Chapter 38
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 38
Chapter Title: Permission (5)
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“......Mm, ugh.”
The faint sunlight filtering through the curtains. Waking at this early dawn hour signaled the start of Lete's routine.
She pulled the blanket closer and shifted slightly, then soon furrowed her brow. Blinking her eyelids a couple of times chased away the sleep. Her rhythm was always tuned to these early mornings.
Deep down, she wasn't without the desire to burrow further into the bed......
“......Haaah.”
Still, Lete always ended up getting up in the end. She propped herself up unsteadily, leaning her back against the headboard, and stretched her arms out wide.
And as she casually lowered her arms without much thought, thump! A sudden foreign sensation touched the back of her hand, startling her slightly as she turned her gaze.
“Ah......”
She quickly understood the cause. Right next to where she had been sleeping lay a young man with black hair as lustrous as the night sky.
Unsurprisingly, it was Evan Lane. Among the residents of the Sun Church's main headquarters, he was the only one with such a unique hair color, and no other man could even lie on this bed to begin with.
Rubbing her slightly hazy eyes, Lete silently looked down at Evan.
'Come to think of it, have I ever let him into my room before......?'
No need to even check—it was the first time. Her first experience had been her barging into his place, smashing the door to bits.
She had simply laid him on the bed without much thought, intending to drain him dry wherever.
“......Ahem.”
Lete felt her face heating up suddenly and let out a fake cough. Why was she averting her gaze like this? She had already done plenty of shameful things several times over.
What was the source of this inexplicable pounding in her heart? Was it right for it to race this much just because she had let him into her room?
'Just a few hours ago, we were rolling around like crazy.'
If this relationship were truly just a normal romance, maybe she could understand, but the reality wasn't that simple—and that was the true root of her current confusion.
No need to look far. The intense traces of last night's passion were still scattered across the bed sheets and blanket around them.
Lete shifted her reluctant gaze, scanning the full view of the bed she lay on.
The stains soaked with all sorts of fluids had lost their original color, starkly visible. And most of them were probably from her own body.
“Haa......”
How should she describe this feeling? Looking back at herself, now irredeemably deep into the path of depravity—was it the perfectly natural self-loathing?
Not quite. What gave her the sense of discomfort was actually the opposite.
Even though she had become so vulgar, the negative emotions weren't that strong.
If she had to put it into words, it was more like, 'Eh, whatever?' and brushing it off coolly.
“I've gone mad, for real.”
Grimacing with displeasure, Lete threw off the blanket. And just before fully standing from the bed, an inexplicable annoyance led her to flick Evan's forehead with a light knuckle rap.
His responsibility in her becoming this promiscuous wasn't that great...... but that fact wasn't important at all.
Evan groaned in pain even in his sleep.
Lete felt a bit better seeing that.
“You sleep a little more.”
She gently brushed his black hair back, kissed his forehead, then stretched her body tall as she stood up fully.
There was no fatigue. Her robust body infused with divine power recovered to near-perfect condition with just a bit of sleep.
Though, if anything, her waist stung a little......
That was probably the same for Evan.
Shhhhh—
To avoid waking him with any noise, Lete firmly closed the bathroom door before slowly turning the faucet for warm water.
The showerhead on the wall soon sprayed water, and her sticky skin from sleeping without properly wiping off sweat soon turned smooth and pale again.
Naturally, the milky fluids clinging along her thighs, knees, and legs trickled down bit by bit.
Glancing down at the sight, Lete considered blocking the slit down there for a moment.
'No, hold back. Just endure it.'
She decided against it. She had impulsively lashed out after hearing about Israfeel creampieing him freely, but she knew it was a pretty reckless act.
Thus, the white turbidity now leaking from her vagina was exactly the result of their agreement last night—no contraception technique, just taking his seed raw.
At least she had to squeeze out as much as Israfeel had cut in line, right?
Lete truly thought that way, and since Evan had no way to resist her approaching in such a heated state...
She only let him go after getting a firm promise that he would sternly tell Israfeel never to do it again.
Though she really wanted to wring him to his limit until he was like a dry rag.
'Anyway, the decision on contraception is entirely up to the woman.'
If that guy really wouldn't listen? Then she could just deactivate the technique and nag him, 'I'm seriously gonna get pregnant.' That should do it.
With that rather menacing thought, Lete quietly let out a mischievous smile.
Recalling how Evan had begged on his hands and knees last night, admitting his mistake—it lifted her mood considerably.
And the fact that he hadn't said things like absolutely no pregnancy, closing off future possibilities, added extra points.
'......Take it slow, slow.'
Of course, Lete wasn't much different in not wanting a child right now.
It was far too significant a matter to handle purely on emotion. Pregnancy, that is.
When the time came to marry someday and seriously consider having children, naturally the 'dad' could only be Evan.
For now, though, it was too soon, utter nonsense.
She was still in her prime at twenty. Far too young to have a child.
As those thoughts reached her, Lete curled her lips into a distinctly cold smile.
Put another way, yes.
Israfeel Hael was already twenty-seven—a woman's age where concerns might start creeping in.
So this wasn't a race starting from equal footing.
It was just the opponent's one-sided flailing.
'Time is on my side anyway.'
Smoothly combing her wet apricot hair, Lete calmly savored her sense of superiority.
No matter what happened, she could never lose this contest.
*****
“Get up! Let's go eat breakfast.”
Punk!
“Guhk!”
Crash! Right after finishing her shower and stepping out, Lete kicked Evan straight off the bed without a hint of hesitation.
Evan, who had been having a nice dream for once, was forcibly awakened by the sudden assault(?).
Even so, he couldn't quite snap to his senses, dazedly looking around with a sleepy, stupid expression. Lete burst into a bright laugh.
“Ahaha, that face just now was pretty funny. So that's what you look like when you wake up?”
“Wh-what the, all of a sudden......?”
Evan blankly rubbed his temple, and Lete silently grinned as she observed him.
He had always been decent-looking, at least facially. His just-woken state wasn't terrible, but... she wasn't about to say it straight.
In any case, the effects of their intense night before were evident—his complexion looked quite haggard.
“Tch.”
Feeling good again, Lete tossed the towel wrapped around her body at him. Evan yelped “Eek!” as it smacked his face, but she calmly turned away.
“I'll get ready first, so hurry up and wash. I'm hungry.”
“......Hey, waking someone up like this and then saying whatever you wa—...”
“Our baby’s hungry too.”
“......”
“Baby daddy.”
Evan, irritably shoving the towel aside and about to grumble, reflexively froze.
Lete followed up, slyly rubbing her flat white belly. The intent behind the gesture was crystal clear.
“......Don't mess around.”
“Joking, joking.”
Realizing a beat late, Evan spat that out, and Lete flashed a brazen grin with a “Hee.”
How long had it even been since she took his seed inside, and she was already saying stuff like that? Evan was dumbfounded but also had to swallow dryly.
For some reason, that gesture, that profoundly suggestive and threatening hand motion and tone...
It hinted at the terrifying future he would face not far off.
“......”
Evan couldn't exchange another word with Lete.
Pat pat!
He just fled into the bathroom like his life depended on it, while Lete calmly hummed a tune, tying her hair into a ponytail.
“All done.”
As always.