Exclusive Possession – CH 005

Chapter 5. Take It Away

The lights in the corridor were soft and bright, like a thin, white veil floating silently overhead.

His face was very close above me, handsome, fair-skinned, and aloof. His hands were very strong and steady, his pale, slender fingers gripping my knees, making my inner thighs itch.

My mind went completely blank.

He walked all the way to the hangar, and only then did I see a silver-gray plane parked on the previously empty runway. It was slightly larger than a helicopter, with a spacious fuselage and short, thick wings. The cabin door was already open, and he carried me up, placed me on a backless chair close to the cabin wall, and fastened my seatbelt.

I looked around and was immediately shocked—Mop was lying on the ground behind me, his eyes still closed.

“Is he alright?” I asked in a low voice.

“It needs repairs.” A very calm voice.

I stopped talking.

“Commander, may we return to the mothership?” A loud voice came from the cockpit in front. A man in military uniform sat there, his profile handsome; he was human.

“Sure,” the man beside me replied, “Let’s use the private lane.”

“yes.”

The hatch slowly lowered and closed with a “click,” and then the fuselage began to vibrate slightly. I looked up and saw, through the thick glass canopy, the straight, narrow black runway stretched very far, but I could see its end—it looked like a suspended plank, bare and extending into the dark space.

I gripped the armrests of the chair tightly, my palms slightly sweaty.

“Afraid?” His deep voice suddenly sounded in my ear.

“No!”

I never expected to scream uncontrollably, like the shrill, piercing cry of an animal being beaten. The plane suddenly accelerated at an incredible speed, and like a rollercoaster, I was thrown heavily against the cabin wall behind me by inertia. Everything before my eyes turned into a fleeting, silvery-white blur. When I looked again, I was in front of the endless, black expanse of space; we had burst out.

I took a deep breath involuntarily, my heart was pounding, and my face was a little hot. I glanced at him subconsciously, only to notice that his arm had been raised at some point.

His hand was placed under my back.

No wonder when I bumped into the bulkhead earlier, it was soft and didn’t hurt at all.

I didn’t say anything and turned my gaze to continue looking ahead. His hand remained still, forcing me to stiffen my body to avoid touching him.

The plane flew smoothly, and the cabin was quiet. Countless planets, like shimmering ripples on a deep black lake, were silently reflected on both sides of the fuselage. I looked at this breathtaking scenery and felt only bewilderment.

Suddenly, the outline of an oval-shaped black spaceship appeared in the distance, looking almost identical to the “Angel.” Except the Angel was pink—such an eerie and incongruous color.

The spaceships drew closer, then came a second, a third… I saw at least ten of the same spaceships. There were also some small planes, similar to the one we were in, densely packed around the spaceships, looking like an ant colony under an elephant’s feet.

This is… a fleet?

His fleet?

I gripped the chair armrests tightly again.

We were like a drop of water falling into the ocean, sailing into the fleet’s ranks. Only when we got closer did I realize that they were all still; only we were sailing—they were waiting for their commander.

This time, instead of entering the hangar deck, we went to a spot in the middle of the spacecraft where an oval-shaped black metal shield extended out. As we slowly approached, the hatch just happened to align with it.

It seems this is the “private passage” he was referring to. But I’m a little confused; with so many men, why did he only send one, Mop, to guard me before?

Perhaps he didn’t expect me to dare to escape, or perhaps he thought I wasn’t worth the military force to guard. But now that he’s brought me back to his lair, there’s no way I can escape again.

The hatch opened, and he unbuckled his seatbelt, then mine. I said coldly, “I can walk by myself…”

He had already picked her up.

Ahead lay a dark, narrow corridor, unlit and deserted. As we entered, the hatch behind us immediately closed.

He carried me forward in the pitch black. After a while, he turned a corner and stopped. His hand, which had been around my shoulder, suddenly loosened. I felt a sudden lightness in my body, and I was startled. I instinctively grabbed his military uniform tightly.

His hands almost immediately returned to my shoulders, and he hugged me tightly.

Then, with a soft “thump,” a gentle light appeared in my field of vision. I looked up and realized it was a spacious room—I understood that he had simply used one hand to open the door.

This made me somewhat embarrassed.

He walked all the way to the sofa before putting me down, then stood up and bent down to straighten his collar—which I had pulled askew earlier.

Looking up at him from my angle, his profile appeared delicate and clean, with clear and distinct features. His black eyelashes drooped slightly, and his eyes were clear and bright, making him look less aggressive than before.

I only glanced at him before looking down at the ground.

Unexpectedly, he suddenly turned around and walked out without saying a word.

I waited anxiously for a while but heard no sound; they seemed to have already gone far away. I breathed a sigh of relief and looked around. The room was simply furnished—a clean, snow-white bed, a black leather sofa, a square desk, a gray metal wardrobe, and a bathroom. Like the interior walls of the spaceship, it was covered with a thin layer of dark gray metal, the tone cold, hard, and simple.

I was nestled on the sofa, lost in thought, when suddenly I heard light, quick footsteps coming from the hallway outside. I was a little puzzled—who could it be?

It’s definitely not him. His footsteps are steady and clear. It’s not that kind of sound… I suddenly realized, when did I become able to distinguish even his footsteps?

Perhaps the impression was too deep.

A familiar, slender figure appeared in the doorway, his round, orange-red eyes shining brightly.

“Mop? Are you alright?” I didn’t expect him to be “fixed” so quickly, and I felt a little guilty.

“No, miss.” He grinned. “I am Morin, Mop’s brother, the commander’s butler and family doctor. He sent me to treat your wounds.”

I was taken aback when he strode in, carrying a metal box. He stopped in front of me, tilting his head and looking at me with curiosity—in fact, he didn’t have any obvious facial expressions or gaze, but his exaggerated body language clearly expressed his emotions.

“I heard you took down Mop?” He put the box on the ground, suddenly knelt on one knee, extended his right hand towards me, and tilted his head back high. “A pure-blooded human woman with a combat power close to zero took down Mop, the armed robot guard captain? And even broke the commander’s leg bone? Good heavens! What a powerful fiancée the goddess of fortune has bestowed upon the commander! Miss, may I have the honor of shaking your hand?”

Although they look exactly alike, compared to Mop’s rigor and composure, he seems… unusually enthusiastic.

I hesitantly reached out my hand to him.

The moment his metal fingertips touched me, he suddenly cried out “Ah!” and withdrew his hand with lightning speed, his body trembling as if he were terrified.

“I almost forgot! If that possessive guy finds out I held your hand, I might be sent to the front lines next month.” He panted heavily like a human, opening the box beside him. “Let’s treat your wounds first, miss. Please lie down and let me see your forehead.”

Because of Mop, I have a good impression of the robot, and he was even healing my wounds.

I obediently lay down, and his slender fingers moved lightly across my forehead. I couldn’t help but ask, “You mean… a ‘guy’ with an extremely strong possessive streak?”

He put his finger to his lips: “Shh! Don’t tell the commander I’m talking badly about him behind his back.”

He continued working, muttering to himself, “…Just because I didn’t want any other men to board your exclusive spaceship, I left only honest Mop to escort you. As a result, you almost got lost. Even the most brilliant commander can make such a basic mistake…”

I never expected… that was the reason. My first instinct was to ask, “Why didn’t he send female soldiers?” But as soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted it. Why did I even get involved in the discussion about “who to send to guard me”?

Morin tilted his head and looked at me: “Oh, he’s wholeheartedly trying to prove his loyalty to his fiancée; how could he let other women get close? There weren’t many female soldiers in the fleet to begin with, and they were all ruthlessly transferred away four years ago.”

I was speechless.

After a while, he closed the metal case, gave me a series of instructions, and then went to the bathroom. As he left, he said to me, “The hot water is ready; you should relax. The commander is handling military affairs and may be back very late.”

I felt sticky and uncomfortable all over, but I didn’t have any clean clothes. I went to the wardrobe, opened it, and saw a few sets of military uniforms hanging there, just as austere and cold as their owners. I opened another wardrobe, and this time I was stunned.

Skirts, absolutely all skirts. Red, green, yellow, blue, white; silk, cotton, satin, linen… all tight-fitting and high-waisted, with lace hems and bows at the back, exactly the same as the ones I was wearing.

He… really likes this style?

I don’t know why, but this monotonous repetition makes me a little uneasy.

But I’m probably being too sensitive. He’s a soldier, and his wardrobe contains nothing but his uniform. It’s quite possible he just wanted convenience and bought dozens of the same style.

I found a soft white cotton dress and wore it as pajamas.

I took a quick shower, and just as Morin had said, I felt much better. I also took the medicine Morin had left and soon felt drowsy.

But I was terrified of being violated while I was asleep, so I tried my best to stay awake. Half an hour passed, and he still hadn’t returned. I couldn’t hold on any longer, so I climbed into bed—I was trapped; it didn’t matter where I slept, there was no point in torturing myself.

Because I was constantly on edge, I slept fitfully, but I could still vaguely hear those steady footsteps, as if they were right next to my ear.

I woke up immediately, opened my eyes, and just then saw him close the door and walk in.

He stood ramrod straight, his hands in his pockets, his crisp military uniform seeming to absorb the cool, detached atmosphere of the black universe outside the window. His fair skin made his dark eyebrows and eyes stand out even more.

He glanced at me, walked to the sofa, took off his gloves and placed them on the armrest, then went into the bathroom and closed the door.

I sat up. Now that he had seen I was awake, I couldn’t possibly lie in bed as if waiting for him to take advantage of me.

The faint sound of dripping water reached my ears, and I saw my slightly reddened fingers gripping the thin blanket tightly. I thought all of this was finally inevitable. I felt a little sad, but not as sad as before. I was afraid of what was about to happen, yet I also wanted it all to happen and end as soon as possible.

I was caught in a frustrating and agonizing anxiety when the sound of water suddenly stopped. A few seconds later, the bathroom door opened.

I couldn’t help but look up, and the first thing I saw was a pair of long, straight legs stepping out. A strong, naked body, glistening with water droplets, shimmered like a sculpture in the light. Broad, upright shoulders, a narrow, taut waist and abdomen, long limbs, and a small patch of messy black bushes—all of these flashed into my vision in that instant.

I never expected him to come out completely naked. I almost immediately looked away, feeling like my chest was stuffed with cotton and I couldn’t breathe properly.

“Waiting for me?” A deep voice came, and he took two steps toward me.

How could I let him misunderstand like that? I immediately turned around and said to him, “No, of course not.”

My gaze was fixed on his face, but a certain part of the man’s body was too striking. Not only was it dark in color, clearly different from his slightly pale complexion, but its shape also appeared clumsy and rough.

Even if I didn’t want to look at it at all, I couldn’t help but notice that it was facing me, expanding and tightening at a visible speed, and gradually sticking up.