Chapter 225
Chapter 225
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 225
Chapter Title: Roniye (5)
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-Whirr.
A dark room. Only the quiet hum of the magic stone lighting the lamp echoed through.
Terrified, Marronie huddled in the corner.
She had wedged her staff between her thighs and was clutching both her knees and the staff tightly.
Her skirt had ridden up, fully exposing her sweat-soaked panties.
I lowered my gaze.
'...Hoo.'
I'm going insane with lust.
Parts I never paid attention to before were starting to look insanely sexy.
Her discarded sneakers, her black ankle socks that seemed to steam faintly.
Her dainty toes wiggling—it was driving me mad.
My vocabulary was failing me in an instant.
I could feel my reason cracking bit by bit, but I couldn't stop my eyes from roaming.
-Tremble, tremble.
Marronie shuddered as she met my eyes.
From the thin veins visible on the top of her foot, her sharp peach bone, the defined lines of her calf and thigh.
Clear sweat trickled down her thigh like it was tickling it. Under the soft lamp light, it glistened on her skin.
Her plump thigh looked like it had been glazed with sugar syrup.
-Gulp.
Her cat-like, crouched defensive posture. So damn hot.
Marronie had the softest, slimmest body of anyone I'd met so far.
Her waist was so narrow. Could I wrap it with one arm?
Her arms, her neck—same deal.
But to call it unsexy? Those thighs jiggled too much.
Look at that ass cheek squished slightly against the floor tiles.
Compared to her slender waist, her thighs had plenty of meat. Always sitting at her desk studying had given her those magical, fatty thighs.
And now, after all that walking, they must be slick with sweat and fluids.
Her modestly swollen breasts bounced forward with every hiccup. Like a dinosaur leaping out in 3D, I almost reached out instinctively.
If I keep staring like this, something big is gonna happen.
"...Aren't you gonna share the rewards?"
Marronie said with a face about to burst into tears.
"Rewards. Right, rewards. We should share."
I slapped my cheek to calm my dizzy head.
-Smack!
My head rattled, brain shaking. It eased the throbbing in my groin a bit.
"W-Why'd you do that all of a sudden?"
Startled by my antics, Marronie clutched her staff like a lifeline.
"...It's nothing."
I want to fuck you so bad I'm losing it.
No way I'm saying that and getting investigated.
I huffed out my aroused breaths and headed to the center.
Three bags and three sleeping bags.
The bags held enough meals for three people to eat heartily for a day, with leftovers.
If rationed, they could last three days.
I handed one backpack to Marronie.
"We're stuck here a day anyway... Let's each take one, and eat the other today. Sound good?"
She nodded without a word. When I passed her a sleeping bag, she took it reluctantly, avoiding my hand.
And the one box.
-Creak.
Inside were various potions and artifacts.
Let's see. Artifacts—I need to check their uses. Three mana potions and three stamina potions each.
I pulled out four potions from the box and handed them to her.
"...You're giving me this many?"
Marronie asked cautiously, taking the potions.
Her face mixed delight and fear—adorably arousing.
Instead of looking away, I picked up an artifact.
"In exchange, I'll take this."
It was a tracker that could locate one cadet.
Perfect for me and Marronie, who were teaming up.
Marronie swallowed hard and nodded.
The artifact was nice, but the mana potions she held were just as crucial.
For a mage, they were vital in split-second situations.
I stashed two potions and the artifact in a bag and tucked it in the corner.
Marronie followed suit.
Left were one backpack and one sleeping bag.
The sleeping bags were ours, but mana-infused ones. I grabbed the backpack and unpacked the food.
"Hoo."
Another hot breath escaped my lips.
"Gonna eat, right?"
-Gurgle.
Marronie's cheeks flushed.
"...Yeah."
Her voice made my body heat up.
Every nerve on edge, hypersensitive, my lower half tingling softly.
-Thud.
I held back the pressure and laid out the food one by one.
Different types, so painful as it was, sitting together to eat would be better for Marronie.
Ciabatta bread and fresh fruit. Cheese and biscuits. Steak preserved with magic.
-Slice, slice.
I peeled fruit with the knife from the backpack and said to her,
"Where you gonna put the staff? Must be uncomfortable. Hang it anywhere."
My staff was already hooked on a bag.
Marronie hesitated long, glanced at my masked face, and slowly relaxed her guard.
I get it, but I'm trying hard too.
She might sense my breathing's off.
Maybe that's why she feels threatened.
-Crunch, crunch.
I offered her a plate of sliced apples.
Her complicated expression softened as she carefully took a crisp bite.
Sweetness? Her fearful lips curved up slightly.
With food in me, I felt a bit calmer too.
"Let's eat."
"...Thanks."
Her shy voice, still laced with caution, came through the translator.
From a slight distance, she braced her hands, lifted her hips, and scooted 10cm closer.
The meal was utterly silent.
-Crunch.
Chewing biscuits mechanically, jaw working.
-Crisp.
Apple in mouth.
Swallowed it down with meat stuffed in before it was gone.
No conversation with Marronie. We just filled our hunger separately.
Even while eating, she glanced at me warily, face complex.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Now able to control her evolved unique ability, Marronie immediately read Lee Si-heon's thoughts.
This guy's thinking dirty stuff even while eating.
A chill ran through her entire body.
His eyes behind the mask were cold somewhere. Like deep in thought, his pupils trembled.
The man, legs crossed casually swinging.
Why act so distracted on purpose?
Marronie stuffed food into her mouth like a hamster.
Cheese and bread crammed in, cheeks puffed, jaw barely moving.
As she scarfed it down, the eyes behind the mask narrowed.
"Why're you eating so fast?"
Her hand holding bread froze.
To her frayed mind, it felt like a warning.
Spit... it out?
"Eep."
"...Don't spit it out. Eat what you put in."
She shoved the almost-spat bread back in.
"Hic."
Hiccup mid-bite, bread in mouth.
No camera, reason lost—she didn't care about a Wood Person's grace or beauty.
-Gulp.
Meal's end. Marronie rubbed her full belly, inwardly grimacing.
'Feels like I'm gonna be sick...'
What if he seriously pounces? She'd resist fiercely, but what if she lost?
-Gulp.
Would that imagination become reality...?
Huddled in the corner again, Marronie stared at Lee Si-heon.
He'd been breathing raggedly, rocking side to side.
She watched warily.
The disheveled man in the white mask. Eyes down, pants bulging.
-Thump, thump, thump, thump.
Her heart raced. Sweat broke out all over.
His dark eyes leered damply from behind the mask.
He tried avoiding her gaze, eyes darting away.
His body heaved like desperately suppressing something.
'...'
Why did he look like a pitiful puppy?
'...He didn't do anything while eating. Even peeled apples for me.'
A sudden thought crossed her mind.
Gasp.
She shook her head side to side in shock.
Her twin tails whipped around.
'No, no.'
Cheeks hot. Regain reason.
His behavior was creepy on sight. Her DNA recoiled.
Marronie gripped her staff tighter, glaring.
Tension dragged on endlessly.
Actually, less than 30 minutes since entering the room.
Stuck together a whole day like this.
If clearing a dungeon, she could've looked elsewhere.
But here, just the two of them.
"Hoo..."
Marronie felt her fear-soaked heartbeat.
'...Why am I like this?'
Sudden doubt.
Had she ever feared someone this much?
The sign at the dungeon entrance mentioned amplified traits.
Traits faintly reveal one's identity. His odd behavior started then.
Marronie slowly regained her senses.
'Could it be because of that?'
Just a trait changes someone that much?
If her hypothesis was right, he was forcibly suppressing his instincts.
One layer of her terror blanket peeled away.
'...'
Still scary as hell.
A rabbit gaining courage is still a tiny rabbit.
Just shaking its white fluffy butt to express fear.
Even if he wasn't normally like that, the risk to her remained.
Clutching her staff, she thought.
Coward. The effect strong enough to make her realize her unaware trait. What about his?
"Y-You... Is it because of your trait?"
Marronie asked in her trembling voice.
-Nod.
Correct. He nodded without words, looking strained.
Her feelings grew more complicated.
"Pervert... Pervert is your trait? For real?"
"That's what it is."
"How can that be... Even normally... you think dirty stuff?"
Not sure if right to ask, but probing his state led there naturally.
"No. It's especially bad today."
His calm voice echoed from the translator.
Conversation possible, at least.
'...If I persuade him well, maybe avoid the worst.'
Marronie swallowed.
No moment in her life shook her more.
Fail persuasion, get jumped—suspicious game.
She thought of it lightheartedly, but.
"Ngh."
To her eyes, he looked utterly exhausted.
"...You okay?"
"Don't talk to me."
Snapped back at her concern.
His creepy eyes swept over her body once.
Chill ran through her, but seeing him look away again, she felt his deep anguish.
'Any way to help?'
Now even worrying.
Marronie set down her staff, lifted her hips slightly, and took a step closer.
Her sweat-damp hair swayed before his eyes.
"Don't come closer."
His overreaction.
"But... you're in really bad shape right now..."
"How about just sleeping it off? You're gonna cause big trouble."
Frowning, he yanked off his mask—head hot?
His revealed face looked in agony.
"Hoo... Fuck."
F...? Unknown curse as he ruffled his hair wildly.
Marronie's face paled white, but so did his.
No, he looked far more pained.
"...Sh-Should I cast a spell? Purification or something might work."
Marronie took another step.
That instant, his dilated pupils captured her.
Pure blue eyes, sweat-pooled collarbone valley.
Disobeyed the warning?
-Grab.
"...!"
His hand shot out at invisible speed, seizing her shoulder.
"Eek!"
Shivering, short gasp as she swallowed.
Marronie's body flipped and pinned down.
-Thud!
His hand slammed the floor by her ear.
Snapping to, she was under him, no resistance.
Beast-like eyes licking her cheek.
Terrifying.
"...Hic."
Her messy hair framed a tearful face as she hiccuped.
Top ridden up from the fall, exposing her tiny navel.