Chapter 192: Try Cumming in the Sun's Anus with a Bitch Pussy (4)[R-18]
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 192: Try Cumming in the Sun's Anus with a Bitch Pussy (4)[R-18]
“Ugh...! It feels like... someone... grabbed me by the hair and yanked... Where... where am I...?”
Though she woke up in an unfamiliar space, Helen wasn't particularly startled.
After all, she had been with Ian last night.
No matter what anyone said, that man would naturally prioritize her safety over his own life.
Besides, until Harini is born, Ian couldn't die even if he wanted to.
Thus, through this perfect syllogism, Helen was certain of her safety.
Rustle—
“Hmm...”
The room was quite luxurious, but it couldn't compare to the suites at the Red Rose Hotel she usually frequented.
As Helen sat up, she noticed a half-empty water bottle and several empty wine bottles scattered messily across the table.
‘...Wine?’
In an instant, the fragments of her memory, which had been scattered like broken shards, began to piece themselves together.
The successful contract with Yuris, and her own voice shouting with a bright smile.
‘Great, Lady Yuris. Shall we share a toast to celebrate our successful contract? Here, the finest wine… wait, no, just bring one of every kind you have!’
“Ah... right, the contract...!”
Helen bolted upright and checked her bag.
Fortunately, the contract bearing Yuris’s signature, which she had tucked away, was safe.
However, her sigh of relief was short-lived as the surging hangover forced her back down onto the bed.
“Phew... there was a reason my head was throbbing. For me, Helen Redrose... to guzzle down such cheap wine like that...”
Even if she combined everything she drank yesterday, it wouldn't equal a single sip of the 457 Vintage Yuris had produced. Why had she been so diligent in pouring it down her throat?
“Well, still... it wasn't exactly boring.”
Helen shook her head slightly and let out a smirk.
Shhhhh—
Just then, the faint sound of pouring water reached Helen’s ears.
It was coming from the bathroom.
‘...Heehee~.’
The corners of Helen’s mouth twisted into a wicked grin.
She didn't even need to think about who it was.
If there was someone else in this hotel room besides her, it had to be Ian.
It had been so long since she’d been in a hotel with Ian.
Just thinking about it made the sensations from last night’s kiss feel like they were coming back to life.
‘Hmph! How lewd... washing up first thing in the morning... just what does he plan on doing to me? Fufufu... well, fine! I shall forgive him! I’m in quite a good mood today!’
Killing her footsteps, Helen approached the bathroom door while formulating a plan in her head.
‘It’s not like I really want to shower together... but it’s more rational to shower together to save water... Hmm, should I go with the scenario where I accidentally opened the door without knowing he was inside?’
Ian would likely suggest they shower together anyway if she did that much.
Then, she could just give in as if she had no choice.
Helen tried to calm her racing heart as she reached out and grabbed the doorknob.
Shhhhh—
As she softly opened the door and peeked inside, Helen’s eyes widened in horror.
“...Eh?”
What appeared before her eyes was not the naked Ian she had expected.
Instead, standing under the stream of water was a woman with voluminous pink hair.
“Hehe~♪”
An unrealistic silhouette was revealed, one that the faint steam couldn't hide in the slightest.
‘Yu-Yuris?!’
Why on earth was the next Saintess Candidate showering here?
And that overwhelming ‘Divine Power Pouch’ she had sensed yesterday wasn't a mistake!
In fact, it had only felt like that much because she had been sealing it with her clothes!
Confirming Yuris’s ‘Divine Power Pouch’ in its full glory, Helen momentarily frowned as she compared it to her own chest, before hurriedly wiping the thought away.
That wasn't what was important right now.
“Oh? Lady Helen! You’re awake! Good morning!”
Just then, Yuris, who was showering, greeted her with a bright smile without even bothering to wrap herself in a towel.
“Ah, ye... yes... Lady Yuris? But why are you here... and where is this, and who am I... no, that’s not it?!”
Helen, barely managing to pull herself together, asked urgently.
“Ehehe, this is a hotel! Last night, Lady Helen was so happy about the contract success that you drank really, really a lot of wine!”
“Ah... I remember up to that point... but I don't remember much after that...”
“Oh my! Really? Then, let me explain!!”
Yuris began to explain the events of last night, and as the story progressed, Helen’s face grew increasingly pale.
“So, you kept asking me what I liked so much about Lord Ian! I answered, ‘I really like how Lord Ian is kind and always takes care of me!’ and then...”
“Lady Helen, you suddenly slammed your wine glass down and said, ‘Hmph! Lady Yuris, you still don't know anything! That’s not Ian’s real charm! It’s that tenacity where he charges forward without looking back once he sets a goal! That beast-like gaze that turns chillingly cold at times! That’s the real sexiness of that man!! You really don't know anything!’ is what you said!!”
“Wh... what? I... said... such... things?”
She felt the blood in her veins turn cold.
No matter how much she had been drinking, to pour out her inner thoughts like that in front of someone else!
“...And after this and that... you suddenly started insulting the Mint-Choco Chicken!!”
“...Pardon?”
In an instant, cold sweat ran down Helen’s spine as a very ominous feeling began to creep up on her.
“Yes! Lady Helen, you said, ‘Th-this isn't food!! Th-this is a blasphemy against ingredients! Mint chocolate and chicken? To think you’d try to feed me such trash! It wasn't even grilled properly in the first place! The thing I value most is the degree of doneness! This meat isn't even cooked evenly!!’ is what you said!”
“....”
“So I was so upset that I shouted, ‘I can tolerate you insulting me, but I cannot tolerate you insulting Mint-Choco Chicken, Pineapple Pizza, and Barley Cola!!’...”
Yuris used her index fingers to pull up the corners of her eyes, as if reenacting last night.
“Then Lady Helen, you suddenly glared and shouted, ‘No! This is an act of terrorism against my, Helen Redrose’s, taste buds! Guard! Call the guards! There’s a terrorist here!! What?! What do you mean, calm down! You! Just shut up!! Grrr! I can't take it anymore! Die!! You person with abnormal taste!!’ and then you grabbed my hair!”
Helen’s world turned pitch black!
Even if she could count talking about a man while drunk with the next Saintess Candidate as a form of bonding, getting into a physical brawl was something no excuse could cover.
“I-I-I-I’m so sorry... Lady Yuris... I... really... deserve to die... please, just once... forgive...”
“Oh, it’s okay!! I didn't just take it lying down either!! I pulled back!”
“....”
Somehow, there had been a headache mixed in that felt subtly different from a hangover; that must have been the reason.
“Phew... I see. Then, Lady Yuris, for now, let’s keep this a secret between us... huh?”
Just then, Helen suddenly realized that she wasn't wearing the clothes she had on last night, but was instead dressed in a thin T-shirt that was barely hanging onto her body.
“...Lady Yuris? But where are my clothes? Why am I dressed in something that’s practically like being naked when I didn't even sleep with Ian...? No, in the first place, where is Ian? He’s not the type of man to abandon us while we’re drunk.”
At Helen’s anxious question, Yuris scratched her cheek with an expression that seemed to say it was difficult to talk about.
“That... the clothes are, uh... well... you see... because we were fighting like that, Mas... Lord Ian got angry... and while we were kneeling with our hands up... Ah! But Lady Helen...”
“...Don't try to change the subject!! While? While what!!”
Her spine felt chilled.
A dagger seemed to fly and pierce her heart.
Her intuition told her she shouldn't listen any further...
But Helen found herself prompting the next words.
“You suddenly said your stomach felt really bad... and eventually, you couldn't hold it in... and you threw up everything.”
“....Threw... up?... Me?”
“Yes... So, Mas... Lord Ian took all of Lady Helen’s clothes and the dirty things and went to drop them off for laundry! He’ll be back with them clean soon, so don't worry too much!!”
Yuris’s explanation was as considerate as possible, but Helen was on the verge of fainting.
‘...I... I, Helen Redrose... th-threw up in front of Harini’s father? And he even took it to the laundry?’
The price for lifting the veil and glimpsing the truth was far too cruel.
Even if she searched through every day Helen had ever lived, there wouldn't be a darker history than yesterday.
‘...It’s all over... I... I’m... now...’
She didn't know how she could ever look at Ian’s face again.
Just as Helen was about to fall into a ‘Depression Spiral’ due to the unbearable truth.
Click—
Along with the sound of the door opening, she heard the voice of the man she absolutely did not want to face right now.
“Oh, Helen. You’re awake? Are you okay? How’s your stomach?”
“Uwaaaaghgh?!!”
As soon as she saw Ian’s face, the horrific memories of last night that had been sealed away were released, and a bizarre scream erupted from her.
“Helen, what’s wrong? Does your stomach still hurt? Should I go buy some medicine?”
“Eh? That shouldn't be the case! I cast ‘Purification’ on her when she woke up, so her stomach should be fine. Mas... Lord Ian, you saw it too, right?”
“True. Then she should be fine.”
“H-h-how could I be fine! I... I, Helen Redrose! V-v-vomited in front of you...! Ugh! Th-this makes no sense! This shouldn't have happened!!”
“What’s the big deal? You piss yourself every time we have sex anyway.”
“........”
“Hehe! Then, since Lady Helen is up and Master is back! Let’s do what we promised yesterday...!”
At Ian’s voice casually listing her embarrassments, the light vanished from Helen’s eyes...
“Let’s do that! That thing!”
Yuris, whose head was filled only with ‘that thing’ after a night of abstinence, said with a wide smile.