It's Romance, Not Adultery
In a dark secret chamber prepared in secrecy, the only illumination came from a single red lantern hanging from the ceiling.
"You weren't caught, were you?" The woman asked with serious eyes as she sat on the unusually large, plush bed, combing her long purple hair.
She was truly beautiful. Her purple locks shimmered like jewels in the lantern light, and the luxurious, sheer negligee trimmed with frills perfectly accentuated her voluptuous figure. She looked to be in her late thirties. Time had simply matured her beauty, leaving no flaws behind. Those purple eyes now turned toward the knight standing before her.
Wearing an elegant uniform, he flashed a good-natured smile. With his striking golden hair, he reminded her of a golden retriever.
"I was as careful as possible."
"...That smile makes me doubt every word." Though she spoke with clear dissatisfaction, the corners of her mouth curved upward.
"Come here. Take off that uniform."
Her once-cold eyes drew a gentle arc, and kindness soon softened her entire face. At her tender command, the man removed his coat.
The good-natured knight, now free of his uniform, buried his head into her soft breasts. The plush sensation sent him into ecstasy.
"Hehe, you still adore breasts as much as ever." She smiled gently as she watched him. The way he sucked at her chest like a child was rather cute—like a newborn baby.
"Does that mean you dislike it?" The man looked up at her with a smile. Instead of answering, she simply pulled him tighter into her embrace.
There was no way she could dislike it. From the beginning, she had always loved this side of him.
With a firm push, he laid her down on the bed and gazed at her with a smile.
"Already eager? You're such a horny little thing." Her slightly startled expression pleased him, and those beautifully perked mounds—standing so invitingly—stirred a powerful urge to conquer them. He found her utterly adorable: the way she always treated him like a child, yet so easily ended up beneath him. Before his cock, she transformed from that noble lady into nothing more than a bitch in heat, and he loved her more than any other woman for it.
Squeeze.
"Ahng!" When he lightly grasped those peaks, a coquettish moan escaped her lips—one that seemed impossible coming from her usually domineering mouth.
Savoring the soft texture he could feel even through the fabric, the man slowly lowered his face. He first planted a gentle kiss on her pure-white neck, then lightly nibbled her slightly parted lower lip.
She parted her lips in response, welcoming him. They nibbled and sucked, tongues intertwining softly. As they repeated the dance, his hands naturally tore her negligee open.
Rip!
She looked at him in alarm. "W-wait, what are you doing ripping my clothes?"
Even as he continued kneading her large breasts, he answered. The deep, beautiful valley and pale flesh visible through the torn fabric clouded his vision with desire.
"You can just change into another."
"...Honestly. You're so selfish." Despite her words, there was no real displeasure in her eyes.
"You're already soaking wet." Noticing as much, the man smiled as he slid a finger into her drenched folds.
Squish. Squish. He made lewd, wet sounds with his fingers while his mouth gently bit down on her perky, dark-red nipple. Holding her slender waist as it writhed beneath him, he naturally began to thrust inside her.
Thrust!
She was already excited, kissing him back eagerly. He began moving his hips slowly while their lips remained locked.
Squish. Squish.
"You're still so wonderfully tight." He spoke with admiration as he savored the exquisite grip around him.
"Really...! I told you not to say such unsexy things." She grumbled, yet her body tightened around him even more.
She was truly a wonderful woman. He loved her, and she loved him just as deeply.
Therefore, this was not adultery.
They both believed it. This was simply the romance of two people who had found their true match a little late in life.
On the train, Asa gazed out the window and muttered quietly, "If I'd known we'd return to Rucella this quickly, I wouldn't have gotten so sentimental."
She felt like a fool for shedding tears in a wave of emotion when leaving Rucella.
"Well, that was pretty funny," Jenkinson agreed. He closed his book as the capital city of Rucella, Giner, gradually appeared on the horizon.
"Let's end the lesson here. We can continue the next one during our next journey."
"Yes." Alkai replied, still looking somewhat dazed. The concepts he was learning now were so different from everything he once knew that he remained in a state of confusion.
The train glided to a smooth stop the moment it reached Giner. The three gathered their belongings and stepped onto the platform.
"Are you Priest Jenkinson?"
The knight approached them the instant they disembarked. Jenkinson’s face brightened noticeably at the sight of him, and he smiled.
Huh? Asa tilted her head. The knight was quite tall, with brown hair and a rather gentle face. Yet he looked strikingly similar to Priest Jenkinson.
"Yes, that’s correct. But before that… why are you pretending not to know me?" Jenkinson grinned at the knight, then reached out and tugged his earlobe.
"Ow, ow, ow! It’s a mission! I’m on duty! Ah, brother, seriously!"
Only then did the knight drop his solemn expression and begin whining to Jenkinson. Jenkinson watched him with clear affection.
"It can’t hurt that much, can it?"
"It does! It really hurts when you do it!" The knight grumbled while rubbing his reddened ear.
"B-brother?" Asa asked, startled. Jenkinson made no attempt to hide it.
"This is my younger brother. Go on, introduce yourself."
"…I’m Cabinson Abnaigel."
This knight was Jenkinson’s younger brother by seven years—Cabinson Abnaigel. Their father was often absent on hunts, and their mother had been frail, so Jenkinson had practically raised him, even changing his diapers. To Jenkinson, he felt less like a brother and more like a son.
"So you became a knight because you were no longer in the territory." Jenkinson had wondered why he hadn’t seen him back home.
Cabinson shuddered. "It’s seriously creepy! Think about how the younger brother feels hearing his older brother speak so formally to him."
Jenkinson shrugged helplessly. "We’re on duty right now."
Even if they were family, a priest couldn’t speak casually while on a mission. Jenkinson had made his position clear, and Cabinson eventually surrendered. Not even their father had ever been able to break that stubbornness.
"…Anyway, follow me. Her Highness is waiting."
With a small sigh, Cabinson took the lead. Jenkinson followed with a relaxed smile.
"Well then, shall we go?"
"Ah, yes…"
So he has a younger brother. Walking behind them, Asa felt a strange sense of wonder. To think that such a monster had a younger brother… it was oddly fascinating.
"More than that, I never expected you to become a knight," Jenkinson said curiously as he walked beside Cabinson.
Cabinson answered with an awkward expression. "I was too embarrassed to tell you. Compared to you or Father, I’m pathetically weak. I can only use one Unique Magic."
No… normally, using two is what’s considered strange. For a moment, Asa wanted to point that out. The ability to use Unique Magic at all was rare. Someone capable of multiple Unique Magics was even rarer. Yet he felt embarrassed by having only one? It made no sense by her standards.
"Hmm… still, it’s good that you’ve become a knight. Why not take this chance to become the family successor?"
At Jenkinson’s suggestion, Cabinson nearly had a seizure. "…Enough with the jokes. I could never replace you."
He wore a thoroughly fed-up expression. He had zero desire to take his brother’s place—especially because he knew exactly how terrifying Jenkinson truly was.
"More importantly, we’ve arrived. Go on in. She’s waiting for you inside."
They had reached the door to the palace reception room. Jenkinson turned to the others.
"Sir Asa. And Alkai. Please wait here."
"Yes!"
"Understood."
Jenkinson nodded in satisfaction and stepped inside. Cabinson watched the pair for a moment before speaking.
"It seems my brother has received quite a lot of help from both of you."
"Ah, no. If anything, we’re the ones who are indebted to him."
Surprised by the unexpectedly polite reply, Asa answered quickly. Cabinson looked relieved.
"That’s good to hear."
Watching him, Asa felt that strange sensation again. They looked remarkably similar, yet…
What is it? Unlike Priest Jenkinson, this man gave off none of that overwhelming, terrifying pressure. The dreadful aura of someone who had transcended humanity was completely absent.