Ramaine."

...... Yes? Come again?

'Wait. Shouldn't you say you're crazy about me now?"

The moment I thought about it.

"Town......!""

A hot breath hovered around her lips, covered her lips.

In an instant, a wild sensation covers the body. Lamaine's maiden shoulders instinctively faltered. Like the sun that has attracted all the heat of the world. Lamaine, who was in a hurry to pick up the kiss that was pouring out as if it were going to burn Her whole body, bent Her eyes slightly.

'There. What if all of a sudden I do this?'

Plans began to go wrong. Before she came to this world, she was a just and heart-warming doctor. But there is no money and no poor doctors. With no connections and no delays, she set up a small private hospital in the countryside. Most patients are poor and have no money. In other words, it was social to low-income people. They called her an angel. I was happy. It was nice to be able to have a sense of pride as a doctor. But that didn't fill her hungry life. He had vowed to succeed like a villain in the violence of his dad, who was obsessed with gambling and alcohol. So I became a doctor. But the immense debt left behind by her dad remained a stigma in her life. Eventually, I worked for 4 years as an emergency room doctor who found it unbearable for more than 1 year to clean up rural hospitals and make money. One day, when I was holding out to eat and live day by day, there was an incident where I wanted to throw everything away as a doctor. Standing at the crossroads of life and death, she abandoned her poor grandmother, who had been brought to the emergency room, and had to first treat the son of a chaebol who was not in an emergency at the direction of the hospital director. Eventually, Grandma died.

TL: Chaebol is an English transliteration of the Korean word 재벌, which means plutocracy, rich business family, or monopoly,

"I don't!"

I decided to beat it all up.

"Ouch! What are you doing!!"

The face of the hospital director who flipped over the doctor's gown he threw at him was worth seeing.

"I can't work with dirty guys like you who don't treat people without money anymore!"

It was hard to bear anymore. Do you know? I didn't want to endure. After 4 years of living in a meeting, I had just run out of the emergency room.

""Ouch! Get off!!!

As she was walking in a daze, she stopped walking and hunched her head with both hands. Standing idly on the road for a long time, exhaling a ragged breath, she laughed. I'm throwing everything away, and I'm worried about how to eat and live from tomorrow. Am I a person who can't be happy even for a day? ...... Breathtaking.

"If you're going to live like this, you'd rather die."

Both the mind and the body are now exhausted. A poor life with no one to even listen to the voices that have been spilled out of them. I was sad for a moment, and tears welled up. When I was leading my weary body and mind down a tumbled alleyway. With a flash. A strong light pierced Her eyes so hard that She was sickening.

“......!”

When I couldn't even scream a single word. Puck! With the strong impact of the body, the flesh was torn apart, and Ei's pain flooded in. The maiden body floated in the air. ...... The black night sky is visible.

'Am I dying like this?'

Shiny. At that moment, a starlight slammed into the pupil of Her eyes. A life that is not loved from the moment you are born. A life that is not happy without money. So the time I've lived in which I have been ignored by others. A nightmarish past like a lamp passes through. In an instant, She bit Her Teeth tightly.

'Never in the next life! I'm never going to live in a hurry. All right? This world!!'

Not fitting in with their lives. The day when the starlight fell beautifully from the densely packed stars of the night sky, the last day of her life. * Full fishy smear that is smeared bitterly in the mouth. A thirst that seems to burn your throat.

".... Ma'am"

A maiden voice spilling from somewhere rang in Her ears.

'Is it already shift time? I want to rest a little more.'

...... I think I'm going to die. The eagerness that had smeared in her unconscious was filled with strength over her closed eyelids.

'By the way, what the hell is this weird taste of grass?'

It was at that time that I was moving my lips in filth as if I was chewing on the grass.

"Ma'am! Ma'am! Are you distracted?"

Between the dense voices that seemed to be ready for someone to tear the eardrums apart.

'...... Ma'am?'

Chewing on the vivid words, She barely pushed up Her heavy eyelids. Even though I immediately opened my eyes, everything was clearly visible. A luxurious canopy embroidered with gold and a marble ceiling that will slip if you climb next to it.

"Ma'am.

She blinked slowly as She heard the crying voice.

'What. Here. Where?'

Clearly tucked into the pupils of an unfamiliar space, she stretched out her upper body. She looked around with open eyes. Not the narrow, sloppy emergency room common room cots where the smell of disinfectant sticks through your nose. I sat on the bed in a room like a high-end hotel suite. She stared blankly at the crying child in a maid's suit, and slowly raised Her eyes.

'Ah! Accident.......'

The light that pierced her eyes hard. Remembering the strong impact of the body, my body falters.

'Am I really dead? Then here's the replacement.......'

The violet-lit pupils that had been moving mindlessly stopped in one place.

“......!”

Her pupils fluttered as hard as if they had been hit by a wave. A beautiful woman who looks in the mirror like a princess writing on the wall.

'I can't help but ... Is it me?'

She quickly rubbed her eyes with her hands. She opened his eyes even larger and looked in the mirror. Brilliant blonde hair that goes down to the waist. Skin that shines white like a snowfield that has not been touched by anyone's feet. She was a woman with beautiful, glowing eyes that seemed to have stained the petals of a violet. ...... Are you dreaming? But the things you see in front of you are too clear to do so. In an instant, with his dazed eyes, he checked and reaffirmed the beautiful woman in the mirror. What the hell is the situation with this? A time when I was frantically rolling my brain in an embarrassing situation.

"H... Black. Ma...... Sir. Ugh."

She spit out the sound of gum pain at the sound of the cries. Still, I was more distracted by the woman who was squealing next to me in a maid's suit. I can't even tell you to shut your mouth on the second side.

"There maybe......."

Look at the pupils in your eyes with tears in your eyes and carefully open your mouth.

"Yes! Ma'am!"

The maid replied with a look of relief and emotion at hearing her voice. But.

"What's my name?"

At the next words, her complexion turned white.

"Ma... Ma'am. ......."

"Stop crying. I asked Her what my name was."

She looked straight at her as she tried to turn the room into a sea of crying again, and she gave her a determined voice. The frightened maid swallowed her breath.

"Lamaine Roger...... You are."

He managed to get a voice that swallowed his cry.

'...... Lamaine?'

The eyes that contained the violet light pupils slowly crumpled.

'Could it be that Lamaine I know?'

It was an all-too-familiar name.

"Ma'am. Whoops...... Are you alright?""

...... It wasn't okay.

"..... Yes? Uh. It's okay. I asked you to cry so much that you could get some sanity."

"..... Yes? Ma was surprised! Hmmm."

Could it have been more surprising than I was? With shocked eyes, he looked back at the woman named Lamaine in the mirror.

"Ma'am is sobbing. I know you're dying. Ugh."

Her eyelids twitched at the words that flowed from the maid's mouth. Lamaine...... You thought you were going to die? Once the situation was cleared up, it was necessary. She slowly removed the gaze that had been in the mirror. 'The crying kid called me Lamaine. I'm definitely  Lamaine?' She said, while holding Her hands together tightly in front of his chest and looking at the weeping maid with a jigsaw.

'What was Her name?'

Lamaine rummaged through Her head. Slowly increasing the size of the eyes that were opening as thin as a thread.

"..... Jane?"

She spit out the name that came to mind.

""Yes! Ma'am! Speak!"

When she called my name, I was as pleased as I could run. That's right. Right. < the blue flower of the Duchess of data-tomark-pass >, she knew at once what It was the Ropan novel she had written.

** TL: Ropan Means in korean Romance and Fantasy. It's "로판"\, short for"  로맨스 판타지"in Korean.**

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