Chapter 12: Enjoy Your Meal, Young Master (1)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 12: Enjoy Your Meal, Young Master (1)
The day of the blind date I never wanted drew to a close, and the sunlight of a new day woke me.
Today was finally the second day of Helena’s vacation.
In other words, it was the day I promised to treat her sprained ankle.
"Hmm-hmm~"
As I hummed and started a vigorous, powerful morning, the maid who brought the water and towel for my face offered a smile.
"You seem to be in a good mood, Young Master."
"Yeah. I finally get to do something I’ve been looking forward to."
"Oh my, my sincere congratulations."
The maid set the silver basin down in front of me, pointedly revealing her cleavage.
It was a calculated strike aimed at my age—twenty, a time when blood boils and curiosity about the opposite sex burns bright.
No doubt she was hoping to end up under me, moaning her way to a better life.
Well… it’s not like I couldn’t play along, but…
Sorry, but you’re not my type.
Those breasts she’s desperately pushing together are too small, her hips are unimpressive, and her face is… well, passable. I appreciate the effort, though.
Unfortunately, women in their early twenties just don't do it for me.
"Phew… thanks. Good work. You can go now."
I simply washed up and handed the towel back to her.
I didn't have a single second to waste.
"Yes, Young Master. I hope the matter you're looking forward to goes well."
"Hahaha, thanks."
The maid left my room without any lingering attachment.
To her, it was likely a 'if it happens, great; if not, whatever' kind of thing anyway.
Regardless, I intended to head straight to the annex where Helena lived, but…
—Knock, knock.
"Ugh, who is it now?"
"It’s your brother."
"What now? This early in the morning?"
"Just wondering how the blind date went."
Seeing him snickering and chuckling, it seemed Luan had a rough idea of how things turned out.
Hmm… then shall I play along with his expectations?
"I did my best, but unfortunately, she left early. Sigh~"
"Your acting is terrible, my dear brother. You only like women like Helena."
Wait. How does this ba—no, how does my brother know that?
"You have a look on your face asking how I know. Hey, I’m still your brother. I’ve lived with you my whole life; of course I know what kind of women you’re into."
"…You’re just making things up."
"Making things up?"
Do you take me for some kind of chump? You’ve probably been looking at Helena with lewd eyes since you were five years old. Blah, blah, blah…
Luan was rattling off lines that sounded like they came straight out of a movie.
Unfortunately, I couldn't exactly tell my brother to back off or die trying…
"…So, what are you planning? Are you going to tell Father or Mother?"
"Am I crazy? I have no idea what you’d do then. The person I fear most in this world isn't our parents, it’s you."
"Then what are you going to do?"
"What do you mean? As your brother, I have to support my only sibling. You might not think much of it, but… thanks to you, I learned how to fight. How to stand up to Father."
"Ha, Father would be heartbroken to hear that."
"If he were the type to be heartbroken, I wouldn't have thought about fighting him in the first place. Anyway, to be honest, you opened my eyes. So if you need anything, just say the word. Someone has to understand my brother’s unfortunate taste, right?"
Unfortunate taste, my foot… but I was grateful nonetheless.
To be honest… I felt like I wasn't alone in this world anymore.
I had thought there was no one who would understand and support me without conditions or strings attached.
However.
"…It’s not an unfortunate taste, okay?"
"Hahaha, sure. Let’s go with that. Well, to be fair, even I can see Helena is beautiful. Her body is just… wow…"
"Just in case, don't you dare touch her. She’s mine."
"When have I ever touched your stuff? Nothing to worry about. Besides, she’s a guest of the Sword Saint family; I’m not crazy enough to try and bed her. She’s not the type to submit to that anyway."
"My, look at you, all grown up. Young Master Luan, I’m so moved I could cry…"
"Anyway, good luck. I’m off."
"Yeah, take care. And… thanks."
"Ack. Don't do that, it’s creepy."
As if to prove his word about helping, my brother pressed a small note into my hand.
'Mother is planning to visit the main house for a bit, and I’ll take Father out with me. Don't worry about a thing and have a good time…' it said. Hahaha…
When the table is set this perfectly, it would be rude not to eat.
I burned the note Luan gave me with the candle I’d left burning overnight.
Now, no one can stop me.
"Well then, shall I head to the annex where Helena is waiting?"
After grabbing some flowers as an excuse for a visit, I finally made my way toward Helena.
*
Helena was staring at the window where the morning sun was streaming in, her eyes hollow.
In the end, she hadn't slept a wink.
Once unleashed, her lust and thirst wouldn't subside, no matter how much she tried to soothe or comfort herself.
On the contrary, the more she tried, the more agonizingly she burned.
"What am I even doing…"
To harbor such filthy feelings for the disciple she had taught for over ten years.
To spend the whole night calling out her disciple's name while poking and rubbing between her legs.
What a vulgar, disgusting woman she was.
Even now, the sensation of the damp sheets was pushing Helena further into the abyss.
—Knock, knock.
At the sudden sound of a knock, Helena’s head snapped around like lightning.
Who could it be? She was supposed to be on vacation.
There shouldn't be anyone coming to see her.
Despite those thoughts, Helena approached the door.
"Who… is it?"
"It’s me, Teacher."
At that voice, Helena’s crumbling heart was torn to shreds.
He was the man she had longed for so desperately.
Yet, Helena couldn't bring herself to face Leon as she usually did.
"Young Master…"
"Is something wrong? Your voice doesn't sound good."
Leon’s voice through the door was as warm and clear as the morning sun.
In contrast, how did she look in the mirror?
Her hair was a mess.
Her vulgar-sized breasts were visible through her sweat-soaked underwear, and her dark pubic hair peeked through her crotch.
Helena couldn't possibly face Leon in such a ruined state.
Even if she looked like her usual self, she couldn't bring herself to stand before him.
"Young Master, I’m sorry, but… could you please come back another time? I’m asking you."
"…Teacher."
What kind of expression was Leon wearing on the other side of the door?
She hoped he wasn't disappointed, that his heart wasn't aching.
Helena, who had leaned against the door without realizing it, was praying for that…
But Leon was smiling.
Haha, what on earth did you do last night? Did you masturbate while thinking of me?
Otherwise, it made no sense for her to go back on her promise from yesterday—the promise to help with anything and lend even a little strength.
If it were anyone else, maybe, but this was Helena.
She was the person he had crossed swords with and looked at every single day.
With the confidence built from their time together, Leon called out to Helena through the door once more.
"Teacher."
"Young Master, please…"
"…Yes, if that’s what you want, I won't ask anymore. I’m sorry for burdening you. But… just a little, really just a little… no, never mind…"
Leon’s fading voice gripped Helena’s heart instantly.
The sound of his retreating footsteps pushed her toward the edge.
Before she knew it, Helena had thrown the door open and was shouting urgently.
"Yo-Young Master!"
"…Yes, Teacher."
The moment she saw Leon looking back with slumped shoulders, clutching a bouquet of flowers, tears welled up in Helena’s eyes.
Finally, with a voice thick with emotion, Helena struggled to speak.
"…I’m sorry, Young Master. It’s a humble place, but… would you please come in?"
"I’m really okay, Teacher."
"No, I made a promise to you. That I would help you with anything and lend you my strength. I will keep that promise. Please… let me keep that promise, Young Master."
Leon stared at Helena silently for a moment.
Just as her pitifully hunched shoulders straightened and a smile bloomed on her shadowed face.
Leon finally took a step toward Helena.
"Yes. Thank you, Teacher."
"Not at all. I’m just sorry to host you in such a humble place."
"Hahaha, don't say that. I’m truly happy."
Leon, who had closed the distance to Helena, held out the bouquet he had prepared.
"This is…?"
"It’s a gift. Um… I wondered if something else would be better, but seeing those navy flowers reminded me of you… Is it uncomfortable?"
"Uncomfortable? Not at all. I was just surprised because I didn't expect it… but more than that, I feel grateful and happy."
"Haha, I’m glad to hear that. Shall we head inside then?"
"Yes, Young Master."
Helena, who went inside cradling the bouquet dearly, had no idea.
She didn't know that Leon, following behind her, was licking his lips while watching her faintly visible buttocks.
*
The moment I heard the sound of Helena rushing to open the door, I cheered inwardly.
However, the moment I saw Helena’s disheveled and ruined appearance, it was pure torture.
Through her sweat-soaked nightgown, I could see her breasts—larger than her head—and her lovely pink nipples.
The perfect curve of her slender waist.
Her wide hips that stimulated my sense of conquest, and the dark pubic hair glowing enticingly in the center.
Ha, seriously… I’m going crazy… fuck… I want to pounce on her right now…
I almost let my long-hidden dreams slip out of my mouth.
I wanted to rip those thin clothes to shreds right this second.
I wanted to grab that messy hair, knead those lewd tits, and pin her down under me.
I wanted to ram myself into the pussy she had been poking and rubbing while calling my name.
Phew… calm down, calm down… I’m almost there… just a little more patience, just a little more…
At times like this, I have to be calm.
At times like this, I have to be cold-blooded.
Using force or using power and status to suppress someone is the way of a criminal.
I don't want to commit a crime.
What I have to do, what I want to do, is make Helena happy.
Well… honestly, even if I pounced now, I think Helena would end up being happy anyway…
"Young Master, I’m ready."
Just as I managed to soothe my other self that was on the verge of running wild, Helena’s voice came at the perfect time.
The Helena who appeared before me looked the same as always.
Her hair was neatly tied up, her skin was flawless without a single blemish, and her eyes, though a bit hollow, were clear.
However, since there were no maids to help her, her breasts—which she usually bound tight with a corset and bandages—finally revealed their full presence.
"Haha, you’ve returned to your familiar self."
"…I’m sorry for showing you such an unsightly appearance earlier."
"Unsightly? Teacher, you are a truly, truly beautiful person. So much so that I’m glad you’re still single."
"Pardon…? You’re glad I’m single…?"
"Ah, no! Please forget that!"
It might look like I accidentally let some nonsense slip, but of course, it was all calculated.
Helena’s awkwardness was clear evidence that she had done something she felt ashamed of regarding me.
I was certain of it, having seen her every day from the age of five until now at twenty.
We weren't just people who passed each other by; we were people who shared swords every day and communicated through body and mind.
In that case, my job was to guide her thoughts.
To make her think, Could the Young Master also feel that way about me…?
Now, it’s my turn from here on out. I don't know how far I can go… but let’s do as much as I can today.
Glory is just beyond that door.
"Shall we get started then?"
"…Ah, yes."
"Thank you, Teacher. For allowing this."
"No, no. I’m only doing what I ought to do."
"Hahaha, I’m really happy you said that. Then, could you lie down on the bed? Face down, so I can see your back."
"Yes, Young Master."
Finally, Helena lay down, entrusting everything to me.
The table is set… well, not quite yet. I have to cook first.
So that I can enjoy the finest ingredients in their peak condition.
"I’ll begin then. If you feel even the slightest discomfort or pain, please tell me immediately."
"…Yes, Young Master."
"Don't just endure it. This is treatment, not training, so the patient’s reaction is important."
"I will keep that in mind."
It was the moment I had longed for, but I approached Helena in a clumsy, awkward posture.
…Because my proud heaven-sent sword was standing tall, asking, Is it now? Is it time?
Thanks to that, I placed my hands on Helena’s shoulders while leaning my hips far back in a hunched stance.
I should start with a familiar spot first.