Chapter 272 As You Wish
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Translator: JayM
Chapter: 272
Chapter Title: As You Wish
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Sebastian hurriedly took his ear off the wall and looked at it.
"T-This is...!"
Even if he was a virgin, he wasn't a fool.
He could tell that the situation was strange. Because Cian, who had always been dignified, had just let out a delicate and yet coquettish moan.
Sebastian collapsed on the spot and clutched his hair.
A moment ago…
The sight of the barbarian with his arm around the hero's shoulder flashed through his mind. When had they gotten that close?
'No way.'
Was the guy who had slept with Cian that barbarian bastard?
Griiind.
Sebastian's face contorted at once, and the sound of him grinding his teeth echoed out.
Anger welled up from deep within his chest. He also felt a pain as if his heart was being torn.
His magic responded to his intense emotions, slowly rising and swirling around him.
Woooong.
Sebastian shot up from his seat.
'I'll kill him.'
Sebastian, who was about to run over right away, froze.
A thread of reason held his legs in place.
‘Wait.’
The actions that the barbarian had committed up until now passed through his mind like a panorama.
The barbarian was ignorant, but he wasn’t a fool.
'If you're stupid, you can't survive in the labyrinth!'
Those were the words that barbarian bastard had said in the Swamp area.
If he wasn't a fool…
Then how could he brazenly enter the hero party's lodging and defile the hero right there?
It didn't make sense.
However…
The hero's voice kept bothering him.
Sebastian paced around the room like a dog that had to poop.
Slap!!!
Sebastian's eyes flashed as he clapped his hands.
'That's right!'
He had an imprint that could tell the number of times someone had had sex.
If…
An unfortunate incident were to happen, he would be able to notice it right away.
He had to watch the situation a little more, to see if it was really just a massage, or if something else was happening.
If he acted rashly and was hated by Cian, everything he had done would be all for nothing. Besides, he didn't want to see the face of that Gibson bastard, who would laugh at his mistake.
Sebastian came to a conclusion and pressed his ear against the wall again.
"Cover your mouth. The next room will hear everything!"
"Hnnng. Mmmph!"
"Does this feel good?!"
"T-That place...! A little more gently..."
"It's so tight... Well, it's been two weeks..."
"Nghuuuuup!!!"
Then, a moan suddenly burst forth.
Sebastian's body trembled slightly.
'Is it really just a massage?'
How could a single massage make a woman's mouth produce such a voice that he had never heard before?
Sebastian couldn't bear it any longer and shot up from his seat.
He had to check.
Come to think of it, they could have committed other acts besides sexual intercourse.
He came out of his room again and stood in front of Cian's door.
Knock, knock.
There was no response.
Sebastian paced in front of Cian's door and then knocked again.
This time, a little harder.
Knock, knock!
He heard the sound of conversation from inside the room, and then, a moment later, the door opened.
Creeeeak.
Cian peeked her head out.
"Sebastian? What is it?"
"..."
Sebastian was at a loss for words when he saw Cian's face.
It had a completely different appearance from before.
Cian's golden hair was damp with sweat.
And a faint blush was on her cheeks.
Was that all?
Her eyebrows, which had always been firm, were now relaxed.
And her plump lips drew a faint curve.
'W-What in the world is this?'
What kind of expression was this?
Cian's eyebrows went up slightly.
"Sebastian, I asked you what was wrong."
Sebastian's mind went blank, and he stuttered.
"Ah... That, that is…"
At that moment…
The barbarian suddenly stuck his head out too.
"Sebastian, you're still not asleep?"
"..."
Sebastian was about to say something. To ask them what in the world they were doing. He wanted to ask if it was really just a massage.
But the barbarian's expression was calm. It was a face that showed no sign of lust.
'I-Is it really just a massage?'
"I was worried because you seemed uncomfortable. B-By any chance, is there anything I can help you with?"
Cian shook her head.
"It's fine. Rest comfortably, Sebastian."
The barbarian stepped up instead.
"Ah. Come to think of it, Cian has sweated a lot. By any chance, could you go and buy something to drink? Some warm wine or honey water would be nice."
Sebastian's expression crumpled.
"Barbarian, do I look like your servant...?"
Cian smiled and nodded.
"That would be nice. Sebastian, please."
"...I understand."
"Here, take this."
Skar took a gold coin from his pocket and flicked it towards Sebastian.
The latter hurriedly reached out to catch the flying gold coin, but he failed.
The gold coin hit his chest and fell on the floor.
Ting.
Sebastian frantically put his hand on the floor.
At that moment…
The barbarian came out of the door, picked up the gold coin instead, and handed it to him.
"Sebastian, I think you need to exercise a bit."
"You could have just handed it to me, why did you have to throw... Eek?!"
Sebastian replied with an annoyed face and then froze on the spot.
Through the open door…
Cian's body was slightly revealed to him.
Pants that clung like stockings.
A loose tunic.
It was completely different from the attire of the hero he had imagined up until now.
Cian noticed Sebastian's gaze and immediately went behind the door.
The barbarian's brow furrowed.
"Sebastian, are you alright? If you're really tired, I'll go instead."
"N-No. I'll do it."
Creeeeak.
Thud.
The door closed.
Sebastian staggered up and walked down the hallway.
Even when he left the inn and walked the streets…
Even when he stopped by a tea shop and bought some warm wine…
It felt as if he were dreaming.
"What in the world is going on? I-Is it really just a normal massage?"
Sebastian walked the streets and muttered blankly.
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At the same time.
Jeong Yoo-shin had come back into the room, laid Cian on the bed, and was massaging her body.
Because of the memory of their first night, Cian seemed to be sending him a wary gaze.
But he had no ulterior motives.
Because they had spent two weeks in the labyrinth, Cian's body was stiff.
This was a job just to loosen her up.
Jeong Yoo-shin pressed Cian's shoulders and back with all of his might.
Squeeze.
"Nghuuuuuum."
Cian, unable to bear the pleasure of her muscles loosening, let out a moan.
As the massage continued, her expression gradually relaxed.
But Jeong Yoo-shin's mind was complicated.
'How much should I tell her?'
Should he tell her the complicated story about the head of the family and the labyrinth?
If he did, how much should he say?
How should he punish Gibson's evil deeds to keep the party together?
He didn't know if Cian would believe him even if he told her about Gibson.
In the end, the problem boiled down to one thing…
'Can I trust Cian?'
It would be nice if he had a status screen that could check her favorability.
"S-Skar."
Jeong Yoo-shin, who had been lost in thought, came to his senses.
"What?"
"Y-You're holding me too tight."
Cian had turned her head away with a red face.
"Sorry."
Jeong Yoo-shin took his hand off Cian's thigh.
"Is something bothering you?"
"..."
Jeong Yoo-shin, who had been silent for a while, smiled.
"Not at all. The massage is all done."
"Thank you. My body feels much more comfortable now."
Cian smiled faintly.
Jeong Yoo-shin pushed his lips toward Cian's face.
Cian raised her hand and blocked him.
"N-Nothing lewd now."
"Why all of a sudden?"
"...If I get aroused, my breast milk will come out."
Cian whispered in a voice as small as a mosquito.
Jeong Yoo-shin smacked his lips. Come to think of it, he had never tasted Cian's breast milk.
What would it taste like?
It must be a rich and soft cream flavor, right?
Cian looked at Jeong Yoo-shin's eyes, and her face turned as red as a tomato.
"P-Pervert! I said no!"
Whether she was being shy or not, a flustered voice came out of Cian's mouth.
"Just a little? I'll just have a taste."
"I said no!"
"Waaah."
As Jeong Yoo-shin pushed his head forward, the flustered Cian hurriedly pushed him away with her hands.
"T-This guy!"
Cian's breathing became more and more ragged. Her first night with this man came to her mind.
Because of the excessive pleasure, she had revealed all the sides of herself that she shouldn't have to him.
She had made up her mind not to fall into a shameless and lewd affair again after that night.
But why did her body lose all its strength whenever she saw this man?
Jeong Yoo-shin clicked his teeth and smiled.
"If you move your hand now, I won't bite."
"Hup!"
Cian's breath immediately became ragged.
She had never even imagined that he would chew on her nipples.
'N-No!'
As Skar's face gradually approached her chest, Cian screamed inwardly.
At that moment…
Knock, knock, knock!!!
They heard a knock from beyond the door.
Skar smiled faintly and stepped back.
"What a shame."
"Haaaaaaa."
Cian let out a sigh of relief.
It seemed that Sebastian, who had been sent on an errand, had returned just in time.
Cian stood up and put on a few more layers of clothes.
For some reason…
She was unpleasant, as if Sebastian's gaze from a moment ago had licked her body.
Creeeeak.
Cian peeked her head out of the door.
Sebastian handed her the wine.
"H-Hero-nim, here's the warm wine."
Cian smiled and took the wine.
"Thank you."
Sebastian slowly fumbled in his pocket and looked at the number above Cian's head.
1.
Fortunately, it hadn't changed.
"Did that barbarian bastard leave first?"
"No. He's still in the room."
"I-I see. Here's the change."
Sebastian took out some silver and copper coins and placed them in Cian's hand.
The latter gave him a stiff smile. Because Sebastian's hand was damp with unpleasant sweat.
But she couldn't show her displeasure.
"I'll give it to Skar. You've worked hard in the cold. Now go back and get some rest."
"Y-Yes, yes. I understand."
Sebastian, as if his feet weren’t moving properly, slowly returned to the next room.
Cian returned to her room.
Skar was sitting at the table while looking down at the street outside the window.
Cian placed two cups on the table and filled Skar's cup first. Then her own.
"..."
Silence passed between the two.
Skar drank a glass of warm wine and leaned back in his chair.
Cian opened her mouth.
"Skar, is something bothering you? You can talk about it comfortably here."
Skar raised his finger, tapped the table, and then turned his head to look at Cian.
"Cian, if there's someone among your comrades who has committed an unforgivable act, what would you do?"
"..."
Cian thought for a moment and then opened her mouth.
"I would forgive them once. Because anyone can make a mistake."
"What if that person doesn't think it's a mistake? What if they're a scum of the earth who enjoys their evil deeds?"
At Skar's words, Cian's eyebrows went up.
No way.
'Is Skar trying to reveal a little of his past?'
"Skar, still, I want to have a frank conversation. Even if we can't truly understand each other."
"How idealistic."
Cian made a bitter smile.
"That's right. In fact, I'm not that nice of a person either. But I'm going to try."
"Is it the teaching of Lux Aeterna?"
Cian shook her head.
"I think it's my nature."
Skar sighed and scratched his head.
"The massage is over. I should go now. What about the next labyrinth trip?"
"I'm thinking of taking a good week off and then leaving. Because we're planning to go all the way to the 20th floor next time."
"Yeah? Alright. By the way…"
"Hmm?"
Skar came closer.
"You really don't want to give me milk?"
"..."
Cian blushed and patted Skar's chest.
"N-No more teasing!"
"Alright. See you later."
Skar stood up and left the room.
Cian placed her hand on her pounding chest and let out a deep sigh.
To think that he would come and go like the wind.
'It's really hard to let my guard down.'
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Jeong Yoo-shin left the inn and walked the streets.
'This is difficult.'
Cian's heart was as big and soft as her breasts.
If…
A drastic situation were to arise, who would Cian choose between Gibson and him?
It was certain that Cian had a crush on him.
But it was difficult to grasp to what extent.
'She won't even give me milk. I don't know. I don't know.'
Jeong Yoo-shin put his hand on his forehead.
Not only had he not been able to sleep properly last night, but his head was also throbbing with a pile of worries.
If he just talked to someone a little, his heart would be at ease.
"Ah!"
He remembered.
Mion had once said it. That when he was being burdened, that he should go to the confessional.
Jeong Yoo-shin immediately headed for the Earth Mother Goddess' temple.
"The confessional? Please follow me."
The receptionist took his money and led Jeong Yoo-shin to a small room in the corner of the temple.
"Please wait a moment."
"Yes."
Jeong Yoo-shin sat in the small, brick-built room and looked around.
The small room was divided by a single stone wall.
And only a small wooden window was placed on that wall, connecting the two halves.
After waiting for a moment…
Creeeeak.
The door opened, and someone came in.
Jeong Yoo-shin straightened his posture.
"O one who has come before the grace of the Earth Mother Goddess, confess your sins truthfully."
"..."
A voice from beyond the wooden window. Jeong Yoo-shin kept his mouth shut.
It was familiar. How could he forget it?
It was Priestess Mion-nim.
"...It's alright to talk about your worries here. Please speak comfortably."
Mion whispered softly.
Jeong Yoo-shin scratched his head.
"Priestess-nim, there's a certain woman, and I want to know how much she likes me."
"...Please be specific."
"If that woman were to offer her breast and tell me it's alright to suck it, do you think that she likes me? I want to know."
"Eek...!"
Jeong Yoo-shin heard a flustered voice from beyond the wooden window, and then, a moment later, he heard a rustling sound.
Jeong Yoo-shin tilted his head.
'What?'
Scrape.
The window opened.
Jiggle.
One of Mion’s breasts, wrapped in a black lace bra, popped out.
Her soft and heavy breast, so much so that the bra strap was about to break, spread out on the wooden table and emitted heat.
"..."
Jeong Yoo-shin's eyes widened, and he was at a loss for words.
"...Please."
A soft, whispering voice flowed from beyond the wooden window.
"As you wish."
"..."
A quiet confessional.
Jeong Yoo-shin's agony deepened even more.
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T/N - Holy shit, that was funny. That misunderstanding… Or maybe Mion actually understood correctly and was just being competitive? Whatever it was, that made me laugh.
Also, the MC really is fucked up in the head. Going to a confessional to ask a question like that… And also basing a woman’s favorability on how likely she is to let you suck her breast… Well, I shouldn’t really be surprised. The MC having many loose screws in his head isn’t really news anymore at this point.