Chapter 29
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 29
Chapter Title: Relief (2)
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Lete knew Evan as a man of extremely complex personality. Even a handful of expressions fell short of capturing his bizarre temperament in full—he was truly a mysterious fellow.
Yet if there was one concept that struck at the core of who he was—
It was pride.
Despite their fateful first encounter, that was why Lete had spent four whole years in an unwelcome relationship with such an Evan.
People with lofty pride and unyielding stubbornness were never a harmonious match to begin with.
Unlike others, Evan Lane harbored an inferiority complex as the only commoner among them, compounded by the arrogant conviction that he was superior to every single candidate.
Lete Heresia, meanwhile, was the epitome of a spoiled only child, bristling with defiant resentment toward the label of "a talent doomed to hit its clear limits someday" that had dogged her since childhood.
How could two such beings spend four years together in a mid-mountain city without friction?
A relationship that began on mutual goodwill and familiarity had devolved into mutual loathing in the blink of an eye.
And yet, it never fully severed. Their bond as "friends" endured like a precarious sandcastle weathering a century—a true irony.
This meant that while they disliked each other, it was never true hatred.
In the end, there had been that fleeting moment when they nearly became lovers.
Lete recalled the disgraceful sight of herself clinging to Evan's side just minutes ago, a savage sneer curling her lips.
She'd unwittingly racked up the worst black mark of her twenty years, but spilled water couldn't be gathered back.
Unable to rewind time and reclaim it, she had no choice but to turn a blind eye to the "past" that had happened.
...In any case, the crux of her fragmented thoughts up to that point boiled down to one thing: strip away Evan's pride, and he was little more than a corpse-like fool.
And that pride amplified even further when his opponent was Lete Heresia.
'You can't do it.'
Lete crooked her lips smugly. She knew him well enough to say it with utter certainty. He wouldn't stoop to something like this.
Sexual service, no less—and to her, of all people? Evan Lane?
With his middling temperament, he'd waver between options, unable to commit... And truthfully, that was the spectacle Lete craved.
He might want atonement, but suggesting such caresses would snag on his pride like an obvious trap.
This wasn't offering choices. It was deception, predicated on knowing exactly what he'd pick.
'...Today's the day you die, Evan.'
With her underwear shoved aside to bare her secret folds completely, Lete's eyes gleamed with sticky ecstasy and vulgar anticipation.
Refuse her final mercy at this point? She could bury the loathsome bastard in the back hills and it'd probably be legal.
Of course, she couldn't help the growing wetness between her legs from exposing herself in such an obscene pose to a man who clearly enjoyed it—
And the desire for Evan, of all people, to lick her there was quietly blooming too.
But she was far too furious for such lewd urges to matter.
Perhaps that anger was aimed less at Evan and more at herself—for grinning like a fool, ready to hand him her liver and gall on a premature assumption.
In vulgar terms, a spectacular loss in the game of "push-pull."
To reclaim her dignity, she needed to humiliate him the same way—or at least pummel him until her rage subsided...
And Lete was aiming for the latter.
She didn't entertain the possibility of being wrong. After all, she knew Evan better than anyone.
To suppress the bubbling resentment inside her, she readied herself to at least slam her hand into his throat—
"Eh?"
By the time she'd swiftly concluded her thoughts, she realized Evan was walking toward her. Lete panicked for real.
Her first prediction had missed the mark. The bewilderment and fluster it brought were indescribable.
"...W-Wait, E-Evan, hold on."
She couldn't react in time. Lete could only muster a feeble protest that held no weight, still holding her white panties aside to expose herself.
The consequence was predictable: the act that followed was exactly the "service" she'd ordered herself.
"...Hng!?"
With a sharp cry, Lete snapped her head back. She noticed Evan's grip clamping her wrists.
What was the intent? The answer came quickly. It was restraint to keep her holding her underwear in place.
*Lick.*
"Hah...!"
And Evan knelt on one knee before her with perfect propriety, burying his face deep.
Not anywhere else... but between her spread thighs, plunging in.
"Haah, ngh, w-wait... Hyaaang!"
Lete grabbed his head desperately, but the lightning bolt of pleasure surging from her lower body left her limp as if electrocuted.
Pushing with all her might in that state wouldn't budge him anyway.
It was a stark reminder of the strength gap between genders. Her face flushing crimson, Lete yanked at his black hair, but...
"... "
"...Heup?! Ngh, ah, hyuk."
Evan simply delved deeper into her core without a word, heedless of her slick thighs clamping his head tight.
"Ah, ahh, aa...!"
In the end, Lete could do nothing. On the verge of crumbling to pleasure, her reason still held sway—for now. If she wanted to push him away, this was her last chance, but her body wouldn't obey.
The pure, unadulterated emotion that welled up was mortification. It was too embarrassing. That Evan, of all people, licking her down there so obediently.
'I-I told him to, but...'
Even so, why was this guy doing something so out of character...! She'd expected him to defy her out of pride, turn the tables shamelessly.
She never imagined he'd press his mouth between her legs without the slightest resistance.
"...Ngh, heuu."
Lete felt an inexplicable chill race down her spine, spreading through her body.
Her beautiful blue eyes began losing their spark, clouded by rising heat.
The escalating stimulation dragged her flesh's owner into a pool of ecstasy. Lete couldn't shake off those vulgar hands groping and pulling at her.
The reason was simple.
'This feels... so good...'
She felt no need to. Her mental fortitude and willpower as a saintess candidate meant nothing before heavenly pleasure.
Of course, it was her first time. She'd tangled bodies with Evan before and even swallowed his release, but this direct service from him was new.
Lete gave up pushing him away. It was her own choice.
"...Hyuk, ah."
Instead, she pressed his head down. Not pushing away, but pulling closer.
She hoped and yearned for him to lick her folds deeper, suck her shameful spot more eagerly.
And Evan complied silently. As if there were any question, he moved his tongue and lips with impeccable courtesy—
The flowing nectar carried a sweet tang that unhesitatingly stimulated the man's rapture.
The female scent enveloping him as he buried his face deep was far from unpleasant. If anything, it was intoxicating, drawing him to inhale even more.
Evan, who had begun this subservient caress solely to obey Lete's will, gradually realized he was becoming addicted to her taste.
'...Why does this taste so good?'
It made no sense. Women's fluids shouldn't taste like anything worth savoring.
It mirrored exactly how Lete had felt four days ago swallowing his seed, but Evan had no way of knowing.
Perplexed yet undeterred, he didn't stop pleasing her.
Grazing her clit with his front teeth through parted lips, then sucking her labia, followed by cautiously slipping his tongue inside—repeating.
"Heugk...?! G-Gently, a little... Hyaaak!"
No need to check her reaction. Her words said one thing, but her hands gripping his head lacked even a hint of strength.
She was clearly satisfied. Evan felt a quiet pride as he gripped her thighs, spreading them wide.
"—!?"
Lete's legs splayed so vulgarly embarrassed her to the core; shame surged to her scalp, making it hard to hold the pose.
"Ah, uu. D-Don't, do thaaat... "
Unable to push him away by force, she could only whimper and plead.
Please don't make her more ashamed. Please, just lick normally.
"Evan, Evaaaan. Please. Ngh, heuk."
"... "
Of course, Evan had no intention of listening. Unless she showed genuine disgust, this reaction was well within bounds.
He merely twisted his lips in chilling sadism—then assaulted her cleft with his tongue again.
Half-forcibly, his tongue pushed in with a *squish*, slowly stirring her depths, pressing against her walls.
"Ah, uh, ah. Hic, hngh...!"
Lete reached her limit swiftly. Her flushed face blinked rapidly as if tormented, then she pressed his head down deep herself.
To let his tongue plunge even further inside.
"—Ngh, guk!?"
And climax. Lete savored the electric thrill of pleasure coursing through her, shoulders trembling.
Not enough—she arched her back rigidly amid the brain-melting excitement.
"Hyaaang...!"
Her peak surged to her fingertips, spilling out as a gushing orgasm.
*Squirt, splurt, spuuurt...!* Her toes curled as she crushed his head down; Evan had to take the spraying clear fluid full in the face.
A grand climax indeed. So Evan thought, forcibly held by her hands.
Yet he didn't forget to swallow the fluids twitching from her lower mouth.
*Gulp, gulp.* Slowly imbibing the lewd essence of her body brought an indescribable humiliation...
But so what if he drank a bit? She was the one letting out such fragrant, sweet nectar.
With that self-justification, Evan drank every drop she spilled—
"Heuk, heup, uh, huu... "
Lete gazed down at the scene with a lewd, flushed face, basking in the afterglow.
She had to say something, but quelling the pleasure filling her body was effort enough.
Locking eyes languidly with Evan... she finally stammered.
"Y-You... "
"... "
"You think I'll forgive you e-easily just 'cause... I didn't tell you to, but you drank my... Hoo, good boy, but... "
"...?"
Evan tilted his head in confusion. He couldn't parse her words right away.
He was just drinking because it tasted good—why call him a good boy?
Oblivious to his thoughts, Lete pressed on.
"I won't forgive you. Not easily... I hate you, loathe you so much... "
"... "
"...Loathe you, so... "
Her voice tapered off softly, ears burning red with shy embarrassment as she gently stroked his jet-black hair.
Her next words were short and sweet.
"Will you... make me feel even better...?"
Her blue eyes, sweetened by heat, fixed on his groin.
The man's grotesquely swollen, lewd lower half, already engorged from servicing her.