Chapter 218
Chapter 218
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 218
Chapter Title: Save Me
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Lately, one thought had been hitting me hard.
Maybe I'm the kind of guy who falls into traps way more easily than I think.
Just look at the situation right now.
"...Elnor."
I force my trembling cheeks to stay still as best I can and open my mouth.
"Weren't you the one who invited me to dinner?"
Truth be told, I'd felt a twinge of unease ever since she suggested we eat alone together.
But what kind of dinner in the world.
Takes place in the bedroom.
With the door locked tight.
"I did."
...
The reply comes from above.
From Elnor, who's pinning me down on the bed using both her legs and arms.
She'd invited me for dinner, and the moment we stepped into the bedroom, this happened. Like a kidnapping, she locked the door right away, tossed me onto the bed, and boom—this position.
"Anything strange about that?"
...
Everything from one to ten is strange.
"...Why are you dressed like that...?"
Her in just black lingerie. My barely controlled trembling cheeks are about to lose it again.
It feels like facing a predator with its prey right in front of it.
This was a situation I'd braced myself for ever since entering the Tristan Duchy, but having it right in front of me is dizzying.
"Dawood."
Then.
Elnor's voice, laced with heated sighs, brushes near my ear.
Hot breath touches my ear. The sensation from our pressed bodies is intensely hot. Like a fireball racing through my veins, I can feel her body temperature skyrocketing.
"Did you really think I'd call you all the way here just for dinner?"
"...Wait a second, Elnor—"
Before I can even respond, an indescribably stimulating sensation swirls over me.
I blink a few times.
Ah.
I get it now.
Elnor has pulled me tight into her chest.
My forehead sinks into her cleavage. Her already scorching body heat envelops my entire face.
...
One of the ultimate carnal luxuries a man can enjoy—before my brain can fully process it, a sticky satisfaction and coziness seeps into my thoughts, loosening my whole body without me realizing.
I gasp in surprise, and Elnor's scent rushes fiercely into my nostrils.
It's unmistakably fragrant enough to melt my mind away.
"...Good boy."
Following that, a gentle touch like soothing a child strokes the back of my head.
My reason, feeling distant, screams that I need to fight my way out right now, that this is seriously dangerous. And I totally agree.
But even if I twist with all my strength, to this fearsome duchess, it must look like a child's tantrum.
"Really, just stay still."
She tightens her arms around me, and my body flops right back.
My eyes, buried in her chest again, catch her cleavage thrusting forward once more.
No wonder my eyes feel bloodshot. My breathing is starting to quicken. Bad sign.
"Or."
In that state. Even through the hazy sensation, from beyond my position.
I hear Elnor whispering.
"Do you want more?"
More?
What?
What?
More?
What?
"...Elnor."
I manage to gasp it out.
And in that state.
"...You don't have to be so tense."
Elnor's whisper reaches me.
["I would never hurt you."]
...?
Suddenly.
I pry open my tightly shut eyes at the odd sensation.
Just now, in Elnor's voice.
There was 'something different' mixed in.
...
Then, my mind clears up rapidly.
'...What.'
Like it was forcibly 'deleted' by something, the hazy sensation from moments ago vanishes like a lie.
The moment that thought hits, Elnor's body slightly pulls away from mine.
"You."
Compared to before, her voice here is remarkably clear too.
"You've been through a lot lately, haven't you."
...
I widen my eyes and look up at Elnor.
Elnor gently strokes my cheek next. No lust or desire—just a smile that feels almost maternal.
...
Was she like this before too?
Or did I misread it originally?
Her demeanor is so natural that those thoughts arise.
She doesn't even seem aware that 'something' intervened just now.
"If I did whatever I wanted here, you'd definitely end up in a tough spot. Isn't that right?"
That's true, but.
Wasn't she the one who called me here for that exact purpose from the start?
As I blink with that in mind.
"You're guarding that 'line' so fiercely. Do you think I lack that much awareness?"
Elnor chuckles again and lightly presses my nose bridge.
"Then, respecting your will. We'll postpone the fun... just a bit."
With that, Elnor extends her hand in front of me.
A ring.
The one she gave me before as a token of engagement. The same one on my finger.
She carefully wraps my hand so our rings touch.
"On the day this ring proves its worth. Until we can touch like this forever. Shall we wait for that day?"
I stare blankly up at Elnor, who smiles brightly after saying that, too stunned to reply.
"...But."
After spilling all that, Elnor pulls me into a tight hug again.
Not the violent way of burying me in her cleavage like before.
But a much more innocent embrace, burying her own face in my chest.
"You can allow me this much. It's essential for me too."
"...Essential?"
"Replenishing my Dawood supply."
"Huh?"
"Without this, I can't survive."
Her serious reply, devoid of any playfulness, comes right after.
At that sight, a laugh escapes me unwittingly.
Her deadpan delivery of such lines casually— that's definitely the usual Elnor.
'...Whatever.'
I have no idea what just happened.
But for now, I should play along with her rhythm.
"...Take as much as you want."
I say that and try to hug her back.
Precisely, I try.
Until Elnor slaps my hand away with a smack.
"Elnor?"
"...Don't."
I blink at her mumbling voice and look at her.
"It's embarrassing."
...
The same person who was about to devour me moments ago?
Now?
"Embarrassing is embarrassing."
...
"I can hug you, but don't hug me back. My resistance isn't that high yet."
"...Why is it okay when you hug me?"
"I'm the attacker type. Not used to being on the receiving end."
...
"Got it? Just stay quietly in my arms. It feels nice and warm."
Yeah.
Women's hearts are unknowable even when you think you know them.
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"...Have a good evening, Dawood."
"You too, Elnor."
After a long while of nuzzling, Dawood leaves the room with that farewell. The moment he does, Elnor's expression sours rapidly.
More precisely, it's tinged with melancholy.
"...Haa..."
She sighs deeply enough to sink the floor and rubs her dry face repeatedly.
The dim lighting probably hid it.
But right now, her face must be flushed red all the way to her ears.
"...That idiot..."
The mutter slips out.
"He really doesn't do it just because I tell him not to... no sense at all..."
It's embarrassing.
She's embarrassed out of her mind too.
Yet she charged in anyway.
Prepared sexy lingerie that didn't suit her, set the mood,
Did things a loose woman might do repeatedly,
And still, he doesn't man up and just go for it...!
She'd accept anything he did...!
"...Haa..."
The sad part is.
Next time, she'll probably be the one begging that man again in exactly this way with high probability.
"...The one who falls first is at fault. Can't be helped..."
In the end, it's the thirsty one digging the well.
Once you've fallen for a guy like that, it's an inescapable fate.
'...But.'
Separate from that man's attitude.
Something feels off.
'...Isn't this pretty different from your initial resolve, Elnor.'
She truly didn't want to push if it troubled Dawood.
But still, that, well.
Elnor was starving for Dawood.
Honestly, she'd held back a lot.
So, having invited him to her own home like this.
She could've squeezed him out, wrung him dry until he withered, kept going until he begged her to stop, and only then figured out a solution.
More than being embarrassed or not wanting to burden him.
Her accumulated affection for him ran deeper.
Lately, it had worsened—just hearing his voice nearby made her lower abdomen burn sometimes.
So why.
Why did her resolve weaken at the very last moment?
Her initial determination was completely different.
...
No matter how she thought about it, she didn't know.
She'd just thought 'that would be best' at the time.
"...No point dwelling on the past."
It's already done. Rethinking it won't change anything.
With that conclusion, Elnor gives a wry smile and looks down at her hand.
The engagement ring with Dawood gleams softly under the light.
'...As long as this is here.'
No need to worry too much.
They'd promised. To remain each other's most precious existence.
So, she just needs to wait patiently.
As she strokes the ring contentedly with that thought.
Suddenly, a bizarre sensation surges inside her.
Rising sharply near her heart.
"...!"
Elnor widens her eyes and jumps to her feet.
'...Just now...?'
Something.
Something big happened in her body.
It doesn't take long to realize why it felt that way.
"...Gone?"
The 'gray aura' always felt near her heart is gone.
As if.
It had independently 'slipped out' of her body.
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"...Haa..."
The moment I flop onto the bed, a disappointed voice echoes from the Soul Linker.
[...That was anticlimactic. Right?]
...
Was that nothing to you?
This guy's getting more extreme lately, huh?
'...No.'
And in my opinion, it wasn't nothing.
['Something else definitely intervened.']
I'm sure of it.
Without that 'something's' interference just now, I would've been.
Well.
Squeezed dry by Elnor.
Mercilessly, until the end.
['...What was that?']
I scratch my head, recalling Elnor from moments ago.
Honestly, only one thing could've intervened like that.
But the problem is 'why' it did...
['...No clue.']
Sighing as I think that, I suddenly notice something odd.
'...Kallivan?'
No response.
Thinking he's messing with me again, I frown at the Soul Linker.
Precisely, I try to.
"...?"
My body.
Won't move.
Not just my body—it's like.
Me included.
The 'entire world' has frozen solid.
'...Ah.'
And.
The moment I realize that.
A window pops up in front of me.
[System Message]
[ The presence of the target is detected! ]
[ 'Seal of the Otherworldly' reacts! ]
Along with that window.
From the empty air near the ceiling.
[Hello.]
The guy descends lightly with those words.
[Long time no see.]
Gray Devil.
The suddenly appearing figure lands lightly on my body.
Then, presses down on my unmoving form.
Exactly.
The same pose Elnor had taken just before pouncing on me.
'...Huh?'
And in that position, one thing is clearly felt.
'Sensation.'
This guy feels like he has a human body. Touch, feel, physically sense each other's presence.
Seeing my shocked expression, the Gray Devil chuckles down at me.
[Yeah. You can finally touch it now, can’t you?]
He grins and continues.
[It’s because the seal evolved. You’ve grown a little closer to us.]
...
[I’ve been waiting all this time—until we could touch each other like this.]
...
Suddenly.
A chill runs down my spine.
I don't know the details.
But before I can ask 'why wait for that,' I find the answer myself.
This situation is extremely dangerous.
"...Hey."
With a trembling voice, I barely mouth the words.
Moving my body is impossible, but this much I can manage.
"What did you do to Elnor and me just now?"
Common sense says.
At that time, only this guy could've 'interfered' with both me and Elnor simultaneously.
Just that I don't know the reason.
[...]
And.
Hearing me, the Gray Devil smiles more deeply.
Then.
[Even in cold water.]
A clear answer comes.
[There is a hierarchy. Even if it’s that child.]
"...What?"
[When it comes to everything about you, I must always be the first.]
...
An ominous sensation becomes reality.
Thinking about it, it's simple.
He waited until he could touch me, and bothered interrupting with another woman.
For a possessive devil, the reason is obvious.
...
Because he wants to eat first.
Damn.
[You’ve been lucky so far, but…]
Seeing that, I instinctively realize.
[Never from me.]
From now on.
With this guy.
[Can’t you run away?]
I'm done for.
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