Chapter 312
Chapter 312
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 312
Chapter Title: Puppy, Kitten (7)
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I went and did it.
Me. No, the drunk asshole that I am.
I yanked at my hair, half-screaming.
"This crosses the line."
Yesterday, I heard what amounted to a confession from one woman, and the moment we broke up, I hooked up with another?
No matter how much I play around with my dick, isn't this guy a complete scumbag?
Mental incapacity due to intoxication.
Would I ever pounce on a woman first? Maybe the Sage seduced me?
The film from last night is completely blank; I remember nothing.
And in situations like this, the woman's testimony is usually favored.
The victim's tears are evidence enough.
One word from her, and I'd have to shut my eyes and accept it.
Especially since the person in question is the Sage herself—my life is thoroughly fucked now, I could bet on it.
'...Sigh. Maybe we just slept.'
> Desperate reality denial had set in.
-Thump, thump.
I gently lifted the pure white blanket with the faintest touch so as not to wake her.
The Sage's body slowly came into view.
From her solar plexus to her cute navel. A slightly puffed lower belly leading down to her hips.
And below that, surprisingly, white fur.
The sight was so striking it would linger in my mind for a long time.
A man and a woman, both stark naked in the same bed—there's no way we didn't have sex.
As my anguish deepened, a brilliant idea flashed through my head.
'Status window!'
The Arborist's log would tell me everything.
I called it urgently, but no status window appeared.
Only then did I realize: inside Eden, the connection to the World Tree is severed.
'...The Sage wouldn't kill me over one night, right?'
She'd been friendly so far, but if she's strict about chastity, she might come after me like some vengeful World Tree.
I had no choice but to grovel.
'First, let's get up.'
It was practically fleeing.
I placed my hand lightly on the bed to avoid waking her and scooted my butt toward the edge.
-Flash.
The Sage's eyelids lifted naturally.
Oh god.
Why does my high Luck always fail me at times like this?
The Sage, rubbing her eyes, hadn't noticed me yet.
I could only pray inwardly.
That she remembered last night, that she seduced the drunk me on purpose.
I clasped my hands, begging for that minuscule probability.
"...?"
Her beautiful eyes turned to me.
The noble being I'd thought untouchable.
Her skin was so fair it seemed translucent, without even a hint of makeup.
"Mm... Siheon?"
Her sleepy voice spread softly.
Why does someone who's lived so long have such a sweet voice?
The Sage propped herself up on her elbow, tilting her body.
Her bare breasts sagged downward. My eyes naturally drifted there.
"Why are you in my room... Mm. Like this?"
She yawned sleepily, gazing at me languidly.
At that point, I realized even my last shred of hope had vanished.
The Sage's eyes slowly scanned my naked upper and lower body.
"......Huh."
Reality hit.
It took her sharp mind even less time than me to piece it together.
"Huh?"
Her gaze fixed on my lower half, then flicked to my face.
Reflexively touching her chest first, the Sage jolted and covered her breasts with her arms.
No scream erupted.
Her face flushed crimson in an instant as she yanked the blanket over herself, wrapping it tightly.
"......"
The blanket rolled up, exposing the bed fully.
A torn white dress, a broken bra hook, a scattered corset.
And then, the fresh bloodstains on the sheets that the blanket had hidden—we could no longer deny last night.
"...What did we do yesterday?"
"Don't... you remember?"
We stammered at each other.
The Sage nodded vigorously two or three times.
"I was so drunk... I don't remember a thing... Ah, nothing happened, right?"
Her voice higher-pitched than usual, she demanded an answer.
I couldn't say a word.
To make matters worse, my morning wood was twitching to life.
"Why is that thing...?"
No helping it.
What's done is done; no turning back.
Regaining my senses first, I stated the truth quietly.
"Looks like we went at it pretty hard."
"Don't say it like that! It's vulgar!"
She recoiled at my words.
Denial was futile. The blood was irrefutable evidence.
A virgin over a hundred years old was surprising, but the blood explained the impossible reality before us.
"...Panties."
"Pardon?"
"Give me panties!"
To the shouting Sage, I reflexively handed over the teddy bear panties clutched in my hand.
The teddy bear on the panties she snatched looked like it was crying, for some reason.
She dove under the blanket, shaking it several times, then a hand shot out to grab the bra from the bed too.
"Ah, that one's broken."
-Flash!
I sensed mana.
She'd urgently repaired it with magic.
'When we first met, she was all "sleep together, whatever." Seemed totally unfazed by men and women sharing space.'
That was when she decided to share a room with Marronier.
We have a lot to discuss. Might as well sleep together.
But no changing room, so there might be flashing. Deal with it.
Bathroom noises too. Still, better to come.
Hearing that, I'd thought the Sage had zero interest in romance.
'All an act? What kind of prudish act is this?'
Maybe pride in appearing detached from worldly desires.
"Hurry up and get dressed!"
"Ah, yes."
I scrambled into my scattered clothes on the floor.
The Sage emerged from the blanket in her underwear.
Thighs pressed together, arms over her chest. She glared warily.
Her soaked panties were see-through—unavoidable, I guess.
As my gaze dipped low, she shot me a glare.
I averted my eyes.
Right there, she donned corset, dress, and top.
I hadn't expected her to go full corset.
"...What are you looking at?"
"Nothing. Your soft belly this morning just popped into my head."
"Is groping a hobby of yours, Siheon?"
Fully dressed, she strode over and pinched my arm hard.
-Crunch!
Strong grip. I nearly yelped.
Tears welled up, snapping me sober.
Hangover gone, the Sage kept her flushed face down.
To cover every inch, she'd even added lace gloves, standing primly without showing an ankle.
"Nothing happened, right?"
"No, but the blood."
"......It's menstrual blood."
"What nonsense. You know better than anyone. Wait, do trees even menstruate?"
"Anyway, it is. It is!"
Menstruation would be worse.
Her desperate attempt to cover it with that nearly made me laugh.
This wasn't right, but it was kinda cute.
I quelled my rising smirk and patted her shoulder.
The absurdity was overwhelming.
"You know better than anyone. A smart person like you, why...?"
"......There is a recording magic tool in this room."
Her final resort.
Her eyes flicked to an opaque orb in the corner.
A crystal ball the size of an ostrich egg. She strode over, picked it up, and sat on the bed.
I, inwardly anxious, moved closer to see too.
"Don't come near."
"...Pardon?"
"I'll look alone."
What kind of nonsense is that?
Not without anxiety.
If I'd forced it, her extreme reaction meant my life could be on the line.
The orb hummed to life.
The Sage's eyes widened.
She scanned the room's records. I watched from afar.
Did she find last night?
Her breath hitched.
Mouth agape, hands trembling around the orb.
"S-Sage?"
"......"
No response.
That focused?
I circled behind the bed to peer over her shoulder.
A touch of mana revealed the scene instantly.
Visuals only, no sound.
4 AM in the Sage's room. No Sephiroth. Just us, bodies intertwined.
'...It's over.'
Not what she hoped.
But the movements were rough.
Nude Sage, back against the bed, taking my shaft in her mouth.
More like forced down her throat.
Drunk me was savage.
Gripping her hair, using her mouth at will.
Dozens, hundreds? Thousands of times?
Hours passed with her head guided by my hand.
White fluid erupted in her mouth. She kept bobbing through it.
After tens of minutes, I pinned her down on the bed.
I had to stop watching there.
'...'
Too stimulating.
And I might get caught peeking.
Last image: thrusting in an embrace. Then I looked away.
Back to my spot, she was still rigid.
'...What now.'
Evidence preserved.
Regretted not seeing the start.
No sound, so who seduced whom was unclear.
But these scenes alone?
I'm guilty as charged.
No wonder her morning grumpiness was ten times worse today.
Drunk me was a sex-crazed beast.
-Gulp.
I swallowed.
All I could do was humbly await her judgment for last night's pounding.
That morning teddy bear kept flashing in my mind.
-Click.
The orb finally shut off.
Her grip loosened.
Thud—roll.
It fell to the floor and rolled limply toward the wall. Her dazed eyes dropped.
Was her skin flushed from the start? Hard to tell.
Neck, ears, even arms—red.
"Sage?"
"That... I mean..."
"What happened last night?"
I'd glimpsed it but didn't mention.
Pretending ignorance.
Not to toy with her—I just wanted her to know I hadn't seen.
She fanned herself frantically.
"...Um."
Her voice sank with regret.
"This is my first time with something like this... I must've lost my mind briefly..."
"Yes, yes. Calm down."
She inhaled deeply to compose herself.
Breath caught, exhaling with a sigh.
"...Think of it as a mistake today."
A plea from her lips.
I had no choice but to accept it.