Chapter 56
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 56
Chapter Title: Duchy Territory (6)
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Isabel didn't deny the Sun Church's culture, but she didn't exactly embrace it either.
She had no intention of criticizing the way they elevated their sacred power, but she didn't go along with it.
That was the stance of Special Inquisitor Isabel.
Some dismissed that attitude as a product of her talent, which offered little benefit from mingling with men's bodies to grow her sacred traits.
But more fundamentally, it was because the family she belonged to wasn't a sacred lineage.
The Sedent family was a prestigious house in the Cabensier Empire. Yet the long history they'd built was one of martial prowess, not holiness.
The second daughter of that family had simply been blessed with exceptional talent, which led her to connect with the Sun Church.
And naturally, it was hard for someone from a family outside the mountains to easily adapt to their culture.
Countless young scions from sacred families had approached her naively in her teens, only to get smacked with her crescent blade for suggesting they share a bed.
These days, no man dared propose sex to Isabel Sedent, entranced by her beauty.
But in truth, Isabel had no particular aversion to sexual acts themselves.
She was human, after all—a woman with desires, who liked men normally and harbored fantasies about her wedding night.
She just rejected men who approached her intending to claim her body and its traits. If she ever married, she fully intended to offer her chastity to her husband with joy.
...She'd simply remained single at twenty-seven because no peer caught her eye.
In any case, the clear fact was that Isabel was a woman with needs.
Though they weren't intense enough for more than one or two masturbation sessions a month.
The key point was that she had no physical defects like frigidity or numbness.
"Feels good when I do it with my hand, doesn't it, Evan?"
"...I-Isabel?"
In this context, after she'd raised him like a son, helping him relieve himself once by chance had led to Isabel blushing with a chilling expression as something awakened in her.
"...Ahaha..."
It wasn't so unbelievable. After all, wasn't one of the world's most dangerous things a thief who learned late?
Isabel gazed warmly at Evan as he caught his breath after climaxing.
With a smile tinged with seductive allure.
"Whew."
Gulp, gulp! As the urge to ejaculate surged again, I squeezed my eyes shut and tensed my abs.
The tingling stimulation was so intense I might stagger and collapse if I didn't brace consciously.
"Coming again, Evan. Feels good, right?"
"Ngh, hah..."
I gritted my teeth to stifle my moans amid the ecstatic pleasure laced with pain.
This was already the third time, and the stamina drain was no small burden.
"Shall we keep going together...?"
"...Hup?!"
Isabel showed no sign of letting me off easy. Her bathrobe was already half-off, as if to aid my recovery down there.
Beyond the robe slipping along her shoulders gleamed pure white skin, and the golden strands cascading over her collarbone and upper breasts were utterly tantalizing.
A few locks flowing into the cleavage of her modestly prominent hills.
It was a sight that intensified the imagination by seeming intentionally half-revealed.
I panted raggedly but couldn't tear my eyes away. And Isabel must have noticed my gaze.
"Want to see inside?"
She glanced lightly at me with a flirtatious smile. It felt like she'd toyed with me from start to finish, but I couldn't help nodding.
Satisfied, she giggled, then gripped my member again.
"Hmm... How should I do it?"
"...Ngh."
"Asking to see a woman's bare body so easily is a bit cheeky."
She teasingly tugged at her robe, teasing my vision with glimpses.
But only briefly. Soon, she blushed faintly and murmured.
"As I said, it's my fault for arousing you, Evan. Today, I should take responsibility."
"...!"
And then—revealed. She boldly untied the top of her robe and let it fall.
Though the waist knot kept her lower half covered, that wasn't a flaw.
If anything, the subtle imbalance between upper and lower fueled male desire. In crude terms, the aesthetic of concealment?
Gulp!
I swallowed dryly, fixing my eyes on her upper body. My heart pounded wildly, blood rushing south to heat me fiercely.
Sensing it, Isabel shyly chewed her lip as she held my cock.
"...Y-Your stare is so blatant. Even if it's you, staring so openly is embarrassing, Evan."
She said something, but it barely registered. I was too busy etching her bare form into my brain.
Snow-white skin matching her radiant blonde hair, her petite breasts she saw as a complex, topped with stiff nipples.
Below, a slender figure so lean it raised health concerns, with a straight navel.
Isabel, who always bundled up tightly, exposing herself like this before me.
The intense taboo thrill scrambled my mind. I bit my lip lightly and looked up at her pleadingly.
She flinched in surprise.
"W-Why are you looking at me like that...?"
She asked, and I countered.
"...Isabel."
"Y-Yes?"
"Just one question."
My voice dropped seriously. Reading the mood, she straightened awkwardly and nodded...
"...Hoo."
I let out a low sigh and threw a fastball.
"How far can we go today?"
"...Huh?"
Her sadistic demeanor crumbled instantly. She clearly grasped my meaning.
Her face turned beet red, but I stayed dead serious.
How far could I go with Isabel Sedent today?
This was a crucial matter.
Sure, the forced bed-sharing over days had overwhelmed my desires, leading me to fantasize about her while masturbating.
And getting caught had led to this handjob from "Mom" Isabel!
'So how far will you go, Mom?'
Since she'd reacted in this unexpected way, how could I not raise my expectations?
Of course, now that it had come to this, I figured going all the way wasn't bad.
I'd already resolved to seriously aim for the saint spot after things with Eliya, so what was one more to the roster?
I gazed at her with burning enthusiasm, and she rolled her eyes.
"Ahem, um... How far? I don't know what you mean."
"Don't play coy. We've come this far—naturally, the next step is on the table."
"...Well, yes, but taking responsibility for tiring you out doesn't include the next stage, or something like that. Yeah."
"Isabel."
"E-Even with those pitiful puppy eyes, no means no. Besides, do people really ask that outright?"
She widened her eyes, but I wouldn't back down.
I lowered my voice accusingly.
"So, do you really think one handjob covers the responsibility for getting me like this?"
"Y-Yes?"
She whipped around in shock, eyes saying what do you mean?
"W-We already did several rounds. I'm still stroking you now...?"
"Hey, it's not about the number."
"...You're the one who brought it up."
She puffed her cheeks cutely, out of place in the moment. I paused briefly but cleared my throat and pressed on.
"Ahem. Anyway... We've gone this far, but ending with just hands feels a bit cruel, don't you think?"
"...Mm, hmm."
That hit home. She hummed reluctantly, glancing between my face and my cock.
Her own body heating up, she swallowed dryly with a gulp.
"B-But we're not even lovers, so doing that is a bit..."
"Haven't we already crossed that line a little? Isabel."
"..."
I shut down her last resistance cleanly. Soon, she couldn't retort, her neck flushing red.
It hadn't been that vivid even when she'd been stroking me moments ago.
I was deeply intrigued by the act she'd just imagined.
"Isabel."
"...Eep."
I called her name softly, and she shrugged, blushing.
Her already stiff pink nipples hardened further—no need to mention it, but my eyes were drawn anyway.
Silence settled between us briefly.
She kept kneading my cock with one hand, while I admired her slender form.
"...Ngh."
Soon, she spoke.
Her sunset eyes, misty with heat, flicked to me.
"Then... I have a condition, Evan."
"..."
The opener was ambiguous.
But it meant acceptance.
'Love you, Mom.'
I clenched my fist in silent triumph, while Isabel yelled, face red, 'I haven't said anything yet?!'