Chapter 114
Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 114
Chapter Title: Confession (2)
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"H-Here!! Cain."
Paang! Pang!
"Yeah."
Unlike usual, Sia couldn't even meet my eyes, her face beet red as she patted the bed where she was sitting.
"Why's your face so red, Sia? You feeling sick or something?"
"Eek!!"
I chuckled and lightly touched her shoulder, but she reacted way over the top.
To keep her from getting more startled, I gave her a warm smile and gently stroked her shoulder.
Maybe the tension eased, or her embarrassment faded a bit, because Sia took a deep breath and finally spoke.
"Cain... um... after dinner later..."
"Yeah."
"W-Wanna go for a walk?"
She looked like she was making some huge resolution, her expression almost grim as she suggested a walk.
"Sure."
"Phew..."
"I'll wash up quick and head down. Dinner time soon, right?"
"Yeah!"
I left Sia's room, showered, and came down to the first floor.
Loren and Sia were sitting close together, whispering. Sia was nodding vigorously with intense eyes.
Then she spotted me coming into the dining hall, jumped in surprise, her shoulders twitching. Loren laughed and patted her shoulder encouragingly.
Claude, who'd come down first, was nowhere in sight, so as I reached the table, I asked Loren.
"Huh? Where's Claude?"
"Oh, Leader Cain's just... over there."
"Huh?"
Loren made a sour face and gestured with her hand. I turned to where her finger pointed.
"Ha..."
There was Claude, making a weird face in front of a tiny beastkin girl who barely came up to his waist.
That bastard...
I sighed and started to stand from the table to head over to Claude, but Uncle Frank beat me to the punch.
Thud-!
"Gah!"
"Your friends are waiting. Get back to your seat."
"Huh?"
Claude took a brutal knuckle rap to the head with a nasty crack, his neck creaking as his gaze turned toward our table. Seeing Loren and Sia's cold stares, he scrambled over and plopped down next to me.
"..."
In the suffocating silence, Claude couldn't say a word.
Anyone looking at him would've pegged him for a total pedo, nothing more, nothing less.
I whispered to Claude so Loren and Sia couldn't hear.
"You crazy fuck. What the hell you doing with a tiny girl like that."
"N-No! Hana's an adult!"
As Claude stammered his excuse, a new name flashed across his Hitomi meter lightning-quick.
"That's the one from the Tail House?"
"Y-Yeah."
Apparently, she'd been a designated pick at the Tail House a few times I'd sent him there... and she looked even younger than Sion. Even I shot Claude a glare.
"You don't mean...?"
"No, no!!! It's not like that, Hanajang is...!"
"Drop it."
From what I knew, in this city where brothels operated openly, they were strict as hell about the girls' ages.
So that little kid really was an adult... insane. Sion was one thing—kinda got it—but that one? Straight-up criminal territory.
Sia and Loren watched us whispering, and Loren's face started twisting in horror.
Ah, Loren's got good ears.
Sorry, Claude. Even if I hadn't fucked Loren first and conquered her, looks like you've lost any shot at another world with her for good.
"So she's the one who okayed free service fucks?"
"Th-That...!"
Claude's face flushed as he recalled our chat where I'd asked about beastkin pussy grip.
"Wow... what a legend..."
"No, back then, Hana said it was fine...!"
"Shut up. Don't say more. It's getting creepy. So why were you hovering and creeping her out?"
"I wasn't threatening her..."
First time I sent Claude to the Tail House, it was packed, so they force-assigned him that beastkin without letting him choose.
The Tail House was a beastkin handjob joint, catering mostly to humans with a fetish for beastkin or furries.
Lots of types, but Hana looked super young—dangerously so. The owner had hired her anyway.
Even the pervy clients balked at her looks and never picked her. She'd worked there without a single selection since.
The rest of Claude's so-called "romance"... too gross to recount.
"So you saw her outside the shop for the first time, got excited, ran over... and that's the reaction you got?"
"Yeah... I thought it was love."
Loren's face soured more at Claude's words, while he gazed with puppy-dog eyes. My head spun watching them alternate.
"We'll check at the shop later. Focus on dinner now. Sia and Loren look pissed."
"Thanks, Cain..."
Claude was showing early signs of the romantic creep who clings to whores at brothels, but if I didn't send him, what was he gonna do?
Time to retrain his ass soon.
The awkward silence dragged on through dinner. Claude shoveled food like it was water from the pressure, bolted to his room, and Loren slipped away, leaving Sia and me alone at the table.
"All done eating, Sia?"
"Huh? Y-Yeah!! All done!!!"
"Wanna head out then?"
"Wh-Where to???"
"You said walk earlier."
"Right!!!"
Sia, who hadn't focused on her food at all, suddenly clapped and stood stiffly.
I headed out of the inn with her.
Normally, Sia would've chattered the whole way to the park about fun stuff from her day, but she was dead silent until she finally spoke.
"I-It's... nice and cool at night."
"Yeah."
Chirrup- chirrup-
The humid summer air mixed with cricket songs. The park was especially empty tonight.
Sia clamped her mouth shut after that awkward line, so I changed the subject.
"Today, I went to the smithy to get Loren's shield fixed."
"Really? Sis must be thrilled!"
"Right? They said pick it up in a few days. Keep it secret till then—surprise her."
"Yeah!!"
From the shield story, Sia bounced back to her usual energy. We laughed and chatted for 30 minutes on our walk.
"Um... Cain..."
"Yeah?"
I stopped and turned, puzzled by the lack of her footsteps beside me. Sia had her hands to her chest, deep-breathing.
Trembling pupils, flushed face—her pink hair made it look even redder.
Guessing what she wanted to say from her reaction, I slowly stepped in front of her.
"I-I...!!"
"Hold on."
Poof-
I pulled her into a tight hug to calm her, pressing our upper bodies together without a gap, just how she liked.
Squeeze-
She looked up at me sparkling-eyed in that embrace.
"I... l-like you!!!!!"
"I like you too, Sia."
"Nooo!! Not like that!!!"
"Huh?"
"I like... Cain as a guy... not just friends."
Tap-
Playing dumb, she playfully tapped my chest and puffed her cheeks, confessing again.
"For real?"
"Yeah, for real."
"What about Claude?"
"Claude..."
Her face stayed surprisingly calm at my question.
Maybe seeing so much lately helped her sort her feelings fast, or maybe her crush on me ran deeper—who knew.
"Claude's just a friend. The one I really like is Cain!"
Her firm tone prompted me to use Hitomi blessing.
[Sia]
Peak affection right in sight—felt damn good.
Honestly, to fuck Sia, I could've gaslit her daily with massage excuses and bullshit till she spread easy.
But with memories burned in of her as my first and last love in this life, I didn't want it that way.
Biting and sucking? Old life habits. Not forcing it? Maybe this life's memories hadn't fully meshed yet.
The gap between past and present felt negligible, so I acted on impulse with other girls. But with Sia? Couldn't.
I'd schemed and nudged with Loren, but hearing it straight from Sia's mouth felt better than expected.
"For real?"
"Yeah, dates with Cain... and later marriage like Mom and Dad... hehe, once my bad blood sickness is all cured..."
Even bringing up curing her "bad blood" that kept her from kids—she was indirectly confessing she wanted my babies. My dick sprang full mast.
Squeeze-
"Eep! C-Cain?"
Pressed tight, she felt my hard-on poke her lower belly and panicked.
"Sia."
"Yeah."
"This your answer to that thing I said last time—tell me if I change my mind?"
"Y-Yeah... exactly..."
I stroked her bowed head.
"Thanks. Guess you're my girlfriend now?"
"Hnnn..."
She buried her face in my chest, rubbing like a cat, refusing to look up.
I grabbed her cheeks, lifted her face, and planted a kiss on her lips.
Mwah!!!
"Hya!!"
I chuckled at her trembling, then said coolly.
"Then... I'll sleep with my girlfriend tonight, fair and square."
"Wh-What?"
"What's wrong with that? Girlfriend wants to sleep together."
"Eek!!! Too embarrassing..."
She twisted like a towel but didn't say no—good as consent.
"Come on, say yes?"
"F-Fine..."
With Sia stuck to my arm like gum, we returned to the inn. Uncle Frank's lecherous grin followed us up to her room.