Chapter 201
Chapter 201
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 201
Chapter Title: Spoiled Rotten
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I tucked Karen into bed in her room, then headed back to Melbritt alone.
To meet Stia.
Ekaterina was probably back at the dorm by now too, so I planned to use her eight-colored pearl to pinpoint her room.
But...
"Hm?"
The screen went pitch black.
I could hear some kind of clicking noise, though.
I tried manipulating the screen manually, but it was too dark to see anything.
Widening the view didn't help either.
Weird.
Ekate, did you flush my pearl down the toilet?
It was bedtime with the lights out, sure, but this was total darkness, which bugged me.
Even moonlight slipping through the window cracks should outline the whole room.
Not that I could be sure it was even her room I was seeing.
No helping it.
I'd just have to go by memory.
It wasn't that hard. I still vividly remembered the incident where Herka went berserk and punched a hole in the girls' dorm wall.
"Around here...?"
I scanned the girls' dorm exterior, picturing where Esty and Noah had met.
"Special Investigator."
"Need any help from us?"
Patrolling enforcers approached out of nowhere.
"I can handle it."
"Thanks for the patrol."
"Haha. Compared to what you do, Investigator, this is nothing."
We exchanged pleasantries and I moved on.
The enforcers were extra vigilant at this hour, eyes peeled for trouble.
Male candidates sneaking into the girls' dorm.
...Or the reverse—female candidates into the boys'—though that seemed less likely.
Plus any outsiders trying to infiltrate.
That was their main job, really.
Of course, as you can see, I could stroll right through the heart of Melbritt, greeting enforcers along the way.
Hypnosis is the best.
To stop me, they'd need a trigger-happy security system that just unloads machine guns on any male candidate spotted.
...
Yeah, no machine guns here.
I rubbed my nape for no reason.
...Gotta watch my back. Feels like getting brained from behind is my fated way to go.
Half joking.
I'd prefer it all to be a joke, but honestly, every death so far has been a backstab.
What happens twice can happen a third time, right?
Lost in random thoughts, I arrived at Stia's room from memory.
If I recalled right, this was right below where Herka rampaged.
And yet, no damage visible outside or in—spotless.
Magic's power? It's seriously OP.
"Sss..."
Chilly night air in the hushed hallway.
I was the intruder here.
Dorms full of girls. Patrolling enforcers—all female, naturally.
Sleepers inside—all girls. And in this room... Stia. Had to be.
I turned the doorknob carefully.
Click.
"...!?"
Locked?
Girls' dorm, sure, but it wasn't about gender. Shared housing without locks? Stuff would vanish left and right before you noticed.
Stia was meticulous and strict anyway—she'd never leave it unlocked. My bad for not thinking that far, even after sleeping with her.
Decal, the eternal screw-up.
No countermeasures? Story of my life.
But...
Spirit. Lend me a hand!
I Space Leaped right over the door.
Heh...
Not what Esty taught it for, but damn useful anyway.
One wall? Piece of cake.
Why? Elf unique skill, baby.
I smugly surveyed the room.
Dark.
Two beds, one person.
Faint moonlight through the window silhouetted the woman lying there.
She was trembling...?
Reminded me of sneaking into Anais's bedroom.
The curved hips bulging under the blanket screamed womanly figure.
Side-lying position.
That gorgeous hip line... drives men insane.
Makes you picture her ass.
The cinched waist, supple back... delicate shoulders.
I approached slowly.
Ekaterina? Stia? Which lucky girl was left alone in here?
Before checking her face, soap scent and a ticklish fragrance made my dick hard.
Freshly showered woman smell.
Her back profile gave it away.
Stia Harpe.
That swaying golden blonde? Unmistakable. Blond beauties were rare in my circle.
Noble lady from a fallen house. A lady in a different way from Diana.
Dreaming of family revival, braver than anyone.
Sleeping in just underwear?
Shoulder strap said white camisole. Skin so flawless it stole your breath.
Pale and soft-looking. Her rounded shoulder was practically art.
Peering close, Stia slept peacefully.
Even asleep, no trace of humiliation—just dainty, pretty features and long lashes that stood out.
I swallowed without thinking.
Reached out.
Wanted to pounce, but eased the blanket down slow.
One camisole strap had slipped, so pulling it revealed more bare skin bit by bit.
Her femininely swollen breasts were about to peek out...
Impatient, I gripped harder—
Stia's hand clamped my wrist.
"Die!"
I froze in shock.
She whipped around, yanked a hidden sword from bedside, and swung at my neck.
Flash!
Moonlight glinted off the razor edge—I threw up my arm to block, realizing I could actually die.
Ow! It hurts! The blade bit into my arm! My arm!
"Pervert preying on women. Your life ends here...!"
"It's me...! Stia, it's me...!!"
"..."
"..."
Stia demonstrated bedside draw-and-swing speed from lying down.
She gawked at my face, eyes wide, frozen.
"D-Decal! Why are you here?"
"Urgh...!"
"Sorry! Hold on, I'll pull it out...!"
I winced, and she yanked the blade in panic.
"Argh!"
Fucking hurts!
Blood spraying too!
"Eek!"
Stia yelped shrilly.
But she lunged for bandages on the table.
"Stay still. I'll stop the bleeding!"
She rushed first aid.
Wrapped the wound, tying it tight high up to cut circulation.
Not that deep, really. Half my whining, half her sudden yank.
It just gaped temporarily, looking worse.
She checked the staunch, then asked with teary eyes.
"You okay? Does it hurt?"
"Hurts a bit. But I'm fine. Wasn't that serious..."
"Haa..."
She hung her head, sighing deeply.
Silence, then she looked up.
"What the hell were you thinking?!"
As expected, Stia was furious.
"You aware you're a hero candidate at Melbritt?
Sneaking into the girls' dorm! You almost got seriously hurt."
...
Should've listened to Karen's advice.
Who sleeps with a sword by the bed?
Karen knew Stia well—told me she'd hate a nighttime sneak-in...
Understatement.
Not hate.
She tries to kill you.
Overlooked how life-or-death it is for a girl in camisole and panties.
"Sorry."
I apologized straight up.
"Sigh... I never thought you'd be this clueless.
On your knees! I'm lecturing you all night!"
"..."
Gotta do as told.
I knelt, but she grabbed me.
"...Stia?"
"Nah... Forget I said that."
My fault, but she stood before me with a bitter, reflective look.
"Sorry for yelling.
I panicked thinking I'd hurt you..."
"N-No..."
I was the screw-up?
"Kneeling to the father of my child?
I'd have been such a pathetic woman."
"..."
She gently touched my fingers, speaking softly.
"No more reckless crap like this. Got it? Decal."
"Can't promise that."
I leaned in, kissing her cheek, then forehead.
"Eep..."
Stia blushed shyly, flustered.
"D-Decal?"
"Here for sex. No guarantee I won't again."
"...Sex...? You crazy?"
Strict tone.
But her real anger face? Gone.
Still shy.
"Look drunk to you?"
Sober, Stia was gorgeous.
Golden blonde cascading over pale skin, ruby eyes like gems.
Sleek legs held my gaze.
"Injured guy, what're you...
Go home quiet tonight. Barging into a woman's room like this?
So disappointed in you, Decal..."
She pressed her camisole down over her panties, avoiding my eyes.
"Time to earn back those lost points?"
I played it cool, scooping her into a light hug.
"Decal. Let me be clear... I hate this barbaric approach."
"Yeah?"
I cradled her head gently, kissing her.
"Mm..."
She parted her lips, not pulling away.
Sweet kiss. Minimal tongue, just nibbling her lower lip to tease.
She breathed ragged, tongue peeking out.
I caught it, mouths meeting, tongues tangling.
Trapped, she shared breath, swirling tongue, swapping saliva.
Wet sounds started mixing in...
Hand on her hip.
Hinting at sex, no overt groping.
But even prim Stia must be deep in fantasy by now.
Picturing herself writhing on the bed...
Broke the kiss.
Ended the deep makeout, snapped the saliva string with a finger.
Stia gazed at me, lips parted, wanting more.
"This hate too?"
"..."
She bit her lip, eyes fixed.
No words? Guess not.
"If you'd warned me, I wouldn't have freaked..."
"Ow ow."
I curled up, faking pain.
"D-Decal?"
She paled.
"Gap found!"
I spun behind, hugging tight.
Her sword clattered down.
"Ngh... Dangerous. Scaring a sword-wielder..."
"Scared? Heart pounding?"
"You're such a kid, Decal."
"Sex time."
"No..."
"No" with wiggle room.
Like an adult cornered by a brat.
"Ow, arm hurts."
"Ugh..."
Showed the bandaged arm; guilt made her look away.
"Almost lost this arm to you. Hurts so bad."
"S-So go rest. Not the time for this, Decal."
"If you fuck me, it'll heal."
"Ridiculous..."
I hugged from behind, grinding my dick.
"Stia. Stia."
"Decal... Spoiled or not, no means no."
"Let me fuck! Sex!"
"..."
Pants and underwear down.
Like a dumb animal, blindly rubbing my hard dick on her panties.
"Don't think rubbing your dick always sways me.
Sss. Stop grinding!"
Busted.
Too predictable? She was braced.
"Came for sex with you..."
I grumbled disappointedly; she sighed.
"Decal. I don't want to be the girl who gives in just 'cause you throw a tantrum."
My animalistic grinding killed the mood?
...Nah.
Women say one thing, mean another sometimes.
Not other girls—Stia was weak to my spoiling.
Two suggestions on her:
「She accepts my tantrums」「She loves when I inevitably get my way」
In other words,
She's saying the opposite of her heart.
Noble intent. Serious about us, wants to keep it pretty.
Yeah.
That's why the suggestions.
No stubborn girl beats my spoiling.
Just imagining gets me hard.
"No!"
"D-Decal?"
"Gonna dick-rub! Fuck me!"
Tantrum like a kid, shoving my dick at her pussy like I'd rip through her panties.
"Hik...!"
She shuddered, feeling it.
Panties aside, it'd have plunged right in.
"Decal..."
I shook my hips, grinding dick on her slit.
Thin fabric between our most sensitive spots.
Felt her panties dampen on my dick.
"Ngh..."