Chapter 202: Correct Usage of an Onahole 1. Raise the Fist (3)[R-18]
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 202: Correct Usage of an Onahole 1. Raise the Fist (3)[R-18]
“Are you actually insane?! Look at this receipt! Do you think this makes any sense?! If you spend money like water every time we have sex...! I don't care if I'm the heiress of the Red Rose Family, I’ll go bankrupt!”
Helen displayed a strange talent for shouting in a voice that was small yet loud as she waved the hotel receipt in the air.
“Huh? Lady Helen, are you going to have so much sex with Master that the family goes bankrupt?”
At that moment, Yuris blinked her large, puppy-like eyes and asked Helen.
“W-what are you saying all of a sudden?! It’s just a figure of speech! How could a person possibly do it that much?!”
“Then you won’t do it a lot? ...I want to do it a lot with Master every single day, though...?”
“No, that’s...!!”
Helen was left speechless by Yuris’s follow-up question, delivered with an expression that suggested she truly didn't understand the problem.
Of course, Helen wanted to do it a lot, but her pride wouldn't allow her to admit that while sober in public.
However, if she flatly denied it, a well-founded anxiety began to creep up on her—the feeling that this seemingly innocent Saintess Candidate might steal Ian away.
As Helen hesitated for a moment...
Tap—
Ian chuckled softly and lightly patted Helen on the shoulder.
“Thanks, Helen. I’ll make sure to pay you back for this.”
“Hmph! Who asked you to pay me back?! This is pocket change; what’s there to pay back between us! It’s just... I’m saying you should show some restraint instead of just raping me from now on.”
Blushing furiously, Helen turned away and grumbled at Ian.
“Eh? Pocket change? Lady Helen, didn't you just say you spent a huge amount of money?”
Snap!
Yuris’s bright, innocent question pierced Helen’s heart once again.
‘N-no!!! Seriously, what is with her?! She looks like a total airhead who’s all tits and no brains!! Is she playing with me right now or what?!’
Helen’s face turned beet-red as she glared at Yuris, trembling.
They say that highly advanced innocence is indistinguishable from deception.
She couldn't tell if this future Saintess Candidate was acting this way because she truly knew nothing, or if she was putting on an act to mock her.
“Hehe!”
But seeing Yuris’s bright, beaming smile, Helen found it impossible to stay angry.
“Sigh... whatever! Didn't you say you had something urgent to do? Just get going already!”
Giving up on thinking further, Helen let out a deep sigh and waved Ian away.
“Yeah, sorry. I wanted to walk you back, but...”
“It’s okay! Ma... Ian! I’ll head back with Lady Helen!!”
As Ian scratched his cheek apologetically, Yuris clung tightly to Helen’s arm.
“Ugh...! Seriously! Lady Yuris. Stop sticking to me like a leech and get off! Act like a proper Saintess Candidate!”
“Huh? This is how a Saintess acts, though? Lady Ellis told me to cherish my family. And you can just call me Yuris, like you did when we had sex together!”
“F-f-family?... W-what are you... Hah! I! Really! This is unbelievable! Hah! Well... if you think about it in the broadest sense, it’s not entirely wrong... Hmph! Fine, since you told me to call you Yuris, I will. I-instead... Yuris can call me H-helen too...”
After watching Helen and Yuris get along for a moment, I turned around and started walking.
To be honest, I wanted to join in too, but...
‘Laplace...’
Right now, checking on Laplace’s condition was the top priority.
Step— Step—
On the way back home.
I called out to Laplace several times through Manager messages, but no reply came.
‘Sigh... still no answer...’
An ominous feeling began to crawl up my spine.
As soon as I arrived home, I pulled out the crystal ball from under the bed.
It was a crystal ball that connected directly to Valentine.
Wooooong—!
As I infused it with mana, the surface of the crystal ball began to glow faintly.
After a few rings, Valentine’s image appeared in the crystal.
[H-husband!! To think you’d contact me so suddenly... Is something the matter?]
Valentine felt her voice tremble slightly at the unexpected contact after so long.
“Laplace. Do you know where she is? If she’s at the Imperial Palace, connect me to her immediately.”
[Ah... you mean Laplace? Well... I-I’m sorry, Husband. Laplace has been at the Academy since the day before yesterday... She’s out on Disciplinary Committee business, so she isn't at the Imperial Palace right now.]
Looking at Valentine’s tilted head and confused expression, it was clear she had no idea what had happened to Laplace.
[Ah... Husband. If by any chance... you n-need sexual relief...♥ I-if I’m alright with you... even though I’m in the middle of work...]
Valentine spoke cautiously as she subtly unbuttoned the area around her chest.
The fantastic collaboration of pink nipples glimpsed through her neatly tailored uniform and the faint stain of leaking breast milk.
‘...That’s hot.’
Honestly, it was incredibly hot.
Logically, if the First Princess of the Empire (the Empire’s top-tier cool beauty, S-class body, breast milk constitution, and a married woman) says something like that and you don't get hard, you aren't a man.
But I wasn't just any man; I was a man who knew how to maintain boundaries!
‘Laplace comes first right now.’
Suppressing my rising sexual desire, I spoke firmly.
“Not now. Busy.”
Creeak—
At the sound of the Disciplinary Committee office door opening, Anya, who had been buried under a pile of documents, looked up irritably.
“Who is i— Eek? T-T-Special Inspector?!”
Anya’s eyes went wide at Ian’s sudden appearance.
“Oh, Anya. It’s been a while! Are your menstrual cramps feeling any better?”
When Ian greeted her warmly after their long absence, Anya’s jaw dropped in disbelief.
“M-m-menstrual cramps?! What kind of nonsense is the first thing out of your mouth?!”
“Kuoli and Gaur told me. They said you couldn't come out often because of menstrual cramps?”
“What on earth did those guys tell you?!”
It was true that after sniffing a lot of the ‘Flower Perfume’ Ian had sprayed, her body had become a bit ‘strange,’ so she had taken a lot of sick leave to ‘treat’ it, using menstrual cramps as an excuse...
‘B-but why would they just blab that to a man!!! No, even if he heard it!! Is the very first thing you say to someone when you meet them about their period!! Does this make any sense?!’
As Anya stood frozen, unable to process the reality before her, Ian continued.
“Is it because it’s been a while? It feels like they’ve gotten bigger.”
“Aaaaah!!! Arrest!! You crazy bastard!! Seriously! Y-y-you’re under arrest!! Arrested for public indecency!!”
First the menstrual cramps, and now he was naturally sexually harassing her about her breasts!!
Anya turned red and threw a fit, convinced once again that men were creatures that shouldn't exist.
“Whoa, whoa, Senior Anya. Calm down. I just said hello; why are you trying to arrest me? We’re in the same department; can’t I even give a greeting?”
“O-only when it’s convenient for you! You call me Senior!! Forget it!! And!! How is talking about breast size a greeting and not sexual harassment?!”
“...Breasts? When did I say that?”
Ian tilted his head as if he truly didn't understand.
“Don't play dumb!! You just said it!! That they, they felt bigger!! How much do you usually stare at women’s breasts to notice they’ve grown just a tiny bit right away!! You’re disgusting!! Sex offender!! Arrest!! No, execution!!”
“...Ah... I was saying you look like you’ve grown taller? Logically, who would talk about breasts the moment they see someone?”
“...W-w-w-what?”
To think a man whose first words were about menstrual cramps was lecturing her on logic!
Anya realized belatedly that she had misunderstood, but she couldn't back down to a mere man.
“I won’t forgive you!! Even if that’s what you meant, I won’t forgive you!!! A-as expected, Sister Salome was right!! Every man in the Empire is a potential sex offender, so they should all be arrested!!”
Blaming Ian even for her own misunderstanding, Anya shouted louder and stepped toward him...
Grab!
A cold hand roughly snatched the back of Anya’s neck.
“Anya... exactly how long do you plan on making a scene in the Disciplinary Committee office?”
Anya gasped at Laplace’s chilling gaze.
“Hyak?! B-Boss?! N-no... it’s not that... he suddenly started sexually harassing me as soon as he arrived, so I was trying to arrest him....”
“...Enough with the excuses. The Special Inspector and I will handle the remaining work, so you may leave.”
“Ah... ugh... Y-yes! I-I’ll be going now!”
Overwhelmed by Laplace’s intimidating aura, Anya hurriedly packed her things and scrambled out of the office.
Slide—
“....”
After Anya disappeared, only the two of them remained in the office.
I looked at Laplace for a moment.
Her skin was still as pale as porcelain, her silver hair and doll-like features unchanged...
But there were dark circles under her eyes, and one side of her lip was slightly torn, as if she had bitten it.
“Lapla—”
Thud!
Just as I was about to speak to her fragile-looking form, Laplace suddenly dropped to her knees.
“I... I’m sorry!... Sob... Dominator!... I, I... dared to... d-disobey... your command!... Sob!... Please... give me... a punishment!... Hic... Whether it’s a belly punch... choking... or ginger... p-please... give me... a punishment... Ugh...”
It was the same reaction as usual, but something was different.
How should I put it? Usually, it felt like she asked for punishment half to satisfy her ‘fetish,’ but now, it felt like she was asking purely to be punished.
“Follow me.”
“Hic!... Y-yes...”
I wanted to comfort her, but I had to maintain my authority as the Dominator.
Entering the Department Head's office, I sat in Laplace’s private chair and spoke.
“What happened?”
“N-nothing happened... I-it’s just... that I...”
Laplace answered reflexively, but soon realized her own foolishness.
She couldn't possibly lie to her Dominator.
“...That is...”
“....”
Laplace hesitated for a moment, her lips trembling, before confessing in a shaky voice.
“I, I saw That Thing.”
