Chapter 9
Chapter 9
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 9
Chapter Title: How to Steal the Protagonist's Woman
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Viola had gained a new trait.
‘What the hell? It’s not something like jealousy...’
‘Well, I guess I have to be satisfied with this.’
Viola’s lips were pursed in a cute pout.
But no matter what expression she made, Viola was always beautiful...
‘Instinct is such a wondrous thing... She’s never even met a man before, let alone had experience with one.’
‘No, not yet.’
‘Actually, it’s the opposite, Armonia.’
From Armonia’s perspective, it probably seemed straightforward: just sleep with the Hero’s woman quickly, shatter his mentality, and be done with it.
But if they rushed it like that, it would backfire far more likely than not.
‘Armonia, do you really think the Hero’s mentality will break just from the sensation of having his woman stolen outright?’
‘That’s just the result. Did you check what circumstances led to it?’
‘Exactly. That’s the problem.’
I explained it all to Armonia.
If I slept with Viola right here, won her heart just enough, and sent her back? Sure, when the Hero found out, it’d crack his mentality right away.
But in the end, Viola was still a woman.
With no one else to rely on but that Hero bastard, even without full feelings, she’d eventually return to the status quo.
Hell, that Hero punk might even turn it into fuel for his rage and sweep through the Demon King’s army even faster...
NTL isn’t just mindless rape or affairs born from blind arousal.
It needs storytelling.
A series of events must unfold step by step, and then—in one devastating moment—revealed to the oblivious opponent, crumbling the trust he held in the woman he believed in.
It’s the sublime act of taking that sturdy tower of trust between two lovers, who thought their bond unbreakable, and making it mine floor by floor.
The woman offers me her tower one level at a time, while the man, deceived by the woman he loves, is gradually driven to the top.
The man, trapped at the pinnacle because he gave all his keys to the woman he loves, never able to escape for the rest of his life.
Doomed to watch everything from that imprisoned summit in utter despair.
That is true NTL.
‘Huh? Wait, doesn’t weakening him even that much give us a shot at winning the war?’
‘What? Then what’s the point of us coming here?’
I got the full explanation then.
Zodiac, the ones currently puppeteering the Demon King character, had judged they had no chance left and decided to abandon this place.
But even in retreat, they were desperately milking every last Enel by sending divine revelations to the Demon King, clinging on stubbornly.
And as a way to buy just a little more time, they’d commissioned us.
‘A few months... no, even a few weeks of shaking his mentality would do it, huh.’
20,000 Enel seemed like a lot to me, but it looked like pocket change to Armonia.
Her explanation made the situation clear.
But... it still felt off somehow.
I glanced at Viola, still sulking with her cheeks puffed out.
“...”
Sure, taking on missions like this might mean meeting more women like Viola someday.
But...
‘Ah!’
‘Armonia! How about this?’
I explained the idea that had just flashed into my mind.
..
..
Armonia listened silently, then spoke the moment I finished.
‘What do you think of my brilliant plan! So, how much Enel would that cost?’
‘Hmm... Don’t worry about that.’
I wrapped one arm around Viola’s shoulders.
“Eek!”
She’d been quiet the whole time, so when I suddenly put my arm around her shoulders, she looked up at me in surprise.
She was beautiful.
Viola, who resembled my first love. Until just moments ago, I’d been planning everything assuming I’d have to let her go.
But I didn’t want to let Viola go. Not ever.
“Viola, thank you.”
“Huh? Th-thank me for what?”
“For appearing in front of me.”
“Uh, um! Th-that’s...”
I pulled Viola into my arms and thought to myself.
Time to start the training!
Armonia said,
‘With great power comes great responsibility...’
‘...Look at you interrupting me.’
Seong Suho was chatting idly with Armonia while kissing Viola.
The moment the kiss began, Viola closed her eyes, entranced, hugging him tight and exploring his mouth.
Their red tongues intertwined, their saliva mixing as they sank deeper into sexual pleasure.
“Mmm... Haah... Nnngh... Ah...”
When Seong Suho pulled away, Viola gazed at her own body with hazy eyes.
Her top was disheveled, just like yesterday.
Her snowy white breasts, glistening with a light sheen of sweat, were exposed.
Pink-tinged areolas and nipples.
Seong Suho lowered his head and took Viola’s areola into his mouth.
Viola jolted at the sudden shiver of pleasure.
“Haah! Th-the feeling... it’s weird. Nngh...”
“Viola... You’re so beautiful...”
“Haah... Hearing that... Nngh!”
A place she’d never shown anyone, a place she’d never let touch.
Now that man was toying with it freely.
But Viola felt no displeasure at all.
Quite the opposite—she wanted him to toy with her breasts even more.
But Seong Suho’s teasing stopped there.
“Now then...”
“Th-that...”
Viola wanted more, but she didn’t know how to ask.
She hadn’t awakened to sex enough to say, “Suck my breasts more.”
‘H-how do I say it... It’s too embarrassing...’
Ignoring Viola’s state, Seong Suho slipped his right hand under her skirt, just like before.
The rough, warm touch on her ankle made Viola squeeze her eyes shut, trying to recall yesterday’s memory.
But yesterday’s events were only faintly remembered.
‘I can’t remember exactly what happened yesterday... But... I want it again...’
Viola couldn’t recall yesterday precisely, but she craved experiencing it once more.
Seong Suho gently lifted her skirt, stroking from her ankle up her thigh, savoring it.
‘Wow~~~ This is the best. How can there not be a single blemish... Huh?’
‘Whoa. The panties...’
The underwear catching Seong Suho’s eye was different from yesterday.
Yesterday, it had been plain white with straps on the sides.
But now, Viola’s underwear was luxurious glossy pink silk adorned with lace.
Seong Suho couldn’t tear his eyes away.
Viola, suddenly embarrassed, covered her face with both hands.
‘Oh no! Oh no! It’s the one big bro gave me to wear later—does he think it’s weird!? Huh? Eek!’
But Viola’s embarrassment vanished in an instant. Something slipped inside her panties, startling her into clamping her thighs together.
Her thighs resisted instinctively. But it was meaningless.
Seong Suho gently stroked her mound.
At that moment, the tension in her thighs melted away.
“Hiiik! Haa... Haa...”
The shiver from that single stroke felt different from yesterday.
Yesterday had melted her brain; today, it was a sharp, tingling jolt.
Seong Suho withdrew his hand and showed it to her. It glistened wetly in Viola’s eyes.
It didn’t take Viola long to understand.
But she mistook the fluid from her own privates for urine.
“S-sorry! Hnnng... What do I do... I peed... Hnnng...”
“Viola, this isn’t pee.”
“Hnnng... Huh?”
He explained to her that it was love juice, what comes out when a man and woman make love.
Viola stopped crying and asked me,
“Then do men produce it too?”
“Uh, yeah?”
“Then show me yours too.”
“R-right now?”
“It’s not fair if I’m the only one showing...”
Viola pouted her lips and looked up at me.
Seong Suho cheered inwardly.
‘Yesss~ I knew you’d say that, Viola!’
As Seong Suho moved to happily undo his pants, Viola stopped him.
“L-let me take them off... You undressed me too.”
“You sure?”
Seong Suho shouted to Armonia via comms.
‘Graaah~ Armonia! There’s an angel here!’
Viola knelt and slowly pulled down Seong Suho’s pants. But something snagged, refusing to go down.
‘What’s this? Something in the pocket?’
To Viola’s eyes, something was bulging awkwardly inside the pants, obstructing them every time she tugged.
“Suho, is there something in your pocket? It won’t...”
“Ah, that’s...”
“Hmph!”
Determined to get the pants off, Viola yanked them down with both hands.
In that instant, a dark red rod brushed past her lips, dangling right in front of her eyes.
Viola stared, frozen, at Seong Suho’s twitching penis.
An existence she’d never even heard of, ignorant of the differences between men and women— to Viola, the penis was an object of shock, not arousal.
“S-Suho! There’s something weird attached to you!”
“Ah, that’s normal. All men have it.”
“Men do? What about women?”
“Women have...”
Viola instinctively understood the pleasure surging through her body, but her knowledge was still childlike.
Seong Suho explained simply.
Women have a baby room in their bellies, and men have an organ that delivers milk to that room.
“Wow! So you put the milk in to make the baby grow?”
“Yeah, after you get married and all.”
Armonia was impressed in a different way.
‘Everyone’s like that when they’re kids. Viola’s not a kid, but...’
True purity isn’t shame—it’s curiosity.
‘Blushing, covering your eyes with your hands, squealing “Kyaa!” and playing coy? That’s just someone who already knows everything.’
‘That guy’s insane. Totally insane...’
Seong Suho shook his head and looked at Viola.
Viola stared at the penis in fascination. She wanted to touch it, but thought it rude to touch someone else’s body without permission.
“Um...”
“Viola. Want to touch it?”
“Ah! C-can I?”
“Of course... Other women don’t get to, but you can touch it as much as you want.”
“Wow! But what do you even call it...”
Viola wasn’t embarrassed at all to look at the penis—instead, she was ashamed she didn’t know its name.
Seong Suho chuckled softly and opened his mouth.
“Just call it a dick.”
“Ah...”
Viola gripped the penis with her right hand, gently lifted the balls with her left, and gazed at it with reverent eyes.
“Dick...”