Transmigrated Young Master's Yandere Harem-Chapter 41: Forgive Me

Her expression turned annoyed.

"We had captured those bastards... but they suicided. They have their own ways to die if got captured."

Azael patted her shoulder as if giving her his condolences.

She stared at him with a deadpan face.

"For real?" She said to him with the same face.

"Hehe~" Azael just laughed.

Even her black face looked too beautiful.

"Anyways... what does this ’The Obsidian Hand’ organization do? Why are they considered evil?"

"Well... their goal is still mysterious. But they have done some things in the past.. that are evil enough to consider them as dangerous. Such as genocide... killing a whole town in one night. That’s only one example out of all their wrongdoings." Arista told him in detail about the organization and why they were considered evil.

"I will go to my room now. To get fresh."

"Sure brother. See you later."

Azael got up and exited the training hall.

’Hah... I haven’t met Isabel since morning... as I expected. She’s trying her best to avoid me.’

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Azael walked through the empty lavish corridor.

’I need to do something... to make her mine... she’s just too sweet that I can’t help but be greedy.’

As he walked, Isabel walked out from the right turn in front of him.

They were close now.

Isabel was wearing her full Victorian-style tight maid dress that showcased her perfect curves. A white apron was tied in front of her.

Her beautiful black eyes saw Azael through the transparent glasses. The moment she saw him, her whole body went rigid. Shock and flush appeared on her face.

Azael was also surprised to meet her here, but he didn’t remain standing there like a statue. He moved instantly towards her.

Watching him getting closer to her, she came out of her trance.

She tried to turn back, to run away from him, to avoid Azael.

But Azael was fast as he grabbed her right arm’s wrist. He pulled her towards him. Then pushed her back against the wall of the corridor.

He put both his hands on either side of her face.

So she wouldn’t run.

His body pressed against the softness of her curves.

Her huge mounds pressed against his chest without any resistance, like soft marshmallows. They were incredibly soft and yielding, the massive, heavy breasts squishing and spreading warmly against him with every breath she took.

His face was a few inches away from hers.

"Y-y-young Master... let me-me g-go... I have work t-to do." She stammered while talking. Her eyes turned sideways, as if she couldn’t look at him in his eyes.

There was shame, guilt, regret on her face.

"Why? To avoid me... I didn’t see you since yesterday... after you left my room.."

"How can I meet you... after what I did... what we did." Her fingers gripped tightly on her white apron over her thighs.

"I-I- I am married, Young Master... and I.... I did something like that with you... even k-k-kissed you... it’s wrong.. how could I do that." Tears started to form in her eyes.

"I kissed you.... someone who’s not my husband...who is so much younger than me... I have seen you since you were a kid... and I did something to you... it’s so shameful... and wrong."

Watcging her, he’s eye dropped with guilt and sadness. "I am sorry... it’s my fault, Isabel," Azael said with trembling eyes.

"It’s not.... I should be the one... who should have stopped it.... yet I did something wrong-"

Azael didn’t let her finish. He hugged her tightly.

"Gah? Y-young Master! What are you doing? That also in the corridor." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Azael didn’t answer immediately. He buried his face into her neck and held her tightly.

His body soon started to tremble.

"I... I am sorry, Isabel..." his voice was shaking. "I am really sorry..." His voice filled with regret. Sadness clearly visible in it.

She froze in surprise when she felt him trembling. Azael, who mostly acted distant towards everyone for a few years, had been unfriendly. She missed his younger self.

But even from that time until now... when had Azael cried with such sadness? The last time she remembered was when his father died.

’Young Master is really crying... his voice sounds so sad.’ She thought. Her lips pressed into a thin line.

One part of her wanted to run away from here, to maintain distance with him. While another part wanted to hold him tight and calm him down, not let him cry.

"I shouldn’t have done that... I shouldn’t have kissed you... I shouldn’t have asked you to do those things... I was wrong... it was all my fault..." he said in a trembling voice, as if he was about to cry.

Isabel’s eyes widened in panic this time. Her resistance crumbled slightly.

"Y-young Master... don’t cry... please don’t cry..." she said hurriedly.

He held her tighter, pressing his body flush against hers. Her enormous, heavy breasts were squashed tightly between them, the impossibly soft flesh molding and deforming warmly against his chest like warm pillows.

"I made you feel guilty... I made you avoid me... I am really sorry... please forgive me... I was the one at fault... not you... never you..." Hearing his shaking voice and feeling him trembling in her arms, her heart began to ache.

It had been a few weeks since he started to talk with everyone normally, trying to get closer with others, even smiling with others.

But now... he was crying in her arms. How could she watch him cry?

She instinctively hugged him back.

In a panicked voice she said, "Young Master, don’t cry, please don’t... This... this is my mistake as well..."

Azael spoke again in a weak voice, "Then why are you avoiding me...? Please forgive me... let’s forget what happened... please... I am really sorry."

Seeing him like that, she started to stop thinking about what happened yesterday. The truth was she couldn’t watch him crying like this.

She hugged him gently and started patting his head softly.

"It’s alright... we both made a mistake together... let’s forget what happened," she said gently while continuing to pat his head.

Azael hugged her tighter, still sniffing.

Slowly he calmed down. While hugging her, he kept hugging her for much longer, his face buried in the crook of her neck, breathing in her scent as her massive, soft breasts remained squished warmly and heavily against his chest.

"Thank you... Isabel... for forgiving me..." He said in a low voice.

"It’s okay... I was wrong as well.. I am sorry, Young Master."

While they kept hugging each other.

Someone was watching them from another corner of the corridor silently.