Chapter 55
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 55
Chapter Title: Ducal Territory (5)
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Everyone creates a few black marks on their history now and then—those cringeworthy moments they desperately want to forget someday, right?
So if someone else ends up in an embarrassing spot, I'll do my best to pretend I didn't notice.
I wouldn't dream of mocking them, knowing full well how mortified they'd be.
"……."
"……."
But that's easy for me to say since I'm not the one in the hot seat.
What if it were me? What if I got caught in something so humiliating my brain just flatlined?
I doubt I'd be able to laugh it off with a casual grin.
And right now was exactly that.
'Shit... damn it...'
These past few days sharing a bed with Isabel had worn my mental endurance to the brink.
Especially when she'd squirm in her sleep, rubbing her breasts against my back—it was driving me insane.
At this rate, I wouldn't survive much longer. I had to relieve some pressure somehow, or I'd end up crossing a line with her.
And how does one handle that? Obviously, take care of it solo.
This place was miles from Sun Church headquarters, and Isabel was the only person I knew well.
No way to beg for help from anyone, so my course was clear.
That's how I barely escaped her arms and slipped into the bathroom—only to end up like this.
"Ah, uh, ooh, eh?"
"……."
It was a disaster. Isabel had already collapsed onto the bathroom floor, showing no signs of getting back up.
If she'd at least acknowledged the awkwardness and quietly backed out, I could've composed myself amid the whirlwind of emotions.
But with her staring blankly, spouting question marks left and right, I couldn't count on any consideration.
I was the one dying of embarrassment here, so why was she the one losing it mentally?
'Because of you, you idiot.'
Of course I knew why. I just didn't want to face it.
Truth be told, she'd caught me red-handed, mid-stroke while muttering her name.
First off, the timing must've shocked her. Second, walking in on that scene probably blanked her mind.
Part of me wanted to apologize right away.
But my own mentality was in tatters too.
I silently pulled up my pants.
Then I shot a glance at Isabel, still sitting there in a W-shape, face flushed beet red—right as she flinched and snapped back to reality.
"……Hoo."
With a deep sigh, I summoned my Divine Power. Whoosh! The red glow surged instantly, soon shaping into a short blade.
I gripped the dagger in reverse grip, my face serene like a sage who'd let go of all worldly ties.
"……E-Evan?!"
Would Isabel bolt up in horror first? Or would I slit my throat to escape the shame sooner?
Results in 60 seconds...
"Wh-what the hell are you doing?! Is that what you do in front of me!?"
"Gahk!"
No need for results. Isabel closed the gap in a flash, grabbing my throat and snatching the dagger. Lightning-fast reflexes.
The red blade faded as it left my hand, but Isabel still shook her head side to side, eyes lifeless.
"What were you just trying to do? Were you seriously about to slit your throat in front of me? Huh? Evan? Huh? Do you wanna die? By my hand?"
"……N-no, sorry. My bad."
Her gaze was ice-cold. I swallowed hard without thinking.
It'd been a split-second impulse to dodge the situation, but given her personality, even that wouldn't fly as a joke.
My sanity finally kicked back in. I shrank under her fierce glare, gauging her mood.
Saying it'd heal anyway if I cut my throat? Yeah, not now.
"Ghk, hngh."
I broke out in cold sweat, letting out short groans. Her grip on my neck tightened.
Isabel Sedent held my throat like that for a while, glaring daggers.
But then she noticed something, flinching visibly as her eyes dropped lower.
"……Ah, uh."
The tense air shattered in an instant, replaced by awkwardness. Isabel stared at my lower half, letting out an ambiguous noise.
And I wanted to die all over again. How do you control a physiological reaction?
Especially when I'd been right on the edge just before she walked in.
Of course, with the source of my fantasies pressed this close, my body had no choice but to be honest.
I knew she hated hearing it, but I was half-tempted to just beg her to kill me.
"Is it because of me?"
"……Pardon?"
"Because of me... that's why you're like this, and why you were masturbating in the bathroom?"
Isabel asked with her head bowed, and I froze, at a loss for words.
I hadn't expected her to bring it up so bluntly.
I didn't know how to respond, but maybe the evidence was too damning?
Even without an answer, she seemed convinced. After a hesitant pause and a groan, she released my neck limply.
I backed away awkwardly, plunging the bathroom into uncomfortable silence.
"……Haa... sigh."
Isabel broke the tension first, sighing like it was inevitable as she brushed back her bangs.
The dazed look was gone. Whatever sleep she'd had was long fled after that fiasco; her sunset eyes were now serious and calm.
"I never imagined you'd be the type who gets turned on even when a woman chokes you... but I guess there's no helping it."
"……Huh? Wait, Isabel?"
"Seems like I'm pretty responsible for getting you into this state right now."
No chance to protest that it was a misunderstanding—not for that reason at all.
Ignoring my indignant reaction entirely, Isabel chewed her lip.
Then, with awkward movements, she reached out, tugged at my waistband, and muttered softly.
"......This time, I'll help you out. I'll take responsibility for putting you in this mess."
"……."
My mouth hung open, words failing me completely.
But my lower half? It reacted more honestly than ever to her words.
Isabel swallowed dryly, pulling my pants down. Soon, her cool right hand slipped inside my underwear.
*****
Leaning haphazardly against the bathroom wall, Isabel looked up at Evan, whose lower body was rigidly erect.
Her both hands carefully fondled his veiny member.
Was she doing okay? Evan twitched and made all sorts of faces, but she lacked confidence in her technique.
She didn't know much about this sort of thing beyond gossip from others around her. Plus...
"......Not great, right? My hands and feet tend to get colder than most people's."
Isabel shrank further, well aware her hands weren't exactly warm.
No way a guy would enjoy a touch like that.
"N-no. Isabel... it feels... hngh, good."
"……."
Evan's ragged breath carried words that directly contradicted her.
Isabel felt her face heat up intensely at that embarrassingly honest praise.
How to put it? Objectively, his response meant her act of servicing his lust was quite satisfying.
Stranger still, it filled her with an odd sense of fulfillment rather than discomfort.
She'd always felt revulsion at sexual harassment from men before.
Why didn't Evan make her skin crawl like bugs crawling over her? Was it because he was the closest, most intimate man in her life?
"Hm, ahem......"
She didn't have a clear answer, but it definitely didn't feel bad—that was the point.
Feeling strangely exhilarated, Isabel glanced up at Evan again.
His face, flushed with arousal from her touch.
"......Feels good? Evan."
Maybe that expression pleased her? Her lips twitched as she unwittingly let those words slip.
She regretted it a bit after, but it faded when he nodded.
Right hand stroking the shaft steadily, left thumbing the tip. Isabel gradually picked up the knack.
What touches made a man happy? How to stroke to make his hips shudder.
Every reaction on Evan's face sent a perverse thrill through her.
'So pretty......'
What was this feeling? His helpless, messy face under her hands looked utterly adorable?
After brief reflection, she realized it was a sadistic urge—but she had no intention of stopping.
The chilling shiver running down her spine wasn't bad at all. No, it felt great.
Her actions grew bolder. She teased his lower body without restraint—hot breath and all—not just his member and surroundings, but thighs and buttocks too.
"......You know, Evan."
Her next words dripped with indescribable excitement.
Evan noticed the shift and looked down cautiously, but...
"I thought... you didn't see me as a woman......?"
"......Hngh! Ngh."
Isabel pressed on unfazed, still expertly wringing him with both hands.
She swallowed, cheeks flushing.
"I tried to warn you upfront to avoid any mishaps since we'd be sharing a bed. But you shut it down so firmly, like there was no chance."
"I felt bad for suspecting you needlessly, but at the same time... yeah, maybe it's because my body's so un-feminine."
"So I felt even sorrier... and suggested sharing a bed to get close like old times."
Trailing off, Isabel shifted closer, pressing her upper body against his as she continued the handjob, whispering in his ear.
"I had no idea you'd be suffering this much these past four days. Sorry if my reckless decision tormented your body."
"Ugh, hngh...! Isabel, whispering in my ear like that."
"......Does this feel good?"
"......!?"
Wondering if it might work, Isabel blew softly into Evan's ear.
The reaction was immediate. He stiffened, and below hardened further.
Her eyes widened briefly before curving into a subtle smile.
"It can get even bigger, huh. First time I've known."
Evan fell silent, unable to speak. Isabel picked up on it.
Was he reaching his limit? Time for that male organ to release its seed?
Her eyes crescented alluringly as she smiled dangerously, cheeks rosy.
"You can come whenever you want, Evan. Normally, impure acts like this are forbidden—but..."
Since I caused this, I'll set aside my convictions until you're satisfied.
Adding that, Isabel nibbled his ear, slipping her tongue in.
"......!!?"
She wasn't sure, but his reaction suggested he'd like it.
And her guess hit the mark.
Throb, throb...!
His member pulsed, semen spurting out.
"Ah."
Evan bit his lip and staggered once. Isabel let out a short gasp, watching the white fluid curiously.
Squish, squish.
Of course, she kept pumping steadily until he finished.
Until the creamy liquid covered her clean hands completely.
Isabel... watched Evan's agonized expression endlessly, her face burning red.