Chapter 190: Try Cumming in the Sun's Anus with a Bitch Pussy (2)[R-18]
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 190: Try Cumming in the Sun's Anus with a Bitch Pussy (2)[R-18]
“Haaah! It’s to die for!”
‘Ugh! It’s deadly disgusting!’
As Yuris let out a cry of admiration, Helen swallowed a scream of her own.
She immediately downed her wine in a desperate attempt to wash away the lingering traces of the Mint-Choco Chicken from her tongue.
Drinking a 457 Vintage without savoring the flavor was an act no gourmet could ever condone, but she had to survive first!
Even after several consecutive glasses, the salty juices of the chicken, the greasy sweetness of cheap chocolate, and the sharp, medicinal scent of mint that felt like chewing on cosmetics still clung to her tongue, ruthlessly violating Helen’s ‘Gourmet Constitution.’
“Yuris-nim, you have a bit of sauce right here.”
“Ah!… Hehe… Thank you… Ia—no, I mean, Ian-nim!”
Seeing Ian naturally pull out a handkerchief to wipe the corner of Yuris’s mouth was the final straw. Something inside Helen’s head snapped with a distinct ‘crack.’
‘Ugh! Seriously!! How can he do that! He’s never once done that for me!’
Helen’s grievance was valid, but Ian had his own side of the story.
Even if Ian wanted to take care of her, Helen was a noble among nobles, carrying the blood of the Three Primary Colors Families. Thanks to the dining etiquette ingrained in her since birth, she never made the mistake of spilling food while eating.
“Tsk, give me your hand.”
“My hand?”
“Just give it to me!! I told you to always roll up your sleeves before eating! You’re going to get something on them again!”
“Ah… I forgot. Thanks, Helen.”
As such, Helen was always the one taking care of Ian, not the other way around.
Not that taking care of Ian felt bad. On the contrary, Helen derived a great sense of satisfaction from it.
Seeing Ian act clumsily or lack in certain areas made her feel a surge of fulfillment, thinking, ‘Honestly, this man really can’t do anything without me…’ The more she felt that, the more she wanted to look after him.
But…
That was that, and this was this!
Even if Helen was the caretaker type, seeing the father of her child—the man she loved—tending only to another woman right in front of her made her blood boil.
‘Exactly! And it’s not just that he’s sitting in the middle instead of next to me; if I look closely, he’s sitting exactly 0.13cm closer to the Saintess Candidate! Is he actually insane?!’
Deciding she couldn't take it anymore, Helen pretended to drink her wine, deliberately smeared some of the red liquid on the corner of her mouth, and spoke to Ian.
“Ahem, excuse me, you…”
“Yeah, Helen. What is it?”
“…I… I have a little… right here…”
“Ah, hold on a second, Helen. Yuris-nim, you got some more over here.”
“…Hehe! Please wipe it again.”
“…”
As if she couldn't endure another second, Helen drained her wine glass in one gulp.
Then, she reached her leg under the table and kicked Ian’s shin with all her might.
Thud!
“…?”
Ian flinched for a moment and looked at Helen, appearing completely clueless as to why.
Whack!
Her irritation peaking, Helen kicked him even harder this time.
“…Helen?”
“Hmph! Never mind. I’m going to the restroom for a moment.”
Snapping in a cold voice, Helen stood up abruptly.
Thwack!
Of course, she didn't forget to kick Ian’s shin one last time as she got up.
“…?”
After being kicked three times out of nowhere, Ian looked bewildered for a moment before seemingly realizing something and standing up to follow her.
“Yuris-nim, I’m going to step out to the restroom for a moment as well.”
“Okay! See you soon!”
The cheerful voice behind her and the sound of Ian’s following footsteps grated on Helen’s nerves. With a deep scowl, she put extra force into her steps as she walked toward the hallway.
‘…Ugh!!! What are you doing, Helen!! Get a grip! You’re in the middle of an important negotiation! Are you really going to fail as the Red Rose Heiress just because you’re shaken by something like this?! Stop being dragged around and get to the point already!’
She tried to whip herself into shape, but the chaotic thoughts in her head refused to settle. The voice of reason was repeatedly drowned out by emotions flaring in a different direction.
“Helen?”
Hearing Ian’s voice from behind made her irritation explode.
‘I’m so annoyed! Annoyed! I’m going to die of annoyance! Why are you following me! You’ve been paying attention to that pink-haired woman this whole time! Wiping her mouth! Sitting closer to her! You didn't even notice when I tried to talk to you! And now you’re pretending to be worried? If the two of you are so inseparable, why don't you just go to a hotel together!’
Feeling the rage rise to her throat, Helen stopped in her tracks. She felt like she would develop a chronic illness if she held it in any longer, so she intended to snap at him with a sharp word.
“Helen!”
Ian’s hand caught Helen’s shoulder.
At that moment, Helen spun around, ready to vent all her pent-up frustration, but she immediately caught her breath.
“…Helen. Are you okay? Are you hurt somewhere?”
Instead of the indifference Helen had expected, Ian’s expression held a complex mix of confusion and genuine worry.
‘Why… why are you making that face?’
His eyes looked as if he truly didn't know why she was angry, yet he was carefully trying to gauge her mood. The crimson rage that had filled Helen’s mind vanished like mist clearing away.
And then she realized.
The true source of that intense anger she had felt.
Was it because the negotiation wasn't going as planned?
Was it because of this shabby restaurant and the horrific Mint-Choco Chicken?
None of those trivial things were the problem.
The thing that had set all of Helen’s nerves on edge was solely Ian.
It was the way Ian directed such a gentle gaze toward Yuris instead of her, and how he took care of her every little action.
She had been helplessly shaken by the fact that, for even a brief moment, his focus was on a woman other than herself.
‘Ah… right now… I’m being jealous.’
As she became aware of this most primal and honest emotion, Helen’s face flushed bright red. At the same time, another thought flashed through her mind, moving from the realm of instinct rather than logic.
‘…Wait. Is there even a need to be jealous? In the first place, the one who persuaded this Saintess Candidate and brought her all the way here… is Ian. Why? Because of me, Helen Redrose. Why? Because he loves me!’
That was it!
In the end, all of this was for her sake.
Ian had set the stage just to deliver her proposal to Yuris. In the process, he was simply humoring Yuris…
Perhaps even that tender behavior earlier was a calculated move to put Yuris at ease and smooth out the atmosphere for the negotiation!
No! That had to be it!
With that realization, a different kind of intense emotion, distinct from jealousy, surged in Helen’s chest. There was no more need to think, no reason to hesitate.
Because it’s only natural for a married couple to show affection!
Grab!
Helen’s hand shot out reflexively, firmly grasping the lapel of Ian’s coat. Without hesitation, she pulled him toward her.
Mwah!
She felt Ian’s eyes widen slightly in surprise as their lips collided without warning.
But Helen didn't care.
As their breaths mingled and the lingering scent of wine mixed with Ian’s unique body musk, Helen’s head began to spin. The complex thoughts that had been boiling just moments ago were bleached white, and the sensation of being pressed against Ian became the only thing in the world.
‘Ha…♥ Haa…♥ Heh…♥’
It was just a kiss, but it felt strangely, incredibly good.
The anger, the irritation, and the anxiety all melted away, replaced by a burning sense of possessiveness and relief.
As if determined not to let him go, Helen gripped his collar even tighter and deepened the kiss.
How much time passed like that?
As her breath grew increasingly ragged, Helen reluctantly pulled her lips away, swallowing her lingering desire.
“….Haa.”
Her eyes, now completely unfocused, were full of heat. With a face flushed crimson, Helen whispered.
“…I—I—I know you set this up for me… but still, don't make me so jealous…”
She tried to sound nonchalant, but her voice trembled slightly.
“What? Were you jealous?”
At Ian’s reaction—as if he hadn't expected it at all—Helen flared up and shouted.
“How could I not be?! You were rubbing it in my face so blatantly!! Are you just oblivious?! Or are you doing it on purpose?!!”
“No… I didn't mean to…”
“What?! So you’re saying that’s just how you naturally act?? You’re crazy!! Wh—wh—who told you it was okay to act like that!!”
The tender atmosphere from a moment ago was gone, replaced by her usual thorny tone. Ian’s answer—that he had done it unconsciously—was even more absurd, but now wasn't the time to argue about it.
Helen gave a small snort and muttered quietly.
“Hmph! Fine. Go ahead and take care of the Princess, the Saintess, or even your childhood friend all you want! In the end, the one who will remain by your side is me, Helen Redrose!”
Giving Ian’s chest a light poke, Helen spoke again with the confident smile befitting the Red Rose Heiress.
“How long are you going to just stand there like an idiot? It’s about time we go and sign the contract with the Saintess Candidate.”
“Right, right. Then, how should I help?”
“Hmph! Who do you think I am? I am Helen Redrose! I don't need any help!”
Step! Step!
“Just stay by my side and watch me work!!”
As if she had become a completely different person from moments ago, Helen walked proudly back into the restaurant.