Chapter 94
Chapter 94
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 94
Chapter Title: How to Steal the Protagonist's Woman
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"Haa... haa... Lena...."
"Hngh... M-Master...."
I hugged Lena on the bed, kissing her nape and inhaling her scent.
This was Viola's living quarters.
Viola herself wasn't here. Lena and I had only just begun our foreplay for mating.
We were embracing each other on someone else's bed, in their room no less.
Why were we committing such a breach of manners...? That took us back an hour.
...
...
We had set up a table in the middle of the ship's corridor, where the five of us enjoyed a cozy meal.
After returning to the ship, I'd been granted a day's rest.
Everyone welcomed me back warmly, and we ended up eating together.
With no restaurant facilities yet, we'd placed a lavish table right in the heart of the corridor and dined there.
But then, a voice shattered the pleasant atmosphere.
"No matter how I think about it, this just doesn't seem right."
"...?"
Everyone turned toward Viola, who had boldly voiced her opinion.
Utterly baffled, I asked,
"Huh? Viola, is it not tasty?"
"Ah... n-no, that's not it.... I was thinking about Lena, and it feels wrong."
I still didn't get it, so I kept listening.
"I've been thinking about it.... It seems rude to her, me being the only one with my own room...."
She apparently felt guilty for having a private room all to herself.
On top of that, thanks to her time in the bunker palace, Viola actually found living so uniquely isolating to be burdensome.
I reassured her that the other two would soon get their own living quarters.
"Viola, don't worry about it. They'll have them in no time."
Lena smiled from beside me and chimed in.
"Lady Viola, please don't trouble yourself over us. If anything, I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable."
"Ugh...."
Viola fidgeted with her hands at Lena's words, then murmured softly while looking at her.
"Lena... you want to do it with Suho too, don't you...?"
"Pfft!"
"Th-that's...!"
Caught off guard, Lena panicked and shot me a pleading glance for help.
But I was the one who needed rescuing right then.
"Kuh! Cough!"
"Whoa, you okay, nyang? Don't cough into my plate, nyang."
Beatrice patted my back kindly and turned my head away.
I wanted to shed tears of gratitude for her thoughtfulness....
Guess my scent and fluids are something else entirely.
After hacking up a lung, I finally calmed down.
Tears streaming from the choking, I told Viola,
"Viola, whatever else, we'll get those living quarters ready ASAP. Seriously, don't stress."
"Exactly."
Armonia—who'd been carefully spooning her soup—backed me up.
She swallowed the soup from her spoon, then continued.
"It might feel awkward positionally, but constantly swapping living quarters wouldn't be good for anyone."
For instance, even a weekly rotation would just make everyone uncomfortable.
Lena had said this place was paradise compared to the Demon King's castle.
As long as I didn't vanish too often, everything was perfect, she'd insisted.
The one who came closest to sharing a living space was Beatrice.
Lately, she'd been holed up in the room with Viola, utterly lost in comics.
'I figured they'd hit it off, but...'
From what I'd heard of their routine, Beatrice might stick around here for good.
But Viola couldn't accept Armonia's logic and pushed back again.
"...But if the roles were reversed, and I couldn't be with Suho like that... I'd feel so lonely...."
"... "
Everyone fell silent at Viola's words.
Beatrice stayed mum too—but kept munching her chicken....
'Yeah, 100,000 Enel isn't a walk in the park.'
Lately, to hoard Enel, I'd been tackling missions with minimal spending.
But who knew when another 100k would vanish into thin air on some emergency?
Even if Lena insisted she was fine, my conscience weighed heavy too.
In that moment, Armonia offered a solution.
"Then how about lending it out occasionally, just when needed?"
"...Wouldn't that be more rude to Viola?"
It sounded like a fix in theory, but it solved zilch.
"No!"
Viola slammed the table as she shot to her feet, declaring firmly.
"That's exactly what we'll do!"
"... "
In the end, Seong Suho and Lena got to spend some intimate time in Viola's room.
At first, the fact that it was someone else's room made things awkward, but they quickly embraced on the bed, savoring each other's fluids.
Lena's outfit was the same maid uniform she'd worn on her first visit here.
Viola had arrived in a white wedding dress back then, but obviously couldn't live in that, so they'd bought her one for a single Enel.
Was a maid outfit bad? From Seong Suho's perspective, it was the opposite—a total win.
But Lena's current maid uniform had seen months of wear in the Demon King's castle and was far from pristine.
He wanted to see her in a luxurious one, not this threadbare rag.
'Gotta ask Armonia today if we can make clothes.'
Vowing as much, Seong Suho slowly undid the buttons on Lena's top.
With each button released, white puffs of breath escaped her lips as her excitement steadily mounted.
He undid all the front buttons and gently parted her top.
Lena's massive breasts, squeezed tight by the fabric, sprang free with a rebound, sending fleshy waves rippling across her skin.
"Hngh!"
Shocked by the sudden exposure, Lena clutched the blanket fiercely with both hands.
Before Seong Suho lay her milky-white endowments, topped with strawberry-hued nipples that began slowly stirring his cock.
Lena's nipples stood swollen and erect, flushed deep red.
Dry and quivering, they seemed to crave a man's fluids.
'Damn, impressive every single time.'
Her breasts drew the eye, but peeking through the parted clothes were her flawless, sculpted abs too.
Long, sleek 11-shaped abs paired with those voluptuous tits.
Women's bodies held appeal in countless ways, but Seong Suho always thought Lena's was straight-up cheat specs.
A physique born of innate gifts and relentless effort.
Admiring her form, Seong Suho gripped her breast firmly and drew the erect nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue.
"Chup, churup, mmm."
"Haang! Hngh! Nghhh!!"
Startled by her own moan, Lena clapped a hand over her mouth.
Even with permission and understanding, if Viola overheard this, the guilt would be unbearable—she'd never show her face again.
Seong Suho smirked at Lena muffling herself.
Her long pink hair spilled across the white sheets like an abstract painting in vibrant hues.
Those vivid locks tousled, all for his pleasure—yet she prioritized courtesy first.
Gazing at such a woman, an idea struck Seong Suho.
Breath ragged, her eyes brimming with tears, he said to her,
"Lena."
"Haa... haa... Yes, Master...."
"Will you forgive me, no matter what I do?"
"...Of course. Even if you cast me aside, I'd understand."
Seong Suho smiled at her and leaned in for a kiss.
Their tongues tangled like waves in a storm, gradually settling into calm.
...
...
The moment Seong Suho opened his eyes, he saw Lena standing in the dim space, her own eyes closed.
'What dream shall we have this time?'
While kissing Lena, he'd cast both sleep and dream hypnosis.
Outdoor sex had its thrills, but given their positions, he wanted her to indulge in deviance inside the dream.
One scenario sprang to mind.
'Ah, let's pick up where we left off last time... heh heh heh....'
Seong Suho shaped the surroundings into a garden.
He seated the Grand Duke and Lena in its center.
She wore a white dress festooned with golden tassels.
The instant Lena came to, she glanced around.
"...Where is this?"
"Lena, is something the matter?"
"Ah, no, Father."
Before her sat Duke Peron, wearing a gentle smile.
Unaware it was a dream, Lena grinned back and chatted naturally with him.
Mid-conversation, she sensed someone's presence.
Turning, her gaze landed on a man.
Dressed impeccably to evoke nobility, his cape billowing—not your average joe.
'Who is that...?'
Her memory teetered on the edge.
Duke Peron rose to greet him.
"Ah, Lena's piano teacher has arrived."
Lena sprang up and curtsied politely.
"Ah! Welcome, teacher."
Before her recollections could latch on, Seong Suho's memory slyly slotted into place instead.
Seong Suho approached and offered a refined greeting.
"My apologies for interrupting your pleasant talk."
"Hahaha, think nothing of it."
"Please, have a seat, teacher."
Lena smiled and gestured him over.
Seong Suho sat in surprise and shared some light banter.
During which, Duke Peron remarked,
"Lena, isn't it about time you showed your father your piano prowess?"
"Indeed, Lady Lena. At your level, you'd shine before the Duke himself."
"If you insist... very well."
Lena glided to the piano with a graceful smile.
She smoothed her dress neatly and slid her pale legs beneath the stool.
Sitting ramrod straight, she shut her eyes and focused every nerve into her fingertips.
At last, her fingers met the keys.
A beautiful melody unfurled, like petals dancing on the breeze.
The notes scattered with the wind—refined, elegant, majestic.
Immersed in Lena's playing, Seong Suho mused,
'Gotta install a piano in the living quarters too.'
Her real-world skill didn't matter.
He just yearned to witness that smile for himself in reality.
'But that smile isn't why I'm here today... heh heh heh....'
Seong Suho concealed his wicked thoughts and watched her play.
Lena poured her soul into the crescendo, the melody soaring before easing into a gentle descent for the finale.
And that was when it happened.
Thump!
"!"
The sound froze Lena rigid; she stared in shock at her fingers on the keys.
The garden rang with a hammer-blow clang, scattering the butterflies that had danced to her tune.
Flustered, Lena bolted upright and bowed deeply to Seong Suho and the Duke.
"My apologies!"
"Ho ho ho. Lena, it's fine...."
Duke Peron wore a considerate look, ready to reassure her.
But Seong Suho cut him off, leaping to his feet with a stern glare at Lena.
"What is the meaning of this disgrace?!"
"S-sorry!"
Lena bowed even deeper in apology.
Duke Peron stared at him in confusion, speechless.
In truth, the Duke's every move was scripted by Seong Suho.
His role today went beyond mere audience.
Seong Suho fixed Lena with a low, icy tone laced with fury.
"Now, turn around and lift your skirt, Lady Lena."