Translator: RaidenTL

Chapter 85: Katarina [R-18] (3)

"Hold on, I can't process this."

Katarina said, pressing a hand to her forehead after I told her everything.

I understood.

How could anyone easily accept that they were the daughter of a noble, and that their younger siblings were actually half-siblings, born after their mother eloped with the gardener?

It was fine.

We had plenty of time, after all. We were in a guest room of Ronwell's family estate, so we didn't have to worry about prying eyes.

I gently stroked Katarina's back, giving her time.

A short while later, as if she had finally organized her thoughts, Katarina spoke with a sharp gaze.

"I understand everything you've said. That Ronwell is my biological father and that he's been supporting me without my knowledge. But no matter what, that bastard is my parents' enemy."

"Yeah."

"He killed my parents right in front of me. The memory is still vivid. I can never forgive him."

"Yeah."

"I'm going to kill him."

"Then do it."

Katarina's sharp glare softened. She looked at me with a slightly puzzled expression.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Weren't you trying to stop me from killing Ronwell?"

"No? What right do I have to stop you from avenging your parents?"

Katarina narrowed her eyes, her expression uncomprehending.

"Then why did you stop me earlier?"

"Earlier is different from now. Back then, you didn't know Ronwell was your biological father. Now you do."

"...Is that important?"

"It is. If you'd done it without knowing, you might have regretted it immensely later."

"I won't regret it."

"Really? Are you sure you won't regret it one bit? Are you confident you won't have any lingering feelings?"

At my question, her lips pressed tightly together and didn't open again. It seemed even she wasn't confident about that.

I patted her on the shoulder.

"From what I can see, you're confused from trying to take in so much at once. Even as I'm speaking, your mind is full of question marks, isn't it?"

"..."

"That's not a bad thing. But if you act on your emotions without taking enough time to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠think, and if you end up regretting that action, all those question marks you had will turn into exclamation points."

I poked the center of Katarina's chest with my finger.

"And they'll dig into you right here. This is from experience, so take it to heart."

"...Then."

Katarina's expression clouded over.

"Then what should I do now? This has been the only thing driving me forward..."

Her voice turned gloomy.

I placed my hand on the back of hers and said seriously.

"Let's put it off for later!"

"...Huh?"

Katarina's eyes widened.

"There's no need to decide right now, is there? Let's travel together and think about it slowly. You know what? There are a ton of amazing places in the world. For example, let's see... the World Tree worshipped by the shut-in elves who never leave the forest... or a dragon's lair where they've collected all sorts of things..."

I was just saying whatever came to mind, but Katarina's expression was somewhat blank as she listened.

It's a little sad when you're talking so earnestly and get a reaction like that.

"Do you... not want to travel with me?"

"Wh-? Huh? No, no. It's not that..."

Katarina hastily shook her head. Then, in a small voice, she said.

"...If what you're saying is true, then Ronwell... that bastard was going to let me kill him out of his own guilt, right?"

"That's right."

"But what if he changes his mind later...? What if, when I finally decide to kill him, he resists and says he doesn't want to die...?"

"That won't happen."

I let out a small laugh.

He was a man who not only gave all sorts of help just because she was his flesh and blood, but was even willing to give up his life.

Would a man like that really change his mind after just a few years?

But Katarina still seemed anxious.

"It won't happen, but if it does, I'll take responsibility and help you kill him. I told you, didn't I? I'm always on your side."

"Really...?"

"Hm?"

"Really... you'll really do that for me? You'll stay on my side?"

Katarina's eyes, a mixture of hope and anxiety, wavered.

I pulled her into my arms.

"Yeah. Really."

"Ngh..."

Her body, leaning against my chest, trembled slightly.

She was probably trying to stifle it, but I could hear the sound of her sobbing.

A bitter smile formed on my lips.

Ronwell had said it.

That Katarina hadn't let go of her sword, even as she trembled.

That she had stared him down until the very end, even as she was afraid.

Because of that, he thought she had an incredibly strong will.

But the thing is...

She didn't let go of the sword, but her hand trembled.

She stared him down, but she was afraid.

Katarina had always put on a strong front, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠but it was a facade built from various obligations. The real her was just an ordinary, soft-hearted person.

A precarious person with no pillar to lean on.

I gently stroked her hair.

Some time passed like that, and her sobs gradually subsided. At some point, she had wrapped her arms tightly around me.

"Are you done crying?"

"No, I'm not done yet."

"Looks like you're done to me."

"I said I'm not done."

Katarina lifted her head, pouting as she looked up at me. The sight was so cute I was about to smile, but her face suddenly drew close.

Chu.

A cute kiss, our lips just touching before pulling away.

"Thank you. And... I like you."

As if even that was embarrassing, Katarina smiled shyly as she spoke.

I gave her a deep kiss.

"Mmph?! Mmph... slurp... schlick... Nngh..."

Startled at first, she soon adapted and began to respond. Her expression melted into a languid haze.

I reached for her chest.

Pulling down her chest guard, I gently caressed her perky breasts.

In response, her hand shot into my pants. Her hand grasped my ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠half-erect cock and stroked it up and down.

I took off her skirt, and she took off my pants.

Our underwear, too, of course.

Katarina placed my erect cock on top of her vulva.

Squish. Squish. Squish.

Her wet cunt and my cock rubbed together, making obscene sounds.

Our ragged breaths filled the room.

When the mood was at its peak, I looked at her face and said.

"Katarina."

"Ngh... Yes... Hah... Whaat...?"

"Can I fuck you?"

For a moment, she tilted her head as if she didn't understand what I'd said.

Then her face flushed bright red.

"Wh-what are you saying?!"

"Can I fuck you?"

"F-fuck me...? There are nicer ways to say that..."

I lowered my head and licked her breast like a puppy. As she flinched, I looked up at her with pleading eyes and asked again.

"No?"

"Ngh..."

Katarina's eyes trembled.

I continued to kiss her breast, and soon, in a voice as faint as a dying mosquito, she said.

"...You can."

"Hm?"

"...I said you can."

"I can what?"

Katarina glared at me.

As if to say, Do you really have to make me say it? But right now, I was just an innocent boy. Faced with my innocent expression, Katarina seemed to resign herself and stopped glaring.

She looked away, her expression full of embarrassment.

"Y-you can... fuck me..."

I grinned and kissed her on the forehead.

"Thank you."

"What's the point now..." Katarina grumbled, as if pouting.

I brought my cock to her entrance. I pushed in slowly, stopping when I felt a slight resistance.

"Katarina."

"Ugh... What...?"

"I love you."

"Huh?! Y-yes... I, I love you too—"

While she was flustered by my sudden confession of love, I thrust my cock in.

"—aaaaack?!"

Katarina let out a strange scream and threw her head back. Not just her head, but her waist arched up as well.

Her body and breasts trembled violently.

Slowly, she returned to her original position.

Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.

"Did it hurt a lot?"

"It felt like I was stabbed with a knife..."

"Sorry, I thought it would hurt less if I distracted you and put it in all at once. Guess not."

I stroked Katarina's cheek, waiting for her to adjust. It didn't take long. Thanks to the power of the Giant Root Herb, my cock had changed to a size and shape she could handle.

"I'm going to move."

"...Okay."

Katarina started to say something but stopped, squeezing her eyes shut. She was probably about to ask me not to move. But she must have realized that wouldn't change anything.

I moved my hips slowly, very slowly.

The head of my cock gently scraped against her vaginal walls.

"Hah..."

Her voice was slightly breathless.

It seemed pleasure was now outweighing the pain.

Still, I didn't increase the speed of my thrusts. This was her first time, after all.

If we had rough sex from the start, she might grow to fear it later.

"Cloud..."

Her voice, melted and sweet, called my name.

In response, I held her and kissed her. Our tongues tangled as I continued to thrust.

As the urge to cum slowly built, I felt her legs begin to tremble.

It seemed she was about to reach her climax.

Timing it with her climax, I pushed my cock in as deep as it would go and came.

Gush. Thick semen poured into her depths, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and we savored the afterglow in each other's arms.

But that was only for a moment.

"What are you doing, coming inside me?! What if I get pregnant!"

Snapping out of her lust, Katarina's face went pale as she slapped my back.

"Was it one of your unsafe days?"

"Huh? Oh... well, no, but... you can still get pregnant even if it's not!"

"That's true."

She frowned.

"How can you be so calm? Ugh...!"

Angry now, Katarina started hitting me with a pillow. I felt it was unfair. Isn't a calm attitude much better than showing panic?

"What's there to not be calm about? If you get pregnant, I'll take responsibility. That's all."

"Responsibility...!"

Her cheeks flushed slightly.

"Y-yes. You have to take responsibility. Of course you do."

Of course he has to, Katarina muttered to herself and nodded.

Then, she gently placed a hand on her chest and said.

"Want to go again...?"

After that, I came outside every time.

Katarina got pouty all by herself, ignored me, and lay down with her back turned.