Chapter 23: We Became Sex Partners (2)[R-18]
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 23: We Became Sex Partners (2)[R-18]
[Dumped again, I see. Aren't you being a bit too reckless with your advances? Even just looking at your face, it’s obvious things didn't go well. You’re 230 years old; you should really learn how to read the room by now...]
"Ah, shut the hell up with the nagging. I knew what I was doing."
[It’s even worse if you knew. When is an elf like you ever going to grow up? How do you expect to start the Red Revolution like that?]
Elfriede gnashed her teeth at Ifrit’s words.
A hunter must always be keenly aware of their prey’s condition.
Was Ian in a bad mood?
Of course she knew.
That was why she had considered just letting it slide.
‘Looking at his face, today isn't the day... hm...?’
However, there was a faint, ominous scent clinging to Ian...
A scent that Elfriede simply could not ignore.
‘That damn commie... he has no idea what’s going on in this High Elf’s brilliant mind.’
As expected, a Spirit King could never understand the heart of an elf.
"...Haa, whatever. More importantly, don't you smell that?"
Ifrit watched as Elfriede brought the hand she had held Ian’s with to her nose and sniffed.
[What smell are you talking about? All I smell is an old hag—]
"...Say that again and you’re dead. For real."
Elfriede spoke with such genuine murderous intent that even Ifrit backed off.
[It was a joke. ...Have you tried wiping your philtrum?]
"I’m being serious, so stop talking nonsense! Ugh, what is it? I feel like I’ve smelled this a long time ago, but maybe I haven't..."
[I’m not sure, but if you feel something... then there must be something. After all, you are...]
"I am?"
Ifrit wanted to say "a beast," but he knew she would throw a tantrum if he did.
[...A genius Spirit Mage.]
"Hmph, I know. I’m a Super Genius Beauty High Elf. Ah... but seriously, what was that smell?"
[...]
Ifrit sighed as he watched Elfriede tilt her head, her twin tails swaying with the movement.
*
Lying on her bed, Estelle stared at the ceiling with empty eyes.
‘...I want to die.’
Whenever she felt this way, Estelle would vent by posting in the Gallery, but today she didn't even have the strength for that.
‘Drip— drop.’
‘...It’s unpleasant, so get lost.’
‘Don't ever come back.’
The words she had said and the way she had acted toward Ian repeated endlessly in her head.
...She hadn't wanted to do that.
She knew very well that Ian spilling the coffee was just a mistake made without any malice.
The kind of mistake she could have just laughed off if it had been anyone else.
And yet, Ian had knelt before a cripple like her—someone he shouldn't even want to touch—and wiped the coffee away.
Thump—! Thump—! Thump—! Thump—!
It felt as if she had become a princess being served by a prince...
She was so happy, so joyful that she feared Ian might hear her racing heart...
But she was even more afraid.
‘...You have to... do it!.. Estelle.... You have to do it!... You must!... Now... Do it now!!!’
Grip—
‘Drip— drop.’
A thin trail of blood trickled from between Estelle’s lips.
"...I... ruined everything..."
The short time she had spent alone with Ian in the library...
It was the first time since her parents passed away that she had felt so at peace and happy.
Ian’s actions, his way of speaking, the look in his eyes—everything about him was warm.
She understood all too well why Ian couldn't help but be the center of attention in class.
She had even fallen into the delusion that maybe, just maybe, she could open her heart to him.
But...
This was the only way.
‘...It’s unpleasant. Get lost.’
She knew Ian would hate her...
‘Don't ever come back.’
She knew she was shattering the time she held so dear...
But if she didn't do this...
Ian would surely...
"No..."
Tears spilled through the fingers Estelle used to cover her face.
"...I... hate this... now... Why... only me... why.... why does it have to be only me... hic..."
The emotions she hadn't been able to vomit out into the Gallery poured from her mouth.
"...Ah... ah—.. aah.... sob.... I’m... I’m sorry.... I... I didn't want... this."
Even though she knew she shouldn't let someone like her get close to him...
"Ugh... but... I hated it... being... alone... hic... I hated it so much...."
Weak as she was, she couldn't endure the loneliness and had accepted him while feigning ignorance.
And in the end...
She had wounded Ian and driven him away.
"Hic... I’m... I’m sorry... sob... I’m... sorry.... I’m sorry... for not being strong... I’m sorry... for hurting you... hic.."
Even though she knew Ian didn't deserve to be hurt.
Even though she knew Ian deserved to be happy always.
Knowing all that, she had still wanted him by her side.
‘...Right. ...I’m sorry. I won't come back.’
Recalling Ian’s face as he apologized with a sad expression and left, it felt as if her heart was being gouged out with a knife.
"...Sob.... I’m... I’m sorry... for... not being able to die... for being a coward... I’m... I’m sorry... for being born... hic..."
Estelle...
Hated herself beyond endurance.
[Fresh Fruits Morning Sale][5]
[Wanna see something really amazing?][3]
[My future boyfriend smelled really suspicious today, but I don't know what it was...][13]
[The Gallery disaster I saw at dawn yesterday][4]
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[Author: 8WanksADay◆]=[Ian]
[I’m depressed...][0]
Should I just go die...
Anon(74.812): Why is the Manager depressed?
ㄴ8WanksADay◆: My dick took over my brain and I did something terrible to a classmate.
ㄴAnon(74.812): ??? Are you insane? lol What did you do?
This was a Gallery that Estelle also used.
Thinking she might notice if he wrote in detail, he left a comment while stripping away as much detail as possible.
ㄴ8WanksADay◆: No... I ended up having physical contact... but I guess it was really unpleasant for her. She cut me off with a look of pure contempt.
ㄴAnon(74.812): For real. Manager, you’re a total piece of trash. Just go die.
ㄴ8WanksADay◆: You’re right... I was trash... I’ll go die now.
ㄴAnon(74.812): No, on second thought, don't die, just cut your dick off. Who’s gonna manage the Gallery if you leave?
ILoveTenantFarmers■: You should've been more handsome. Then she would've liked it even if you touched her...
ㄴ8WanksADay◆: True... Being average-looking is a sin.
His heart ached.
He was the one his friend Evelyn always described as having the looks of a "country youth whose only defining feature is being average and featureless."
He knew all too well that he wasn't handsome, even without someone telling him in the comments.
ChildhoodFriendRapist■: Lmao, holy shit, this is hilarious. The Manager isn't normal either. How did you touch her? Did you touch her in a super lewd way?
ㄴAnon(122.39): Look who’s talking, the guy who raped his childhood friend?
ㄴChildhoodFriendRapist■: Do it yourself if you’re so jealous lol. And she likes me like crazy, so it’s basically consensual.
ㄴ8WanksADay◆: I didn't really touch her in a lewd way... but I did think she felt soft.
ㄴChildhoodFriendRapist■: Lmao, you loser. You’re hopeless. ㅋㅋㅋㅋ You’re thinking that while sexually harassing her? Ugh, disgusting. ㅋㅋㅋㅋ
Hearing that from Evelyn made him let out a heavy sigh.
ㄴ8WanksADay◆: For real, even I think I’m disgusting... What should I do...
ㄴChildhoodFriendRapist■: What do you mean "what should I do" lol. Just forget it, go jerk off to get the horniness out of your system, and then go buy her a gift and grovel next time. That’s the only way.
ㄴAnon(122.39): Did you grovel to your childhood friend too?
ㄴChildhoodFriendRapist■: Is this Anon illiterate? I told you already, didn't I? It’s basically consensual!! She likes me so much she said she wants to get a job together later.
ㄴAnon(122.39): Lol, bullshit. You’re probably the only one who thinks that.
ㄴChildhoodFriendRapist■: It’s true though? She was the one who said it first?
ㄴAnon(122.39): Then go ask your childhood friend again right now lol.
ㄴChildhoodFriendRapist■: Bet. Going now.
‘I didn't go that far...’
Evelyn’s answer was quite rational.
The problem was that his brain was filled with semen in the first place.
If it hadn't been for that, he wouldn't have gotten slapped, spilled the coffee, or felt up her leg.
[Time Remaining: 36 minutes 24 seconds]
I nodded as I looked at the time remaining until the end of my No Nut abstinence.
‘I’ll be done just as I finish my bath.’
I figured I’d take a proper bath, have a massive wank to Lady Yuris’s photos to empty my testicles, and then grovel to Estelle next week.
*
ㄴAnon(122.39): Then go ask your childhood friend again right now lol.
ㄴChildhoodFriendRapist■: Bet. Going now.
The moment she saw the comment, Evelyn got up from her bed.
She had intended to stay just "childhood friends" for a while longer, but...
Recalling the look in Ian’s eyes over the past few days—as if he were burdened by deep worries—she couldn't hold back anymore.
Click—
As soon as she opened her door, she saw her nanny.
"Nanny."
"Yes, Lady Evelyn."
"Please prepare the carriage. I have somewhere to go."
Upon hearing those words, a wide smile spread across the nanny’s face.
"Understood. I shall tell the coachman we are going to Master Ian’s house."
"...What? I didn't say I was going to see Ian."
"Oh my, was I wrong?"
"...Well, you’re right, but..."
"Hehe... I don't know how much longer that boy Ian is going to make Lady Evelyn suffer. How about it? Do you think it’s possible this year?"
"...I don't know. That son of a... hmph. Ian is so dense, I’ll just have to try."
"Good luck, My Lady. I’ve placed a bet that you’ll succeed this year."
"...A bet? On what?"
"Oh my! I must go prepare the carriage. Please come down in five minutes."
Evelyn sighed as she watched the nanny run off, giggling to herself.
"Ah! But don't forget the contraception! The Family Head will cry."
"...Ah! Nanny!"
In the past, she would have shouted that it wasn't like that and turned red, but she was past that stage now.
Even the household servants knew how she felt; only that bastard Ian remained oblivious.
‘Seriously, why doesn't that guy know?’
Evelyn fell into thought, pressing her temples as she climbed into the carriage.
In fact, she had done everything except actually confessing, hadn't she?
She always kept her forehead exposed—something she used to be self-conscious about—ever since Ian said it was pretty...
Every year on 'Lady Ellis’s Day,' she made sure to give him handmade chocolates...
Every time she bought new underwear, she’d use muscle pain as an excuse to make him massage her all over while showing them off...
Since he said his ideal type was a woman who could cook well, she had learned how to cook a ton of dishes...
On the hot spring trip for his birthday, they had even bathed together...
And though Ian didn't remember... they had even had se-sex.
‘...And he still doesn't know?’
There was a limit to being dense.
‘Seriously, what more do you want me to do... you dense idiot.’
If Ian had even half the intuition of a normal person, he would have become 'Ian Marigold' by now.
‘...It couldn't be... that he’s pretending not to know because he dislikes me... No, that can't be it...’
Rattle— rattle—
"Lady Evelyn. We have arrived. Shall I... wait for you today?"
"...No. You can head back first."
"Understood. I shall tell the Family Head that you are staying the night at Master Ian’s house."
"...Yes. Thank you."
As one could see, her relationship with Ian was practically recognized by her parents.
Even her mother would ask without hesitation when she was going to produce an heir.
"...Whew. Fine, I give up on getting a confession. Instead, let’s settle this today."
Knock, knock—
Evelyn Marigold.
Today, she stood before the door not as Ian’s childhood friend of fifteen years... but as a woman who had come to see the man she loved.
