Chapter 29
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 29
Thump.
My body fell back, landing me on the bed once more. I closed my eyes and tried to calm my mind. Just then, I felt her stir—the girl who had been sprawled, twitching, near my legs.
“Hnngh…”
She squirmed, pushing herself up before crawling toward me on all fours and burying herself in my arms. Her voice rumbled from where her head was pressed against my chest.
“Y-You worked hard.”
“Not at all.”
A look of satisfaction was plain to see on her face as she leaned her head against my chest and nuzzled me. I answered her in a gentle tone and raised a hand to stroke her hair.
“Hehe…”
“Ha, haha…”
A giddy laugh escaped from somewhere around my chest. I answered with a laugh of my own and closed my eyes.
Her small body, a perfect fit in my arms, continued to squirm atop me. Her faint breaths tickled my chest. Our hearts, pressed together, began to beat in a steady, shared rhythm.
It was a scene that anyone else might mistake for a tender moment between lovers, but as I recalled my circumstances, the situation felt nothing but bleak.
How long do I have to keep this up…?
This was the morning of the fourth day. I felt a sense of dread, wondering what new excuse this woman, who had already crossed every line, would come up with to prey on my body.
As I was thinking this and sighing internally, her voice came from my chest once more.
“M-Mr. Honeybee…”
“Yes?”
I looked down at her. She was gazing up at me with an expression full of anticipation, yet tinged with nervousness.
“W-Was it… good?”
“Ah…”
It seemed her fetish for feedback was acting up again. Her eyes were sparkling as she looked at me. Watching her, I briefly replayed our recent encounter in my head before speaking.
“Of course. It was with you, Eun-ah. How could it not be amazing?”
“Heehee…”
A happy laugh spilled from her lips as I stroked her hair.
It was good. For now, setting aside my feelings and principles, from a purely situational standpoint, it had been a night with a beautiful woman. There was no way it could have been bad.
Besides, what choice did I have, even if I’d hated it? Unless I was planning to bite my tongue off and commit suicide, I had to say it was good. The question came with a predetermined answer.
“Th-Then…!”
“Hm?”
“M-Mr. Honeybee…!”
Just as I was about to close my eyes, thinking it was over, another question made me look at her again. This time, her eyes were filled with even more tension. The way her pupils darted back and forth looked utterly pitiful.
“M-Mr. Honeybee… you…”
“Take your time. I’m not going anywhere.”
“O-Okay… Mr. Honeybee… you…”
I gently prodded her on as she kept repeating “Mr. Honeybee… you…” unable to get the next words out. A moment later, after much hesitation, her lips finally parted.
“W-Was it… your first time?”
“…?”
“You know… d-doing… it…”
“Ah…”
“I-I was your first, right…?”
I didn’t understand her at first and froze for a moment. Only after a short delay did the meaning of her words register, and I let out a silent groan.
Hah…
First came a flicker of bewilderment. That was followed by a wave of embarrassment. And finally, blanketing it all, was a deep sigh of resignation.
For a second, I saw the image of a dorky loser with a bowl cut, asking his girlfriend “Was it good?” after his first time, superimposed over her.
The veins on the back of her hand, which rested on my chest, were bulging. The way she was gulping nervously suggested she was wrought with tension. On top of that, her face was bright red and frozen as she stared at me, as if she were holding her breath.
I looked at her tense face, then forced the trembling corners of my mouth into a smile and answered.
“Of course. It was my first time. You were my first, Eun-ah.”
“R-Really…?”
A cold sweat ran down my back.
Honestly, it wasn’t my first time. I was thirty-one years old; how could a man with all his limbs intact have never even dated?
It had only been once, but I had been in a relationship. We’d dated for quite a long time, almost three years.
And what was there to say? The foul mouth I developed during sex was the work of my ex-girlfriend. She liked it rough, and the words had just stuck after trying to match her preferences.
Although we’d broken up after she found out about my online community activities, we had seen all there was to see of each other. In that department, I was so experienced that it was easier to count the things I hadn’t tried.
I looked at Eun-ah. A hint of suspicion flickered in her narrowed eyes. Their slight glint was menacing. The hand she had placed on my chest was pressing down with increasing force. The pressure on my skin grew stronger.
My instincts screamed at me. Telling the truth would lead to a catastrophe.
The hand that had been stroking her hair moved to her cheek and began to gently caress it.
“You know you’re the only one for me, Eun-ah.”
“R-Really…?”
The suspicion in her eyes didn’t fade. My mind raced, searching for a way to dispel her doubts.
The tips of her nails began to press into my chest. A dull pain started to spread. My thoughts stretched taut as I scrambled for a solution.
Shit…
A solid answer. One she would believe, one that would leave no room for doubt.
I wracked my brain, and finally, a solution came to me.
A ray of light, accompanied by a pang of guilt, flashed through my mind.
A moment’s hesitation. I paused, held back by the guilt at the end of that ray of light, but soon decided that my survival came first and sprang into action.
The hand caressing her cheek dropped. I clenched my fist, then extended my thumb and pinky finger straight out. The hand, now in position, moved toward my face.
My tongue peeked out from between my lips. My thumb touched my tongue, and my pinky touched my forehead.
The Mana Oath of the 21st century.
Sorry, Mom…
I had sworn the mother of all oaths.
After performing the pledge, I looked at her. Her eyes held a faint glimmer of curiosity and confusion.
I looked right at her and, maintaining the pose, opened my mouth.
“Ith twue…”
My tongue was sticking out, mushing my pronunciation.
A moment of silence. A few seconds passed, and then her expression slowly softened, and a laugh escaped her lips.
“Hee… Heeheehee…!”
The woman who had been staring holes through me just moments before suddenly threw her arms around me in a tight hug and began kicking her feet excitedly.
“I-I’m so happy…!”
“Haha… I’m so gwad you’re happy.”
A sense of enervation washed over me. In other words, I was hit by a wave of post-act clarity.
A part of me wondered if I really had to go this far, but then I imagined her nails digging into my chest, and I knew this was the right call. I felt the strength drain from my body.
“Y-You’re the only one for me, too, Mr. Honeybee…” she said, her voice giddy with excitement.
Suddenly, she started to seem pathetic. The powerful impact she’d had on the first day was gone, replaced by a gloomy, pathetic dork.
Seeing her practically bouncing with joy just because I’d said she was my first, I started to think, Maybe she’s actually a total pushover?
No, don’t let your guard down.
I gave my head a little shake to clear the thought. She might look like that, but she was a formidable opponent. One moment of carelessness and I’d be sent straight to hell.
Just as I was steeling myself, my body, relaxed after having overcome one crisis, sounded a belated alarm.
Growl—.
Ah.
Right. Come to think of it, I hadn’t eaten anything since I woke up. Along with the hunger, the thirst I’d felt the moment I opened my eyes returned to wrack my body.
Eun-ah, who was still in my arms, lifted her head. She must have heard the growl, because she tilted her head as she looked up at me.
I smiled at her and opened my mouth to speak.
“Hey, should we go get something to eat? I’m starting to get hungry.”
“Ah, yes…!”
She scrambled off me in a hurry.
“I-I’ll get it ready right away…!”
Her face flushed, Eun-ah got off the bed and rushed out of the room in a fluster.
As I watched her leave, I lowered my gaze. My eyes fell upon the thin piece of rubber that had fought valiantly between us just a short while ago.
Looking at the comrade-in-arms that had saved my life today, I offered a quiet word of thanks in my mind.
Thank you… Captain Condom!
I will not forget your service.
“Ughhh…”
As I sat up, a wave of stiffness washed over me. After being tied up with limited movement for so long, then moving excessively all last night, it was no wonder I was tired.
Soon, I fumbled for my clothes, which were strewn in a corner of the bed, put them on, and left the room.
When I walked into the kitchen, I saw her back as she prepared a meal.
There was something strangely familiar about the sight of her from behind.
There was far too much flesh-colored scenery on display.
A moment later, I realized the source of the déjà vu and let out an internal scream.
Holy fuck.
A naked apron.
The Eun-ah in my sight was wearing nothing but a white apron over her bare body.
Come to think of it, she hadn’t put on any clothes when she left the room.
That… That shameless creature!
So what if we’d slept together? What was this indecent display? I quickly raised a hand to cover my eyes, but the image was already seared into my brain.
Below her straight back, the gentle curve of her buttocks and the crease where they met her thighs continued to assault my mind’s eye.
You sly vixen…!
She couldn’t even wait a moment before trying to bewitch me again. I had to stay sharp.
I fixed my gaze on the floor and walked slowly to the table. I sat down and poured myself a glass of water from the pitcher on the table, trying to calm my insides.
I couldn’t give in. My body may have been violated, but my heart was still steadfast.
A true man of pure love doesn't break this easily.
Clinging to the cold sensation of the water flowing down my throat, I renewed my vow.
I will never yield!
*
After we finished eating and I had showered, I sat down on the sofa, feeling refreshed. The handcuffs were already back on my wrists, which had been free during the night, restricting my movement. The collar around my neck added another layer of restraint.
I felt a weight on my lap and looked down at the top of her head.
You cunning, sly vixen…!
It was one crisis after another. During the meal, she had insisted on sitting next to me instead of across from me, subtly exposing the side of her breast. She had insisted on feeding me each spoonful herself, forcing my gaze to remain fixed on her.
And in the shower? Had she gotten worked up again already? The way she kept trying to peek past the curtain was incredibly threatening. I had managed to fend her off with some quick thinking, but the thought that the day wasn't even half over filled me with despair.
I squeezed my eyes shut. Her advances, which had been indirect until yesterday, had suddenly become brazen and overt today. My confidence in my ability to resist this temptation was slowly fading.
The woman squirming in my lap no longer even considered the option of sitting next to me.
The moment I sat on the sofa, she had lifted my arm, sat herself on my lap, and smiled up at me as if it were the most natural thing in the world. It was as if she’d claimed my lap as her designated seat.
After my hands, waist, and neck, I had now lost the freedom of my thighs.
Oh… Lord…
As I trembled in misery, Eun-ah’s voice came from my lap.
“M-Mr. Honeybeee…”
My head dropped. She was looking up at me, her eyes sparkling.
“Yes?”
“H-Hold me… tight!”
She stretched her arms out wide and wrapped them around my waist. From the context, she wanted me to hug her tighter.
“Haha… Okay.”
My lips twitched. I adjusted her position on my lap and tightened my arms around her, holding her without a single gap between us.
Once she was completely enfolded in my embrace, she finally let out a satisfied laugh.
“Heehee…”
I could feel her slight weight, her soft skin. The scent of her shampoo tickled my nose. Her small, rhythmic breaths brushed against my neck.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
My heart pounded.
A cold sweat ran down my back.
I started to wonder if my body had gone insane.
The warmth radiating from this woman, the same warmth that had felt so creepy on the first day, was starting to feel… just a little bit pleasant.
Fuck…