Chapter 37
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 37
Chapter Title: The Lady Who Wants to Make a Baby (7)
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Asbidal moved with the nimble stealth of a spy.
As Ganeghan pushed the door open, Asbidal was pressed flat against it, sliding along until Ganeghan stepped inside—then it slipped quietly out behind his back.
Ganeghan turned at the faint, awkward rustle, but Asbidal was already out of sight.
"Was someone here?"
Aspi was here, Dia nearly blurted out—but she couldn't.
Aspi had poked its head out and was holding a finger to its lips.
Dia had vowed never to lie to Ganeghan, but thinking back on their conversation, telling the truth would be mortifying.
In the end, she shook her head.
"I was alone."
"I see. Let me have your arm first. Looks like we should start with the injection."
"Okay."
Ganeghan, who'd been waiting so patiently—what couldn't he handle?
Dia climbed onto his lap and gently lifted one arm.
"You don't have to sit right on top of me."
"Can't I?"
"That's not what I mean."
She shot him a glance, her face tinged with eager anticipation, but he remained impassive.
Yet even that stoic focus on the injection struck her as handsome. Am I seriously messed up in the head? Before she knew it, Dia was staring blankly too.
"All done."
"Huh? Already?"
Injections used to be the most boring part, but lately, they felt too short—over too soon.
"You ate in your room today, right?"
"Yeah? Yeah, I did."
"Servants must have come and gone."
"Yeah?"
Suddenly, Ganeghan's hand gripped her waist.
Caught off guard, Dia shivered. Was he hugging her? Instinctively, she pressed her back against his chest.
But instead of embracing her softly, his hand went straight for the buttons on her shirt.
"Eek?!"
"It's not that hot out. Better to button up. The servants might get the wrong idea. And your breasts aren't exactly small—you should be careful."
"B-Big is good, isn't it?!"
"Pardon?"
He gave her an utterly baffled look as she bristled indignantly.
Of course, the lady had her own grievances.
Bigger breasts were better. She'd shown them off. And now he was covering them up? It felt contradictory.
"Big... isn't good?"
"Not without appeal, no. But you're plenty pretty even covered up."
"Ugh..."
Dia froze like a broken doll. Every word but "pretty" faded away.
She was ridiculous—going limp at one compliment—but it still made her happy.
In the end, with no real resistance, her chest was hidden behind the shirt.
"By the way, did you read the book?"
"Oh! Yeah! Of course!"
Finally, a topic she could shine on—Dia puffed out her chest proudly.
"It wasn't a long time, so I doubt you got far. But I'd like to see what you read."
"Get ready to be amazed."
With a smug sniff, the lady scampered to the bed.
Ganeghan wasn't wrong—it had been a short time. But even so, Dia had read three whole books. The thickest ones, no less.
She couldn't admit she'd forced herself through them for a reward, but showing off three would definitely stun him.
Now he'll see me in a new light!
Ganeghan's blank face. Just seeing surprise crack it would make her day.
"Uh..."
Problem was, the books weren't there.
Precisely—one was missing. Two sat on the bed; the third had vanished.
Where'd it go?
Two versus three was a huge gap!
At least to her. Three or bust for that reward. Soon, she was desperately hunting for the last one, stakes high.
As Dia frantically poked around, Ganeghan's gaze naturally followed.
"What, you read two? Not bad."
"No!"
"So you at least fetched them."
"Not that either! Ugh, where is it? Wait!"
Moments later, she spotted the missing book—under the bed.
She must've tossed it around rolling on the bed earlier, and Aspi had knocked it underneath in the process.
Luckily, the room had been deep-cleaned recently—no dust. It wasn't far; just stretch an arm from prone position.
"Urgh..."
A bit embarrassing to prone in front of Ganeghan, but whatever.
For that stunned look of praise? Totally worth it. The fantasy made the ache of her chest squished against the floor bearable.
Soon, the last book was in hand.
Grunting as she wriggled out from under the bed, Dia grabbed the other two and dashed straight to Ganeghan.
She hopped onto her favorite seat—his thigh—like it was second nature.
"Ta-da! See? Three books. Read every single one."
"Uh..."
Looking up triumphantly, she caught his changed expression. Definitely flustered.
His face was just a touch flushed—and she'd caused it.
Pride swelled from her gut, spinning her brain into happy loops.
"Bet you didn't think I'd read three. But I did!"
"Ah..."
"Doubt it? Quiz me. I read them for real—I'm good."
"Mm."
She tilted her head back, playfully bumping his shoulder with the back of hers—like a fussy kid.
"Now, honor the deal? You promised a reward. And it has to be something I like! No cheating with junk. Got it?"
"Dia."
"Yeah! Gimme! Reward!"
How shocked was he, scratching his head and hesitating like this? The more he stalled, the prouder she felt.
After ten more shoulder bumps...
Finally, he spoke carefully.
"...Why aren't you wearing underwear?"
"Yeah, yeah! Huh? Uh... What?!"
Only then did she notice the odd sensation between her butt and thighs.
Sitting on his lap, she'd felt the fabric of his pants directly against her skin.
"Eek?!"
She sprang up like a coiled spring, slamming her back against the wall and yanking her skirt down with both hands.
How did I forget?!
Her face turned beet red, like a bomb about to burst. Hot enough to steam from her head.
I... I even... proned right in front of him...
The space under the bed was low and tight against the floor.
She'd flashed her butt crack and pussy plain as day. Realization hit quick.
Suddenly, his faint blush and fluster made perfect sense.
Anyone would react that way to a lady blatantly exposing herself. Not the books, then.
Gathering courage, Dia met his eyes.
He looked like he didn't know where to start explaining.
Aspi... you liar!
It'd said he'd pounce if she acted like this. Pounce? She wanted to die of shame.
So her next move was...
"Dia."
"U-Uwah... Waaah!"
"Dia?"
To burst into tears.
She'd worked so hard to surprise him, and it backfired. Plus the embarrassment. Imagining his fondness dropping felt like lightning in her skull—tears unstoppable.
If she could turn back time, she would.
Love. She hadn't even tried it. A few tips wouldn't magically make her good. Should've skipped the advice altogether.
"Dia, calm down."
"Wahh... Sniff!"
"Dia. Calm down. You read three books, right? Time for your reward. I'll give it."
"Huh?"
Tears halting, she looked up at him.
No mockery on his face. If anything, softer than usual.
"...Not mad? I not gross?"
"Not at all. Cute as ever. Anyway, your crying's a problem for me—stop. Tell me what you want for the reward."
Cute?
Words fragmented again; only "cute" echoed.
Aspi's advice wasn't useless, then? She'd flustered him, and he'd give a reward. Win? Going well?
Reframed, yeah. No tears from her ever—her face cleared up.
"I want... Yeah, I know what I want."
"Say it casually. I'll do my best to make it happen."
"Um..."
She fidgeted, recalling Aspi's "surefire way to be loved."
What was it again?
Right, probably...
"...Can you make me blush?"