Chapter 22
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 22
Chapter Title: Training (2)
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Aren immediately noticed that the space between Veronica's thighs was strangely damp.
'This is...'
He knew exactly what that meant.
He'd had plenty of experience with women back in his previous life on Earth, and he clearly remembered how his master would tense her thighs every time he gave her a "massage" that was really just caressing her before descending the mountain...
'She's wet.'
Veronica was clearly aroused right now.
"Hng... haah..."
Aren looked down at Veronica in his arms and gently stroked the upper part of her buttocks.
Twitch!
Twitch!
"Eut...!"
"......"
Honestly, at this point, the mana circuit expansion was already complete.
'...Guess I should stop here.'
Truth be told, he didn't want to. He wanted to indulge in her body a bit more, and the sight of her trembling and letting out those moans was turning him on.
He even thought that if he pushed a little more pleasure into her, he might be able to take her to the bedroom.
But... that wouldn't win her heart.
What he wanted wasn't a sex slave, but a true partner who would be fully with him.
To put it bluntly, lust could be satisfied with any random woman off the street. The whole reason he'd come to the Academy was to find a proper lady.
He wouldn't forget his goal.
'...I've got plenty of time anyway.'
Plenty of time, and plenty of opportunities.
Which meant plenty of chances for skinship with Veronica, and to grow emotionally closer.
'Of course, she might be awkward around me for a while after today...'
Put another way, didn't that mean he'd made her aware of the pleasure a man named Aren could give her?
She might snap at him now, but in the long run, it could be a good thing.
Every time their eyes met, she'd remember today, and her body would naturally react.
The body leads the heart closer. Of course, that assumed he could control her emotions well—
'I'm confident I can.'
So, he decided to end it here for today.
He'd have more skinship while opening her mana circuits for a while anyway, and after that, he could teach her all sorts of things.
Aren smiled brightly and called out to Veronica.
"Veronica."
"...Haa... haa... hng..."
"Veronica."
Veronica looked up at him with dazed eyes at his call.
"......"
She looked utterly defenseless, her face completely relaxed.
Her eyes were half-lidded from the pleasure she'd just felt, a few strands of fine hair stuck to her mouth as she panted hot breaths.
'...She's pretty.'
He wanted to defile her.
He wanted to dye this pure woman, who had never been touched by another man, with his own color.
He released his hand clasp and stroked her cheek.
"Veronica."
".........Ah."
By then, Veronica had come back to her senses and blankly opened her mouth at the feel of his hand on her cheek.
...And at the sensation of the hard, hot pillar pressing against her lower abdomen.
"...Ah...?"
"What's wrong?"
"...Y-You..."
She felt Aren’s hands wrapped around her waist.
She felt his firm, muscled chest pressed against her breasts.
Her senses, expanded far beyond before, took in every detail with hypersensitivity.
And.
"...Get away from me."
She fled.
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.
.
.
.
Back in her dorm room before she knew it, Veronica stripped off her clothes and stepped into the shower.
She let the warm water hit her body as she stared into the mirror.
"......"
Her reflection showed her body.
Her pink nipples, which no one had ever seen, stood stiff. And between her thighs, slick with sticky love juices.
...All because of Aren.
"......Haa..."
...Today, she'd basically given her body to a man of the type she despised most.
She'd let herself melt into his arms, allowing him to stroke her lower abdomen, waist, spine, and buttocks.
Of course, she hadn't had the presence of mind to refuse at the time, but the fact remained that she hadn't refused.
So as soon as she snapped out of it, she'd escaped his arms and fled back to her dorm.
'...Vulgar.'
A woman moaning vulgarly in a strange man's arms.
'...I hate it.'
...That was her right now.
She hated Aren.
She hated how he toyed with her, proposed out of nowhere, tried to get close on his own terms, and showed interest in other women despite all that.
None of it sat right with her.
But... she didn't hate him either.
...Strangely enough.
"...Why."
...Why didn't she hate him?
"...Because he's handsome?"
...She hated to admit it, but he was handsome. His sharp features hit a tiny corner of her tastes perfectly.
But it couldn't just be his looks—Aren was too frivolous for that.
...Just like her father, the Adel Adler Duke.
"........."
She circulated her mana.
Thanks to her vastly larger and purer mana circuits, her mana control was far more efficient than before.
If she sparred her past self right now, the current Veronica would win without question.
...The power of the mana circuits Aren had opened was that incredible.
If... he opened mana circuits all over her body like this, she couldn't even imagine how strong she'd become.
'......'
Still pondering why she didn't hate him, she circulated her mana when suddenly her lower abdomen throbbed.
"...Eut..."
Her body heated up.
As if Aren were touching her even now.
Even though she was alone in this bathroom.
She recalled his hands toying with her body. And... his fully erect pillar jabbing at her lower abdomen.
"......It was huge."
Thinking of it made a trickle of love juice run down her thigh.
In the end, feeling self-loathing, she slipped her hand between her thighs.
After that, wet squelching sounds and faint moans leaked from the running shower.
...
Squelch...
"Hngut..."
Squelch...
"Eup... hngut..."
Squelch...
The next day.
Aren ran into Veronica in the major lecture hall.
"......Eut."
She let out a strange moan the moment their eyes met, but quickly schooled her face into cold indifference and turned away.
Then she went inside and took a seat.
In the back corner where she'd sat with Lydia and Aren last time.
'Hmm...?'
She seemed fine?
Her condition looked better than expected.
After what happened(?) yesterday, he'd thought she'd blush or look at him with contempt today. Especially since she'd even run away.
But she seemed totally unfazed, beyond his expectations.
'In situations like this, there are two possibilities.'
Either she truly didn't care (which would mean she was at least familiar with such situations), or she was embarrassed and hated it but wearing a solid mask.
Aren's intuition pointed squarely to the latter.
And indeed, she was wearing a mask.
Seeing his face since morning had sent strange sensations surging from her lower abdomen.
Moreover... after using him as "side dish" during her self-comfort time in the bathroom yesterday, facing him was even harder.
...
"Aren! I've been waiting for you?"
"Not really waiting. Shall we sit next to Veronica again today?"
"Yes!"
Lydia smiled brightly as always.
Seeing her grin so happily brought a sense of peace to his heart, healing all his past wounds.
Was Lydia actually saint material?
As he sat next to Veronica with Lydia, still lost in such idle thoughts, Veronica flinched.
Lydia noticed and asked worriedly,
"Veronica, are you okay? Your face looks a bit flushed..."
"...I'm fine. Just a bit hot."
"Really? It's still spring, but maybe the lecture hall is warm..."
Veronica broke out in cold sweat at Lydia's mutter.
But her real problem wasn't Lydia. It was Aren, sitting right next to her.
Feeling his gaze brought back yesterday, making her lower abdomen throb.
"......"
Confirming her face subtly reddening, he chuckled softly.
Then, out of Lydia's sight, he tapped Veronica's back.
Twitch!
"......!"
"...Shh."
He made a hush gesture to Veronica, who whipped around in surprise.
She might get caught otherwise.
It wouldn't really cause problems if others found out... but it could get annoying, so better to be careful.
"......"
Veronica shot him cold, pleading eyes begging him to stop... but unfortunately, Aren didn't.
After tapping her back to remind her of yesterday, he now started brushing her thigh too.
Not kneading it or anything—just lightly trailing his fingertips—but it was still huge stimulation for Veronica.
"Eut... hng."
"Something wrong...?"
"...N-No, nothing. Don't worry about it."
Veronica was desperate.
She wished desperately that no one paid attention to her.
Aren's playful teasing only stopped when Professor Sierra entered and made an announcement about midterms.