Marianne's Shocking Confession Amidst the Aftermath
“Evelyn! What in the world is going on here?!”
Marianne Nahoja rushed forward, her eyes wide at the utterly disheveled state of the Royal Guard Captain. She grabbed Evelyn by the shoulders and shook her vigorously.
“Evelyn! Evelyn! Come to your senses!”
Shake! Shake! Shake!
Evelyn, still half-lost in the afterglow of an intense orgasm, slowly regained her focus.
“You’re awake. I came because it looked like an intruder had broken in. Was this the intruder’s doing, Evelyn?”
Marianne’s gaze swept over the open window, the wrecked bed, and Evelyn’s thoroughly ravished appearance. She immediately assumed a skilled assassin had slipped in and assaulted the S-rank captain.
“Ah… well, um… that is…”
Evelyn’s eyes darted around the room, clearly searching for any sign of Geum Taeyang.
“There was no intruder, Geomhu,” she finally said in a small, honest-sounding voice.
“No intruder? But the state of this room—”
“I understand your confusion, Geomhu. The room is a complete mess… and I was making rather embarrassing sounds just moments ago.”
Evelyn nodded calmly, then delivered her lie with perfect composure.
“I was… pleasuring myself.”
She claimed she had been indulging in an unusually intense session of self-pleasure on this winter night.
“M-masturbating? You, Captain Evelyn?”
Marianne could hardly believe it. She knew Evelyn Nefertari well—upright, disciplined, and utterly self-controlled. The idea that this woman had turned her bed into such a chaotic scene through masturbation alone was shocking.
“Huuu…!”
Suddenly, Evelyn burst into tears.
“Captain! Why are you crying?!”
Even the normally cool-headed swordswoman was at a loss.
“Ever since I turned twenty-eight… this body could no longer suppress its craving for a man,” Evelyn said, delivering a flawless performance. She painted herself as a pent-up spinster whose long-repressed desires had finally exploded.
“Ah…”
Marianne let out a deep, sympathetic sigh. At twenty-eight, Evelyn was indeed considered a late bloomer on the continent. The Geomhu could relate all too well.
“And then the Sword Dance Festival began. So many virile warriors gathered, and by His Majesty’s order I had to oversee them closely… I couldn’t control myself anymore. The lust just kept surging.”
Evelyn’s acting grew even more convincing. Even the invisible Geum Taeyang was impressed.
‘Whoa, Evelyn has this kind of acting talent? She’s really come into her own after losing her virginity!’
Yet her performance didn’t feel exaggerated. The wrecked bed spoke for itself—only a genuine, fiery outburst of desire could have created such chaos.
‘It’s not difficult at all. I simply recalled how I felt when I first touched myself after tasting Master’s cock. The bed really did become a mess every time I did it back then.’
Evelyn wasn’t lying out of malice; she was simply drawing from real memory.
“I see…” Marianne murmured, her voice filled with genuine understanding. “I understand completely.”
“You… do?”
Evelyn blinked, surprised by how deeply the Geomhu empathized.
“Of course. I once told you that my training with the Snow Flower Sword kept my desires in check. Even after reaching marriageable age, I rarely felt strong urges.”
Marianne had explained the technique to the Emperor (omitting the Yin-Yang circulation part), and Evelyn had heard it too.
“But lately… even I have started to feel a certain craving for men.”
“You, Geomhu? Craving men?”
Evelyn’s eyes widened.
“Yes. Not for any specific man, but… my body has learned pleasure. So, like you, I’ve been… touching myself occasionally for the past few months.”
Marianne Nahoja, twenty-nine years old, admitted she had begun exploring her own body after awakening to feminine pleasure.
“I-is that so?!”
Evelyn was stunned by the candid confession.
‘Kukuk. Looks like the orgasm circuit I carved into her body has taken deep root.’
Geum Taeyang wasn’t surprised. He had expected this. The Yin-Yang circulation session had left Marianne’s body unconsciously craving that pleasure.
“I’m at that age too, Evelyn. So there’s no need for you to feel ashamed.”
“Ah… Your words comfort me greatly, Geomhu. I was worried I was the only one…”
“We’re only human. When we reach a certain age, we naturally long for men. Hohoho!”
Marianne gently patted Evelyn’s shoulder, offering comfort born from shared experience. Evelyn, moved despite her earlier lie, leaned into the Geomhu’s embrace.
“Then I’ll take my leave, Evelyn.”
“I’m sorry for worrying you.”
“Think nothing of it.”
Marianne stood up. The sight of her in pajamas stirred vivid memories in the invisible Geum Taeyang.
‘Damn… that ass in those pajamas. So plump and pale. It’s practically begging to be grabbed.’
Squeeze… Squeeze… Squeeze…
While still seated on the bed, the fabric clung to Marianne’s rear, accentuating its fullness. Geum Taeyang couldn’t help but stroke himself crudely at the sight.
After Marianne left and closed the door, her expression changed.
‘Strange…’
Her eyes narrowed.
‘That peculiar energy I felt after the Yin-Yang circulation that day… I can sense it in Evelyn’s bedroom.’
The Silence Bio-Rhythm of Geum Taeyang’s Life Water Cloak hadn’t been able to completely mask the scent of his semen and bodily fluids still inside Evelyn. Marianne had detected it.
‘How should I interpret this…?’
Her mind was filled with complicated thoughts.
“Today, the two warriors who will fight for the Ulysses Trophy in the final duel will be decided.”
Two days passed. The semi-finals of the Major Sword Dance Festival had arrived. Two matches would be held throughout the day.
The weight of the semi-finals was immense, and Emperor Antoinette Darmina of the Darmina Empire stepped forward to heighten the atmosphere.
“The winner will not only receive the Ulysses Trophy but will also be recognized as a hero endorsed by our empire and receive the people’s praise.”
Why did so many warriors participate in the Ulysses Sword Dance Festival? Even reaching this stage meant they could secure high positions in the imperial army. Yet the champion received something greater—the title of Imperial Hero. In the martial Darmina Empire, the winner was treated as a national hero, gaining recognition across the continent.
“It’s time for that to appear. Keep your eyes wide open, my slave Bianca.”
Smack!
“Y-yes, Master!”
The empire’s sacred relic, remembered across the continent, was about to be revealed. Geum Taeyang explained it to his beloved youngest slave, Bianca, then smacked her rear to focus her attention as Emperor Antoinette finished her speech.
“The Sword of Victory, Helios Kaiser, will prove it.”
—Fsssssssssssh!!!!
A radiant golden weapon inventory barrier formed before the Emperor.
“Ooooooh!”
“The Golden Weapon Barrier!”
The crowd erupted at the sight. Golden light signified a legendary treasure.
Helios Kaiser was the divine sword bestowed upon the Great Emperor Ulysses Darmina by the gods themselves—the blade that had toppled Kushan.
Flash—!!!!
After the barrier formed, an immense golden radiance burst forth from its center.
“It’s Helios Kaiser! Helios Kaiser is appearing!”
“Ooooooh! The empire’s guardian deity! The avatar of the Great Emperor Ulysses—Helios Kaiser!”
As the light subsided, a majestic and ornate sword worthy of its name rose from the center, hilt first.
“Wow… It’s such an incredible sword, Master…! It’s like the sun itself is rising here…!”
“Impressive, right? Just as you feel, Bianca—it’s a truly magnificent blade.”
Bianca, who had already seen the legendary Life Tree Staff, clasped her hands together in awe.
‘It’s the highest tier among legendary treasures. In this world, before Arthur draws Excalibur, this is the greatest artifact.’
Even among legendary treasures, there were tiers. Helios Kaiser was officially the highest-tier one currently known.
“The semi-finals of the Ulysses Sword Dance Festival—”
—Chuaaang!!
Emperor Antoinette grasped the hilt of Helios Kaiser and drew it forth.
“—begin under the radiance of Helios Kaiser!”
Flash—!!!!
Holding the sword high just as Ulysses once had when he felled Kushan, she declared the start of the third Ulysses Sword Dance Festival semi-finals.