Chapter 125
Chapter 125
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: Warmth (2)
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“Is this why you came all the way here?”
I looked down at the princess cradled in my arms and asked.
Her ponytail, tied back, swayed like a tail.
“Of course. You have no idea how worried I was….”
Irina buried her face in my chest.
She lifted her shimmering green eyes and spoke.
“Dasha told me. She said you’d been taken by the Black Knights.”
“Ah….”
So Dasha had been the presence I sensed when they grabbed me.
Good thing I hadn’t tried to catch her.
“As you can see, I’m fine. I took care of those guys too.”
I scratched the back of my head and spoke casually.
“But how did you know I’d run into the Black Knights?”
“We’ve been watching them the whole time. After Father woke up, Leon’s movements got even more secretive.”
Irina answered with a serious gaze.
Then she looked up at me pityingly.
“I’m sorry. You got dragged into danger just because of me….”
She seemed to think she was the cause of all this.
“Fortunately, only two of them were after me. There’s no one else, so it should be fine now.”
“That’s a relief, but….”
I chuckled to calm the princess.
“Were you that worried about me?”
Only then did Irina’s eyes clear as she saw my relaxed smile.
She finally realized she’d been in my arms this whole time.
“Well… you’re the benefactor of my knight order. That’s all—just that.”
The princess blushed and pulled away from me.
Then she looked around the rundown villa hallway with me.
“…”
Neighbors had stepped out into the hallway by now.
They stared at me with openly displeased expressions.
“Let’s go inside first. Too many eyes watching.”
The men glared at me after seeing Irina’s teary face.
Her pitiful, beautiful features made them envious and annoyed with me at the same time.
It must’ve looked like I’d made her cry.
On top of that, her stunning silver hair and elegant looks didn’t fit this shabby villa at all.
She stood out suspiciously.
“I’ll show you in.”
I forced a smile and opened the front door.
Then I led her into the house.
“Alright….”
The princess composed herself and stepped inside.
She curiously took in the home of a man she was seeing for the first time.
“Would you mind waiting on the sofa? I’ll make some tea.”
I politely escorted her to the living room.
But when I glanced at the sofa…
“Ah….”
I flinched.
The sofa lay in ruins.
It had completely collapsed, as if several people had jumped on it.
“Oh dear, the sofa’s broken?”
The princess said with a worried look.
“Was there some trouble at home?”
“No, not at all… The furniture’s just old and gave out on its own.”
I forced another smile.
To divert her attention, I pointed to a chair at the dining table.
“Have a seat on the chair instead.”
“Alright. I’ll check your wounds there.”
We headed to the dining table together.
But just as we were about to sit…
Creak—
A chilling crack from the chair leg sent a shiver down my spine.
“The chair seems off too…?”
Irina looked down at it puzzled.
A clear crack ran along the leg.
“Ah, I must’ve put on some weight lately!”
I shot to my feet.
The morning’s events suddenly flashed in my mind.
“No helping it then. Would you mind the bed for now?”
“Got it. As long as I can sit….”
The Second Princess looked at my flustered self with embarrassment.
Then she slowly made her way to the bed.
“This is Veil’s bed….”
The princess sat alone on my bed.
She gently ran her palm over the sheets.
“I’ll be right back.”
While she settled, I checked the kitchen.
But no matter where I looked, there was no water bottle.
‘Where’d I put it…?’
Scratching my head, I headed to the balcony.
The house fell quiet for a moment.
“…”
In the meantime, Irina swallowed hard.
The princess set her herb basket on the floor.
“Smells kind of nutty in here.”
She instinctively glanced toward the kitchen.
Confirming I’d fully stepped out onto the balcony.
She swallowed again.
Then she pulled the nearby blanket toward her.
“Hoo….”
Drawn by the nutty scent, the princess brought the blanket to her nose.
She half-closed her eyes and inhaled.
Like a wolf checking its territory.
“…!”
As she pressed the blanket to her face.
She suddenly noticed a golden thread clinging to it.
“This is…”
Irina frowned and picked it up.
Then…
She realized it wasn’t a thread, but someone’s hair.
“…!”
The princess dropped the blanket at the sound of the balcony door.
She cleared her throat, acting like nothing happened.
“Oh, you’re back?”
Irina hid her hand under the blanket, as if concealing something.
Like she’d decided to ignore it for now.
“Yes. But… we’re out of water.”
I gave her a wry smile.
Then I nodded toward the door.
“Looks like I’ll have to go buy some.”
“What shop’s open at this hour?”
Irina got up from the bed.
She approached me standing by the balcony.
“Nothing to drink at all?”
The princess’s gaze drifted to the open balcony door.
Soon she spotted the floor littered with empty bottles.
“What’s all this…?”
I let out a deep sigh at her question.
“Well… I’ve been drinking more lately, so I stocked up.”
“Really? I thought you couldn’t even handle beer. Unexpected.”
The princess looked puzzled.
I answered her firmly, like a soldier.
“It was mock training to get used to General Valerian’s drinking parties.”
“I see….”
Irina stepped among the bottles.
She checked if anything could substitute for water.
“Non-alcoholic fruit wine should be fine to mix with the medicine.”
The princess picked up a small orange bottle.
She poured some into a glass, added the medicine, and began warming it.
“Go sit down. I’ll bring it right over.”
“Yes… Thank you.”
I sat on the bed as she said.
I stared openly at the princess making the potion in the kitchen.
Her silver ponytail tied like a tail.
An apron over her dress.
Silently watching her felt strangely nice.
Before, I’d only guarded her as she lay in bed…
Now she was making medicine for me as I sat on it.
“Here you go. It’s ready.”
Irina returned with a bright smile.
Two glasses of potion on a tray.
“And the other one….”
“Oh, this is for me.”
With no water in the house, she’d brought alcohol for herself too.
“Sorry, no water even in this dump…”
“It’s fine—. Let’s drink the medicine first.”
The silver-haired princess smiled brightly.
She carefully handed me the glass with the potion.
“Whew….”
I downed it in one gulp.
Then exhaled deeply.
“…!”
As the potion slid down my throat, my whole body heated up.
But at the same time, my fatigue vanished.
“Wow… My head feels so clear.”
“Really? Your face is flushing, but good.”
The princess pointed at my warmed cheeks and chuckled.
“Yes, the alcohol hits fast. But it works well.”
As I replied leisurely, Irina sighed in relief.
“Good. I was nervous since it’s my first time making it.”
“This is on par with the imperial apothecary.”
I praised her with a relaxed smile.
Unaccustomed to compliments, the princess smiled shyly and sat beside me on the bed.
“…”
After drinking, I had nothing particular to say to her.
We sat stiffly, staring at the wall in awkward silence.
“Princess…?”
“Yeah?”
Irina, who’d been tense, reacted immediately as I spoke.
“When do you plan to head back?”
“Am I bothering you…? Sorry, I’ll go now.”
The princess started to stand, thinking she’d overstayed.
“No. I just asked because this shabby place must be uncomfortable.”
“Shabby? Not at all! It’s cozy—I like it.”
Irina waved her hands hurriedly.
“Still, in that outfit…”
I glanced down at her prim dress.
The kind fit for the palace.
Beautiful design, but impractical for everyday.
“Oh, because of the dress?”
Irina looked down at her clothes.
Then she glanced up slyly…
“Mind lending me something comfortable?”
She shyly suggested borrowing my clothes.
“My clothes…?”
“Yeah, that herb… You need to rest fully after taking it for a while.”
As I reflexively asked, Irina mumbled.
“I heard you need a guardian nearby until the effects fully settle.”
No wonder my body felt hot.
Great effects came with real risks.
“You sure…? You must have state affairs tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow’s the weekend. It’s fine—.”
The princess shook her head.
She fiddled with her hair, waiting for my answer.
“There are clothes in the closet, but nothing suitable for you, I fear.”
I pointed to the closet worriedly.
But Irina smiled, as if she’d expected that.
“Don’t worry. I’m not picky.”
With permission, the princess rose from the bed.
She carefully opened the closet and picked something suitable.
“This should work, right?”
What she pulled out was a white T-shirt and short pants from my cadet days.
They’d be baggy on her slender frame.
Comfortable, sure, but they might slip off.
“Too big for you, Your Highness.”
Irina’s lips curved up.
She insisted it was fine and took the clothes out of the room.
“…”
As she left, I sighed in relief.
‘Is this really okay…?’
I’d tried to keep distance from the princesses.
Yet here we were, drawing closer again.
She’d come out of worry, even made medicine—kicking her out wouldn’t be right.
It left me in a bind.
As I pondered.
The buzz started creeping in.
Great medicine meant my body felt pleasantly tipsy now.
‘It’s just the medicine. Nothing more will happen….’
I closed my eyes, thinking that.
But…
My prediction of nothing happening was spectacularly wrong.
“See? It fits.”
The princess in my faded cadet clothes…
Looked nothing like I’d imagined.
“…!”
The T-shirt should’ve been loose.
But she’d tied it at the side, securing it tight.
It clung to her body instead, highlighting her alluring curves.
The real issue was the shorts.
Even boyhood pants should’ve been big on a woman.
‘Men’s shorts fitting that snug…?’
The shorts hugged Irina’s plump thighs perfectly.
Stretched taut, they wrapped her hips dizzyingly.
“Now we can relax together, right?”
Irina surely knew how revealing the fabric was.
Yet she sat beside me with comfortable eyes.
“Definitely more comfy.”
“…”
I forced my gaze upward from below.
But every lapse, my eyes drifted to her body—tough work.
“Now, let’s check that wound.”
The princess reached for the basket by the bed.
As she leaned down…
The tied T-shirt rode up, baring smooth skin.
“I saw your finger was swollen earlier. Let me check.”
Leaning made her thighs strain more.
The bigger they swelled, the more the shorts rode up.
“…”
I held my breath.
I stared blankly at her as she pulled ointment from the basket.
“Why are you staring like that?”
“It’s nothing. Just…”
I smiled faintly.
Then gently pulled the blanket to cover her thighs.
“You looked chilly.”
“Thanks.”
The princess smiled brightly, pleased.
She asked to see my hand.
“Here, your hand.”
I extended it, following her mature, smiling eyes.
“…”
She examined my finger closely.
It looked fine at a glance.
Just a light cut.
“Goodness, it’s so swollen!”
“Swelling’s normal. Impacts build up when you clash blades.”
But Irina thought differently.
She fiddled with my hand seriously.
“That’s not like fighting regular knights. Look here.”
I followed her finger to the cut.
Middle joint of my index finger.
Slight swelling radiated from there.
“Some Black Knights use poison. Even small wounds need checking.”
“If they’d poisoned me, I’d be dead already.”
I brushed it off.
But Irina shook her head.
“No, I’ve heard of people dropping dead suddenly after seeming fine.”
“Wait here,” she said, reaching for the basket again.
Thankfully, the blanket covered her stimulating form.
But…
“Hm…? No disinfectant?”
Something even more stimulating awaited.
“What to do… Need to disinfect before ointment.”
The princess rummaged through the basket.
Failing to find it, she rested her chin, lost in thought.
“…”
I watched her ponder intently.
Then our eyes met as she decided something.
“Veil.”
“Yes.”
Meeting my gaze, the princess slowly rose from under the blanket.
And…
She crawled toward me coyly.
“…?”
As she climbed onto the bed, her loose clothes gaped.
Revealing the full swell of her hidden breasts.
But that was just the start.
“Excuse me for a sec.”
She reached my fingers.
Swept her tousled hair aside seductively…
“…!”
And parted her moist lips.
“No disinfectant, so…”
Thick saliva stretched between her teeth.
It soon enveloped my finger and snapped.
“Hoo….”
Irina took my finger into her lips.
Crawling forward to suck it.
Her ponytail swayed with each melt of her lips.
Like a tail.
“Haaa….”
Irina stood on all fours, as if bowing to me.
Her taut hips danced lewdly with each suck.
“Mmm…”
The sticky warmth wrapping my finger.
I stared blankly down at the wolf devouring me.