Chapter 186
Chapter 186
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: Senior's Axe (4)
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Miya carefully climbed onto my back.
Her plump thighs, clad in black stockings, wrapped around my sides.
The soft, cushiony flesh pressed against my back.
“….”
She looked quite slim from the outside.
However, unexpectedly, her body was very soft and plush.
“Not heavy…?”
“Yeah, a little?”
I answered her question honestly.
Then, Miya jabbed her sharp chin firmly into my shoulder.
“Say it again.”
The cool pressure of acupressure drew an involuntary chuckle from me.
“Ahh— I’m kidding, kidding!! You’re as light as a feather.”
“Hmph…. The other knights serve you with such respect, but you…”
Only then did Miya lay her soft, springy cheek against my shoulder.
It looked just like a small animal marking its territory.
“Isn’t this diligent service enough?”
“Diligent service, my foot—you just show up every day begging for help.”
The senior recalled all the times she had helped me up to now.
“Like that time I hid your leave request…”
Then, as if a particular incident suddenly came to mind, she trailed off.
“Huh? Why stop mid-sentence?”
“No…”
As Miya held back her response, only silence hung around us.
The only sound was the wheels of passing carriages brushing by.
The sun was setting.
The carriage raced vigorously toward the red horizon, and with Senior Ueya completely out of sight, she spoke up again.
“Veil, what’s your relationship with the princesses…?”
“Pardon…?”
The princesses came up out of nowhere.
It was just like when she had hidden my leave request and they’d come questioning her.
“Every time they see you, honey practically drips from their eyes. Whenever something comes up, they always seem to call for you.”
Sure enough, the day I’d snuck off on vacation.
The princesses must have gone looking for Miya.
“We’re… somewhat close…”
Miya drew in a deep breath at my vague reply.
I felt her skin contract and expand vividly against my back.
“….”
The senior half-lidded her tired eyes.
Then, with her mature gaze, she stared intently at my profile.
At my face, which was climbing in rank and drawing different looks from those around me.
“What if… they proposed marriage? Would you do it?”
Her words made me halt in my tracks.
Amid mansions spaced wide apart.
On the barren, quiet road between them.
“….”
I stared at the red horizon for a moment.
In the daytime, only the sun shone alone.
But as evening fell, stars as bright and vast as the sun began rising one by one.
“I’m a noble now too, so nothing’s off the table.”
Anyone else might have smirked and brushed it off slyly.
But…
With Miya, I didn’t want to lie.
That’s how much I saw her as the ultimate senior.
Unlike Camilla, Ekina, Luper, and the rest who’d looked down on me…
Miya had given me a bright smile even as a total stranger.
“I see…”
My matter-of-fact answer made her body feel somehow lighter.
As if all the tension had drained from her frame.
“Still, unless it’s at least an earldom, marrying into royalty won’t be easy…”
Miya murmured, her lips pressed to my shoulder.
Not catching it well, I asked her to repeat.
“Pardon…?”
“Usually, barons marry other barons…”
Miya’s long bangs.
As she bowed her head, they covered her round eyes.
“My mom and dad did too…”
“I see…”
In the awkward air, I replied softly.
Then, the senior peeked her head up, revealing her rippling black pupils.
“When we get home in a bit, Dad’s sure to say the same thing.”
She, who’d always shown only her senior side to me.
Today, she was casual enough to call her parents “Dad.”
“Lately, they keep trying to marry me off…”
I took her words in earnest.
Exhaling deeply just like her, I answered with a cleared mind.
“What do you think about it, senior?”
“Me…?”
My question made her eyes go wide.
“Yeah. From what I can tell, you don’t seem all that interested in marriage right now.”
“No!”
She denied it swiftly.
Then, in a deflated mutter.
“I’d like it too.”
Miya gazed fixedly at my profile.
The instant our eyes met.
“If someone I like shows up…”
Like an animal, she rolled her big pupils away.
After that, she fell silent for several minutes.
She didn’t speak again until they reached the street with her family home.
“Hey, Veil.”
“Yeah.”
At my reply, Miya—now seemingly at ease—stared straight at the horizon.
By then, the sun had sunk completely, leaving only dying embers.
“Thanks for today.”
“Today…? Did I even help with anything?”
I answered nonchalantly and pressed on.
Then, I hoisted her slightly slipping thighs higher.
“Yeah, honestly, you could’ve handled this whole thing solo.”
Was it the slippery stockings?
Sweat slicked my palms.
“You could’ve claimed all the credit too.”
My fluids soaked into her stockings, dampening her thighs.
“No way—didn’t you see earlier?”
Oblivious, I let out a chuckle.
And replied calmly.
“Without you, senior, we never would’ve nabbed the madam fleeing out the back.”
I figured she’d blush at my words.
But.
“I know you let her go on purpose!”
Instead, like punishment, she pressed even closer, looping both arms tight around my neck.
“You maneuvered things so I’d catch the prime criminal!”
Miya, trained by Camilla with skills on the rise.
Now her instincts were sharpening too.
“And I heard it from the Imperial Vice Captain. You recommended me as the sharpest knight in the Security Bureau.”
“Pardon…? I never said any such thing.”
I cocked my head innocently.
In response, Miya nipped my earlobe lightly with her lips.
“Quit playing dumb. Camilla said it herself!”
I held my tongue for a beat after her words.
No way—had Camilla used me as an excuse out of awkwardness?
“….”
The image surfaced of the blonde woman who’d approached claiming my recommendation.
A wry chuckle escaped me unbidden.
*What cute women…*
Emboldened by her own boldness, perhaps—Miya lobbed another question right away.
“Veil, got a question.”
“What now?”
The senior gulped hard.
Then, rubbing her cheek against my shoulder, she peered at my profile.
“If the princesses like you, and you like the princesses…”
Her black eyes gleamed even in the dark.
“Then why are you so nice to me…?”
Was it the sting of that jab?
Or arriving at her mansion?
“….”
My body went rigid.
Unable to reply, I watched as Miya chuckled—maybe sorry for her impish query.
“As expected… After all those dazzling princesses, someone like me must’ve stirred a bit of pity…”
Miya spoke while eyeing her family mansion ahead.
A mansion once white and pristine.
Now, fissures spiderwebbed everywhere.
The garden lay barren, untouched by a gardener’s hand in ages.
“No way.”
I gazed at the scene alongside her and continued.
Very gravely.
“The reason I treated you well wasn’t pity, senior. Quite the opposite.”
Quite the opposite.
My words made Miya tilt her head.
Her bobbed hair tickled my cheek.
A sweet berry fragrance wafted from it.
Thanks to me, she’d quit smoking—no more stale odor mingling in.
“Unlike the princesses with everything at their fingertips, you and I—we’re alike.”
I gave her my unvarnished truth.
“Clinging on desperately in this empire brimming with absurdities, right?”
“It was rough.”
Miya nodded plainly.
Just days ago, she’d been chain-smoking through stacks of paperwork.
“Even then, you were so kind to a total stranger like me.”
“Me…?”
She pursed her lips.
In reply, I narrowed my eyes fox-like, answering with an eye smile.
“Unlike Luper, you stepped up without hesitation to help. Always taking the lead as my senior, right?”
Only then did Miya recollect what had passed between us.
Her kindness ran so deep she hadn’t even registered it.
Sure, she got a little scary wielding that axe.
“See now? It wasn’t some pity play.”
To convey my sincerity, I released one hand.
And stroked Miya’s face, her doughy cheek pillowed on my shoulder.
Especially that persistent mole under her eye.
“It’s just—you’re such a good person, you drew me in.”
Before the gate, me standing with Miya on my back.
We locked eyes, staring hard.
Our strikingly similar black irises.
“Veil…”
Had my finger playfully rubbing her face done it?
Her senior’s gaze rippled oddly.
“You’re such a fox.”
Miya, face nestled on my shoulder.
This time, her hand reached out to rub at my eyes.
“Cheeky fox, eyeing your senior.”
Her half-lidded gaze narrowed.
Soon twisting into a decadent eye smile.
“Gotta punish a cheeky fox, right?”
Miya swallowed hard, resolve hardening.
Her hand, stroking my eyes, extended…
And seized my nape.
“Getting greedy now.”
Miya yanked my neck, drawing our faces intimately close.
Her breath ghosted my nose tip.
“Right, like you said—maybe I’m closer to you than the princesses.”
Miya flashed a sweet smile.
With eyes utterly womanly and lascivious, never before shown to me.
“So, let me take a shot at you too.”
Even that mole under her eye—always so cute—now screamed erotic.
“Senior…?”
Miya ignored me entirely now.
Resolution set, instinct took the wheel.
“Haa…”
Her lips parted.
A translucent thread of saliva stretched between her sharp canine and lower teeth.
“Didn’t smoke a single one today.”
Miya spoke, slipping a finger into her mouth.
The sight so utterly obscene—saliva flooded my own mouth.
“And so…”
Her eyes stretched languidly.
A fragrant, sweet aroma bloomed from within.
“My mouth tastes sweet.”
Eager to share the flavor, Miya shifted on my back.
From rear carry, her signature fluid grace remade our pose.
Soon…
Facing me front-on, bodies flush.
“Wanna taste?”
Chests mashed together, she peered up.
Eyes of a ripe, hedonistic temptress, ensnaring any man.
“….”
I stared down at this Miya.
Fresh from a grueling mission, perhaps.
Her white blouse hung frayed.
Cleavage spilled through undone buttons.
A black mole protruded there.
After the under-eye one, I ached to kiss them in turn.
That instant.
Miya peered up, catching me gazing unwittingly at her body.
“Sorry…”
She said nothing to my apology at first.
Then…
“You can keep looking…”
Blushing demurely, she murmured.
“If it’s you… I’d allow it…”
I gazed dumbly at her face.
Meantime.
Miya summoned courage, meshing her lips to mine.
“Huaaa…”
Head tilting faintly, she fed me that promised sweetness.
Tongue delving deep, softly coiling mine.
“Hueut…”
Thighs clamping my waist vise-tight.
Arms locked as one flesh, she plundered my lips relentlessly.
―――!!
Her grip so fierce—we nearly crashed her gate.
Yet Miya pressed on, lavishing sticky, lewd kisses.
Caring nothing for such things anymore.
“Good…”
Our mingled drool pattered onto her upper chest.
Vast quantities pooling into a tiny pond atop her breasts.
“Uum…”
White strands stretched long from parting lips.
Miya, oblivious even to them, simply gazed up at me.
Like a yearning kitten.
“Entwine deeper.”
“Dangerous—this is your house doorstep.”
I’d pegged her for the modest type.
Thighs elongating, pale skin stark against black stockings.
Fervent kisses tore stray threads.
“Won’t you heed your senior…?”
But she couldn’t care less.
Eyes hellbent on proving her fit for me over any princess.
I stared blankly at her face.
A vibe utterly unlike any woman I’d known.
This arrogant senior posturing over me—I wanted to break her.
Pinching her sharp canine betwixt fingers.
“No baring teeth this time, senior.”
And plunged anew into the sweetness flooding her mouth.