The Fake Arlea

Fake Arlea goes squee—

Gurgle—

I wasn't exactly a heavy drinker, but the sensation currently crawling through my skull was, without a doubt, a hangover. If I'd only dozed off for security detail, there was no reason I should have been drinking.

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"Shit."

I let out a long sigh.

That lunatic actually took me up on it?

I'd only said I'd half-wreck her, and she went and made the whole thing a done deal overnight?!

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I held my breath and pictured the absolute worst. What if Arlea had deliberately gotten me blackout drunk?!

There was a real chance we'd had sex.

If she'd claimed my first night and then played dumb, I wouldn't even be able to push back.

First things first—get up and clean. Starting with this drinking mess.

I threw off the blanket covering me.

"Oh, oppa… haaah… hahaha…"

Arlea was fast asleep, clinging to me.

Crazy woman. She really went all out!

Thump, thump—

As if listening to the sound of my heartbeat, Arlea rested her head against my chest.

There was no way she wouldn't notice from that position.

Even with a hangover, she was a human weapon who could detox herself in seconds. The moment her eyes opened and she lunged— hyaaaagh!

Squish, squish.

Arlea's warm, soft breasts swayed just shy of pressing against me.

Don't tell me…

Whew. Thank god. At least it hadn't been responsibility without the pleasure. If it had been the absolute worst-case scenario—I would have thrown every ounce of strength I had into pinning her to the bed and getting out of there.

I shook Arlea.

"Your Highness. You need to wake up."

Soft—

"Y-Your Highness?"

Soft, soft—

"…Arlea is… a dummy?"

Heeheeheeheehee—

She wasn't waking up at all.

Well, she always had been the type who, once she dozed off, simply would not get up.

…I'd even counted on that at first.

Though I hadn't expected her to take advantage of me in my sleep.

"I need to move first."

Those crimson eyes, thick with predatory greed.

Remembering them, my current appearance was basically a tribute platter screaming, Please eat me.

I was practically half-naked, too. I neatly put my uniform back on and refocused on the situation.

Where to even start—I was just getting up when it hit me.

"…"

There were two Arleas lying on the floor. I looked back and forth between them and let out a groan.

"Fuck. What the hell are you."

No matter how insane I might be, I was not the kind of easy man who would personally hand over his chastity to a yandere.

I quietly lifted Arlea.

No panties. No bra…

There was nowhere safe to look. Especially not with the reddish handprints and nail-and-tooth marks running clearly from her shoulders… to her chest… her stomach… her hips… all the way down her thighs.

Manhandling, plus kissing on top of it.

She was sprawled out like a frog with its belly up.

…Still, she's been taking care of herself properly.

That vivid pink was unforgettable. Ahem. A sharp scent rose up, so I opened the window.

…Just how hard had I been chewing on her, for the marks to be stamped that clearly.

Shit. Next time I even think about drinking vodka, someone stop me. First… check their condition.

Which one first?

Both Arleas were in a state where I'd bitten, sucked, and done every last thing to them. Damn it—alcohol really was the enemy. I felt that in my bones.

I lifted the Arlea on the left first.

"…Hold it in. Hold it in. Hold it in!"

Arlea was wearing nothing but a loose bathrobe with nothing underneath, so her bare skin was fully on display.

That deep cleavage.

Those heavy, rounded mounds of breast even more so!

Sway, sway—

Damn woman. Trying to seduce me with her body, was she?

The world's strongest man, the master of surviving yanderes—did she really think I'd surrender my virginity that easily?!

Of course not!

I was concentrating with everything I had just to hold myself back.

"Status window."

Whew.

I let out a breath of pure relief.

"Almost fucked myself over. Anyway—left Arlea is fine."

Back when we'd been bound as husband and wife, Arlea had been absolutely desperate to have a child.

Now that I'd returned to the past, she was at the flower of her twenties.

I didn't want to wreck her career and turn her into a married woman. I wasn't that shameless.

I laid the left Arlea back down. Then I turned my head to the right.

"…And over here."

The right one was Suit Arlea.

Her shirt had ridden up, revealing soft flesh, and thanks to that generous heart of hers the buttons were practically bursting open.

Soft, soft—

Oddly enough, this one's chest was a little smaller, but rounder and better shaped.

The right Arlea was probably the fake.

Squish.

Squish.

Yeah… this one was definitely fake. I scooped the right Arlea up in a princess carry. The feel of her under my hands was compact and well-formed.

"Status window."

"This one's definitely fake. There's a question mark attached."

I looked down at Fake Arlea.

Who the hell are you. Don't tell me you're some demon or vampire trying to steal my chastity while pretending to be Arlea?!

For the school nurse to show up… the timing was all wrong. She was a second-year transfer, so even as a heroine, the odds of her being in play this early—like Sophia—were low.

I set Fake Arlea back down.

Twitch—

Fake Arlea woke up.

"M-Mikhail."

"Your Highness."

"——My love! C-come here!"

Arlea lunged at me.

Wham—

Thud.

"Ugh! Y-Your Highness!"

Whether I pushed her away or not, Arlea coiled around me like a snake settling into its nest. Affection poured from her eyes.

She ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠kept holding on. If anything, she tightened her grip, as if she couldn't bear to let go.

She buried her face against my collarbone, breathing in my scent, and with me seated in her lap she clutched my sleeves tight.

Fake. This Arlea is fake.

"Let go of me, Your Highness. If you ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠don't, I will cut you free."

"Hm?"

Those crimson eyes curved into delighted half-moons. What—why was she smiling.

Squish—

"Stay still. Can't you see I'm enjoying this right now?"

"Excuse me?"

"I said I'm enjoying it. A lot. I should've done this ages ago. Mmhuhuhu."

Uuuugh—

But as I kept resisting, Arlea's face went blank.

"This Imperial Princess shall claim you by the authority of the Empire—what possible problem could there be with that. Hmph. When you've already taken my virginity and everything."

Fake Arlea smiled darkly.

Bullshit.

I already checked you.

"Haaah, would it kill you to just sit still and stop resisting——!! That's so mean. Really, so mean. M-monopolizing me and everything——!! J-just stop fighting and go limp already————!!"

Arlea wore a sinister smile I'd never seen on her before. I needed to subdue her first!

Ha—

I seized the opening and flipped Arlea over.

"Nnyaaaaah!"

Caught completely ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠off guard, Fake Arlea tumbled across the floor several times.

Before she could even try to get up, I straddled her stomach.

Assassin. She's an assassin!

Pin her down.

I clamped my hands around her throat and cut off her air.

"Kh— o-ohhk… ba. ——O-ghhk!"

"Kh—— kghk, kek."

Fake Arlea wet herself. Ha. Haaah. God damn it. Of all places to break in—with this many guards around.

"Undo it. Transform back."

"I don't—— wanna♥"

Fake Arlea's lips twitched into a smile. This crazy bitch—still at it!

So that was how she wanted to play?

"Fine. Let's take this all the way, then."

"—————♥"

"—————Heeughhk"

Poof—

With a cheerful little sound effect, the assassin's transformation dropped.

Covered in bite marks and every kind of sexual harassment imaginable, she twitched and went limp in a puddle of water.

"What."

I tilted my head.

Wh-why. Why was she the fake Arlea?!

Sophia looked completely out of her mind—probably from enduring the sexual harassment techniques I'd honed through Arlea. With her brain starved of oxygen, she was clearly drowning in every kind of pleasure.

"Kehehk—— th-that, th-this is…… uh…… there was a d-drinking party, they said—— so I c-came, I cameeeet♥"

Sophia babbled incoherently, writhing. Spouting nonsense like a hermit crab without its shell.

Damn it. What the hell had I done to a kid who was basically like a little sister to me.

Drip, drip—

Sophia's sweat kept expanding the puddle's radius.

Ugh, when was I going to clean that up.

"Professor. Her Highness is waking up."

"Mmph!"

Nod, nod. Sophia slowly bobbed her head.

"Can you stay quiet?"

Nod-nod-nod!!

"Understood, Professor. I don't know what reason you had for doing something like that, but it doesn't seem like it was intentional."

I took my hand off Sophia's mouth.

A long, wet curve of saliva stretched from her lips to my palm.

Ugh, she licked me.

Sophia looked up at me with a face that said this whole situation was deliciously forbidden and utterly intoxicating.

Well—right next to us was the woman who was basically my wife. This was full-on adultery, wasn't it.

"Ha, hahaha. My body won't, won't do, kehek, what I te———ll it♥"

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"R-right! Right now, the two of us were being controlled by a dark mage. A thoroughly wicked and corrupted monster. That bastard."

"Th-that's, th—— hehk, th-that doesn't even ma——ke sense———"

Sophia couldn't finish the sentence.

Now that her reason was returning, the scene unfolding before her was nothing short of a disaster.

C-couldn't he just choke me a little longer.

She could only feel regret.

If he'd just gone a little further.

But… why like this.

Sophia lowered her eyes.

On her own body—countless bite marks, traces of every kind of sexual harassment.

"Heh, heheheheh."