Chapter 276: Side Story: The Adventures of Isaac Adler (10)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 276: Side Story: The Adventures of Isaac Adler (10)
About three hours after Adler had left the mansion, he ran straight into Mycrony.
“Huhu, I never thought I’d find a cute little mosquito hiding here.”
“Hnghh.”
“It’s a good thing my agents in Switzerland noticed something suspicious. Otherwise, I might have missed such a wonderful opportunity.”
Her usual cool expression was replaced by a slightly flushed face. Mycrony sat in an armchair inside the mansion, legs crossed, whispering in a sweet, gentle voice.
“Isn’t that right… Hnngh. Isn’t that right, Adler?”
To be precise, she was speaking to Adler, who was kneeling between her legs, his head buried from sight.
“Phhft. No, that’s…”
“…Did I say you could stop?”
“…Hmph.”
“Good boy. Nngh, hnngh…”
As the stimulation from below began anew, Mycrony let out a soft moan. Leaning back in the armchair, she took a long, deep drag from her pipe, a blissful expression on her face.
“So, why were you all tormenting my cute little Adler?”
“……”
“Why is no one answering?”
Having filled the room with smoke, she suddenly shot a glare at Princess Clay, Silver Blaze, and Moran, who were kneeling to the side. Her voice was ice.
“Pant… pant…”
The exception was Baskerville’s Poppy, who, upon the appearance of a stronger person, had promptly betrayed everyone and was now lying on her back next to Mycrony, panting with her belly exposed.
“This isn’t the Diogenes Club, so I don’t understand why you’re all keeping your mouths shut.”
“……”
“…So hurry up and someone say something, you fucks.”
As Mycrony’s slitted eyes began to open, revealing a dangerous glint, Moran, who had been silent the entire time, finally mustered the courage to speak.
“H-Honestly! You would’ve kidnapped and fucked him too if you had the chance, Miss Mycrony!”
“…Hm?”
“You’re fucking him right now!!!”
Moran’s furious scream echoed through the room, followed by a moment of silence that descended upon the mansion.
“Is it our fault that his karma finally caught up with him after he acted so damn infuriating, all while looking so tempting?!”
“…Blaze doesn’t know complicated things. Just want to fuck Master one more time.”
Breaking the silence, Princess Clay and Silver Blaze chimed in, adding their harmony to the lingering echo in the mansion.
“It seems you’re all under some sort of misunderstanding.”
Amidst the slightly hostile (?) atmosphere, Mycrony began to speak again, a gentle smile playing on her lips.
“That I would have kidnapped and fucked him if I had the chance? That’s a misunderstanding.”
“Lies…”
“…How about you develop a habit of letting people finish speaking, Moran?”
She shot a terrifyingly murderous glare at Moran for interrupting her, though her smile never wavered.
“……”
Moran was the type to talk back at least once to anyone who wasn't Professor Moriarty, but this time, she had no choice but to keep her mouth shut.
Even though she was smiling, a truly murderous Mycrony Holmes was just as terrifying as a berserk Charlotte or Professor Moriarty.
“In any case, it’s a misunderstanding.”
“……”
“Because if I had wanted to, I could have spirited Adler away to have him all to myself at any time.”
A statement as terrifying as her aura escaped Mycrony’s lips, and the atmosphere in the mansion instantly grew solemn.
“Charlotte? Professor Moriarty? Have either of them ever truly fought me, even once?”
“……”
“Huhu, those two should be grateful that I am not a woman of great ambition.”
Her words might have sounded like empty boasts, but everyone present (including Adler, who was diligently pleasing Mycrony) knew they were anything but.
After all, it was Charlotte Holmes herself who had publicly acknowledged that Mycrony Holmes was smarter than her.
Furthermore, Charlotte had once declared that if Mycrony Holmes weren’t physically frail or had even the slightest interest in investigating and solving cases, she would have become a far more capable detective.
And even with her lack of ambition, Mycrony Holmes was the true power pulling the strings of Britain’s shadow government.
It was horrifying to even imagine the kind of bloodbath that would have swept through London if she had thrown herself into the fray between Charlotte and Professor Moriarty, turning their rivalry into a three-way struggle.
“Anyway, are there any more questions? Then let’s get to the main point.”
“……”
“Pardon me, but would you all mind stepping outside for a moment?”
Having quelled all dissent in an instant, Mycrony made her request to the others in an incredibly gentle voice.
“Ugh, ughh.”
“…Tch.”
“Hmph.”
Of course, everyone gathered there knew it wasn't a request, but a threat.
“There, you’re all so good at listening. Good girls.”
As they all hesitantly rose to their feet and walked out of the house with dejected expressions, Mycrony saw them off with a sweet, crescent-eyed smile.
“Then I’ll just…”
“I never told you to leave.”
“…Hebeup.”
Of course, Adler, who had been cautiously trying to slip out from between her legs, was the exception.
*
“Well, we’re finally alone.”
Once Princess Clay, Silver Blaze, and Moran (Poppy included) were outside, Mycrony began to speak, gently stroking my cheek.
“Oh my, look at these dark circles. Those naughty girls must have given you quite a hard time…”
“……Haha.”
“I didn’t say you could stop.”
“……Hmph.”
I was about to play along when the icy voice from above made me pout and bite down on Mycrony’s soft flesh once more.
“Hnngh. Now, then. A proposal for you, you poor thing.”
Letting out another satisfied moan, Mycrony suddenly made me an offer.
“I can guarantee you a safe place to stay, funds, and your freedom.”
“……?”
“…In exchange, you will work under my desk once a week.”
Honestly, when I first heard that, I was incredibly tempted, my ears perking up.
“And you are not to meet Charlotte or the Professor ever again.”
But as she added more conditions, I realized I couldn't accept her offer.
“Final condition. You must get me pregnant at least once.”
The moment I accepted this deal, I was certain a storm of blood would rage not just through London, but across the entire world.
I couldn’t shatter the peace (?) I had somehow managed to secure by sacrificing my own body, just for my own convenience.
“I’ve decided on the name Mycroft Holmes for a son. Oh, right. What should we do if it’s a daughter?”
No, to be honest, I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to handle a yandere Mycrony.
“If you don’t like the offer, you can stop and stand up.”
“……!?”
“Oh my, you’re not getting up?”
And so, I mustered my courage to rise, but I couldn’t.
“Excellent. Does that mean you want to get me pregnant?”
Mycrony was squeezing her legs, preventing me from standing.
Of course, Mycrony was quite frail, so it wouldn’t have been difficult to break free from the so-called ‘daisuki hold’ and get up.
The problem was, I had no idea what would happen the moment I did.
“…Hoo.”
But since I’d come this far, I decided to make a gamble and slowly reached my hand toward Mycrony’s waist.
“…Eek?”
The moment I lightly pinched her side, her eyes flew open and the strength in her legs vanished.
“…What are you doing right now?”
She questioned me again in that icy voice, but her reaction reminded me of a fact I had forgotten.
“What do you think I’m doing?”
Mycrony Holmes suffers from congenital anhedonia.
And she can only feel stimulation from me.
What’s more, she quite likes it.
“You, what are you…”
From these facts, only one conclusion could be drawn.
Smack…!
Mycrony Holmes is a true masochist.
“……Ah?”
After slapping Mycrony Holmes across the cheek with all my might, I prayed my deduction was correct and managed to force out the words that might very well be my last.
“Strip, you fucker.”
“…Are you in your right mind?”
“Shut up and strip.”
The instant she heard my words, the corner of Mycrony Holmes’s mouth twitched slightly upwards. It was probably best to pretend I hadn’t seen that at all.
*
About an hour later.
“……?”
“……Eh.”
“……Huh?”
Princess Clay, Silver Blaze, and Moran, who had been squatting outside the house with sullen faces, couldn’t believe their eyes when Mycrony and Adler opened the door and came out.
“……♥”
Her face was red and swollen with a clear handprint, and there were finger marks on her neck, yet Mycrony Holmes wore a remarkably demure expression as she leaned against Adler’s shoulder.
“……Haaah.”
In the midst of it all, Adler, the dark circles under his eyes now even more pronounced, let out a deep sigh and muttered a single sentence.
“Life really isn’t easy, is it.”
It was the moment Isaac Adler gained his first ally since his escape.