Chapter 37
Chapter 37
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 37
Chapter Title: Romance Fantasy (2)
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A letter arrived for Elaine.
It said the Duchess of the capital wanted to receive treatment in secret.
The rumors I'd spread were finally starting to pay off.
I naturally replied that I understood.
Damn, I'd hooked a big one right from the start.
I cleared my schedule and waited a few days, and the Duchess showed up wearing a mask.
Of course, she wasn't alone. She was accompanied by a stern-looking knight.
"It's really you, Deok-bae Asil..."
"It's been a while, Madam. Come inside—the weather's chilly."
Her name was Marie Crozet, the first wife of one of the kingdom's top five ducal houses.
She was a woman of refined elegance, the idol of many noble ladies, and held a high position in high society.
"You live in a place this cramped...?"
"It's plenty for two people."
"...Is 'that' child doing well?"
"She's living brighter and happier than anyone."
"...That's a relief, then."
Given her family's status, she hadn't openly rejected Cecilia. Their exchanges from academy days had just abruptly stopped.
It didn't matter to me. The 'Deok-bae Asil' from back then wasn't me anyway. The present was what counted.
The Crozet family backed the academy... If I showed her some goodwill this time, I might get a recommendation letter for a healer position there.
"It might not be to your taste, but it's herbal tea."
"You still remember my preferences. Thank you."
It was cheap tea unworthy of a duchess, but she drank it without a hint of complaint.
After one sip, though, she didn't touch it again. Guess it really was that cheap.
"Shall we... get down to business, then?"
"...This must stay a complete secret. My honor is at stake. You know how much that's worth, I trust."
"Of course."
"That's why I couldn't go to the church. They might use it against me. So I came to you. Deok-bae Asil, you've always been trustworthy."
"...I'm honored."
"Still, it's best to be certain about these things. So, if you could just sign this."
As she finished speaking, the knight beside her pulled out a glowing document and handed it over.
This was... a nondisclosure agreement. A kind of contract magic where both sides staked something as collateral. A whole NDA for one treatment? What the hell was she here for...?
"The stake is... your life?! Is that for real?"
"If this secret got out, I'd rather die."
"...Understood."
The more seriously she took it, the better for me. Bigger stakes meant bigger favors I could ask.
"That said, I'd like to change this part. I don't need this much money."
"Even living in a shack like this? Your honor's all gone, Deok-bae Asil..."
"No, it's to reclaim my honor, Madam. What I want instead is a recommendation letter for the academy."
"...!!"
Her face hardened the moment I mentioned the letter.
She forced down some of the cheap herbal tea.
Look at that reaction... Annoying.
"Not Cecilia's letter. Elaine's already agreed to write that one."
"Elaine Dwenn, that woman...! Is she in her right mind?"
"Madam, Cecilia is no witch. She was simply born with a blessing of mana, and now she fully controls it."
I said it seriously, and she managed her expression before downing more tea.
The knight beside her couldn't hide his scowl, though.
Probably thought I was being rude to the Duchess.
"Your own recommendation letter, then?"
"Yes. For a healer position at the academy."
"...You plan to return to the capital. With that child."
"It's where we have to end up eventually. And now's the time."
"In that case... I can manage that much. But only if your skills prove reliable, Deok-bae Asil."
"'If you deem me worthy, you'll write the letter.' That'll do."
"Contract established."
She conjured a ballpoint pen with mana, took the contract, and edited the reward section.
I checked it with Observe—no tricks. A duchess wouldn't stoop to that anyway.
I signed, and the document split into two: one to my chest, the other to hers.
Seeing it in memories was one thing, but in person? Magic never ceased to amaze.
"Now, then... will you finally tell me?"
"Sigh... Well..."
"...It's an STD."
My head was spinning.
I led her to the examination room.
I sat her in the treatment chair, reclined it, and fitted her legs into the stirrups, forcing them apart.
The kind of setup you'd see in a gynecologist's office—or in my case, porn. I'd made it for enjoying treatments.
I removed the towel over her lower abdomen, exposing the Duchess's pussy in all its glory. It twitched in embarrassment.
A curtain hung midway on the chair, hiding her face from me, but I could imagine. I'd spread plenty of legs like this.
This was a first, though—the knight who'd come with her was still there, holding her hand.
...This was an affair, plain and simple.
The STD she mentioned was wounds inside her vagina. Apparently from getting pierced by a dick coated in aura.
I hid my shock and mentioned how Duke Liam was as rough as the rumors said.
Turns out the rough one was the pure-hearted knight holding her hand.
Come to think of it, Duke Liam was off subjugating barbarians. Guess these two had been going at it hard in his absence.
"Alright... I'll spread it open and check."
"..."
No response—too embarrassed.
I grabbed her pussy with both hands and pried it open anyway.
"Hah...!"
Sexual Stimulation was active, of course.
The Duchess moaning with her lover right there, pussy spread before another man. Hot as hell. No way I'd miss this.
Observe confirmed cuts and scrapes inside her vagina.
Must've hurt every time she walked, but she'd hidden it well.
Aura sex? Not even oral? Was he that insecure? Or were they into increasingly hardcore kinks?
Shocking either way.
"Can't see well with the naked eye. I'll use my fingers to check inside."
"...Ha! Mmph, uu... Hn, hngh..."
I'd already seen everything, but I slid my fingers into her pussy.
She tried stifling her voice, but when I hit her G-spot...
"...Haaang! Heuk! Haa..."
She couldn't hold back and let out a lewd cry.
Her pussy clenched, a wound scraping my finger, and she yelped in pain.
"Kkuuuk! Ha... Uuk!"
Didn't expect that. Felt kinda bad.
"Hey! Are you even doing this properly?!"
Whoa, the pure macho knight was pissed. How was he so bold, cheating bastard? Not that I could talk...
"My apologies. But I've checked everything. It's a sensitive area, so even small movements hurt a lot, but the wounds aren't too severe."
"Can you treat it today?"
"Of course. It won't take long. Though it might hurt as much as now during treatment."
"...Haa... That's fine. Please just treat it now..."
"Understood. Knight, please stay by her side and calm her."
"Hmph! Fine."
She wouldn't just feel pain—she'd feel good. Better than with you.
So watch close while I finger this cheater to gasps.
I used Heal and slid my fingers back in—slowly from the entrance, letting her feel every inch.
"...Haa... Ha... Hnngh..."
She started panting in response, love juices trickling out.
As my fingers delved deeper, squelching grew louder, her moans too.
"Haaang... Uung... Haaaang..."
I teased her, healing only the wounds and avoiding her G-spot or weak points.
She subtly bucked her hips, trying to rub against it.
Each time, I moved my fingers to deny her.
"Ahh... No... Hn..."
Her body heated up; now she openly lifted her hips, chasing my fingers.
Finally touching her G-spot, she climaxed.
"Ha, haaaang! Nooooo!"
"M-Madam? What the—"
"You quack doctor!"
-Thud!
As she came, the knight charged me in a rage and punched me square in the face.
Fuck, that hurt like hell. I was a D-rank hunter, but he was way stronger.
"What the hell was that?!"
"You bastard! Daring to toy with the Madam under the guise of treatment?!"
"I treated her without a shred of shame!"
"Still denying it to the end?!"
"Stop!!"
I gritted my teeth and yelled back righteously; he raised his fist again.
I wasn't backing down—ready to pull the green dagger from inventory.
In that tense standoff, the Duchess shouted.
"Lance! Stand down! He's right—it's fully healed."
"R-Really?"
"Yes! I just... got a bit sensitive. You know that."
"True..."
What bullshit.
"Sorry, Asil... Are you alright?"
Still exposed below, half-naked, she approached, worried for me.
My dick wouldn't stay calm like this...
I suppressed the erection and used Heal and Purify on my punched jaw.
Loose teeth realigned, bruised cheek cleared.
Blood vanished from my lips, wrinkled clothes smoothed.
"I-It really worked!"
"A true blessing from the gods!"
"No, a god's guilt... for taking her away."
"Ahh... Asil..."
After losing Elise and falling into despair, I suddenly gained the power to heal people.
Unlike priests' Heal, it was different.
Deok-bae Asil saw it as god's guilt and called himself a doctor, not a healer.
This was the info I'd spread through Elaine.
A strategy to advertise my unique abilities without drawing church aggro.
To differentiate, I touched wounds directly during healing, unlike healers.
For NTR reasons, but it worked.
After treatment, we had more tea in the parlor. The Duchess's gaze had changed—skeptical no more after seeing my real Heal.
The knight kept his head bowed, sorry.
I'd planned to chew him out, but his preemptive apology left me speechless.
"Let me apologize again, Asil. For showing such an embarrassing side during treatment, and for failing to control Lance as his lady."
"It's fine, Madam. It happens to anyone. Nothing shameful. And I was actually moved by Lance's loyalty. Acting for his lady without hesitation—he's a model knight."
"Asil... You've really never changed."
The Duchess looked at me with misty eyes, touched. The knight was outright crying.
Least like me, but it hit the mark.
"Is there anything I can do for you? As Duchess Crozet, I can't just leave like this—it's unbecoming. Please, ask."
"In that case... when we return to the capital, could you be Cecilia's guardian?"
"That's..."
"I plan to debut her in society. Please help clear up her misunderstandings... I beg you."
"You're truly sincere... Alright, Asil. I'll trust you. Give me time to speak with the child."
"Thank you! You'll love her, I'm sure. Cecilia's so pure and kind!"
"Kyaaaaah!"
A woman floated in the air, screaming.
Her arms were twisted backward and broken.
"Heehee! Cute sound. So that's what people make when their arms snap?"
Cecilia smiled down at her.
A pure, angelic smile.
"Please... stop... I don't want to die, please..."
"That's why~ you should've stopped when I told you to."
"Kyaaaaah! Uwaaaah!"
Now her ankles slowly twisted.
Tears streamed as she screamed, but they crunched and snapped anyway.
"Laughing at me like some kid who knows nothing, when you don't know a thing about Father! You filthy bitch! Seducing him when you're married?!"
"Kwaaaah! I'm sorry, I won't! Kkuuuk... Ha, aaaah!"
The twisting didn't stop post-snap—it went full circle back to position.
Cecilia kept smiling the whole time.
"I told you: never see Father again. Since you can't manage alone, I'll help."
"Heehee! Aren't I nice?"
To her, Cecilia's smile was
that of a true witch.